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Post by ANASTASIA VOLKOV on Aug 14, 2015 1:41:26 GMT
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A full night's sleep is enough to bring her out of her foul mood. Several encounters from the day prior have left a bitter taste in her mouth and, while the mental strain had eased, her face was no better than the day before. The swelling from ANASTASIA SILPH's smacks and beats had gone down, but the bruises remained. Anastasia Volkov was indeed a fragile girl, having never been a fighter growing up. Porcelain skin was easily torn in the real world, and she had to become accustomed to it, or suffer the consequences. The only thing she has going for her at this point is a touch mentality, much like that of her ever-abused pokemon.
Luckily for Alexander, her annoyance had turned into affection for the newest, cherished member of the team. The spinarak had quickly woven its way to Anastasia's heart, without any of the resentment. Despite its weak level, it was at least somewhat useful.
She sets out early, ready to get her hands dirty with the new sunrise.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 14, 2015 2:38:56 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The city wasn't far. After breaking off from her newly acquired pet the blue haired vixen had set off alone towards the beaten path. The grinding the grains of dirt beneath her heel could be heard as the woman approached down the path near the other girl that had been on the same path. Fortunately the woman had no interest in other people. Those worthless trainers that she passed by. No, her mind was set forward to her goals. Her expression save for her scowl was darkened with the shadow of the bill of her cap. Determined to pass by without being stopped she brushed past without a word though in the corner of her eye caught the sight of something.
Those were bruises on that girl's face. A person like Victoria could tell from miles away even if make up was used to cover them. Despite herself the brisk steps she took were suddenly halted. Her icy eyes darted back to the one she passed on the road as her hand extended upwards to reach for her chin. It didn't matter if the girl backed away from the foreign hand for Victoria brought herself forward to examine the injuries with her prying eyes without the consent of the other individual her expression would begin to show. Not of concern but of intrigue. "Hm," the was a short breath of thought amidst. Self proclaimed master of torture could tell these wounds were healing from a recent attack yet there was a hint of a disapproving sigh. "Amateur's work. Nothing to write home about. Shame."
Thoughts are brought to a sudden interruption by the touch of icy fingers on her face. "What-" Anastasia jumps, free hand rising to battle arm away, eyes meeting the glare of the older woman's. The shock has made her drop her most reliable weapon, the feebas Alexander. Her lips curl into what could be taken as a snarl as she pulls away, but it seems as if this maniac has already had her fill. Anastasia does nothing more then huff and adjust her wrist cuffs as her evaluation is given. "Amateur or not, I wasn't asking for it," she grunts, reaching for the feebas's tail. "You should see her face."
Not that the Silph looks much different, but this woman wouldn't know that. Shock calms, Anastasia feels small next to the sharp-looking character. She can't help but take a step back, as defensive her stance and pointed her expression is. "You make a habit of touching teenage girls?" Alexander back in her grip, her shoulders stiffen, ready to swing at the first sign of danger. This woman was intimidating enough, and on a very lonely route 102, Anastasia is practically in a corner. "'Cos I can make a habit of pummeling predators." Her threat stands, but her voice quivers- she's obviously not very used to things not going her way. Yet, here she stands, fist balled, chin up.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 14, 2015 4:18:48 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Her arm was swatted away, not because of the force being used but because Victoria allowed it. She reclined backwards, placing all her weight on her left leg as she bent that same arm to rest her hand on her hip. "Oh I would hope not. That makes it less interesting or fun," she replied as casually as if this was a normal thing for anyone to say. Her tone didn't show any signs of joking around as her form while relax had a strong and imposing posture about it. Part of her wanted to continue what that anonymous person started. Deform that cute little face into something that was more... fitting for the way that was spoken. Yet that would be doing someone else's work for them and she had no interest in claiming someone else's trash.
The girl added something about seeing the other person's face which made her amusement vanish. So it was not what she assumed. Merely some petty girl-cat fight most likely. Disgusting. Her lips contorted to a sneer as the girl took her stance. It was the same stance that her mutt took when they first met. Why did people honestly think that would help them? "I don't think a child like you has a right to act like they know anything." Twisting her head to her shoulder so that a muffled cracking noise could be heard, Victoria took a step forward to show her lack of fear in that statement. "I'll touch or beat whoever I want." She took another step almost daring the girl to try to strike at her. "Because its in my right. There's nothing stopping me." She didn't really have time to be teaching manners to a plebeian girl however she would be so happy to oblige in another beating as if that ranger didn't prove enough to sate her craving.
It becomes obvious very quickly that this encounter is going to be extremely unpleasant. Anastasia has nothing reliable- she doubts she can outrun the woman, let alone get away. Her cheeks flush, her body posture seems to draw in on itself. She's humbled quickly, going quiet rather than becoming something fiery. The woman's responses only lead her to a deeper level of distaste, the situation is extremely uncomfortable. Some kind of sadist? Those actually existed? Her stomach twists- where was a rape whistle when she needed it?
