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Date Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2005, 5:57am PDT
Author: Selena
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Tolerance and understanding wasn't her forte, to say the least. She was highly strung and stubborn, and a little too mouthy at times. While she rarely started fights for the hell of it- she didn;t stand back and let anyone take her for a ride. It was something along those lines which found her in her current situation, lip bleeding and blonde hair messed up, landing a clenshed fist to another girls cheek and clutching at her hair. She was all fire and attitude this one, hard as nails as far as everyone could see- and noone ever saw anything else.

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(NT) -- -, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 10:15am PDT
  • He glanced over his shoulder at the departing entourage and then looked back at her, teeth idly chewing his lower lip for a second - he wasn't sure what to do here. He would probably be best off to just walk away and leave her on her own, but she had spirit and fire that he recognized in himself and he was drawn to that. Being a complete social pariah didn't help things, since he had absolutely no real communication skills when it came down to it. He wasn't "smooth" or "charming" or anything like that, he was just Mikhail, that's it. "You took a good chunk outta her." (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 6:24am PDT
  • She shrugged her slender shoulders and stretched out her fingers, her knuckles a little bruised and sore "She deserved it... she's been asking for it for weeks." She glanced back up to him, taking him in quietly a moment before glancing away, checking the girl was long gone and not about to come running back for more- though she doubted she would. (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 6:33am PDT
  • "Well you lay a good punch." All he knew how to talk about was fighting.. He didn't have much else to relate to anyone about - he was starting to come out of his shell thanks to Astrid but he still was just a hurt little boy who lashed out before he could be hurt by someone. "I'm Mickey." He stuck out his hand awkwardly, a makeshift introduction. He nodded to her cheek. "Got a little there.." (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 7:17am PDT
  • She glanced at his hand before reaching her own hand out to shake his , whiping at her cheek with her other hand at his prompt "Selena... " She didn;t trust him at all... she didn't trust anyone really... far from being drug up on the streets she was the daughter of a inhertently rich buisiness man who was never around. (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 7:55am PDT
  • He raised a brow, uncertain where smalltalk was supposed to go from there. She looked like an animal that had been abused - she was wary of even his hand to be shaken. Mentally shaking his head, struggling with this entire situation, he pursed his lips a moment, eyes focused on the spot of blood she'd still missed. Tugging his sleeve down over his fingers, he moved forward and wiped it away gently, and was standing back where he'd been before she could make much of a move - his trainer liked that - he was agile, and graceful, and quick with his movements. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" His trainer would love to get his hands on her - she had fury, and that was good. (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 8:03am PDT
  • She drew her head back a touch only after he'd wiped the blood away, still watching him warily. "I didn;t learn... I just fight like that... didn;t realise there was another way" She was snippy and bad tempered, but considering she'd just been set upon by a group of vengeful girls it wasn;t suprising she wasn;t sunshine and light "What do you care?" (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 9:02am PDT
  • He was a little disheartened that his meager attempts at being social were being so trampeled beneath this blonde's feet. He was almost on the verge of a good sulk - this was exactly why he didn't go out of his way to make friends. "I don't, actually." But he did - she was interesting, but he was desperately incompetent. (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 9:07am PDT
  • It wasn;t so much he was incompetant than she was just stubborn, she always had been- stubborn and hot tempered. Her only fault was that she couldnt keep her head about her. She stood up and glanced him over for the first time, letting her lips settle in there slight, natural pout. He had good strong arms on him, huge fists. She could only imagine how one of those would hurt as it connected with your cheek. "You never seen a fight before?" She didn;t know why he was taking so much interest. (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 9:14am PDT
  • He couldn't help but laugh a little at her comment - more than anything, he wanted to stop being humiliated and getting angry about this situation and walk away but he found himself completely unable to. "Yeah.. actually.." Shifting a little bit, he shook his head. "I've never seen a girl fight like that before, is all. My trainer would love you." No, not even with the girls sparring down at the gym, though they were few and far between, had he seen something like that. Of course street fighting was different. (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 9:26am PDT
