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Post by arun on Oct 10, 2009 22:23:13 GMT
The red-head cut a striking figure. She was crouched on the edge of a building, looking intently down into the dark alley below her. The target of her gaze was a young woman, probobly only a couple of years older then Jordan herself. She looked properly nervious for where she was, and at what time. But she was attractive and Jordan knew what kind of men were out at this point. The woman's knee-length skirt fluttered suddently as she started to run, and Jordan blinked, confused. She didn't see or hear anyone in the alley, what had startled the woman?
Below her, the woman reached a door and knocked once. Jordan frowned, if the woman was running from something it was a worse idea to knock on someone's door. But then the door opened, revealing a young man. He said something that Jordan didn't catch, then they were kissing. Feeling dirty all of the sudden, Jordan watched untill the couple had closed the door behind them, then stood up and padded quietly back from the edge of her building. Her mouth was quirked into a smile of sorts, and she ruefully shook her head.
Jordan hadn't meant to be a peaking tom. Usually when attractive young women were out late they ended up in trouble. But that one had been fine. And would've been if Jordan hadn't been there.
She shook her head and gave up on trying to think about it. Jordan walked confidently across the roof, her boots making almost no noise on the roof. It wasn't cold, and she wasn't wearing a jacket. Her crop-top made no effort to hide the ugly scar raised along her stomach. But no one noticed that once they'd seen her hands. She hadn't even bothered to bandge them today, and the full glory of their oozing, burt, bloody palms weren't hidden. Her hand hurt like h***. But she ignorred the pain, she'd gotten good at that. But the pain was always there, like a thought she couldn't quite shake.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 1:34:35 GMT
Sara had been traveling for awhile. Walked some, hopped a few buses and now found herself somewhere in New York. At least she was pretty sure it was New York, looked like the movies, could have been Chicago for all she knew. Maybe Detroit. No didn't seem like Detroit. All she knew was that she was tired, hungry, and not all happy with her with her situation. She no longer had her academy uniform so she had bought the next best thing she could. The dufflebag over her shoulder carried several pairs of cargo pants, tank tops, few USMC sweatshirts, underthings and an extra pair of combat boots. What she was wearing was black cargo boots, black sweater, combat boots, black leather bomber jacket and a cadet cap. Her red hair was pulled up into French twist tucked under the cap. It was what she knew and what she was comfortable in.
Brow eyes were hidden under the bill of the cap, but the girl was on alert. At sixteen she hadn't been able to get her hands on a side arm. Unless she wanted to pay through the nose on the black market. She had money, her father had made sure of that, but not even she was that stupid. No matter how much she wanted one she didn't purchase it. Finally, the girl stopped and looked up and down the street, she needed food and place to crash tonight.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 4:19:18 GMT
Jordan dropped silently onto the fire escape, taking the impact of her landing by bending her knees. She froze for a moment, habitually listening to see if anyone had heard her. Then she moved carefully down the metel stairs, glad for the fact that her city was never dark enough to make it hard to see. It wasn't always a good thing, but take the breaks you got, right? My city takes care of me, She told herself, hearing the sarcasm in her own thoughts. Yeah right, Jordan. No one's ever taken care of you. Ever.
She froze at the bottom of the fire escape, looking down at the alley that was parallel to the one she'd been watching earlier. There was someone in this one too, another girl. But this girl looked a whole lot different. Jordan squinted, her attention caught by the duffle on the girl's shoulder. She normally would've watched, but Jordan was board.
With a sudden clatter of noise, she lept easily off the fire escape and landed in front of the girl. On closer inspection, she looked a bit younger then Jordan herself. "Hi, either you're a drug mule, or you're lost." She said, voice and face showing no emotion. "And you don't look like the first one, belive me I know." The girl was dressed like Jordan, army surplus, but about a million times stiffer.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 4:34:40 GMT
The hair on the back of neck stood up and she knew she was being watched. Her neck rolled and her head cocked to the side hoping to pick up something in all this noise. A breath, a foot step, something. Unfortunately, they'd have to be close in order for her to do that. When the other girl landed in front of her, Sara's duffle bag dropped and she slipped into a fighting stance. Brown eyes narrowed as she watched the girl in front of her.
A brow arched when the girl called her a drug mule or lost, but the cap blocked the motion. "Neither actually." Technically, one could only be lost if they couldn't fidn their destination. Since, Sara didn't have a destination she wasn't lost. Again her neck rolled and she picked up her bag once more. As she did so she scanned the girl and shook her head, someone wasn't taking care of herself. "Know a good diner and hotel?" May as well find out where she can go.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 4:48:02 GMT
Jordan watched the other girl impassively, mildly impressed by her fighting stance- but not really. She had no respect for 'offical' fighting, which that clearly was. She suspected that her form of street fighting had pulled stuff from martial arts, but a square punch was a square punch. No need to get fancy. Becides, she was absolutely sure she could take the girl if she had had any reason too.
The girls words didn't fit, "Sounds lost to me." She said, letting her smirk enter her voice. "You're not lost but you don't know where to go." And if she wanted a restaurant and hotel, what the heck was she doing the the wrong part of town. Clearly the girl didn't think very highly of Jordan, and she was welcome to her opinions. She strode forwards, kicking at the girl's fallen duffle just to be sure there wasn't anything in it. Just felt like clothes. "Sure, live here don't I?" She said, not answering the question.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 6:20:52 GMT
Sara wasn't liking the way this girl was watching her. She was coming off as really kind of annoying. Almost as if the girl thought she was better than Sara or something and that wasn't going to fly with her. Under her cap, brown eyes narrowed and she debated on just walking away. The girl wasn't in the mood to put up with any crap tonight, she was hungry, tired, and irritable.
