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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 20:59:39 GMT -7
Out of the dwindling few rainy days in Miami, that dad were not hurricanes, today had to be one of them. She was annoyed that the rain was warm, and the air was already wet enough because of the humidity. It was frustrating to try and breath the 'microwaved' air, and even more so to slip in the puddles left in potholes by the road. The potholes were another thing too. The warm water could 'at least' be a bit cooler than the air, and then she wouldn't be sweating as much as the rain was pouring, but of course it wouldn't work like that. Her frustration grew more as she walked along the empty street until she was about to give off steam. If anyone dared bother he she would lose whatever feeling of sanity she had and physically attack them... And socially, as well, but mostly it'd just be physical attack...
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Mischa Vahling
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"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet."
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:05:12 GMT -7
Mischa was strolling down the street, already drenched from the rain. His clothes stuck uncomfortably to his body from sweat and rain and yet his hair was still maintaining its shape, due to the amount of hairspray probably. His eyeliner was slightly smudged. He noticed Anya.
"ANYA! ANYA! HI BUDDY!!!" He yelled and ran across the street to meet her. He rested his arm on her shoulder, walking with her. "What's up?"
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:10:52 GMT -7
Her hopes of no other person was gone when Mischa appeared. "What the hell? Back the f**k off!" She shouted angrily, ramming her elbow hard into Mischa's chest. She spun around, trying to shake away his arm, her pale blue eyes gleaming with rage. Her adrenaline flared and she felt all fighting instinct rushing to her, tensing in her old fighting way as she had when she was younger. As usual she kept her injured arm farther from each than the rest of her. At that instant she was sure he was about to strike back...
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Mischa Vahling
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"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet."
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:14:20 GMT -7
Mischa smiled and opened his mouth about to comment her rude reply and instead gasped and doubled over in pain as an elbow slammed into his chest. "Ow..."Mischa groaned and gingerly placed a hand on his chest. He opened his mouth again to chew her out but he saw her wince like she thought he was going to hit her. Instantly his expression softened, but only a little. "I'm not going to hit you, Anya."He sounded a bit aggitated."But I might be forced to annoy you even more!" He grinned mischieviously.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:19:51 GMT -7
Anya glared at him, not going to let up. Now her body wanted a fight, and she was goin' to give it one. "Really? Well, I can't promise you the same!" She snapped back before literally lunging forward, ready to rip his head off if she got angry enough. At first she just aimed a punch for his head, although she couldn't put as much strength in the blow as she liked because it was her stupid messed up arm that couldn't do anything that she wanted it to...
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Mischa Vahling
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"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet."
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:24:17 GMT -7
Mischa eyes widened as she knocked him to the ground. He hit with a thud and pain radiated from his back and the back of his head slammed the concrete painfully. Yet he was determined not to fight back, even when her fist connected with his jaw resulting in an excruciating crack. He bit back the urge to scream and instead smirked at her. "Sorry. I don't hit girls."
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:28:36 GMT -7
Very frustrated she aimed a kick at him, with very force because her feet slid in the mud when she tried to kick him hard. Still, it was probably enough to infuriate him. "Oh really?" There was a coldness to her voice that would startle many people. "Too afraid of what they'll do to you or you just not strong enough to be able to fight them?" There was an amused glow to her eyes now.... Taunting him was fun too...
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Mischa Vahling
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"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet."
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:31:37 GMT -7
Mischa barely even winced at the blow even though it hurt more than he let on. Her words cut life a knife. His brown eye narrowed and his jaw clenched. "Neither actually. Beat me senseless if you want. I'm not scared of you like other people seem to be! But I will NOT hit you! I'm a person who can get his point across without hitting a woman in the process."He shot back at her vehemently.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:36:16 GMT -7
"So you think because we're females we can't take as much as you do?" She stiffened with rage even more, and something feral went off inside her. "Just because we aren't build to be as muscular and big as men doesn't mean we can't handle something! You think we're weak and it's stupid to do the same to us as what we do to you! That's even stupider!" She especially hated being classified as weak because she was not a male. Totally POed she kicked but did not really aim, hard...
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Mischa Vahling
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:40:21 GMT -7
Mischa just laughed at her anger. It was pretty amusing how a few words got her so riled up. "Not at all. Quite the opposite actually. You're a better fighter than most guys I've met. That doesn't mean I'm going to hit you. That's not how I am." Instincts took over as her foot flew towards him for another blow. His hand shot out and grabbed her ankle to stop her.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:45:46 GMT -7
The sudden grab to her ankle nearly unbalanced her, well, did actually, as she slipped again on the mud and fell to the watery ground. The breath was knocked out of her but she kicked at him with her other foot, twisting her ankle around trying to free it. "Then you can't fight at all, if that's how you are!" She panted.
