Post by Samora Sandson on Sept 23, 2007 17:03:31 GMT -5
Name:Samora Sandson
Age:19
Date of Birth: 1/18/88
Gender:Female
Appearance:She is about 5'9" in height and weighs merely around 110 pounds. She is skinny, yet slightly muscular, she looks as if she's trained for athletics. She's usually seen wearing a hoodie of some sort, or anything with long sleeves. The sleeves are used to hide scars and cuts that are on her arms. She's entirely embarassed about them, but she couldn't help but do what she did and does, it's mainly for her sanity at most. Her arms are usually bandaged up to her elbow, somtimes the bandages look a little bloody.
Once in a while she'll wear a T-shirt of some band she likes or something wierd along the lines of odd. Her jeans she wears are usually a light faded blue, with a few rips here and there just to add to a punk/rocker chick style. She has a total of 12 piercings on her ears, 6 on one side and 6 on the other, she always wears silver hoops in them. She has nothing else pierced but her ears. She wears old black faded skater shoes with the logo of DC coming off of them.She has dark hair, it's length is near her waist line, and usually braided back. Her eyes are a soft green.
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Codename: Sorrow
Affiliation: Xavier's Institute
Equipment: She sometimes carries either knives or daggers of various brands and sizes as a weapon of protection.
Strengths/Weaknesses: She's more of a hand to hand fighter, but if she ever needed to she would use a weapon if she had it had hand. She's seen so many street fights, she's picked up a few things here and there and learned many ways to fight. She can also handly just about any type of weapon she seen used on the streets. She's tested around a bit, and learned, by being self taught, different techniques and such to escape different situations.
Her weakness, is other's pain. Sometimes when she feel's other's pain, it is amplified and puts her to the point of crippling over. And sometimes she can ignore it if it is minor.
Powers:Her powers are odd, however, she can't really control them, nor knows what she has in store for the future of possible learning about them.
The ability to feel others pain. Just by looking at someone, or feeling the presence of someone who is hurt mentally or physically it would take a toll on her, forcing her to feel what they feel.
When she feels something bad enough, and she cries, where ever she walks, it will rain blood.
(Hopefully she'll soon discover her last one or two)
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History:After discovering her powers one day, at the age of 14, when her uncle was shot right before her eyes and could feel his pain. She started to feel others pain as well. But up until that single day, she lead a normal and healthy life.
After her parents were noticing she was no longer a high honors student, and was failing school as well as she was acting weird. being more snappy when her parents would fight, or get hurt. Or when she'd come home from school, she looked as if she was beaten down, and such but no markings were left, except the ones on her arms.
They sat her down to talk with her when she was 16. She told them what was going on, but of course they were in disbelief. She shook the thoughts away and thought to be herself. . . Crazy, but she didn't understand herself.
At the age of 17 she was submitted into a insane asylum, because she kept trying to get her parents to believe her about her powers, but they had enough of her babbling on, and submitted her in an asylum, where they keep her always heavily sedated, and on plently of drugs to keep herself from thinking about all these "crazy thoughts" and forcing herself to believe what she can and cannot do. They thought that she was creating false thoughts for attention.
After spending nearly two years in the asylum, the kept her off drugs for a while, and she seemed to have forgotten about other's and her past thoughts. On January 18, on her 19th birthday, they released her because she seemed as if she was acting normal. And she claimed she felt no such things from others, and seemed fine. She then moved back in with her parents.
After a few months of living with her parents, she then started to feel her powers coming back, but she never mentioned it. She kept it all to herself, and decided to move out away from everything and one. The thing that was keeping her powers from coming back, and locked them away, was the drugs she was on that kept her from feeling everything and as well as thinking.
When she moved out, she had no where to go, and decided to just wander around New York, looking for a place to stay. On the streets she picked up some information about other mutants who linger around, and as well as a place where she may be able to stay, Xavier's Institute for the gifted. A place where she dreamed of basically, and perhaps a place where they could teach her some things she missed out on while locked in some padded room, high off every drug there is about, to keep her from thinking. And probably learn about her powers as well.
