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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 4, 2012 17:34:11 GMT -8
Olesya couldn't help but laugh at his question. Her laugh was a bit edgy, but humored.
"Hahah...well, guess you could say I'm damaged goods."
There was a slight bitterness to her voice, but mostly amused at her predicament. Dating hadn't been something that had crossed her mind. She hardly had friends, anyone she cared about had disappeared at one point or another, leaving her to fend for herself. Having people around, having friends around was new to her, and she couldn't help but think that if she closed her eyes, he would disappear again. She couldn't afford to think like that though, not unless she wanted to lose her mind.
"And what about you?"
She asked curiously. A handsome man like David had to have plenty of suitors. Granted the pickings were pretty limited with the world ending and all, but still. Back in highschool, Olesya could walk through the hall any given day and hear at least one group of girls giggling about the cute school captain.
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Post by David B. on Jun 4, 2012 17:44:02 GMT -8
"Ha..well, who isn't these days? I mean, everyone lost people in the war, and i mean, so far, none of the girls i've seen hold a candle to...er...you."
Toward the end of his sentence, he realized what it was, exactly, he was vocalizing aloud, and his brain started to scream at him, hitting him over and over with a bat, then pushing a mental defribulator onto his logical center and shouting "CLEAR!". He put a hand behind his head and stared up at the sky, tilting his head back a little and letting out a little moan at what he said. Not that it wasn't true, he just didn't mean to say it to her. He cleared his throat and went on, trying to brush aside what he said by answering her questions.
"Well, honestly, just don't think i've found the right one, or maybe the right one hasn't found me, I don't know. Add that onto the fact that i have my brother to deal with, friends to watch out for...just seems a little much to put on anyone."
He glanced down at her, a half smile coming to his lips.
"You still fightin'?"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 4, 2012 18:05:49 GMT -8
"Er.."
Olesya stammered, her cheeks reddening slightly at his comment. Of course, he couldn't mean what she thought he meant, could he? She couldn't imagine being desirable in his eyes, anyone's eyes. It boiled back down to her lack of social interaction for the past seven years. When she was a monster, Ophelia had used her femme fatale as a weapon. Now she simply felt dirty, damaged...no good.
At the fighting comment, Olesya shook from her line of thought, a smirk playing across her lips.
"Till my last breath."
She replied, eyes sparking playfully. If it was one thing she'd held onto, it was her love to fight.
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Post by David B. on Jun 4, 2012 18:18:09 GMT -8
His eyebrow cocked a little as she stammered and blushed at his comment. Reminded him of...well...himself. He wouldn't comment though, instead asking his question and grinning in response. It had been a long time since they scraped elbows...he glanced around, noticing the inherint lack of individuals around, the both of them standing in a playground, empty of kids who had probably been called off to dinner by their parents. Smells from the kitches of several nearby houses drifted out the windows, whetting his apetite, but not enough to make him think of anything else.
"Oh, really?"
His left arm, closest to her, would come up and push her shoulder- hard. Hard enough to possibly send her sprawling. He would toss his bag down and laugh a little, staring at her with his own spark- he didn't really care so much about fighting anymore. It wasn't a sport anymore, but a medium. A tool. He still enjoyed it, but not purely for the pain, or for becoming better. He enjoyed the results it brought, whether to protect himself, to protect others, to stop someone evil or, in this case, have fun with a friend.
"Show me what you got, shorty." he said, his grin still smoothed across his face.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 4, 2012 18:33:05 GMT -8
She stumbled at his push, taking a couple steps to steady herself. She didn't need to ask him that was for, knowing exactly where he was going with this. She slid her feet shoulder width apart, lowering her center of balance. It had been a while since she'd been in an actual fight, but fighting was like riding a bicycle...you never actually forget.
"Shorty? Really? Of all the taunts...I think you're losing your touch."
Pushing off from her right foot, she took a couple steps before launching at him with a simple roundhouse kick. She was a little rusty, but her muscle memory was coming back.
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Post by David B. on Jun 4, 2012 18:54:10 GMT -8
He laughed.
