Post by Mar'i Grayson on Jul 26, 2016 20:19:31 GMT -5
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Am I possessive? Just because I'm claiming what's mine.
Promises were easily broken by sheer boredom, so Mar'i learned that afternoon. After her shift got cut she had returned dutifully home to whine about it to her boyfriend, lover, roomate-with-benefits, or however he was so inclined to title himself. Whatever, he was absent, and she was alone in an apartment without a TV, internet, or phone-line. Sure, she could go out walking with her sunglasses on in the rain. It surely wouldn't draw suspicion, oh no.
There was only one place someone like her could find something to do without needing to hide, and so to the underground it was. She had heard things; talked to people. Places that eluded government agencies. A dubiously safe haven for the unusual, at least comparitavely. The underground was somewhere she had promised she wouldn't go alone.
Yet, she did. She found it, through the scarce inside information she had, and once there she began to learn more. They had a fight club, where skills were tested, faces were bloodied, and bets were placed. It was not something that should have appealed to her but oh, did it.
There was so much energy inside her just waiting to be released. She couldn't fly. She couldn't shoot her starbolts. She couldn't use her inhumane strength anywhere near its full capacity. Not even Damian could provide any fun ways of releasing pent-up frustration in their mess of a living space. Even still, she worked under the sun, and soaked up its energy all the same.
This fight club could very well be a solution to the annoyance. It was worth checking out.
The same friendly sort she chatted up who knew his way around led her to the place. It was nothing like the sparring arenas she was used to back home, or augmented reality training facilities, but it was decent for what they had to work with. All that mattered was there was plenty of space for people to go at it.
There was a match going on already, with the crowd of onlookers shouting various comments. Mar'i caught glimpses of the two between the people as she lingered behind, watching with curiosity. It was a man and a woman. Nice to know they wouldn't have any issues with keeping boys and girls in their own little corners.
Her brow pinched and she stopped for a moment as a glimpse of the man's profile caught her eye. She knew him. Could that be...? She tried to move forward, but a group of heated men who seemed to have wagered a significant amount on the match results weren't keen on moving. That wasn't too much of an issue. Mar'i 'gently' pushed them aside, and they quickly realized what they were dealing with when the least effort on her part gave them no choice.
In the second row, she could see him better. It was Damian. She wondered what he did when she wasn't home, and it seemed she had her answer. She also wondered why he didn't tell her about it, unless they both stumbled upon it the same day which, well, given how they met wouldn't even surprise her.
She hadn't really had the chance to see him fight. Their awful financial situation had them lying low. Only now, when they weren't homeless on the street, both working could they think of anything else beyond survival. She couldn't even blame him for being there. He was a man after her own heart, and maybe the call to fight drew them both. Mar'i wanted to see what he could do.
What she didn't want to see was a woman flirting with him.
There was only one place someone like her could find something to do without needing to hide, and so to the underground it was. She had heard things; talked to people. Places that eluded government agencies. A dubiously safe haven for the unusual, at least comparitavely. The underground was somewhere she had promised she wouldn't go alone.
Yet, she did. She found it, through the scarce inside information she had, and once there she began to learn more. They had a fight club, where skills were tested, faces were bloodied, and bets were placed. It was not something that should have appealed to her but oh, did it.
There was so much energy inside her just waiting to be released. She couldn't fly. She couldn't shoot her starbolts. She couldn't use her inhumane strength anywhere near its full capacity. Not even Damian could provide any fun ways of releasing pent-up frustration in their mess of a living space. Even still, she worked under the sun, and soaked up its energy all the same.
This fight club could very well be a solution to the annoyance. It was worth checking out.
The same friendly sort she chatted up who knew his way around led her to the place. It was nothing like the sparring arenas she was used to back home, or augmented reality training facilities, but it was decent for what they had to work with. All that mattered was there was plenty of space for people to go at it.
There was a match going on already, with the crowd of onlookers shouting various comments. Mar'i caught glimpses of the two between the people as she lingered behind, watching with curiosity. It was a man and a woman. Nice to know they wouldn't have any issues with keeping boys and girls in their own little corners.
Her brow pinched and she stopped for a moment as a glimpse of the man's profile caught her eye. She knew him. Could that be...? She tried to move forward, but a group of heated men who seemed to have wagered a significant amount on the match results weren't keen on moving. That wasn't too much of an issue. Mar'i 'gently' pushed them aside, and they quickly realized what they were dealing with when the least effort on her part gave them no choice.
In the second row, she could see him better. It was Damian. She wondered what he did when she wasn't home, and it seemed she had her answer. She also wondered why he didn't tell her about it, unless they both stumbled upon it the same day which, well, given how they met wouldn't even surprise her.
She hadn't really had the chance to see him fight. Their awful financial situation had them lying low. Only now, when they weren't homeless on the street, both working could they think of anything else beyond survival. She couldn't even blame him for being there. He was a man after her own heart, and maybe the call to fight drew them both. Mar'i wanted to see what he could do.
What she didn't want to see was a woman flirting with him.
Here you go! Hope you can work with this.