Personality: She can have a nasty attitude sometimes, but she tries not to. Sometimes it may be just the pain she is feeling speakin, or sometimes she may come off rude. But when she isn't like that, she's usually nice trying to make some sort of friend to hang around with, but so far, it's been unsucessful so far. But mainly she is more into running from others out on the streets for the sake of her sanity. She's tired of feeling their pain, and hopes to soon find a way to block it out, or use it back against them for making her suffer all the time.
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RP Sample: (Normal Situation)
A demon, she was dubbed. A warrior of the devil, she was named. All who see her flee. She can read their pain, and once she feels it, and if it makes her cry, the streets would be stained of blood. The streets would be covered with a crimson film where ever she would walk. Many would fear her presence, and many still do. But all she wants is just someone to understand, she cannot control it. She cannot help what she can do.
She never wanted to feel others pain. Never again would she ever want to cut her sorrows away just for her own pleasure and create her own world called Forget-me not. Forever would she love to live a normal life among the humans. Walk and interact with them, without knowing what hurts them, without feeling what hurts them. She has yet to find a way to block out what these feelings, or turn it against them some how.
With no control over what she can do, or what happens to her. She is useless, and helpless. Always locking herself away in her mental realm, trying to shut reality out while hiding in the shadows in the abandoned parts of the city, where no one would dare linger, in fear for she may be there.
(Fighting)
She stormed from the café into the streets. Running through the streets toward the darkest part of the alley ways. Her head held in her hands, trying not to cry. Her head and body were in so much pain, enough pain to cripple one who wouldn’t be able to handle it. Being surrounded by so many people, their pain became overwhelming on her, forcing her to leave the café while having an interesting conversation with a handsome teenager around her age. So many people, too many people for her to handle their heart aches, and or other things that had happened to them that day.
She continued down the street toward the abandoned area of the city. Where she mainly lingered most of her time. As she gained closer, she slowed down, she was about far enough away to no longer feel the presence of others, but that didn’t mean the pain would go immediately away for her, it usually took a night or so to stop feeling all the pain.
Darting into the darkest corner she could find, she fell to the ground in so much agony. Reaching a hand into her pocket, she pulled out a bottle of pain killers, and swallowed a couple. Capping the bottle, she replaced it in her pocket, and then curled up in a ball on the ground; Holding back so many tears to keep the earth dry from the crimson rain that would fall to the surface.
After waiting for the painkillers to kick in, she sat up. Some of the pain has died down, but not enough to completely stop all together. She sighed, “Can’t they stop feeling pain, and causing it for one day?!” She balled up her fists and hit one of the walls next to her. The force that she it at, and the texture of the wall tore open her knuckles and made them bleed, gushing blood all down her hands. Pressing her head up against the wall, she slowly reached into her pocket, and pulled out a gauze wrap, and tightly wrapped up her hands to stop the bleeding.
Pushing up her sleeves to her hoodie, she unwrapped her arms and replaced the old wrappings with new ones guarding her fresher wounds among her arms from any infection and preventing them from tearing open. After all the bandage changing was done, she leaned up against the wall and slid down it turning her back against it and sitting up against the wall. She closed her eyes, remembering every shot and ounce of pain she had felt from the past up until now. It was horrific.
All I wish for is this to end. All of this pain to go away! And lead a normal life like I have before all of this!
She opened her eyes, and looked to the ground picking up a piece of a broken bottle, she pushed a sharp end of it into the palm of her hand, breaking the skin a little. Watching a single ounce of blood rise up, her eyes rose up from her palm, and then looked up to a man who seemed to be wandering around with someone else, he looked drunk, and his drunk buddy as well.
