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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 19, 2018 5:40:42 GMT -5
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but twice as pretty
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Usually, at this point, most people gave up or backed down. But, much to Vivian's delight, it seemed this one still had more to say. There was a brief bit of visible disgust on the brunette's face at the 'kiss' they shared - it took everything in her not to throw up in her mouth - but it fell slightly into the form of a scowl as the other girl began to speak - something Vivian was realizing she didn't like. The situation she once had sheer and utter control of was quickly slipping from her fingers, and that was a big 'no no'. Slowly, she could feel her temper started to give way at the smirking female's reply, one of her eyes twitching and her fist clenching slightly.
'Don't let her win. Don't let her piss you off.' She tried to reason with herself - it didn't help that the damned dinosaur food boy had to interject with his two cents. Her scathing, fiery gaze, enough to put a macargo to shame, briefly rested on him with nothing but sheer venom. It clearly said one thing - 'shut up'. Well, there was probably a whole bunch more curse words and other soul tainting stuff in there - but, it was otherwise clear that, no. Vivian was not happy. And yes, she was losing this little 'battle of wits'.
Unfortunately for everyone else, Vivian wasn't exactly a...ahm, 'good loser'.
Her partner pokemon, Astaroth, knew this, and otherwise bounced. Playing with that electrike again suddenly seemed a lot more fun than watching his trainer blow her top.
With a shaking grin and gritted teeth, she took an almost threatening step forward, partially shoving her face in front of the girls. "Don't place your insecurities on me sweeite. I don't need to throw myself around to convince myself I have a likable personality and play it off as your shitty version of 'love'." She scoffed slightly, sneering now.
"Not to mention, dino boy over here's got standards as low as hell itself to find a personality like yours likable. Sure, I might not have a 'good' personality, but, honestly, you aren't nothing special either."
'Fucking fight me,' the words screamed in her mind. This reminded her of home, and damn was she homesick.
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 20, 2018 17:20:42 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES SORRY FOR THE LAME INTRO | At that point it was clear to see that her opponent was losing her grip, growing more and more upset with Chelsea. Even her twitches, which started off almost unnoticeable, became increasingly visible to her. Yet, despite all of that, she wasn't satisfied. She need juuuust a lil more. Glancing back at her boyfriend, the blonde gave him a look that screamed 'Say something already'. While his help wasn't require, it was abundantly clear that his painfully lame jabs were enough to provoke a reaction from her. Now, imagine what would happen if he actually said something clever? Total mayhem would occur. All he has to do is actually use his mouth for once. Maybe even add a sly smirk to the equation. It wasn't like she was asking for much - just a little more effort.
A bubble of fear followed the girl's threatening step forward, jostling Chelsea's insides just a bit. If she were to be honest, everything she had been saying had no effect on her confidence. The only thought that truly terrified her was an actual fight breaking loose. As much as she loves rustling with her twin brother, the idea of being pounded by some random trainer didn't sound so nice. It certainly wouldn't feel so nice as well. Still, the fear this idea brought her wasn't enough to combat against her desire to provoke the girl further, bringing her to the point of explosion. "My insecurities? I don't know if you've noticed, but you're the only one getting all defensive about this. Why don't you try and calm down for a bit, hmm?" She suggested, acting as condescending as possible. Pushing back a strain of hair that had weaseled out of her right pigtail, the blonde continued to speak, her words oozing with sarcasm, "Ah, I finally get it! You're just jealous, right? No wonder you're so angry - it must be so hard to see us together like this, when all you have are your pokemon."
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 21, 2018 9:06:44 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] Oof, someone's angry.Kyle had a lot of fears such as imminent death and stuff like that, though angry violent girls were definitely not one of them. He already had enough experience in that department that he wasn't going to think twice about protecting himself from them should the need to arises. On that note, he also knew that it wouldn't be too smart to excite them until they reach their usually limited patience. At least he wasn't the one provoking her this time.