Disgust directed toward her only puts more pressure on her shoulders. Petty lies and bulking won't help her here. Anastasia should know better than to string her lies around- with her size, it's incredibly easy to be taken advantage of. It doesn't help that this stranger's height towers above her. "I'm not a child," she mutters, a lackluster way to defend herself. She doubts it'll mean much, but it's better than staying quiet and just taking it. "That's a bit militant of you.." it's under her breath, opening her mouth only seems to put her deeper in her pit. "Nothing so far. Not.. to say that I could. I mean, yeah, you're probably the strongest right now." an error is hard to quick fix, god forbid she get herself into more trouble. Anastasia is whittled down to an insignificant rat, squeaking for cheese. Her thumbs find themselves interlocked, twiddling. The woman's progression only makes her take another step back, jumping at the sudden movement. Her eyes dart behind her shoulder- only dense forest behind her. She'd get caught up in the shrubs before ever getting more than a few feet away. "But, if you think about it, have you just been going against the weak?"
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 14, 2015 5:40:55 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Nothing came. It was like watching a baby chihuahua trying to face a vulture, all talk with no bite while the predator enjoys picking apart the prize of its prey. The blood rushing to her face and the sudden meekness showed everything. All of the cards were in front of her and Victoria couldn't help but smirk. All in all this person selected the correct option of backing off. Recognizing who was stronger, superior, and dominant between them was a good thing. Yet the back talk? Not so much. "Is that right?" she muttered mockingly to the statement of not being a child. Whether it be because of the significant height difference or the reaction she recieved, no matter what was said or done, Victoria could only see a little girl in her eyes.
Yet that didn't stop her. No. The woman without hesitation or flinching for even a moment delivered a straight punch directly towards the girl's gut as if no longer abated by the concept of hurting her, not that she ever hesitant in the first place. The aim was to get her to double over in pain and grovel at her feet, the proper place what she perceived as trash belonged. Her lips parted to reply after this, her tone oozing in conceited superiority. "All are weak under my boot. That is what gives me the right to do as I please," she stated smoothly. As a trainer that might have been called into question but when it came to physical confrontation? Mental confrontation? Victoria couldn't find many that could satisfy her in terms of combat.
With that in mind she had no qualms of hurting others, women and children were as safe as grown men. If they didn't bow down and learn their manners quickly the woman didn't mind continuing where she left off. "Learn your place or do I have to tell you your place?" The right heel of her boot grinded into the dirt as if holding back or preparing to kick something.
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"Yes-" any sentence that had a chance at forming is knocked out of her, just as the wind in her lungs. Pain bleeds through her torso. Anastasia feels her heart race, adrenaline takes the stage. Wasted, in this case. She's forcefully knocked back, only to crumple over as the feeling of Victoria's fist still embeds itself in her rib cage. Her body tremors- she recalls her feebas to her pokeball. Not even he deserves something like that. Deep, painful coughs show that her body is still registering the shock. When she does finally bring herself to look up at the woman, only to be spoken to like trash. Anastasia, with a name so high on the food chain, brought down by some peasant woman.
She can only thank her stars that the Silph isn't here. She doesn't need anyone to witness this humiliation. She'll only speak to save herself-- Anastasia will never truly bow, but she doesn't plan to die here, either. "I understand." she speaks weakly, her voice a rasp. Her eyes dart to the menacing heel, she seems to curl up just a bit tighter. "My place is insignificant." she whimpers, eyes set on the ground in front of her. All she can hope is that this sadist is satisfied with her work and makes on her way.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 14, 2015 19:53:18 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
That was easy. A tad too easy however there was not much defiance in this one. Crumpling to the ground at her feet made the woman smirk as gazed to the fallen girl. "Good." Almost as if mockingly the woman relinquished herself to bend a knee to get down slightly. Her hand extended forward to grasp at the long locks of white hair as they fell between her fingertips. Such a waste it was. "It's a shame that someone already got to you first or I might have claimed you," her voice had a cunning edge that might have been interpreted as seductive if one didn't look at the context of its use. Regardless right after the woman clenched her hand around a fistful of that same white hair to yank it upwards to force the girl not to look at the ground but straight into her eyes. At the least Victoria was going to peer into those eyes. They reminded her of something and that something made her smirk grow into a mild grin.
"Later perhaps when your scars heal." Her grasp would lapse soon enough to release the girl as the azure haired woman ascended back to her standing position. She was running late as it was and after the first encounter she had, this was a tad excessive when it came to time management. Flinging her cascading locks back behind her she spoke one final time as she turned to leave. "You're lucky I don't have the luxury to waste my time. Until next time kitty." Perhaps one day she'll claim this one as her own too. There was no such thing as having too many pets right?
[attr="class","zv3"]Victoria Exits and again sorry for her... rough treatment =(