The two were so drunk, and they couldn’t even stand really. At one of their hands, they held a gun, they were standing there as if they were waiting for someone to ambush them. They were laughing hysterically, and couldn’t even barley hold themselves up. Staggering about, messing around with that gun, he held in his hand, passing it back and forth
She eyed them a moment, and then pushed herself away from them into the darker parts of the alley, just watching them. No one ever lingers here, but me . . . They must be really drunk She eyed them and made no sound.
One of the men looked over and spotted her moving away. He waved the gun around, and then started yelling,” Wha- are ya’ doin in my house?!” He was so drunk, but he couldn’t even speak right. He was slurring up and down the place. His buddy just walked over and mocked him, “Yeah what are you doin in his hou. . . . SA!” He leaned an arm up against the wall and started throwing up, but afterwards when he was done throwing up, he looked at her again, and started at it.” Get out, before . . . BEFORE WE SHOOT YA’” He grabbed the gun from his buddy, and waved it around like the other man did before.” We don’ need no trouble! Now. . SCRAM!” He almost fell over at his words, and all she did was stare at him.
Looking deeply at the two, she was hoping that they wouldn’t pull the trigger, she was in enough pain as it was, she didn’t need anymore. And nor did she want it, besides would you like to feel others’ pain, every day of your life, ever time you came into contact with others’ out there? She shrugged, and hopped the out come of this wasn’t going to end badly.
She rolled her eyes at them, and then sighed.”If anything SIRS you’re in MY alley way. No one ever comes around here, but me. Secondly, this isn’t your house, I have no idea who you are and you are outside. So let us put that gun away, and you two go on home, we don’t need any trouble, you are right.” She was hoping not to set them off and they would go crazy and actually shoot her. She didn’t need that at all, nor did they.
The men just looked at her,” Lady, look. Your ARRREEEEE-“ His words were deeply slurred, and every now and then he stopped to breathe because he held so many words for so long.” Look you’re in MY house woman, now get out!” The other man agreed with him, and waved the gun around again, luckily aiming in the air and pulling the trigger. When the shot let off, they both laughed and did it again, thinking it was quite hysterical for the time being.
As soon as the shots were let off, she jumped a little, and watched them with a strange awe Strange men . . . Why are they here . . . Clearly they are drunkards . . . She crossed her arms, and then stood up.” Stop shooting. We don’t need people coming here. And besides, YOU ARE OUTSIDE! This is not your home. I can positively tell you that one from the heart.” She watched them as they hand their fun shooting around and playing with the gun, she almost had the feeling to laugh, but held it back.
They looked at her and stopped laughing, “ NOW! There is no need to yell miss!” He shot a few more rounds into the skies.” We are in my area, my house, if you can’t accept that then . . . leave!” Taking a few steps toward her, he staggered around a bit. His buddy soon followed after, but then fell face first passing out from being so drunk. All he did was point and laugh as he fell over. He almost did so himself, but then his face when straight and he eyed the female.
Staggering closer to her, he placed a hand on her face, and then smiled.” Well now . . . Aren’t you a catch young lady . . . Wanna go to my room?” He raised his eye brows and rubbed his grubby, dirty fingers down her face. Smiling as he went on, then he tried to run his hand down his body, but something in his mind was telling him, NO YOU CAN’T DO THAT! At least some little thing in his mind was thinking clearly enough at the moment. He just continued to stare into her soft green eyes and smiling.
She pulled away, and was getting irritated,” YOU ARE NOT AT YOUR HOUSE, YOU STUPID DRUNKARD! YOU ARE OUTSIDE!! And I am not yours, and no I will not go with you to your “room” as you would say.” She rolled her eyes at him and pulled away.” Now leave before you cause trouble, and take your buddy down there . . . With you.” She pointed to his friend, and then turned away.
The man became angry, and aimed the gun unsteadily at her, “Oh come now, your coming with me whether you’d like to or not.” A large smile crept on his face, and he grabbed her by the arm. And then trying to force her to go with him. Seeing somewhat clearly that she did not, absolutely did not want to go with him, but he really didn’t care at the time.