"I call em' like i see em'. Would you prefer I called you beautiful?." he said, as she turned to roundhouse him.
David had watched her stance, her legs shifting to even out, and take control of her weight and balance. It had been so long since he actually sparred with another human being, and seeing Olesya move like she did got him hot and bothered made him remember the good old days. Back when they used to train together, fight together. When she and Emily had been the ones at his side, ready to stand against anyone who tried to hurt people who were weak. They trusted him. He knew that this time, he would be different. He wouldn't let things get to him like they did before, or drive him off. He was there to stay, and he would build that trust back-
His eyes widened as her foot came - nope, not blocking. Okay, well, shit. She was a hell of a lot faster than she used to be. He thought he had more mental prep time than this. Stepped forward, he let her shin connect with the side of his head, rather than her foot. It would hurt more, but he would be able to reach up and push on her lower stomach, throwing his shoulder and upper torso into trying to knock her clean out of the air and back to the dirt. If it worked, he would step back and use the heel of his hand to massage the side of his face.
Damn- the girl got strong, and he was already tired from his training and...other things. He took a deep breath, his grin coming back.
"Alright, my turn."
Assuming she came back to her feet, he would shoot forward and throw a left jab, snapping it back whether hit or miss and throwing a sharp right uppercut after- not looking to damage heavily, just testing the waters.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 4, 2012 19:10:29 GMT -8
The flush to her cheeks grew brighter as the b word fell from his lips. It was like she was sixteen again,going toe to toe against him and getting caught off guard by foolish signs of false affection. Her leg connected with his head, leaving her open to his rebuttal.
She fell back, tumbling from her feet in a backwards summersault. She tumbled back onto her feet, and back to her fighting stance. Yes, she was certainly rusty, but her brain was dusting off her fighting skills, slowly making them sharper and more focused. He came at her with a left jab followed by a right uppercut.
She caught his left jab with her right palm, his right uppercut clipping her in the jaw. It stung a bit, sending clearing sparks to her mind, getting her adrenaline flowing. The corners of her mouth turned upward in a twisted smirk. She stepped closer, invading his personal space, her face a couple inches from his. She hooked her left foot behind his right foot, jabbing him hard with her right elbow to destabilize him and hopefully knock him off his feet.
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Post by David B. on Jun 4, 2012 19:29:43 GMT -8
His fist collided with her palm, his other punch just grazing her- good enough. His right hand, having been left free to run wild after snagging her chin, would shift over HER left shoulder coming in behind her head and jerking it toward him- straight into a kiss, his lips meeting hers before the grin could form, just as they had way back in the day. He didn't plot it, but the door was open, and God he wanted to. Only, this time, he wouldn't pull away, letting it linger a moment longer- his right hand would slide to the small of her back, his left (if released), coming to rest on her neck. If she responded, he would kiss her slightly more deeply before-
His left hand would quickly shift to the other side of her neck, sort of hooking his wrist there, his right hand would grip the waistband of her shorts and he would turn- to throw her ass right into the wall. That is, if all went according to plan. He would breathe deeply, his face flushed. He didn't mean to enjoy it so much. His confident but playful smirk would come back.
"Still letting little things get your thoughts off track, huh?"
He was lying, right to her face. He sure as hell was off track, and if she happened to pick up before he threw her during it, she would probably have a solid opening. He hoped the extra time spent on it would make her pause, and give him that wiggle room to complete his attack.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 5, 2012 4:45:56 GMT -8
Mismatched eyes widened in shocked realization a half second before their lips connected. Electricity shot through her system, quite obviously catching her off guard. Her lips softened to his subconsciously...right before he hoisted her up and threw her into a wall. The brick cracked shallowly, spiderwebbing out from where she collided.
Well, damn.
Olesya cursed herself inwardly, bouncing back to her feet.
A smirk crossed the junior's lips when she sent him flying for the first time since the punch at the pool. This guy was tough, she had to hand him that. Maybe he would make a good School Captain after-all. She stayed crouched, close to the ground as she saw his runners pose, but he was getting to his feet and strolling casually over to her and extending his hand. Hesitantly she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. Standing face to face he was about a half-a-head taller than she was, and she had to tilt her head upward slightly to lock his gaze. Both determined.
