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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 14:36:57 GMT -8
Emily was at the bookstore in downtown. On her back was her last name, "Suddenfield"- a change from the School Captain lettering that used to mark the shoulders of all the coats she wore. She was standing with her back to the window, eyes on "To Kill a Mockingbird" that was clasped lightly in her hands. She didn't seem worried about anyone noticing her despite the proximity to the school.
Moving over to one of the tables, she took a seat and opened the pages.
A second read through, yes?
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 14:41:27 GMT -8
The votes are getting closer and closer to a tie, he was just about to get the job done before he can say he had enough votes to predict who was going to win the upcoming election this year. He had a clipboard in his left hand and a pencil in his right, looking over to a sudden random student who he had yet to interview. He would adjust his red cap as he would walk over to her, ready to ask the most gentlemanly of questions to ask a lady when approaching them. So who do you think is going to make America great again? Or rather, who do you think will be winning this years election?
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 14:43:40 GMT -8
Emily looked up from her book and stared at Vincent for several seconds before looking back down at her book.
"Go away."
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 14:53:09 GMT -8
Chill out, it's just a two second question. Who are you voting for? The Yukino would insist, trying to get an actual response, though a bit of similar irritating when he said "Chill out" was still there.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 14:55:41 GMT -8
Em would tilt the book back and uncross her legs, turning to face him fully now and staring.
"And I said go away."
This time she didn't go back to reading. She stared, hard, waiting for him to comply.
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 15:02:53 GMT -8
And I say, answer the damn question. Now the clipboard was down, but at least his "Make America Great Again" hat was still on him. While it was that hat, he would actually vote for a third party. Now this girl was just purposely trying to be a prick.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 15:06:15 GMT -8
Emily finally closed the book.
"No."
She would stand and attempt to walk around him to move over and pay for the book so she could leave. Whether he thought she was a prick or not was not even a thought that crossed her mind- she wanted to be left alone. The easiest way to get that message across was to tell him to go away. He was refusing.
So she'd go away.
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 15:10:08 GMT -8
Pfft, gonna let her get away with that? A student close to his age would ask him, only for that student to get clocked with a simple fist to the face, the best answer to any question. However, he did make a good point. What the hell, lady? It was a simple question, and now you are acting like an arrogant bitch!
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 15:12:32 GMT -8
Emily would ignore both him punching the student and talking to her. She paid for her book and would walk out the front door, walking up the street back toward the school.
She was clearly unaffected by cursing...but she was likely only fanning the flames of his anger!
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 15:15:27 GMT -8
It wasn't even so much the voting anymore, but the fact that she can't even take two seconds to say something like "Nah, I don't want to answer it fam". Anything would have been cool if it were nice, but she just tried to shun him. And the bookstore, she would exit back towards the direction of the school... So that's what it was... And so being the smart student he was, he would chase her down as much as he could with he "Meh" speed before aiming a swing with his right arm from behind to the back of her neck.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 15:19:44 GMT -8
Em turned back at the patter of feet but the punch was already thrown. The blow hit hard, sending Emily stumbling backward several steps and a cut to open on her bottom lip. Her bag went flying, book sliding out of it as it hit the ground. She would stare at him if he didn't attack further.
"Now you have my attention."
She unzipped the black hoodie and would toss it off to the side, revealing a gray Tank and black straps of her bra. She had a scar on her collarbone as well as a few scars on her arms. She'd bring up her left hand and lazily wave the boy forward, ignoring the blood dripping from her chin.
"Try that again."
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 15:24:32 GMT -8
Seems like he caused some massive damage, well damn... On the plus side, that blood might be able to wear her down. Plus, he was not going to continue an assault from behind. However, now that had a bit of a leverage, he can attack once again. Glad to see I found a language you speak. Vincent would tell her, looking down at the clipboard to remember the vote numbers before nodding his head. He would then chuck it over at her with all of his strength, aiming for the head once again.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 15:30:17 GMT -8
Emily whipped up her left to backhand the clipboard, eyes never leaving the kid as the board would seem to fucking explode when her hand made contact.
"You spoke my language- you just didn't like what I said."
She would start walking forward. Once she got within arms reach, both hands would aim to snap out and grip the front of his shirt, jerk him toward her and throw her head forward for a headbutt, aimed for the bridge of his nose with intent to snap it like a twig.
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Post by Vincent Yukino on Sept 2, 2016 16:17:41 GMT -8
Aggressive, but how far can that aggression go before it ends up meeting his coin? Placing his palm into his pocket, he would grip a gold coin before clenching in it. The number of Thomas was inside it, if he wanted to her down and out, he could give him a quick call. But it was his battle, and Vincent was damn sure going to fight it. She was going to have to put more effort into gripping his shirt, he would move towards the left side to avoid the incoming grip, spinning his right arm while narrowly sliding, his intent on having that arm get her neck. This was all while she made the attempt to grab him... While walking... For some reason. If it struck successfully, it would add damage and possibly slam her against a wall if there was one near.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Sept 2, 2016 16:38:49 GMT -8
Clearly the boy was overestimating himself based on the blood. Blood was easy to draw- and in the end meant nothing. She felt no serious pain but a dull soreness in her lip and could easily keep up with this boy as was proof by the fact that his dodge and response was easy both for her to follow and respond to. Her hand snapped over and would grip the inside wrist of his punching hand, stopping it short of contact and moving it to the side a little. Her other hand would aim to punch him harshly in the diaphragm in a swift uppercut- one that to him would almost be like a blur.
Even with his coin, this kid would feel a gaping and distinct strength difference between them. Assuming her punch landed, it would likely send him flying back into the wall, the sheer force probably causing cracks to erupt around his body after contact.
"Is that all?"
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