"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion." That smirk in her voice irritated Sara to know end. "I don't have a set destination in mind. If I knew where I was going and couldn't find it, then I'd be lost." Was that really so difficult to understand? When the girl kicked her dufflebag, Sara growled. "Leave my gear alone." That was beyond rude and she was thankful there was nothing breakable in it. Having had enough of the girl's attitude, Sara moved past her and started walking again. She'd find a place her own damn self.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 10:00:05 GMT
'Gear', attitude, stupid hair style. It all added up to one thing in Jordan's mind- military. Hm, usually they were a little older. "Amazing reasoning," she said darkly, turning slightly to watch little-miss-my-bomb's-bigger-then-yours walk away. "That's the kind of reasoning everyone like you uses. That's why you can sleep at night after bombing some innocent kids." She wasn't usually like this, but army anything bugged her.
Then she just started to walk off, in the wrong direction. Jordan gritted her teeth, debating with herself. The only things that the girl would find that direction were better left unsaid. But Jordan was in no hurry to say to help her.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 15:39:44 GMT
This girl was seriously starting to piss her off. When that comment about bombing innocent kids left her mouth that was it. Sara was tired of people blaming the soldiers for the beaurocrats who made those types of decisions. She spun around, dropped to one knee and slammed her fist into the ground, using her anger to cause one of her largest tremors yet. The buildings around them shook quite a bit, but didn't fall down. "Until you truly understand what you are talking about, I would suggest you shut the hell up."
Sara stood up, looked up and down the street once more, and started moving in the opposite direction than she was originally going. She did not like this girl and she was not in the mood to deal with twit who didn't understand how things truly worked. The girl was jaded, cynical, and talked out her ass.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 19:19:40 GMT
Jordan's eyes widened, and she threw her hands out to catch herself on the narrow walls of the alley. Of all the people to run into... Another mutie. Jordan smiled, her smile showing too many teeth and only vicious happyness. She pushed herself back to her feet and waited for the girl to get a few steps away, standing perfectly still. Then she mentally gathered the power in her hands and with a 'Whoosh, shot the almost black power out her palms and formed two feet long 'lightsabers'.
The pain that shot up her arms with an almost reasuring wave a nausea. Jordan lived with the pain that her power caused her, and she hated it. But the reason that she continued to use her power was she loved it. When she was using her power, the pain felt good. She raced after the other girl, and brought her palm down, slicing easily through the strap of the girl's duffle. "You're in over your head, soldier girl." She hissed.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 19:33:48 GMT
sara heard the woosh and turned around. Brown eyes narrowed when the bitch sliced her bag. She tilted her head back and looked at the girl. "I have more important things to do then, play Jedi with you. Go find someone else to bother." Really she wasn't in the mood. She picked her bag once more and started to walk. So like a coward to attack someone when their back was turned. The girl wasn't stupid, she was keeping her eye on the other girl, so to speak.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 20:02:34 GMT
Jordan wasn't 'playing Jedi', she was playing Sith. "No one's here to order you to fight, so you run." She taunted, watching the girl turn again. Being ignorred ususally didn't bug Jordan, but this wasn't usually. Jordan waited untill the other girl had stalked past a huge dumpster, then ran and lept cat-like onto the metal hunk, enjoying the loud clang as she landed. She jumped again, landing in front of the soldier girl, arms spread wide. "Boo."
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 20:15:10 GMT
"I don't need orders to fight. I'm not the one who waited until someone's back was turned to be a coward. I just have to have the drive to fight and quite frankly, I don't feel like waisting my time on you." Sara was trying to keep her cool really she was, but this was seriously starting to piss her off. When the girl jumped in front of her and yelled 'boo' she rolled her eyes. "Hate to burst your bubble, but you aren't the Crow. You don't scare me, you annoy me. Are you going to insist on doing this?" Bender never saw the point of fighting without cause but then she normally wouldn't back down either. But she was hungry and tired and didn't really have time for this bullshit.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 20:18:25 GMT
You sicken me." Jordan was done talking, she had no interest in crows or girls who thought they were better then they really were. She popped one of her lightsabers back into her hand, ignorred the pain that came with it. She balled her right hand into a fist and punched soldier girl square in the nose. Blood splattered, as much of it Jordan's at the girl she'd just punched.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 20:23:33 GMT
Eyes rolled at the bitchiness of the girl. When the girl swung at her face she moved to block with her free hand. Sara dropped her gear and followed with a gut shot. She wasn't sure how quick this girl could move and was hoping it would at least knock her back a step if not double her over. "You are the sick one. Starting fights for no reason and talking about things you have no chance of ever understanding." Once more she slid back into her defensive stance and watched the girl. She might not have been the best at the academy, but she was pretty damn good at what she did.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 20:33:20 GMT
Jordan laughed manically, stepping backwards awkwardly as soldier girl's blow hit her gut. She lashed out with her left hand, feeling a surge of triumph as she felt her blade clip the other girl's shoulder. She smelled burning skin. Not that she would feel the pain that Jordan lived with everyday. But it would burn like hell. "For no reason?" She gasped, glaring as she gained her feet again. "The down-trodden dog bites back eventually. And no one's ever explained anything to me."
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