Stella
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Post by Stella on Oct 10, 2012 15:16:59 GMT -8
Finally! After God knows how many hours spent trekking across cracked road and pavement, after running out of rations more times than she'd rather remember, after being chased multiple time for miles by one too many creepy people who popped out of the charred and broken remains of some eerie looking buildings hoping to steal her supplies or partake in other weird form of rather sick pleasure (which was also something she would rather not remember at the moment), she was finally here! Stella Etsuko Stalker had made it to Long Beach California!
It was time to break out the confetti! Pop the party poppers! Or, since Stella didn't have any of those on hand, she could just fall on her knees and throw her tiny fists triumphantly in the air.
"YES! I made it! Totally COOL!" she exclaimed, too excited to think about what kind of attention her triumphant shouting might draw. Stella held her arms up for about three more seconds before she let them drop to her sides. Stella stood up and took a couple of very big steps backwards before she plopped her butt down on a large piece of rubble. Reaching into her backpack, which she had been carrying all her essentials in all this time, she pulled out a half empty bottle of water and proceeded to chug it. She'd been rationing out her water so far, but this called for a celebration, and she seriously needed a drink. The water, though warm, refreshed her. She felt a cool feeling spread through her body as that clear fluid ran down her throat that helped her sore little body relax. Once the bottle was empty, the red haired girl pulled the bottle away from her lips, exhaling as she crushed the now empty, plastic bottle in her palm. Stella leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"I made it. I can't believe it," she sighed, smiling to herself. The smile faded quickly though, and Stella raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times with a confused look on her face. "... So now what do I do?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 12, 2012 23:06:40 GMT -8
{OOC} Hope you dont mind if I welcome you with a healthy dose of MORTAL PERIL! =D {OOC}
"You can start by turning around slowly and emptying out your pockets and bag little girl."
Said a particularly gruff sneering voice that sounded as if it was covered by a cloth or a mask. If Stella complied, She would turn to see two lean men wearing stale yellow patchwork clothes and dusty poncho's. Thier faces from the nose down were wrapped in fabric that kept the dust that choked the streets out. One man, the one who had spoken, carried a makeshift knife in his hand while the other had a length of chain in his gloved hands.
"And welcome to long beach. I sure do hope you enjoy your stay."The sarcasm was almost dripping from his mouth as he brandished his knife at the newcommer.
{OOC}
Stats for the Scavangers!
Str: 20
Dex: 15
Con: 10
Int: 15
Wis: 10
Cha: 5
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Stella
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Post by Stella on Oct 14, 2012 19:57:24 GMT -8
[ooc: Mind it? I WELCOME IT!]
Stella had heard some kind of crunching behind it, like the sound of something pushing small stone into hard dirt. But before she could turn around, that gruff voice spoke to her, startling the little red head and causing her to jump in her seat a little. Stella gripped the strap of her backpack with her left hand and complied with the first part of that demand, turning around slowly. As she did though, she brushed her right hand along the chunk of rubble she was sitting on, taking some sand mixed with some bits of rock into her palm.
"Alright, alright," she said, slipping her bag off of her shoulder. Her right hand slipped into her pocket, letting go of the sand she had picked up and letting it fall into her pocket as she tugged out a small can opener she had been keeping in her pocket and set it down on the slab of debris she was sitting on. She then pushed her bag over, grabbed the bottom and pulled it up, letting all of the contents fall out onto the slab as well. She then stood up and started to take a few steps back.
"There, that's everything," she said, putting her hands up, keeping a nervous smile on her face. "Thanks for the welcome! I think... I'll go now."
Stella would rather avoid conflict if she were able too. Hopefully the small amount of food, doodle filled paper, three pens, three bottles of water and can opener she dumped out would be enough for them to leave her be. Hopefully.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 14, 2012 23:20:49 GMT -8
"Is....is that it? You gotta be shitting me! You stay where you are, you're not going anywhere till I say so!"
The first scavanger snarled as he shoved the other forward to collect the sad little pile, stuffing them back into the knapsack.
"Hey Tav, I like this one. She's cuuuute. Can't we take her back? I need a new plaything!"