  • She folded her arms at that, setting her jaw a moment and tipping her head "You're trainer?" Now it was her who was interested "Trainer for what?" (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 10:02am PDT
  • It was when boxing was part of conversation that he started to brighten up a little, and not flounder quite so badly. He perked up, even, it seemed, doing a bit of footwork and throwing a couple of punches into the air playfully. "Boxing of course, what else?" An impish, boyish smile crossed his latino features, completely coming out of the shy, submissive little boy shell that he'd been enclosed in. (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 10:08am PDT
  • She almost smirked a little, stepping back from him as he thre playful punches, eyeing him disparagingly, though only half serious. "You think he;d be interested in me?" She'd never considered it before... she didn;t go out with intention to fight...its just the way things seemed to fall. (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 10:20am PDT
  • "Sure.. you can knock someone over, right? You just need to be a little more refined, that's all." Don could more than likely fix her up, set her up to be something great - he'd taken a good for nothing kid like himself, and he was actually winning some money now - he had the notion to find a place of his own and bring Astrid along, to repay her for what she'd given to him in the form of friendship and support. (NT) -- Mickey, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 10:26am PDT
  • She smirks a touch and folds her arms under her chest a little cockily. Sometime she felt like she could kill someone, not just knock them to the floor. But being a little more refined? She wasn;t sure about that... she didn;t want people changing her and giving her orders, she was fine just as she was. "Well you can tell him tough luck" (NT) -- Selena, Tue, Jun 14 2005, 2:50pm PDT
  • He shrugged a little bit. "Your loss, I guess." Truth was, Don had been a great trainer in his heyday, but he'd lacked a little yet - he often praised Mikhail as his "greatest new prospect" but the boy knew he'd never be anything but a lower level fighter, never a heavyweight prize fighter - it didn't bother him, at least he was staying out of trouble, and that was what was important, right? "So besides fighting, what else do you do with yourself?" (NT) -- Mickey, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 7:09am PDT
  • She sighed and all but rolled her eyes at him, heading off down the board walk and expecting him to tag along "Not much. " She wasn;t the most social of creatures either. "Are you from around here?" (NT) -- Sela, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 7:26am PDT
  • He did tag along, unfortunately, he was intrigued and not quite ready to end contact with this girl - finally, someone who could understand the need to lash out, maybe could understand the reasoning behind his own actions. "I just moved in, I was in DH for a while though." He could say that, he decided - he could tell people that he had been discharged because they'd found a foster home, or on account of good behaviour, or because his folks had straightened up - it could be explained away a million times. (NT) -- Mickey, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 7:28am PDT
  • But she didn;t ask, nor did she inquire why he was in there- it wasn;t her business. She imagined she'd go crazy if she was locked up... she wondered what her father would do... he'd probably tell them to throw away the key. "Live with your rents still?" (NT) -- Sel, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 7:44am PDT
  • "Yeah, for the time being. I'll be eighteen in four months though, and then I'm outta there." She would never see him again after this conversation, he was sure, so it was alright to tell a lie - she would never know anything different - and besides, he didn't know what else he should say. "You?" He couldn't even get a grip on how old she might be or what sort of a situation she was in - she was difficult to read. (NT) -- Mickey, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 8:02am PDT
  • "In a fashion... i live with my dad...but he lives in thailand. Go figure." She shrugged and shoved her hands in her back pockets, stealing a glance at him now and again "Do you compete?" (NT) -- Sel, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 8:27am PDT
  • He nodded a little bit. "Yeah, once or twice a month usually. Spar three times a week and jog everyday." He was proud of himself for his newfound devotion to his physical fitness since he'd gotten out, but it had a lot more to do with wanting to get out of the House of Torture he was living in than wanting to stay in shape - at least he had an excuse to be out of the house. "Thailand.. that's pretty far." (NT) -- Mickey, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 9:05am PDT
  • She shrugs once more, glancing to him a moment before letting her gaze wander around absently "Not far enough" She wasn't sure wheer they were going, but they were heading out of the busier part of the strip. "Where we going?" (NT) -- Sel, Wed, Jun 15 2005, 12:07pm PDT
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