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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 20:42:16 GMT
Sara growled as the blade cut her shoulder and she glared. "I had nothing to do with you being downtrodden you stupid bitch. You go an issue with someone take it up with them." Oh what she wouldn't give for a sidearm right now. At least she hit her. Her arm was feeling really weird and she wasn't liking it one bit. What the hell was up with this bitch? Sara would have used her bowie knife but it was a gift from her father. Instead she reached down and grabbed a lead pipe. "You need to calm your manical ass down."
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 23:04:11 GMT
But Jordan was on a roll. She could tell that soldier girl was favoring her arm now, and boy did Jordan know how that felt. But that didn't mean she was simpathetic. The red-head smiled cooly, nodding at the pipe the other girl was carrying now. "I need to cool down? I'm not calling you names." Not that she minded being called a bitch. She'd been called worse, much worse.
Jordan retracted her other blade, leaving only her bare fists. "Bring it on." She nodded at the pipe.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 23:11:08 GMT
Brown eyes rolled. "No you are just the one picking a fight for any reason other than because you can." When the girl retracted the blade and when to empty handed, Bender dropped the pipe. The fact that this girl believed she would fight her while Bender was armed and she was unarmed was enough to make the girl roll her eyes once more. She just shook her head. "You wanted this fight, not me. You want it you have to come and get it."
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 23:31:23 GMT
"Yes, I can." Jordan agreed with soldier girl. "It's just unfortunate that you're the first one to stuble apon me." That wasn't true, but Jordan, without realising herself, senced that this girl would actually be able to put up a fair fight, maybe even beat her. And Jordan had the closest thing that you can have to a death wish without wanting to die.
She shrugged carelessly, "Whatever you want." With that, Jordan charged, cocking her fist back and slamming it into the wound she'd already given the girl.
ooc- sorry if I'm power playing, you can do the same if you want.
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Post by sara on Oct 11, 2009 23:44:46 GMT
Sara rolled her eyes and braced for the attack. She wasn't going to get any peace until this fight was ove one way or the other. When the girls fist hit her wound, Sara growled and came up with a knee lift to the girls gut, followed by a left hook. She didn't know what this bitch's problem was and she didn't really care either. But if she wanted a fight she'd get a fight and that was all there was to it. She'd just have to tend to the wounds later.
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 23:55:47 GMT
Jordan gasped as the other girl's knee dug into her gut, but she still manged to get out of the way, for the most part, of her punch. The other girl's nuckles clipped Jordan's head, but not enough of a blow to even feel it. She was outclassed, but class had little to do with fighting. Jordan stayed close to soldier girl and jabbed her hand into the other girl's stomach.
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Post by sara on Oct 12, 2009 0:09:00 GMT
Sara grabbed at the girl's wrist when she went for the stomach blow. She side stepped so the blow went past her, just barel clipping her in the side. Again her knee came up toward the girl's middle and she let out a low growl. This was insane. The girl's anger, directed toward a total stranger had no rhyme or reason. Sara would have gone on her way and never even knew the girl was there had the other not shown herself. Sara went for a backhand chop along the girl's neck in the hopes to at least get her to go down.
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Post by arun on Oct 12, 2009 6:03:44 GMT
Jordan dropped, but of her own accord. The mutant girl drove her fist into the other girl's kneecap, gritting her teeth as the impact of the blow shot pain through her hands. She was viciously happy, happy to be hurting herself. And she didn't care who she used to get to her goal. Jordan reeled backwards, scrambling back to her feet.
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Post by sara on Oct 12, 2009 23:14:30 GMT
Bender jumped back and studied the girl. No way was she going to feed this little junkie her pain fix. "Find yourself another pusher. I'm done." She took several steps back and picked up her bag. There was no way she was going to let this sick girl use her for her jollies. Whether it was causing Sara pain or herself, she couldn't tell. All Sara knew was she was done with it.
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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 0:00:13 GMT
Jordan smiled, sardonically, wiping a bloody hand across her mouth. The red head was breathing hard and her hand was wresting gingerly on her gut, but she wasn't anywhere near as bloody as she wanted to be. She just wanted to be able to drag herself into a corner and bleed. But she didn't move and her eyes were dimmer now. "So much for cold turkey." She muttered. Soldier Girl had gotten it right on, and that was why Jordan had stopped. The realization that she was that sick scared her.
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Post by sara on Oct 13, 2009 4:43:47 GMT
Bender watched the girl warily waiting for the attack that didn't come. A brow went up when she mentioned going cold turkey and her eyes narrowed. "Either you like causing others pain or yourself, and I'm not having any part of it. You want to screw with yourself that's your business. Don't drag me into it." Her shoulder was killing her, now she needed her own medical attention, because she really couldn't go to a hospital. She wasn't much for pain, she could tolerate it, but she didn't like it. "I don't know what your glitch is, but I have an injury that I need to tend to, and then I'm going to find what I was looking for. Understand?" With that said, the red head started to back up, not trusting her back to this girl.
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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 16:26:35 GMT
Jordan sighed. "I'm so sorry, soldier girl." She said. "Burn salve works well on those injuries." The red-head jumped to her feet and turned to walk away, down deeper into the bronx. "You're right, you know." She said softly. "I'm worse then I thought I was."
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Post by sara on Oct 13, 2009 16:40:20 GMT
Sara palmed her face as the girl started walking off. As pissed as she was the girl apparently needed help. "Point me in the direction of the nearest diner and I'll buy you dinner for your trouble." She dropped down her bag and squatted down to open it. She peeled off her jacket, which she'd have to get replaced, and her sweater and looked over the wound. The girl pulled out a first aid kit and started to tend to it, every now and then sucking in a breath that sounded like a hiss.
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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 19:16:35 GMT
Jordan shrugged, she wasn't above getting a free meal. The red-head turned back around and walked slowly back towards soldier girl. She wiped her hands, now freely bleeding, on her jeans. "Here." She said, grabbing the first-aid kit from the girl.
She passed over the burn stuff and grabbed a handfull of gauze. "You'll probobly want to leave it alone for a while, but it won't hurt after a little while." She handed the other girl the gauze and wiped her hand on her jeans again, smearing more blood. Her hands were numb, but they would hurt later. "I'm Jordan, by the way."
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Post by sara on Oct 13, 2009 19:46:19 GMT
Bender took the gauze and started to work on the wound. She tossed the rest back to the girl in case she wanted to wrap her hands. "Bender." Once that was taken care of, she slipped on the sweater and jacket again, reminding herself to get a new one. "You going to eat or not?" Right now the girl didn't care one way or the other. With or without the other red head she was going to get some grub and then she was going to find a hotel and get some sleep. It'd been a long few days and she just wanted to crash and forget it ever happened for a few hours.
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