"I don't really deny having low standards, sorry."Oblivious to what Georgia implied with that stare, Kyle had instead opted to keep making comments off of their spat. It wasn't like it'll get the spotlight anyways, with all the intensity their exchange brought. Aside from intensity though, he felt as if prolonged any longer and they'll start getting physical if left unattended for a while. Kyle wasn't too much of a violent person, though he did like conflict as long as he remains as the third party. He could still drag this for another round of exchange before he has to intervene, he hoped. "Pokemon are nice companions anyways. I'm sure you'll be happy with them."For once, the tone he used was uncontaminated with sarcasm and seemed genuine. It implied a patronizing fact though, as if shutting down any chance that she'd enter a relationship. He had been too absorbed in watching the two go at it on their own that he had not been filtering what comes out of his mouth. It wasn't like his comments would go noticed with how they were going at each other's throats. They most likely would still focus on rebutting the other's statement, probably. He still held on to his Rhyhorn's Pokeball should he need to break up a fight immediately. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 22, 2018 5:39:25 GMT -5
clever as the devil
but twice as pretty
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As hypocritical as it was, Vivian did not like being talked down to. She was the stronger trainer, and person, here - who the hell did this girl think she was talking to? The condescending tone definitely didn't go unmissed - in fact, there was a definite twitch of anger, as she struggled to maintain her cocky smirk. "Jealous? The hell?" She echoed, furrowing a brow. Why the fuck would she be jealous? Imaging these two dolts eating each others face off in a kiss made her sick to her stomach - no thanks.
Still, the idea that someone thought she of all people would be jealous? It pissed her off, honestly. Well - more than all the other nonsense the other girl was spouting. And though she was still raring to go in this little spat, honestly, the brunette was over it. She was tired of seeing whose tongue had the most fire - and her temper was definitely up there at this point.
The annoying inferences that she'd have trouble finding her 'significant other' was irritating - she was pretty damn good looking and her personality was a fucking killer - the hell were they talking about? Did they really think she was going to wind up being ne of those stupid ladies who hoarded meowths? Her? The future champion?
Bitch, please.
She opened her mouth to argue back, faltering when the peanut gallery {aka, the other trainer} decided he wanted to throw in his own shots. Yep, she was over this.
"Mmh...Yeah, fuck it." She soon said with a slight sigh, rolling her shoulder once, then twice. At first, it seemed like maybe, just maybe she had given in, as she had taken a step back from the blonde from where she previously had been in her face. But, when was she ever the person to just back down? Oh no, it was time to take this to the next level."You sure got quite a lot to say, don't you, girly?"
"Well then, you should put your money where your mouth is then, bitch," she wickedly sneered, the foul words leaving her mouth in a violent, threatening manner. And as though it was her second nature, she clenched a fist, pulling a hand back, and went to try and punch the girl - mostly aiming at her throat. Or chin. Either would do, really.
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 24, 2018 21:44:04 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES SORRY FOR THE LAME INTRO | Was he serious? Here she was, trying her damn best to defend the poor boy from this vicious girl, and he sides with her? Maybe she was expecting too much from the guy. The brunette was quite frightening, with her ill temper and empty threats, and it must've been hard to talk back to her when he's already worrying about his missing balls. I wonder how he lost them, she mused herself, nearly forgetting about her surroundings. This brief moment of ignorance was quickly shattered by the girl's laughable attempt of remaining claim. The eye twitch and faltering smirk nearly evoked a chuckle from Chelsea, reminding her of the childish scuffles she would have with Cyrus. Back then, before his shy nature settled in, he would endeavor to keep his footing in their endless debates, always hiding his anger behind a wavering smirk. "Gosh, do I have to explain jealousy to you too? What do you know?" She leaned back slightly, snuggling closer to the wimp beside her, completely ignoring the steam that was trickling out of the girl's ears.
That is when she struck, slamming her fist directly at Chelsea's neck. The sudden impact sent the blonde paralyze with fear, allowing the blow to achieve everything the brunette was hoping for - it brought her intense pain. "Shit," She gasped, bringing her hands to her neck, desperately trying to breath. It took a few seconds til her breathing returned to normal, and even then the pain remained, simmering beneath her skin. "I knew you were mad, but I didn't think you were this much of a psycho." Chelsea, in spite of her dire situation, attempted to retain her composure, refusing to let the chick win. She locked eyes with the bitch for another second, then stood back up, not wanting to receive another gut punch. "You know, you can really tell that someone's insecure about something when they resort to violence. Try using your words next time." She took a step back, keeping her eyes locked onto her, hiding her pain with a tight smile, "Oh, and maybe you should fix that twitch. It won't help the whole boyfriend situation."
