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by Faithy on Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:55 pm
][OOC: I will edit this into a post by Monday night, I promise. =P And of course I knew the flashlight was the size of a pen... -cough.-
Okay, I'm a loser and can't concentrate, so I shall post tomorrow. =] Tomorrow = Tuesday, btw.][
][OOC: And... here's my special post!][
The world was a funny place. When she first acquired the flashlight, she wasn’t even paying attention to it. If she had been, it would have been obvious that the thing was small, much like a pen. A pen was at least sharp enough to be stabbed into an eyeball. The flashlight was a blunt object that could be stabbed into his eye, but it wouldn’t have the same effect. Frowning at it a minute, Faith clued into his hand wrapping around her ankle. That wasn’t what she wanted to happen, damn it! Didn’t he understand that as a male, he was to succumb to her lady-like ways?! Her distain radiated from every pore as the muscular individual continued to swing her form until she was upside down. Not only was his right hand holding onto her ankles, but his left decided to join into the fun. Of course her blonde hair dangled against the ground moments before she felt her head dropping against the ground. Cursing beneath her breath, Faith narrowed her baby blues towards him, her patience ebbing away.
”You had better apologize or I’m going to make you sorry!”
It wasn’t that she was cocky, she just hated people that tried to walk all over her. Also, it had been far too long since she had been in a fight, so she was rusty and hesitant. Even though she was close enough to make an attempt to escape, she made no movement. There was no way in hell she was giving him that type of satisfaction. Hell, this wasn’t the tightest pinch she had been in. Like the others, she would get out of this one, one way or another. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her gaze and unfortunately she had little time to prepare her system for the kick that came shortly then after. The amount of pain that slammed into her ribs equaled the short burst of agony she felt when she was shot. Unable to stop it, a scream bellowed out, the sound echoing throughout the room. Nothing registered after the kick until she felt her body meet the wall violently. The dull pain in her skull indicated that while she was black with pain, he was beating her head against the floor once again. Shaking her head to clear the stars that were sparkling around her head, Faith gingerly rubbed her ribs. The pen-flashlight was most definitely long gone. If it had been any other time, she would be toned and more apt to take the beating, but she wasn’t her normal self. Not yet at least, which was the main problem she was facing besides being abused.
“Ass… hole…”
Cautiously sliding to her feet, Faith maintained the distance from him. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake, twice. Straightening out her hair as well as the }{G jacket she was still wearing, the female eyed the man carefully. Obviously she couldn’t overpower him with just woman-force alone, but there were other things she was willing to use. More potent and powerful of course. Just beneath the skin on each of her wrists and neck tiny jewels could vaguely been seen, the three glowing a very light red shade. However, her main issue was how much could she do without hurting the innocent. Maybe if she just talked to this stranger and explained that all she wanted was the man, her weapons, and a safe passage, he would stop being a bully. Yeah, that sounded like a very good idea. If he refused, she would bring forth his pain.
”Look. I only want three things. The first is for that man to be let free. The second is for my weapons to be returned to me. The third is that this gentleman and I are allowed a safe passage out of here and that we’re left alone forever. I’m sure a man of your stature can handle that, yes?”
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