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4/28/2016 9:15:55 PM
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[i]"Yeah. Sure."[/i]
[b]She shrugs off the statement, walking towards the exit, throwing the towel on the ground and taking the hair tie off, letting her hair fall into long blonde locks.[/b]
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[i] A knife thuds into the wall inches from her, and the hair tie in her hand severs in two.[/i] "Aw come on, the orphans can wait. And don't pretend like you don't want a rematch."
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[b]She grits her teeth, cracking her knuckles.[/b] [i]"You just threw a knife at me..."[/i] [b]She whips around, hatred burning in her eyes.[/b] [i]"You better pray to your god for some morphine."[/i]
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Edytowany przez użytkownika Will: 4/28/2016 10:44:00 PM"Correction, I threw a knife at your hair tie. You'd be bleeding out on the ground currently if I threw it at you." [i] He says with a smirk, switching to a combat stance, weight on the balls of his feet, and his mass evenly distributed.[/i]
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[i]"You are gonna wish you killed me..."[/i] [b]She sprints at him, a generally avoidable charge, besides the fact that her speed is unquestionably inhuman. She slides under him, her hands pulling on his legs as she goes, causing him to fall. She brings herself back up quickly, slamming her knee onto his back and holding him pinned. Her hands wrap around his arm, holding it poised twisting slightly to cause pain.[/b] [i]"Keep your shit in your own personal space."[/i]
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"No need to lose your shit Nichole. Can I call you Nichole?" [i] He says face down on the ground. In a sudden upheaval of strength, he bucks his body, throwing her slightly off balance. Enough for him to roll out from under her and spring back to his feet, his hands up. [/i]
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[i]"No, from this point forward, you fūck right off."[/i] [b]She quickly gets to her feet, turning away.[/b]
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"Woah woah, what happened?" [i]He asks genuinely confused.[/i]
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[i]"You threw a knife at me! No sane person does that!"[/i] [b]She motions to him likes he's crazy, swirling her finger near her head.[/b] [i]"I'd rather you just asked."[/i] [b]She quiets down, slowly composing herself.[/b] [i]"Are you that willing to put someone in danger for your own amusement?"[/i] [b]Her eyes soften, seemingly pleading for a straight answer.[/b]
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"You weren't in any danger Nikki. I know what I'm capable of. If there was even a sliver of a chance of me hurting you, I wouldn't have thrown it." [i]He says, staring straight into her eyes; his shiny gold and emerald irises looking right through her.[/i]
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[i]"Pfft. All men are the same."[/i] [b]She tucks her hair over her shoulder and backs away. She turns away once more, this time to simply check her phone-like device. It makes a quiet monotone beep. She begins a slow walk towards the exit, saying no more.[/b]
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"And that's what all women assume." [i]He says through gritted teeth; hurling a knife viciously at the wooden dummy, burying itself hilt deep into the wood.[/i]
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[b]She disappears through the exit, moving towards the docking bay.[/b] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[i] Ian shakes his head. He didn't even like her that much, it was whatever. But naturally, him being him, he couldn't let her walk out like that. He jogs quickly to the exit, barging through the door and calling out to her.[/i] "Nikki!"
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[b]Shes half-way to a large silver cruiser down the docking hall. It's looks aimlessly among other pirate ships and crafts. It looks well taken care of loved. She stops in her tracks, rubbing her temples as if she has a headache.[/b] [i]"What...?!"[/i] [b]She yells back, turning around.[/b]
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"I'm sorry. I don't want things to go along like that." [i] He says quietly, barely audible to her. His joker grin had left his face, and raw emotion and kindness was there.[/i]
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[b]She seems taken aback, but doesn't relent on her attitude.[/b] [i]"It doesn't matter. I'm over it."[/i] [b]She too is quiet, her eyes loosing their angry glare, replaced with their starting gentle disposition.[/b]
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[i] Ian just gazes at her. Not entirely believing her, but he wasn't going to grovel. He'd said all he could.[/i] "Ok." [i] He says; turning around and walking back towards the gym.[/i] (End?)
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[spoiler]End.[/spoiler]