"Well done. You managed to hit me. I must congratulate you on that."
Then the next thing she knew, his face met hers and he kissed her. Rather than her eyes fluttering shut like some struck teen girl they grew wide with shock at the audacity of his motive. Reflexively her right hand flew up and struck him across the cheek, long before her mind even registered what she did.
A fraction of a second after she did so, however, his knee flew up to meet her stomach and she doubled over in pain at she was struck again in the same place. This woke up her senses though, washing away her bewilderment like a bucket of ice water. her hands flew up protectively in front of her face, one braced over the other to catch his punch. It still send her flying back but her face was unharmed. Leaning forward, hands met the ground as her converse slid across the cement, sliding to a stop. Cheeks red, eyes narrowed, she looked up at him,
straightening and brushing herself off as he spoke again.
What was it with cocky guys and kissing girls, hmm?!
"Emily had the same problem. Confronted with a smile and a kiss, you do nothing but stand there. As a female, you are the ones people will come after. Some men have no decency, and when you are challenge you do NOT stop and shake hands. You beat him until he is unable to fight back. And, should he resort to tricks like Ive just done, you do not stand there like a stuck pig. A kiss is nothing coming from the wrong person. Remember that."[/color]
A kiss is nothing coming from the wrong person...but was he really the wrong person? Something about the way he held her told her otherwise, but that was a thought for later. Right now, she had a fight to win.
"I'm a little rusty. So sue me."
She smirked, taking a couple quick steps to close the space between them, aiming a punch right for his gut.
"But it's all coming back to me now. I'm not done with you yet."
"That's it!? I'm not done with you yet, Captain."
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Post by David B. on Jun 5, 2012 8:29:47 GMT -8
David cracked his neck as she came to his feet. He felt giddy. Not because his ploy worked- which he was glad it did, but more because he felt her ease against him. Before, she had actively caught him, and now...she came to her feet. His eyes flashed as she spat words to him, showing her determination...her words startled him slightly, but turned up the corner of his lips.
Talk about Deja-vu.
"I expected nothing less!"
His legs slid out to barely shoulder width apart, his left a little in front and left of his right. His right fist would cock back and slam forward, aiming for her cheek as her fist slammed into his gut. He tightened his abs, letting out air as it hit, but it still hurt like a bitch. Whether his punch connected or not, he would stumble from the force of her blow, taken off-balance by her unexpected strength.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 5, 2012 9:40:13 GMT -8
Her attack connected again, which mildly confused her. The last time they fought, she could hardly lay a hand on him. Granted, they had been kids then, and Olesya had spent the last couple years of her life fighting day in and day out to survive, it was just strange to her that they were on much more even ground now. It was exhillarating in a way, it made things far more interesting to see who could best who.
She took the punch to the face, his fist flying at her at too close quarters to dodge in time. She tilted her head to the side, lessening the blow a bit by having it deflect off instead of a solid connection. Stars formed at the corner of her vision, but she shook them off, regaining her focus. David was unbalanced from the punch to the gut, Olesya would be a fool not to take advantage of that.
"I'd be insulted if you did."
She laughed as she moved in, aiming a kick just above where she'd punched him in the gut. If she were fighting an actual enemy, she wouldn't hesitate to hit him in the same place over and over, but she and David were just sparring, and she knew how much it hurt. David had taught her no mercy, but she didn't want to actually hurt him.
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Post by David B. on Jun 5, 2012 14:44:01 GMT -8
The foot connected, and time seemed to slow. Shadow cast across the side of his face. His thoughts seemed to be muddled. Was he suppose to hurt her? Did he need to show her he still had it? Hell...DID he still have it? He was confused- there was a time when he would preach to her about giving a fight everything you had, no matter who it was against. You didn't want to seem weak, after all. But maybe that was it- maybe he WAS weak. Maybe he felt like nothing he would do could fix his spirit, broken by the knowledge of his brother, of his disease. Her words rang true, and he knew she wasn't stupid- he wasn't trying his hardest. He was trying as hard as his mind would allow. That was the damndable frustration of it. The wind left his lungs, her leg having moved so slow, it seemed, that the space around them was jello. At least in his minds eyes.
