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Post by Yvette Maximilienne Regis on Aug 16, 2015 2:49:09 GMT -5
Yvette cringed back against the wall when the lights went out, her eyes whipping back and forth blinded. Why? All she wanted to do was get to her next class, but no. She had to get caught up in some gang war in the middle of the school. Trying to let her eyes adjust to the sudden darkness she didn't move. However she was in the middle of a riot,and standing still was not the best idea. The next thing she knew she was on the floor grasping her thigh. Someone unseen had decided to practice their batting skills on her thigh. Livid, she swiftly got to her feet ignoring the ripping pain that ran through her leg. Blinking a few times she made out a few dark shapes, spotting one with a club looking object in their hand she lunged. He hands touched what felt like an arm, with all the force she could muster she quickly twisted it behind the person's back. She heard the person start to scream but didn't stop, she was upset that she now had to limp around the school for no good reason.
"If you could stop being a 3 year old and not go on and obstruct order for no good reason, you wouldn't have this problem."
She bit off the words and aggressively shot them at the person she was facing. With rage fueling her she kept forcing the arm further and further back and up. Hearing a loud sickening pop and a resounding snap she guessed she pulled the person's shoulder out of its socket and broke the person's arm all in one go. Giving a swift kick to the back of their knee she retreated back to the wall. Limping with every step she bit back words of malice towards the school and all it's delinquent students. Herself included. How did she let herself end up here. Holding her thigh in one hand she felt it was already starting to swell and couldn't help a few little curses from falling out of her mouth. She brought up her other arm as somewhat of a shield still not able to see where incoming blows are. |
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 16, 2015 12:56:29 GMT -5
Siobhan stepped into the hallway, her vision turning black as the only source of light in the area disappeared. Behind her, it was as if a chain was released on the students, more sounds rising above the noise now that they were without vision. Siobhan stepped to the left quickly, using the wall to guard her blind spot from being attacked while she thought. Whispers chanted at the back of her head, mentioning how easy it would be to let go of the tight binds on her body. Just one person, we only need one. She blinked hard, trying to think over the bloodlust in her head. The clatter of bodies by her side distracted her momentarily, giving the oppressive force in her mind all the leeway it needed.
"If it's only one person, I guess it won't be as bad as last time."
Siobhan felt the more panicked and rational side of her mind go under in one swift yank, the bloodlust taking over control. Closing her eyes, she stepped forward into the hall, mind tracking footsteps rather than noises. A scuffle to the far left, someone charging on her side, the two in the threshold of the classroom, more screaming down the hall. Siobhan stepped forward, allowing the person to charge behind her before one arm latched onto their passing body. Seized with the urge to simply attack, Siobhan felt a smile split her face. Stepping forward, she rammed the body into the wall, drawing back and landing a solid punch. Again. Again. Again.
Releasing the body, she heard it slide down and land on the floor as a heap. Siobhan waited for the rush of relief, but the bloodlust didn't abate. It stirred slightly, but it was still there. She couldn't stop here. She needed more. Unaware of her body already moving, Siobhan unsheathed the hidden knife in her sleeve, crouching down and slicing forward. Someone fell hard, their tendons cut in half. She converged on them, fists raining down on their face. It doesn't mean anything if you can't feel the skin bruising underneath you. A small laugh trickled from her heaving chest. That was right. It wouldn't have meant anything if Siobhan hadn't tore every girl apart with her own hands. It would have been utterly meaningless if she didn't crack that girl's skull against the concrete. It was all meaningless. Siobhan felt the protests in her mind go silent.
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