Post by Rose Decumbry on Aug 10, 2008 21:45:07 GMT -5
Rose dropped in, from a rooftop, onto the deserted pavement of the road. She had recently gotten the inside of her lip busted, and liked the feeling of free flowing blood, running through her, even if it was hers. But what disappointed her most, was she had bruised her eye, and badly too. She ran the fight through her head.
Flashback
Rose stepped into the bar, wearing regular, comfortable clothes, you know, flared jeans and a peasent jumper with heels, hair pulled back into a high ponytail, nothing new. As usual, she walked up to the bar, ordering her regular drink, Mike's Hard. She opened the cap, the way Ali had taught her.
So, as usual some pig excuse for a man walked up to her thinking they had a chance to get with her. Rose sighed, but tried to be polite. The man had asked her where she was, if she was single, and her age. She could smell the alcohol, not only on his breath, but in his veins, and it had sickened Rose terribly.
So Rose did tell him the truth, She told him she was from London, England, She was singled, and that she was 129 years young. she ran her hand through her hair, and flared her nose. He was an unsightly man, potbelly, receiding hairline, and repeatdly beeded with sweat. Rose, could count how many there was to be excact.
The man believed her, to be insane and delusional, and he had some Tylenol back at his place. Rose, growled, another man trying to tak advantage of her. Well they soon enough would find out that, she indeed, was not to be taken lightly.
She told this man, with a polite, and cruel smile, that she wouldn't bother going home with a sick, disgusting pig, who deserved to be shot between the eyes. He of course, didn't take this to lightly. He wobbled off back to his group of potbelly pigs, and they turned just about as red faced as he did.
Rose smiled, she knew where this was going. And she'd let it happen, she could take all of them, first she'd let them take a few hits at her, then she'd move in one motion and have their blood strewn across the walls. Of course, though this would be in an alleyway, nothing publicly seen.
So they rambled over, grabbed her harshly, or what they though harshly, and dragged her out into the back alleyway. Rose smiled, and took the punch to the face, several infact, but chose to ignore their taunts, about how she'd be begging for one of them to take her home with them, and then one cracked a sick disgusting joke, about how they should all bang her right here right now, she wouldn't scream.
She snapped like a twig. She ran at this one, her hand raised, and slashed his throat open, like a toy. the other two, the same way, then the last one, the one who approached her in the first place, and tore his jugular out, and spit it to the ground, it was surronded by fat, and unworth the time.
All in all, she had a pretty clean fight, expect the eye and lip..
Yep, clean fight, she thought, and walked along the road, and sighed, she was still hungry like hell, and hadn't fed well in the last two days, and was becoming ravenous.
Flashback
Rose stepped into the bar, wearing regular, comfortable clothes, you know, flared jeans and a peasent jumper with heels, hair pulled back into a high ponytail, nothing new. As usual, she walked up to the bar, ordering her regular drink, Mike's Hard. She opened the cap, the way Ali had taught her.
So, as usual some pig excuse for a man walked up to her thinking they had a chance to get with her. Rose sighed, but tried to be polite. The man had asked her where she was, if she was single, and her age. She could smell the alcohol, not only on his breath, but in his veins, and it had sickened Rose terribly.
So Rose did tell him the truth, She told him she was from London, England, She was singled, and that she was 129 years young. she ran her hand through her hair, and flared her nose. He was an unsightly man, potbelly, receiding hairline, and repeatdly beeded with sweat. Rose, could count how many there was to be excact.
The man believed her, to be insane and delusional, and he had some Tylenol back at his place. Rose, growled, another man trying to tak advantage of her. Well they soon enough would find out that, she indeed, was not to be taken lightly.
She told this man, with a polite, and cruel smile, that she wouldn't bother going home with a sick, disgusting pig, who deserved to be shot between the eyes. He of course, didn't take this to lightly. He wobbled off back to his group of potbelly pigs, and they turned just about as red faced as he did.
Rose smiled, she knew where this was going. And she'd let it happen, she could take all of them, first she'd let them take a few hits at her, then she'd move in one motion and have their blood strewn across the walls. Of course, though this would be in an alleyway, nothing publicly seen.
So they rambled over, grabbed her harshly, or what they though harshly, and dragged her out into the back alleyway. Rose smiled, and took the punch to the face, several infact, but chose to ignore their taunts, about how she'd be begging for one of them to take her home with them, and then one cracked a sick disgusting joke, about how they should all bang her right here right now, she wouldn't scream.
She snapped like a twig. She ran at this one, her hand raised, and slashed his throat open, like a toy. the other two, the same way, then the last one, the one who approached her in the first place, and tore his jugular out, and spit it to the ground, it was surronded by fat, and unworth the time.
All in all, she had a pretty clean fight, expect the eye and lip..
Yep, clean fight, she thought, and walked along the road, and sighed, she was still hungry like hell, and hadn't fed well in the last two days, and was becoming ravenous.