It was abundantly clear that this chick was beyond crazy, and wasn't above throwing a punch to get her way. So, in case of another mishap, Chelsea kept one of her hands in her bag, tracing Humps' Pokeball lightly, ready to release him if needed.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 26, 2018 12:54:05 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] "Oi, oi!" He finally raised his voice, trying to get the attention of both girls. While he was normally quick to respond to stimulus, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Kyle froze in place when he saw Highlights clock Georgia with her fists. He could've released his Rhyhorn there and then, but what use could the Rock-type be if even Kyle did not expect Highlights to suddenly throw a punch instead of another insult like he expected. Nothing he could do about it, he supposed. "If you guys ain't playing nice, maybe we should just all go home."He heaved a sigh as he stepped in between the two as he attempted to distance the two away from each other, holding Chelsea by her shoulders and delicately moving her opposite Vivian with him in the middle. He didn't expect to be a person who'd break up a fight, although he supposed that it was inevitable and, on hind sight, was expected. His Rhyhorn's Pokeball went back to where he took it from as he started to scratch the back of his head. Tension was already high that the most he'd expect was a slap. A punch though, albeit hilarious on theory, didn't sit well enough with him in reality. "You got a punch in now. That enough to calm you down a bit?" He turned to Georgia, a name that he suddenly realized was too bad to be using, afterwards and asked. "I don't have something to fix that," he told, pertaining to the punch she received. "I'll get you to a clinic or something if you need that."Things felt so awkward to say. He felt as if he needed to force the words out of his mouth and try to diffuse the situation as much as he can, given that things might end up worse if he wouldn't stand up for it. Just being a spectator to any form of violence made him feel guilty for failing to take action against it, although he knew he technically wasn't at fault at all. He'd groan at the situation he found himself at, but he felt that it'd break the image he'd like to portray at this point. MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Vivian Valestein on May 29, 2018 7:11:55 GMT -5
clever as the devil
but twice as pretty
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Alright. Now, maybe, just maybe, she should've controlled her temper a bit better. It wasn't as though what the other trainer was saying was hurting her feelings. Pft - far from it, actually. She was just so damned annoying that punching her seemed like a really good idea. Maybe she should've went for the nose. Maybe the eye. She really needed to stop going for the throat, didn't she? Or, at least, that's how Vivian felt at first. Her triumphant, amused smile at the obvious pain the other girl was in fell when she started talking. Again.
Geez, she just didn't learn, now did she?
"Psycho? What, I'm waiting for you to punch me back. Not my fault you didn't." Vivian shrugged, a smirk coming to her lips - but, it quickly fell when the other kept on talking. Her amusement was gone, and the desire to just...beat the other up was strong as this point. She hated people who couldn't back up their words with some actual strength. And at this point, Vivian was beyond just throwing petty words. No, she wanted punches to follow them. And so, after cracking her knuckles once, then twice, she sneered once more. "You know what they say sweetheart, actions speak louder than words - so-" Before she could possibly finish a sentence and aim another punch, the useless guy stepped between them both, blocking the brunette from her target.
"Oi - fucking move," she complained, glowering at him. But, from the look in his eye, it was futile. He wasn't gonna budge. That meant the fight was over before it started. Boring. Blood still boiling a bit, she only let out a 'tch', gritting her teeth in annoyance, looking at the male for a moment, as though considering just punching him instead. But, eventually, Vivian just shrugged, as though she'd suddenly lost interest. These two really wren't worth getting worked up over. They were both - especially that one girl - weak.
And so, she almost abruptly turned away, as though she were about to walk off, pausing only to look over her shoulder at the two...or, more specifically, the girl. "When you get stronger and can actually talk shit and do something to back it up, come find me. There's no point in trying to prove something to people like you." She gave a sneer.
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