Rolling her eyes, she mumbled to herself, “Just to think, I had a perfectly fine day besides all the pain from the café. And now he wants to ruin this for me?! OH NO HE ISN’T!” She turned around, and went to grab for the gun, as soon as she got a hand on it, he pulled away, and hit her. She looked at him and took his arm with the gun, and did a move making him release the gun. Twisting his arm arm up and around behind him, then kicking his legs out from under him, making him fall to the ground.
He was surprised at what she could do for a female. Standing up, he walked over and kicked his buddy awake, for someone to fight with.
Once his buddy was awake, he stood up and shook it all off. Looking to his friend, and then getting the idea. He staggered over and went to pick up the gun. But Samora was too quick for them. She stepped on his hand before he could grip it, and then kicked him in the face. He let go, and started crying on the ground about his face. Her head started to hurt after she did that to him, but she was dealing the best she could with it.
She picked up the gun and threw it down the alley way more so that they wouldn't go after it again.
The other man watched his buddy cry, and grew angry," HOW DARE YOU!" Charging at her, he pinned her to the ground, and started beating her. She reached a hand up to his face, and scratched at his eyes making him bleed, but the bad thing about that was, she felt it as well. Ignoring that the best she could, along with her head ache. Lifting up her hips, she threw him up while he was groveling about his eyes. She stood up and backed away,"I'm giving you the chance for you and your buddy to run, unless you wish to die. I'd leave if I were you."
The man who was going on about his face took the oppertunity and ran off.
The other stood up with his bloody eyes, and with all of his strength, he ran at her and threw a haymaker punch, catching her across the face, and then willowing in his so called "victory".
She grew entirely angry, almost knocked out, she pulled her now weakened and sore body up and went back at him as fast as she could, hitting him. . In the. . you know where, and then catching her knee into his face, knocking him out with a quick speed." I warned you."
She left the man laying there, and pulled her bottle of pain killers out. It had 3 left in it. Pouring them out of the bottle, she swallowed them all at one shot, and threw the bottle at him, and then started out of the alley way.
Age:19
Date of Birth: 1/18/88
Gender:Female
Appearance:She is about 5'9" in height and weighs merely around 110 pounds. She is skinny, yet slightly muscular, she looks as if she's trained for athletics. She's usually seen wearing a hoodie of some sort, or anything with long sleeves. The sleeves are used to hide scars and cuts that are on her arms. She's entirely embarassed about them, but she couldn't help but do what she did and does, it's mainly for her sanity at most. Her arms are usually bandaged up to her elbow, somtimes the bandages look a little bloody.
Once in a while she'll wear a T-shirt of some band she likes or something wierd along the lines of odd. Her jeans she wears are usually a light faded blue, with a few rips here and there just to add to a punk/rocker chick style. She has a total of 12 piercings on her ears, 6 on one side and 6 on the other, she always wears silver hoops in them. She has nothing else pierced but her ears. She wears old black faded skater shoes with the logo of DC coming off of them.She has dark hair, it's length is near her waist line, and usually braided back. Her eyes are a soft green.
_______
Codename: Sorrow
Affiliation: Xavier's Institute
Equipment: She sometimes carries either knives or daggers of various brands and sizes as a weapon of protection.
Strengths/Weaknesses: She's more of a hand to hand fighter, but if she ever needed to she would use a weapon if she had it had hand. She's seen so many street fights, she's picked up a few things here and there and learned many ways to fight. She can also handly just about any type of weapon she seen used on the streets. She's tested around a bit, and learned, by being self taught, different techniques and such to escape different situations.
Her weakness, is other's pain. Sometimes when she feel's other's pain, it is amplified and puts her to the point of crippling over. And sometimes she can ignore it if it is minor.
Powers:Her powers are odd, however, she can't really control them, nor knows what she has in store for the future of possible learning about them.
The ability to feel others pain. Just by looking at someone, or feeling the presence of someone who is hurt mentally or physically it would take a toll on her, forcing her to feel what they feel.