What did he do? Did he fight her until the fun stopped? Insulting. Just the thought that he might not be pressuring her was insulting her- it might even have been insulting to himself.
'Alright already, cut it out.'
His brain just kept clogging him up.
Time kicked back in.
His hands reached up, bending at the elbows to grip her leg and keep it against his body, so neither of them would be budged. Fighting spirit. Whether you used it to cause pain, love pain, loved battle, or saved friends, it was needed in this world. The thoughts and actions would seem, to Olesya, to have taken place in the appropriate time, in the real time, so nothing would seem amiss.
He pushed up with his left arm, forcing her leg a little higher while he dropped to his right knee and stuck out his left leg, spinning a little to hook the leg she was left standing on and attempt to make her fall back on her ass, David releasing the leg if she fell. He'd then, if it worked, crawl over and mount her...er....and...well, mount her! trying to sit on her stomach, he'd move for her arms with his hands and try to pin them to the ground at the wrists, holding them there.
"Pinned. I win."
If parts of it worked, and she kept fighting back, he wouldn't try and hold back anymore- she sure wasn't. He just wouldn't try and break her things anymore- like, y'know, the nose, legs, arms. Body, fleshy things.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 5, 2012 18:46:26 GMT -8
She started when he grabbed her leg, changing her momentum and moving in to sweep her off her feet...literally. The ground rose up to meet her quickly, knocking the wind out of her as her backside met the asphalt. She moved to get to her feet, but David moved in, sitting on her stomach and pinning her to the ground.
"Oh yeah?"
Her mismatched eyes flashed at the challenge he presented, announcing his win like it was taking candy from a baby. Olesya shifted her weight, throwing her right hip to toss him off of her. If it worked, she'd flip over top of him, reversing their position. If she managed to get the high ground (hah), she would attempt to pin his arms down with her knees, sitting on his torso.
"As if I'd give up a victory that easily."
The young woman taunted, smirking down at her opponent. She purposefully left her guard open instead of going for the full pin, curious as to how he would fight back, if he did.
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2012 10:21:10 GMT -8
David's weight was shifted, the thrashing twist of her hips forcing his body over on to it's back. As her legs pushed down on his Arms, he couldn't help but check her out- having the body that close just forced his eyes to flick over it. Still, he laughed, adjusting his lower half to be more comfortable. He would then roll his eyes in an exaggerated way before his grin broke to speech.
"Psh, you weigh like, barely more than that punching bag!"
He pushed up quickly with his arms, like a benchpress, throwing his left knee up at her back to try and throw her forward. If it connected he would also push more with his arms, to force her body head-over-heels if needed. He would flip and plant his feet below him, facing the direction her body would be if all went according to plan. Leaping after her, he'd throw out his right knee, aiming for her ribs or back while she was coming to her feet. If it all went well, he'd stand and plant his palms on his knees, small beads of sweat returning to his brow.
He grinned, watching her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 6, 2012 16:28:46 GMT -8
With the experiment chemicals slowly deteriorating her body, Olesya got incredibly thin when she lived on the streets. When she got clean and had a stable place to stay, she gained some of it back. Still, she was a little thin for her height, which worked against her in a fight.
David pushed her up and threw her like a ragdoll, sending her tumbling head over heels. She rolled to her feet, spinning to face him just as he aimed a knee at her ribs. Olesya crossed her arms over her chest, catching the blunt of the hit in her arms instead of her more fragile ribs. It still pushed her back a bit, black ballet shoes skidding on the asphalt.
"Aww, am I working you too hard?"
She taunted, a slight sing songy tone to her voice. She fixed him with her mismatched eyes, one hazel, one electric blue, both flaring playfully. Despite her taunt, her breathing was ragged. It had been a while since she'd been in an actual fight, not including the ambush she was in on her way to town.
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