The second scavanger hissed with a voice that chilled the blood. it was a low nasaly whisper that cut like a blade.
The first one only laughed.
"You hear that girly? Skully seem to take a liking to ya."
"They're so soft at first. So very soft. Then I cut them. I like cutting them. It makes them sticky."
"Nice and Sticky, that's right Skully. But I bet girly isn't to keen on that idea. Well ya know what, I bet Arkham can use another smile girl to kick around some, so why dont you just stay by ol' Tavis and he'll keep the mean nasty Skully away."
Tav marched after Stella, hand outstretched and ready to grab her by the arm, kicking Skully aside, His whicked knife still clenched in his gloved hand.
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Post by Stella on Oct 16, 2012 17:25:28 GMT -8
Wait, that wasn't enough? Oh, come on! Stella thought that was a lot! She could've lasted almost a week on that stuff! Sheesh, these guys were rather picky. Or greedy. Or both. Oh, and don't forget to add freaky and perverted to that list of adjectives that described them.
"H-huh? What? No, I'm not really that soft! I'm... Um..."
Stella gulped. Well, this was exactly what she had been hoping wouldn't happen! She stayed in place, standing a few feet away from her discarded knapsack and it's contents. All those words they used only got the little red head more on edge. Cut? Sticky? Kick-around-some? None of these were words that made her want to stay within twenty feet near these two.
"No thanks, really, I'm good. How about I just give you guys a sand off instead?"
As she said those last three words, and as quickly as she could, Stella pulled her hand out of her pocket, flinging the sand at Tav's face in an upward arching motion while simultaneously turning on the ball of her left foot and pushing off the ground, taking off in a sprint down the cracked road.
"SAND OFF! IT'S A PUN!" Stella shouted as she bolted down the road as fast as her legs could carry her. She's rather not take on a big guy with a knife if running was an option. There was no glory in knife fights to be had.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 16, 2012 19:12:46 GMT -8
"SAND OFF! IT'S A PUN!"
"Know what else is a Pun? MY FINGER IN YOUR EYE SOCKET! KekekekekeahahahahAHAHAHAH!"
Skully Whooped and cried as he leapt after the strange fleeing girl, whirling the length of chain over his head and leaving his partner behind to writhe and scream, clutching his stinging eyes.
Ya know, it's a odd twist of fate that kicking Skully out of the way ensured he wouldn't get hit by any of the sand now isn't it!
Laughing Maniacaly, Skully would give chase, screaming obsenities and describing in rather gory detail all the vivid things he would do to Stella if and when he caught her.
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Post by Stella on Oct 16, 2012 22:22:43 GMT -8
"I don't get it!" Stella shouted back throughout Skully's gruesome descriptions of what he'd do to her. It wasn't like she was missing out on anything she'd have wanted to hear anyways. Instead, Stella cracked another pun as she ran for her life. "Eye'd rather not see what you mean!"
Stelle kept her pace, eyes darting here and there as she tried to look for a place she could use to her advantage. Her eyes narrowed into focus mode when she did finally spot something. The little red head made a sharp right through a small yard of rubble, darting into an alley way, which thankfully was two way. Stella ducked down, grabbing a slightly dented, metal garbage can lid that had been laying there. It'd make a good shield, plus the narrow environment would inhibit Skully's use of the chain. A small space was Stella's ideal battle ground. It's the kind of place she was trained to fight her best in. She still hoped she wouldn't have too, but right now she'd do anything to tip the scales in her favor.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 17, 2012 17:42:55 GMT -8
Skully came around the corner then, head twitching and eyes darting all around him. When he turned to see his prey down the other end of the narrow alley, he grabbed the top of his head and cracked it sharply left and right before rolling his shoulders.
He wouldn't need his chains right now, no that will come later when he had her sobbing on the ground. Right now he wanted to bare hand it. Hanging his chain off the back of his neck he skipped and bobbed towards the little red head.
Whistling a bizzare disjointed tune, Skully suddenly broke out into a run, hoping to tackle Stella to the ground and pound her flat with his fists.
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Stella
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Post by Stella on Oct 21, 2012 16:50:09 GMT -8
There were things Stella didn't like much about her size. She got bumped into frequently by tall people in the past, and it was still hard to reach things in higher places at her age. However, there were things about her size she did like. For example, it allowed her to pull off certain moves.