When she feels something bad enough, and she cries, where ever she walks, it will rain blood.
(Hopefully she'll soon discover her last one or two)
_______
History:After discovering her powers one day, at the age of 14, when her uncle was shot right before her eyes and could feel his pain. She started to feel others pain as well. But up until that single day, she lead a normal and healthy life.
After her parents were noticing she was no longer a high honors student, and was failing school as well as she was acting weird. being more snappy when her parents would fight, or get hurt. Or when she'd come home from school, she looked as if she was beaten down, and such but no markings were left, except the ones on her arms.
They sat her down to talk with her when she was 16. She told them what was going on, but of course they were in disbelief. She shook the thoughts away and thought to be herself. . . Crazy, but she didn't understand herself.
At the age of 17 she was submitted into a insane asylum, because she kept trying to get her parents to believe her about her powers, but they had enough of her babbling on, and submitted her in an asylum, where they keep her always heavily sedated, and on plently of drugs to keep herself from thinking about all these "crazy thoughts" and forcing herself to believe what she can and cannot do. They thought that she was creating false thoughts for attention.
After spending nearly two years in the asylum, the kept her off drugs for a while, and she seemed to have forgotten about other's and her past thoughts. On January 18, on her 19th birthday, they released her because she seemed as if she was acting normal. And she claimed she felt no such things from others, and seemed fine. She then moved back in with her parents.
After a few months of living with her parents, she then started to feel her powers coming back, but she never mentioned it. She kept it all to herself, and decided to move out away from everything and one. The thing that was keeping her powers from coming back, and locked them away, was the drugs she was on that kept her from feeling everything and as well as thinking.
When she moved out, she had no where to go, and decided to just wander around New York, looking for a place to stay. On the streets she picked up some information about other mutants who linger around, and as well as a place where she may be able to stay, Xavier's Institute for the gifted. A place where she dreamed of basically, and perhaps a place where they could teach her some things she missed out on while locked in some padded room, high off every drug there is about, to keep her from thinking. And probably learn about her powers as well.
Personality: She can have a nasty attitude sometimes, but she tries not to. Sometimes it may be just the pain she is feeling speakin, or sometimes she may come off rude. But when she isn't like that, she's usually nice trying to make some sort of friend to hang around with, but so far, it's been unsucessful so far. But mainly she is more into running from others out on the streets for the sake of her sanity. She's tired of feeling their pain, and hopes to soon find a way to block it out, or use it back against them for making her suffer all the time.
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RP Sample: (Normal Situation)
A demon, she was dubbed. A warrior of the devil, she was named. All who see her flee. She can read their pain, and once she feels it, and if it makes her cry, the streets would be stained of blood. The streets would be covered with a crimson film where ever she would walk. Many would fear her presence, and many still do. But all she wants is just someone to understand, she cannot control it. She cannot help what she can do.
She never wanted to feel others pain. Never again would she ever want to cut her sorrows away just for her own pleasure and create her own world called Forget-me not. Forever would she love to live a normal life among the humans. Walk and interact with them, without knowing what hurts them, without feeling what hurts them. She has yet to find a way to block out what these feelings, or turn it against them some how.
With no control over what she can do, or what happens to her. She is useless, and helpless. Always locking herself away in her mental realm, trying to shut reality out while hiding in the shadows in the abandoned parts of the city, where no one would dare linger, in fear for she may be there.
(Fighting)
She stormed from the café into the streets. Running through the streets toward the darkest part of the alley ways. Her head held in her hands, trying not to cry. Her head and body were in so much pain, enough pain to cripple one who wouldn’t be able to handle it. Being surrounded by so many people, their pain became overwhelming on her, forcing her to leave the café while having an interesting conversation with a handsome teenager around her age. So many people, too many people for her to handle their heart aches, and or other things that had happened to them that day.
