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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 26, 2016 13:17:11 GMT -8
Stevie's head snapped up, eyes focussing on Q.
"Uhm, no. Everything is fine. I suppose, I normally like to know more about something before jumping into it."
Stevie kicked herself. Didn't she jump into the SHCP spot without thinking?
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Dec 26, 2016 13:26:19 GMT -8
"Q" gave a gentle laugh.
"Usually, when something sounds too good to be true, we convince ourselves it must be so. I am not perfect, but I will never lie to you. If you want to know more, just ask. As I said, we are all equals. Anything I know, you have a right to know. I do not control you."
She'd look down at the man who she'd stripped of the gang, having heard him groan a moment ago. She would glance around- most the people had left, and none of them could hear what they were saying anyway.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 26, 2016 14:00:28 GMT -8
Stevie relaxed a little at that.
"It's all I know. Nothing is ever truly good."
Cynical? Yes. Very. But it was all Stevie knew. Everything her parents had given her, everything she had seen. A small flicker of hope filled Stevie as she thought about it.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Dec 26, 2016 14:10:20 GMT -8
Em would stare for a moment.
"Everything is only as good as you make it. In the end, we're nothing but droplets in the rain- yet an ocean is nothing, if not for a multitude of drops. Aftershock is mine. And now yours. It's ocean will only be as good as we drops make it to be."
She'd wave Stevie to follow her.
"C'mon. Let's go set our numbers."
She'd lead the way, intent to take Stevie out of the school and off toward a small, nearby junkyard. One she trained in herself fairly often. She would head inside, slowly pulling up her sleeves once they were in. She said nothing on the way over, opting for silence. Once across the threshold she would speak.
"My friend owns this place. This is where "aftershock" meetings will be."
She'd turn back once they were in the open, main area of the yard.
"Our numbers are our secret- on the inside of the patch, you'll sew yours, so that when it's ripped off we'll know exactly which you are. It's for challenges, you see."
She brought her hand up and tore off her own patch, revealing the number "1" on the back.
"You don't tell anyone your number, or the number of those you've challenged. They dictate your strength within the gang. Nothing leadership wise, merely a way to keep track of who is our head in case someone tries to bring us down. Our...last line, if you will. Today, we set your standing via combat. Whether you'll take my patch, or whether you'll record your own number."
Her patch was Velcro'd on, an option she would have as well.
"If challenging for "1" isn't something you care about, you can accept the next available number, which is seven."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 26, 2016 14:17:11 GMT -8
Stevie followed, conscious of where they were headed. Abandoned, secluded, dangerous. Stevie felt herself smile inspire of her previous conversation. This was better. She listened to everything Quake had to say before answering her. SHe'd shake her head and push the patch back to Q.
"I don't want the number, although I have always favored the number 3. I would, however, like to take you on. Something I wanna sort out for myself. I'll know by the end of the fight. Even if it's a small tussle or an all out brawl. Just humor me."
Stevie would then shove the patch into the front pocket of her jeans.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Dec 26, 2016 14:22:57 GMT -8
"Q" nodded, replacing the patch. " Very well. You'll have to fight "R" for the right to number three. He's decent, but from what I've heard you'll get what you desire." She would cock a brow at the request, "Q" seemed unsure why, but on the inside she knew. Stevie was trying to probe. "Q" would put her left foot a little forward, right foot a little back. Her hands came up and open, left a little more forward than the right (similar to this) and she'd start forward, initiating the fight. Once close enough, her right hand would lash forward in a straight jab, left sliding back just a little to guard her face, just in case. Stats: Attack: 30 Speed: 30 Defense: 26 Perception: 24 Energy: 10 |
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 27, 2016 22:13:29 GMT -8
Stevie let the hit come at her. She didn't even try to dodge. It wasn't Emily. The throw was all wrong. The style. It was falsified. Emily would never... The hit touched her face and threw Stevie back. She tried to catch herself, but ultimately lost balance and fell on her ass. Looking back up at Q, Stevie would bring a fist up and wipe her chin. Seeing blood, she'd grin, t was empty.
"Thank you. You aren't who I thought you were. I will join you with no further issue. I appreciate you not holding back with me."
You are a good leader. Your throw tells me a lot about you. I feel like I know you much better now.
With that she would stand and turn to leave. Stopping short, she would offer her number to Q.
"Here is my number. Call me if anything comes up or if you just wanna chat. I'm always around."
[/Exit thread unless stopped]
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Dec 28, 2016 13:06:05 GMT -8
"Q" would lower her fists, extending a hand and helping Stevie back up. She clasped her hands behind her back, glancing down and taking the number as the woman handed it off. As Stevie left, "Q" would reach up and gently pull down the mask, staring at Stevie's back as the girl would exit.
Em folded the number and stuffed it into her pocket before turning around and heading back into the building.
/End thread
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