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Mischa Vahling
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 21:49:26 GMT -7
Mischa quickly released his grip on her ankle before it broke. He sat up and glared at her. She didn't do it intentionally but she had struck a nerve. He found himself biting back tears, which was something that never happened with Mischa Vahling. "You're right Anya! I AM that way! That's the result of watching your best friend beaten to death in front of you. It tends to take the violence out of someone." He struggled to keep his choppy breathing even as he stared at her coldly.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 21:54:49 GMT -7
She glared back, still panting, her mind a whirl or rage and stubbornness to give into normal human emotions. "If I were you I'd be pissed, seeing as someone killed a friend! But obviously you don't seem to understand what real 'anger' is as you can't even defend yourself!" She snapped back. She saw her 6 month old sister technically... Die right in front of her. But it was her fault.. She should have held on harder. She couldn't even save her sister's life and all she was left with was a crippled arm that was useless. Her anger built up in the mind venting...
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 22:00:08 GMT -7
Mischa laughed but with out humor. It was more out of disbelief. "Are you KIDDING me? Of COURSE I'm pissed, Anya! But I am not going to hurt you! I'm not! I can't do that to myself. My f***ing sanity can't take it!" His brown eyes locked her pale blue ones, trying to hid the sorrow and self-hatred in them and instead stay as emotionless as possible.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 22:05:42 GMT -7
She glared still, fighting back the urge to scream the truth out as it bit at her throat, and she just forced it back. No one would ever understand. Her eyes gleamed with not only rage, but defiance, for both him and herself. "So you're just going to sit there talking while someone beat's YOU half to death?" She sounded more frustrated than appalled, and the anger was still obvious.
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 22:11:10 GMT -7
Mischa kept his eyes locked on her, mirroring her own defiance. He crossed his muscular, tattooed arms across his chest. A smirk made its way across his lips. He wasn't going to back down on this. He wasn't going to resort to violence. He could sense she knew exactly what he was going through. That she was just as guarded as he was and just as stubborn. Never had he thought he would meet his match in temper or stubborness but it looked like he had.
"Yes I am Anya. You know why? Because I know you'll only beat me HALF to death. You won't kill me. And if that's what it takes, then go ahead! Go on and kill me!" He shouted the last sentence in frustration, encouraging her on. But he knew she wouldn't do it.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 22:15:43 GMT -7
Anya glared back, knowing that that was one thing she couldn't agree on. "I'm not a killer! I'm just POed at you!" She snapped in reply, this time adding a forceful kick to her words before trying to get to her feet. She wouldn't go for well.. REally beating him half to death... She would just kick him around a bit until he did something other than talk or go and jump off a cliff herself. Anything that could be a better distraction from the emotions of grief..
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 22:20:09 GMT -7
Mischa smiled but it wasn't a cheerful smile. More like a grimace. "I know you're not." He winced again as her foot connected with his ribcage. He got to his feet. He sighed wearily."You can wait for me to fight back, but then you'd be waiting forever." He balanced himself precariously and stared at her again for a minute."I have nothing further to say to you. I'm honestly sorry I bothered you." He said softly and turned on his heel, heading to the nearest bar. He needed a drink. Bad.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 21, 2008 22:24:03 GMT -7
She glowered at him, angrily as he walked away. "Ok. Go. See if I care. Maybe I should just go fall off of the biggest tree I can find... It's be easier than getting into a fight with a sally who's too afraid to throw his own punches," she muttered, purposely speaking loud enough for him to hear her clearly. She turned and ignored him, then rolled her ankle around a bit as it throbbed when she stood...
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Post by Mischa Vahling on Nov 21, 2008 22:30:29 GMT -7
Mischa heard her and it took all he had not to start shaking with rage. He spun around on his heel and stormed back over to her. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him. His tone was low and deadly. "Threaten to kill yourself all you want. I won't let you. You're right though. It would be easier than fighting with me. And fighting is probably easier than dealing with whatever you're going through. Why do you think I drink?" He took a breath. "You don't intimidate me. That's why I don't feel the need to fight you."
He dropped her wrist, his thoughts were reeling.
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Post by Anya Veralusina on Nov 22, 2008 7:34:16 GMT -7
That must have struck a nerve in him, seeing his reaction. He was obviously furious, because his grip on her wrist was really, well... Tight. She glared into his eyes as he spoke, not bothering to try and wrench her wrist free at the moment because the wrist belonged to her bad arm, although no one except her knew the story about that. "Then you're going to have to try and stop me," she replied, her voice low. She held her wrest back, feeling the blood start to circulate again...
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