She continued down the street toward the abandoned area of the city. Where she mainly lingered most of her time. As she gained closer, she slowed down, she was about far enough away to no longer feel the presence of others, but that didn’t mean the pain would go immediately away for her, it usually took a night or so to stop feeling all the pain.
Darting into the darkest corner she could find, she fell to the ground in so much agony. Reaching a hand into her pocket, she pulled out a bottle of pain killers, and swallowed a couple. Capping the bottle, she replaced it in her pocket, and then curled up in a ball on the ground; Holding back so many tears to keep the earth dry from the crimson rain that would fall to the surface.
After waiting for the painkillers to kick in, she sat up. Some of the pain has died down, but not enough to completely stop all together. She sighed, “Can’t they stop feeling pain, and causing it for one day?!” She balled up her fists and hit one of the walls next to her. The force that she it at, and the texture of the wall tore open her knuckles and made them bleed, gushing blood all down her hands. Pressing her head up against the wall, she slowly reached into her pocket, and pulled out a gauze wrap, and tightly wrapped up her hands to stop the bleeding.
Pushing up her sleeves to her hoodie, she unwrapped her arms and replaced the old wrappings with new ones guarding her fresher wounds among her arms from any infection and preventing them from tearing open. After all the bandage changing was done, she leaned up against the wall and slid down it turning her back against it and sitting up against the wall. She closed her eyes, remembering every shot and ounce of pain she had felt from the past up until now. It was horrific.
All I wish for is this to end. All of this pain to go away! And lead a normal life like I have before all of this!
She opened her eyes, and looked to the ground picking up a piece of a broken bottle, she pushed a sharp end of it into the palm of her hand, breaking the skin a little. Watching a single ounce of blood rise up, her eyes rose up from her palm, and then looked up to a man who seemed to be wandering around with someone else, he looked drunk, and his drunk buddy as well.
The two were so drunk, and they couldn’t even stand really. At one of their hands, they held a gun, they were standing there as if they were waiting for someone to ambush them. They were laughing hysterically, and couldn’t even barley hold themselves up. Staggering about, messing around with that gun, he held in his hand, passing it back and forth
She eyed them a moment, and then pushed herself away from them into the darker parts of the alley, just watching them. No one ever lingers here, but me . . . They must be really drunk She eyed them and made no sound.
One of the men looked over and spotted her moving away. He waved the gun around, and then started yelling,” Wha- are ya’ doin in my house?!” He was so drunk, but he couldn’t even speak right. He was slurring up and down the place. His buddy just walked over and mocked him, “Yeah what are you doin in his hou. . . . SA!” He leaned an arm up against the wall and started throwing up, but afterwards when he was done throwing up, he looked at her again, and started at it.” Get out, before . . . BEFORE WE SHOOT YA’” He grabbed the gun from his buddy, and waved it around like the other man did before.” We don’ need no trouble! Now. . SCRAM!” He almost fell over at his words, and all she did was stare at him.
Looking deeply at the two, she was hoping that they wouldn’t pull the trigger, she was in enough pain as it was, she didn’t need anymore. And nor did she want it, besides would you like to feel others’ pain, every day of your life, ever time you came into contact with others’ out there? She shrugged, and hopped the out come of this wasn’t going to end badly.
She rolled her eyes at them, and then sighed.”If anything SIRS you’re in MY alley way. No one ever comes around here, but me. Secondly, this isn’t your house, I have no idea who you are and you are outside. So let us put that gun away, and you two go on home, we don’t need any trouble, you are right.” She was hoping not to set them off and they would go crazy and actually shoot her. She didn’t need that at all, nor did they.
The men just looked at her,” Lady, look. Your ARRREEEEE-“ His words were deeply slurred, and every now and then he stopped to breathe because he held so many words for so long.” Look you’re in MY house woman, now get out!” The other man agreed with him, and waved the gun around again, luckily aiming in the air and pulling the trigger. When the shot let off, they both laughed and did it again, thinking it was quite hysterical for the time being.
