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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 6:55:54 GMT -8
His eyebrows rose, clearly flattered. " Well, that's quite a compliment coming from the girl who lived." Obviously a play on Harry Potter, but it was true. Olesya had really been through some shit. Things none of them could even really imagine. The things she had to deal with in Barkers house of horrors was... Mind boggling. He leaned in, using his shoulder to nudge her, both in a playful way, and as though to say he understood pain she bore. He would look up into the sky. " So, whose the best kisser you have ever kissed?" Yeah, trying to bring back the good stuff.  |
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 7:04:52 GMT -8
The corners of her mouth would twitch upward ever so slightly as he nudged her with his shoulder. She really did appreciate him being around now, he helped ground her as she struggled to contain her sanity. She had made it a long way in her escape from madness, but she had a long way to go. Some days were better than others, it wasn't an easy road. She's glad she wasn't alone.
At his question, she smirked, hitting him in the arm playfully.
"You mean when I haven't been fighting??"
She teased.
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 7:46:55 GMT -8
David put a hand over the area she slapped, mocking pain. He would then sniff after a moment dramatically.
"Whatever, you know you liked it- Your face was all red and woozy-"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 8:20:58 GMT -8
"I'd hardly call that a kiss, more like a tactical advantage..."
She scoffed, pretending to brush a bit of dirt off her own shoulder. And what a tactical advantage it had been, especially the second time when they were sparring in the street. It would have almost been nice had she not been nearly sent through a wall a moment later.
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 8:28:44 GMT -8
Hed turn and plant his hand on her shoulder, shoving her. Not extremely hard, but hard enough to hopefully cause her to stumble.
"Psh, like I NEED an advantage. I did that to prove a point, and mess with your head. Maybe we need a rematch if you feel so strongly about a little kiss...."
He'd kick her Fine little butt up and down the street. Nobody was around to stop them, and he was eager to test her for real. But if she didn't take the bait, he wouldn't shed tears- he was enjoying the walk just as it was.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 8:31:52 GMT -8
She stumbled slightly at the shove, mostly because she was in the middle of a step when he did so. She caught her footing though, stopping in her tracks as she fixed him with her mismatched eyes.
"Don't you have an appointment to keep?"
SHe asked curiously, though her hand strayed to the strap of her backpack nonetheless.
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 8:38:41 GMT -8
He stopped walking, turning to stare at her, his grin widening.
Oh yeah. Fight night baby. Just...without the night.
He undid his own backpack buckle, sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it to the ground. He would crack his neck.
"I told him i'd be there in the next few days. I'm sure we have time."
He hadn't REALLY fought her in forever. Since her pillarship, really. He had trained, of course, but fighting was different. You aimed to cause pain and damage, to toughen up. And in this world, he would do all he could to make this girl buff as hell. He would run forward and aim to tackle her, quite simply, around the middle, the two of them likely plowing into the ground. Then he'd crawl on top of her and aim to throw a right punch to her face.
Assuming he was able to tackle her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 8:44:09 GMT -8
"Oh, well if you insist.."
Olesya followed suit just as his backpack hit the ground, hers met the earth with a thud. Her mouth curled into a wide grin, eyes flashing playfully. It had been a while since they had fought, physically at least. There had been the fight at the fire, but that had simply been yelling and storming off. This was real fighting.
She would jump back as he attempted to tackle her, pushing at him with both her hands to keep them arms length apart. She'd then drop into a crouch, kicking out her left leg at the same time to sweep his feet out from under him.
"...Let's play."
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 8:57:18 GMT -8
David was met With resistance, the girl going low to attack. His legs would fly out from under him, David hitting the ground hard. He would spin right after hitting, sticking out his own leg to sweep hers as well.
Then, he would pounce on her, aiming a punch, this time, for the gut.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 9:58:35 GMT -8
Les leapt back onto her hands, tensing her abdomen to keep her feet aloft when he swept his foot to knock her over. Years of capoeira in middle and high school helped with her unconventional style of fighting, and made it more fun.
Her dodge was short lived, however, as he pounced, knocking them both to the ground. He punched her in the stomach, luckily her abs were still tensed from holding herself up. She countered with throwing the heel of her palm into his face.
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 10:58:29 GMT -8
He took the palm to his face, laughing as the pain rocked him. He would grab at her Wrists with both hands, aiming to pin them to the ground. He'd be leaning over her his his face half q foot away. He'd be grinning.
"Say uncle."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 11:02:26 GMT -8
Olesya shrieked in protest as he pinned her wrists, leering at her from just a half foot away. She could feet his breath on her face. It made her cheeks redden slightly.
"Tch, never!"
She protested, flailing her feet hopelessly. She moved her shoulders, trying to dislodge his grip on her hands. It this were a life and death situation she would spit in his face, flail crazily, and fight with every dirty trick in the book to get unpinned. But they were just joking around and she didn't actually want to hurt him.
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 11:25:46 GMT -8
David grunted as she moved under him, his own heart pounding. She was clearly a survivalist. He'd step over her feet and straddle her stomach, Sitting there triumphantly. He would wait until she took a breather before he spoke. Instead, her movements would put him off balance, her kicking legs and twisting form causing his body to lean too far to the left- he'd release her right hand, using his let to plant on the ground and keep himself from falling.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 19, 2012 11:30:35 GMT -8
Olesya grinned wildly as she noticed his off-balance. She pulled her hands free, pushing hard on his chest and twisting her hip to throw him off of her. If it worked, she'd follow suit, rolling over so they were reversed.
She would sit on his chest, pinning his arms to the ground with her knees, planting her hands on either side of his head.
"Checkmate!"
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Post by David B. on Oct 19, 2012 11:37:50 GMT -8
Davids eyes widened as she flipped his table.
Next moment, he was looking into her eyes. Damn girl was fast. Nearly as fast as him. He was glad for this- but the small test was enough to show she had room for improvement. He would, soon enough, make sure she would be stronger than him, someday.
He said nothing for a moment as she sat on him, before licking his lips and replying.
"I'll say..."
He was more than happy to accept her checkmate, as long as they kept ending like this. Still, he wouldn't let her have the last word- when did he ever? A blast of air would sweep up and aim to take her a foot or two off him, facing down, and dropping her again, so she would land on him fully stretched. He'd laugh and float upward with her, so they were in a sort if standing position but about two feet off the ground.
His hands on her hips, he'd lower them slowly toward the ground.
"They don't call me storm dragon for nothing..."
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