Post by Sarah Crestwell on Apr 9, 2015 23:23:13 GMT -5
She was training herself to be a better fighter, to be a tougher combatant, to be a little bit more forward and outgoing, to be more comfortable with herself, and lastly she was trying to smoke pot on a more regular basis. Though, that one she hadn't gotten around to but Varus had definitely made it something of a priority by giving her an extremely positive experience with it. It helped the anxiety, it helped her overcome social anxieties in particular, but there was something that she still had to deal with. Her aggression.
Before when she was street harrassed she would just lower herself, make herself small and move faster. Usually this display of submissiveness would allow her to walk away cleanly. Now though, now she got to missing the feeling of her knuckles aching. Now she wanted to feel the crunch of bones. She enjoyed fighting and strangely enough?
She enjoyed being beaten up. Something about the adrenaline, something about the endorphins, it was cathartic.
"Hey Jolly Green Tits, what's going on?"
Some white douchebag with a flatbill cap dressed in mostly red was... well not so creative. Yeah she wore a green jacket and yeah she was tall but for christs sakes she was wearing a sports bra under a t-shirt and a coat. There wasn't much going on in that department.
"Fuck off."
"The fuck did you say to me bitch?"
"I said..." She hesitated before a small grin crept along her face. "I said why don't you go fuck yourself before I shove my foot so far up your ass that I'm forced to find another ugly asshole with bad taste just so that I can make sure my shoes match."
The guy apparently had a few friends smoking nearby, and she raised her fists ready to go until she saw something shine in two of their hands.
"THATS CHEATING!" She turned and took down an alleyway, finding that she had cut herself off before she grabbed a nearby trash lid and prepared herself.
"Come here, I got something for ya!"
Shit...
She didn't feel like bleeding out, but she didn't think she had time to pull her phone out and call for help.
Before when she was street harrassed she would just lower herself, make herself small and move faster. Usually this display of submissiveness would allow her to walk away cleanly. Now though, now she got to missing the feeling of her knuckles aching. Now she wanted to feel the crunch of bones. She enjoyed fighting and strangely enough?
She enjoyed being beaten up. Something about the adrenaline, something about the endorphins, it was cathartic.
"Hey Jolly Green Tits, what's going on?"
Some white douchebag with a flatbill cap dressed in mostly red was... well not so creative. Yeah she wore a green jacket and yeah she was tall but for christs sakes she was wearing a sports bra under a t-shirt and a coat. There wasn't much going on in that department.
"Fuck off."
"The fuck did you say to me bitch?"
"I said..." She hesitated before a small grin crept along her face. "I said why don't you go fuck yourself before I shove my foot so far up your ass that I'm forced to find another ugly asshole with bad taste just so that I can make sure my shoes match."
The guy apparently had a few friends smoking nearby, and she raised her fists ready to go until she saw something shine in two of their hands.
"THATS CHEATING!" She turned and took down an alleyway, finding that she had cut herself off before she grabbed a nearby trash lid and prepared herself.
"Come here, I got something for ya!"
Shit...
She didn't feel like bleeding out, but she didn't think she had time to pull her phone out and call for help.