When Skully broke out into a run, Stella remained in her stance, waiting until Skully got within a certain range of her. When she was just out of her fist's reach, she side stepped, using her smaller size to press against the side of the alley as he would fly past her. She ducked slightly, keeping the arm with the make-shift shield up to guard her head just in case. Her other hand meanwhile, flew up and grabbed the farther end of the chain that was hung around the back of Skully's neck. Stella turned and yanked it as hard and as quickly as she could. She'd not only end up having his back, but that yank, while not enough to really choke the man, would be enough to smash the chain against his throat and potentially crush his windpipe, given his momentum. Sure, Stella might get yanked along a bit after the initial yank, but hopefully that blow would deal enough damage and stun him long enough for her to make another break for it.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 21, 2012 17:34:56 GMT -8
Jackson and his mob come careening around the alley corner, he'd heard some trouble brewing there. His mob halted, with Jackson still atop it.
"You there, douchey personality, and possible Daddy Issues, why are you harassing this young lady?"
A couple of members of his mob of 40 moved towards him, looking back to their Fearless Leader for Guidance.
"Minions! Forward unto JUSTICE!!!!!!" Saying so he hopped off his mobchair, and charged the doucheybaglike person, yelling, "DYNAMIC ENTRY!!!!"
Five of his mob went to go check on Stella. Make sure she was okay. The other 35 swarmed over the dickhugger.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 22, 2012 17:22:56 GMT -8
"DYNAMIC ENTRY!!!!"
"Dynamic wha-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!?"
Skully didn't like getting knocked on his ass. He definatly didn't like nearly getting choked to death by a tiny red headed wench.
But he sure as HELL didn't like the idea of being ripped limb from limb by a giant mob so the man jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could out of the alleyway and dissapeared into a trash heap (That conveniantly hid a secret tunnel) at the end of the block.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 22, 2012 20:44:23 GMT -8
Jackson's Mob of 40 minus the 5 helping Stella turned to enter in pursuit. Jackson raised a hand to stop them, "Not now, we've other matters to attend to." Damn I love this feeling of power he thought.
"Miss, you okay?" he asked her. The five who went to her had made sure that nothing too bad had happened hopefully, thought they were by no means medical professionals. "Why was that man after you?" he inquired.
"If you want, you can come with me, and my.......uh...Adventurous Group of....." Jackson did a quick headcount "Forty. You can join the relative safety of my Adventurous Group of Forty." he offered her, with a hand outstretched.
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Post by Stella on Oct 22, 2012 22:19:18 GMT -8
Stella blinked. She hadn't had a scratch on her, so she was a bit puzzled as to the five guys who ran over to her and started checking on her. The little red head almost struck at them due to the mental state she was in before she realized they weren't trying to harm her. She took in a deep breath and collected herself.
She kept a hold of the shield though. It kind of made her feel like Captain America.
"I'm fine," she said as a wide smile spread across her face. "And he attacked me because... He wanted to do some gross things that I didn't want him to do?"
In all honesty, she couldn't figure out a better way to explain it. Either way...
"I guess I can stick with you guys for a little," she said, shrugging a bit. She was a bit hesitant to take his hand. Chipper as she was, Stella wasn't exactly too trusting right off the bat, even given the current circumstances.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 23, 2012 9:47:08 GMT -8
"no need to worry, ma'am," some of the members of the Mob of 40 replied. Jackson resumed his seat on his Mob Chair, and they got ready to set off again tracking down this guy who had attempted to do ALL the horrible things.
"What's your name?" asked Jackson, he held out his hand for her to climb up if she so wished. "Mine's Jackson. Jackson Tellings."
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Post by Stella on Oct 23, 2012 22:16:34 GMT -8
"My name's Stella," the little red head chirped with a smile. As for the invitation to climb up onto that mob chair, Stella held up her hand and politely declined. No offense to the guy, but it just wasn't her style. She preferred to have her feet planted on the ground.
"So... What now?" she asked. The mob started moving, but due to her height and the fact that she was behind a lot of them, she couldn't really see where they were heading off too.
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