amdreams
Black Market Witch
(Aw, poor Adrian. I don't even think he made a friend yet. Oh well. If Adrian does go psycho on us, I think Kat should be the one to kill him. It would give her a start for some change and if you wanted her to develop a power, that would be a good time for it to manifest itself. I do worry, though, if she'd be able to handle the fact that she killed her brother. Especially since he wasn't evil, like in Sheena's case with Evangeline.)
While waiting for Alex to surface, Mel had already begun drawing random swirls in the sand with a nearby stick. With his thrashings confirming that he didn't die, she was about ready to leave "Don't apologize so much. It makes you look like a wuss. Besides, if I were easily hurt by such words, I'd have killed myself long ago. I'm used to it now." She stopped her doodling when Alex mentioned Hardtime, trying to warn her about the man. "So . . . I'm supposed to look out for a LARPer*? Oh no, a costumed loser. What am I going to do?" Please. Mel had been through quite a bit in her life. She wouldn't be so easily broken by some World of Warcraft fanatic since she didn't have to imagine what true Hell meant.
Not really having much choice, she continued to listen to Alex, wondering if she could just go already. Then he said something that made her blood boil. The stick in her hand snapped in two and she threw the bit in her hand right at the blond's head. "So, you're just going to take the b*tch way out, Goldilocks?! Pathetic! The @#$% are you going on about? A dark and bad place? Either make peace with it or let it consume you? Oh come on. So you've got some issues right now. Who doesn't?! And why are you even confused about what to do? The answer is @#$%ing easy."
"You stand up like a man who doesn't have his balls in a jar in some pervert's trophy case. You do what you want. You fight. If something bothers you, then get rid of it. If you're too weak, then get stronger. If your fancy SHEILD training isn't helping then find something that will. Because it looks like you're just waiting for someone to swoop in and save you like a @#$%ing princess. No, wait, lower than that. Because I'm pretty sure Liza wouldn't act that way and I sure as Hell know I wouldn't."
Finally had it with him, Mel stood up and headed back to the castle. She didn't even want to look at that pathetic excuse of a "man" anymore, and with her back still toward him, yelled over her shoulder. "It's a good thing your girlfriend's okay with girls. Because she certainly didn't find herself a guy."
Her pace did not slow down, even after getting back in the castle. Heels clacking loudly against the floor, she hurried through hallways, not really caring where she went or who she bumped into, as long as they could distract her from the monstrosity she had just seen.
*live-action roleplayer
While waiting for Alex to surface, Mel had already begun drawing random swirls in the sand with a nearby stick. With his thrashings confirming that he didn't die, she was about ready to leave "Don't apologize so much. It makes you look like a wuss. Besides, if I were easily hurt by such words, I'd have killed myself long ago. I'm used to it now." She stopped her doodling when Alex mentioned Hardtime, trying to warn her about the man. "So . . . I'm supposed to look out for a LARPer*? Oh no, a costumed loser. What am I going to do?" Please. Mel had been through quite a bit in her life. She wouldn't be so easily broken by some World of Warcraft fanatic since she didn't have to imagine what true Hell meant.
Not really having much choice, she continued to listen to Alex, wondering if she could just go already. Then he said something that made her blood boil. The stick in her hand snapped in two and she threw the bit in her hand right at the blond's head. "So, you're just going to take the b*tch way out, Goldilocks?! Pathetic! The @#$% are you going on about? A dark and bad place? Either make peace with it or let it consume you? Oh come on. So you've got some issues right now. Who doesn't?! And why are you even confused about what to do? The answer is @#$%ing easy."
"You stand up like a man who doesn't have his balls in a jar in some pervert's trophy case. You do what you want. You fight. If something bothers you, then get rid of it. If you're too weak, then get stronger. If your fancy SHEILD training isn't helping then find something that will. Because it looks like you're just waiting for someone to swoop in and save you like a @#$%ing princess. No, wait, lower than that. Because I'm pretty sure Liza wouldn't act that way and I sure as Hell know I wouldn't."
Finally had it with him, Mel stood up and headed back to the castle. She didn't even want to look at that pathetic excuse of a "man" anymore, and with her back still toward him, yelled over her shoulder. "It's a good thing your girlfriend's okay with girls. Because she certainly didn't find herself a guy."
Her pace did not slow down, even after getting back in the castle. Heels clacking loudly against the floor, she hurried through hallways, not really caring where she went or who she bumped into, as long as they could distract her from the monstrosity she had just seen.
*live-action roleplayer