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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 19:36:22 GMT -5
((Would be great if people joined the RP at some point to witness the occurence that will happen.))
Kitrina walked the streets. Sometimes it felt more familiar than the Junkyard. She never quite fit in there. Bombalurina was great, but the others... it was strange. She wondered if that asshole Tugger told anyone about her scar. She doubted Munkustrap had, and he was still sleeping with her, though there was less emotion involved it seemed.
She kicked at a stone, hands shoved in the back pockets of her jeans, loose, black tanktop flattering her. It was loose enough to hide the slight protrusion of ribs. Something to add weight.
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Post by Styx on Apr 26, 2011 19:43:36 GMT -5
Styx glanced down from his favourite perch on a fence. Spitting the grizzly remains of his food out, he casually watched a grey que-
Well damn, If it wasn't her. That bitch.
This could be so much fun. Grinning, he jumped down making sure he landed barely half a metre behind her.
"Hello Coalie...."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 20:00:15 GMT -5
Despite the passed years, the nickname set off a lot of instinct. Her eyes narrowed before she spun around, a step taken backward before she braced her body in an attempt to look a little larger than she was, which was hard to do. Especially when she knew exactly who the tom was.
Shit...
"Styx."
A short reply. Just his name.
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Post by Styx on Apr 26, 2011 20:04:18 GMT -5
"You've put on weight." He knew how much that would hurt. "Still, i'd say you're fair game," He growled and leaned in closer, almost wanting her to lash out. So much like last time....
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 20:11:45 GMT -5
"Thank you," she snipped, a step taken backward. Then another. Something she couldn't help though she wanted to be tougher. Styx seemed more menacing now without the shield Chris gave sometimes.
That growl...
She glanced past him wondering if she could get past. If she'd be just fast enough to get on Jellicle territory.
Even if she ran, who'd bother helping?
"What do you want?"
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Post by Styx on Apr 26, 2011 20:22:04 GMT -5
Ooooh tough-talk.
"I was enjoying being out here, when I saw this familiar slut walk my way and I couldn't help wondering- why's she here? Isn't she the Junkyard slag-bag now?"
He pressed a paw down on her shoulder and pulled her towards him.
"Are you Munkustrap's bitch yet?"
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 20:33:29 GMT -5
He was so strong. She shuddered under the touch. So strong. And those words.
She growled, trying to keep a menacing look though the whites in her eyes expressed fear. "How the fuck do you know about that?"
She wrenched her shoulder back. "Fuck you."
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Post by Styx on Apr 26, 2011 20:43:52 GMT -5
"Heard it through the grapevine, baby.." Without warning, he extended his claws into her shoulder.
"Fuck yourself."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 20:51:17 GMT -5
The hiss of pain that escaped was a reminder. The question was whether she'd fight and run, or submit and hope it'd hurt less. It was impossible to guess what the right decision was.
"Asshole," she grit between her teeth, trying to pull back. "Let me go."
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Post by Styx on Apr 26, 2011 21:01:19 GMT -5
He sneered, deliberately keeping his claws in her shoulder. This was both far too fun and far too easy.
"Or what?" He smiled coldly, slowly running his other paw down the curves of her body.
Try something, bitch.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 26, 2011 21:16:57 GMT -5
She tensed up, sucking in a breath. This was the point where she used to be forced into submission. Where she'd fight, or give up.
Bitch. Whore. Abuse.
She thought about drinks with Bombalurina, of telling her and Kamaria what happened, of the encouragement for her to stand up for herself. The disappointment that she wasn't that strong in the end.
Fight or die trying, right? And she had a fast sprint.
He knee came up to his groin as she tried to yank away from Styx, to run back toward Jellicle territory.
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Post by Dinah on Apr 27, 2011 1:38:28 GMT -5
The sleek grey queen had left her brother alone in the hideout while she went to hunt. She did not know where she was going, a little exploration generally occurring with each hunt. Her tight clothing, black leggings with a black singlet, did not hinder her ability to slink down the street. She is interrupted, however, by strange, unhappy voices. She creeps closer, hiding from view as she observes. She feels under her shirt for the small knife in her little pouch, removing it when the female knees the male in an attempt to escape. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly before she appears. She points the knife at the male, her eyes flaming as it brought back memories of the way men used to treat her mother.
"Let her go."
She warns, standing her ground. She couldn't just leave this woman alone without trying to help.
(if this isn't right, let me know and I'll remove it)
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Post by Styx on Apr 27, 2011 19:45:23 GMT -5
Styx sneered. Who the fuck was this queen?
"Bring that knife any closer and i'll take you as well." He said coolly.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2011 23:57:10 GMT -5
Who was the queen? Why was she interfering? It was enough confusion for Kitrina to stop dead in her tracks. The instinct to run was stunted. She was perplexed, trapped between fight and submission.
"He's serious-" Kit finally said, voice barely audible.
Why was she staying there? Why wasn't she running?
Someone stepped in. Someone stepped in to protect her.
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Post by Dinah on Apr 28, 2011 1:11:55 GMT -5
Dinah does not move, she has the strong urge to help. She took a bold step forwards, holding the knife strongly in his direction.
"Let her go, now."
She says again, calmly but strongly. She cannot just leave the queen alone.
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Post by Kitrina on May 18, 2011 10:39:31 GMT -5
She was bewildered. How could someone completely come to her rescue? And why? Her head turned over her shoulder to look at Styx, and she shuddered.
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