As soon as the shots were let off, she jumped a little, and watched them with a strange awe Strange men . . . Why are they here . . . Clearly they are drunkards . . . She crossed her arms, and then stood up.” Stop shooting. We don’t need people coming here. And besides, YOU ARE OUTSIDE! This is not your home. I can positively tell you that one from the heart.” She watched them as they hand their fun shooting around and playing with the gun, she almost had the feeling to laugh, but held it back.
They looked at her and stopped laughing, “ NOW! There is no need to yell miss!” He shot a few more rounds into the skies.” We are in my area, my house, if you can’t accept that then . . . leave!” Taking a few steps toward her, he staggered around a bit. His buddy soon followed after, but then fell face first passing out from being so drunk. All he did was point and laugh as he fell over. He almost did so himself, but then his face when straight and he eyed the female.
Staggering closer to her, he placed a hand on her face, and then smiled.” Well now . . . Aren’t you a catch young lady . . . Wanna go to my room?” He raised his eye brows and rubbed his grubby, dirty fingers down her face. Smiling as he went on, then he tried to run his hand down his body, but something in his mind was telling him, NO YOU CAN’T DO THAT! At least some little thing in his mind was thinking clearly enough at the moment. He just continued to stare into her soft green eyes and smiling.
She pulled away, and was getting irritated,” YOU ARE NOT AT YOUR HOUSE, YOU STUPID DRUNKARD! YOU ARE OUTSIDE!! And I am not yours, and no I will not go with you to your “room” as you would say.” She rolled her eyes at him and pulled away.” Now leave before you cause trouble, and take your buddy down there . . . With you.” She pointed to his friend, and then turned away.
The man became angry, and aimed the gun unsteadily at her, “Oh come now, your coming with me whether you’d like to or not.” A large smile crept on his face, and he grabbed her by the arm. And then trying to force her to go with him. Seeing somewhat clearly that she did not, absolutely did not want to go with him, but he really didn’t care at the time.
Rolling her eyes, she mumbled to herself, “Just to think, I had a perfectly fine day besides all the pain from the café. And now he wants to ruin this for me?! OH NO HE ISN’T!” She turned around, and went to grab for the gun, as soon as she got a hand on it, he pulled away, and hit her. She looked at him and took his arm with the gun, and did a move making him release the gun. Twisting his arm arm up and around behind him, then kicking his legs out from under him, making him fall to the ground.
He was surprised at what she could do for a female. Standing up, he walked over and kicked his buddy awake, for someone to fight with.
Once his buddy was awake, he stood up and shook it all off. Looking to his friend, and then getting the idea. He staggered over and went to pick up the gun. But Samora was too quick for them. She stepped on his hand before he could grip it, and then kicked him in the face. He let go, and started crying on the ground about his face. Her head started to hurt after she did that to him, but she was dealing the best she could with it.
She picked up the gun and threw it down the alley way more so that they wouldn't go after it again.
The other man watched his buddy cry, and grew angry," HOW DARE YOU!" Charging at her, he pinned her to the ground, and started beating her. She reached a hand up to his face, and scratched at his eyes making him bleed, but the bad thing about that was, she felt it as well. Ignoring that the best she could, along with her head ache. Lifting up her hips, she threw him up while he was groveling about his eyes. She stood up and backed away,"I'm giving you the chance for you and your buddy to run, unless you wish to die. I'd leave if I were you."
The man who was going on about his face took the oppertunity and ran off.
The other stood up with his bloody eyes, and with all of his strength, he ran at her and threw a haymaker punch, catching her across the face, and then willowing in his so called "victory".
She grew entirely angry, almost knocked out, she pulled her now weakened and sore body up and went back at him as fast as she could, hitting him. . In the. . you know where, and then catching her knee into his face, knocking him out with a quick speed." I warned you."
She left the man laying there, and pulled her bottle of pain killers out. It had 3 left in it. Pouring them out of the bottle, she swallowed them all at one shot, and threw the bottle at him, and then started out of the alley way.
