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Farrah Benz

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5'10" 27 rbf None (Nomad) Offline 147 Posts

Played by Vetti

Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 11, 2017 20:58:59 GMT -5

they call me a menace

they say that i'm cursed

W

ell this season sucked supremely.

It confused Farrah a little why this planet seemed so goddamn hellbent on wiping out everything on its surface. Or just us, she mused, remembering the sounds that wove their way through the tunnels at night. Something survived this cold, and much like the Worms during the Scorch, she had precisely zero interest in discovering what that something was. Grimacing, she laid a hand over her left arm, feeling the bony callous that had formed where one of the monsters had broken her humerus. That had taken way too long to heal, but not as long as her damn rib. Leaning back against the stone, Farrah sighed in annoyance. She still couldn't remember what had caused the latter fracture - only where it had occurred. The marks still evident on Logan's chest, however, suggested something large.. and clawed.

The sound of footsteps coming from one of the two tunnels leading to where she'd taken up residence knocked her from her musings. It was the winding way - the one that meandered back toward those that chose to live in colonies. Logan wouldn't be coming back that way... Nor would he have company. If it was possible, he actually hated people more than Farrah did. So who the hell was coming?

Far more annoyed at the intrusion than actually concerned in any way for her safety, Farrah pushed off the wall and stood. The fire was placed so anyone entering would always be highlighted, but only having one lit meant there were still plenty of shadows beyond the mouth of the tunnel. Consuming the wood when the extra heat wasn't absolutely essential was a mistake she was far too practiced to make; she'd take the slightly lower hand any day over running out of resources.

Sidestepping to where they would enter, Farrah stuck her back to the stone and waited.... and waited. They weren't making any sort of haste, which meant they were also quiet.. and would be able to hear if she did anything without taking care. Exhaling softly, she inched her blade from its scabbard at the inside of her left forearm and held it loosely in her right hand. She could tighten her grip quickly enough if it was needed, but she wouldn't be able to loosen it if she needed to throw.

Closer... Was it just her, or were they taking their sweet ass time? And then, of course, they must've gotten in view of the fire, because they slowed down even more. Jesus Christ. If she'd known they were going to take this long, she would've gotten a mani-pedi while she waited.

Fucking finally. At just about the same time as the head of the party would be sweeping around the corner to check for threats, Farrah ducked, instinctively threw out her left arm to shove any potential weapon against the wall, and pressed her knife to a throat. "I suggest you go back where you came from," she ground out, focused entirely on the person at the wrong end of her blade despite the other two momentarily losing their shit. Hey, at least she wasn't outnumbered.

※	Dowan White

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000 words

✉	let's see how this goes...

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GTFO Posted Jun 11, 2017 20:58:59 GMT -5

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Dowan White Tradesmith APP \| 6'1" 29 Miner Mt. Intego Offline 8 Posts Played by Snide	Post by Dowan White on Jun 27, 2017 6:39:51 GMT -5 [nospaces] Winter had come, and winter had gone. And something much worse had replaced it, filling the world with a deep and cruel freeze that would kill those too close to cave mouths or left unprotected. It was worse at night, dropping to such horrible colds that people were actually petrified by the permafrost, shattered like glass if their body was roughly disturbed. Dowan had been shocked to come across one such body with the expeditionary team to which he was assigned. Levi had sent Jordan and Dowan out to survey the areas better and create some maps, and Fischer was their plus-one. Cordially invited to freeze her tits off trudging through the caves and working out their system.[break][break] Jordan, bless his idiot soul, had been complaining about the chill for a while. Unlike Dowan and Fischer, he did not have insulated clothing meant to keep out the bite of the cold. He had stuffed his clothing with leaves that had been collected during the mild season for the darting palmworms to feed on. The mulch was itchy and disgusting, but it did at least something to hold his body heat in. Still, the desperation for something better had been so severe that when they encountered the stiff (pun intended) near the entrance to a cave, Jordan had attempted to harvest its jacket. And that had caused it to shatter and fall to the ground, fracturing like a terrible movie from the 90’s.[break][break] That had made Fischer royally pissed, until it was explained to she and Jordan both that material which had been frozen to that extent was useless once it thawed out. It hadn’t just been made cold, it had been petrified, and at a molecular level was no longer going to be the same. Even if they had taken the considerable time to thaw things out, it would have been stiff and easily frayed forever after. Much like Fischer’s temperament, he mused to himself.[break][break] She was the only hunter they had, and whatever she had hoped to bring along with her had not arrived yet in a Drop. Or if it had, it had been stolen before she arrived to claim it herself. Limited by this, she had taken to building javelins out of steel rods from the dropship sites, weighing their cores with sand from the desert and tying metal shards to their ends to hunt down game. She was accurate as hell with the things, but the metal scrap could only do so much, as they’d learned. Worms had a hide too thick to pierce conventionally and an occisor didn’t balk at one or two weapons sticking out of it. It had taken six to bring the beast down in the end, but she had won its pelt as a reward. It looked primal on her muscled body; its dark pelt contrasting her flaxen hair and pale complexion and the worn winter-camouflage gear she wore.[break][break] Jordan was a cartographer by occupation, or had been, which made him great with maps. That more or less nestled him into either scientist or explorer territory, but in spite of his meek nature he had a thirst for adventure. But not conflict, Dowan had noted, observing the way several people walked over Jordan and neglected to show him a moment’s consideration. It was obvious why after spending more than ten minutes with the man; he was so desperate for peace among people that he ignored the issues at hand and blindly believed people could just get along if they wanted to. Add to that his pudgy and porcelain appearance, and you essentially had an overweight coward with the backbone of a darting palmworm, and just as eager to take everybody’s shit if it meant people were getting along. Still, he knew maps. Fischer knew killing things. And Dowan? Well, he understood the ground.[break][break] That was why the three of them had been sent by Levi, and that had been two days ago. All in all they expected to have a week-long trek in the darkness, barring difficulties. Three days exploring, three days to get back, and one buffer day in case of emergencies. If Jordan did his job properly they could follow his maps right back to Perfection and report success, describing everything they find. If he had done his job poorly, it wasn’t a terrible situation… Dowan had been keeping track of the rock formations and mineral deposits around them, noting within his own mind the conditions typically required for such terrain. Granted this was not Earth, but he hoped there were certain universal laws that had followed them here, or his usefulness went out the door and he’d die hated and alone here. Like Jordan! God, that was a thought. So, as an added precaution, he had broken off a chunk of chalk outside Perfection and had been liberally marking their course, to help them find their way back and subsequently rendering his previous plan of sooth-saying the fucking mineral deposits null and void. Barring some Goblin King shenanigans, they'd have a clear trail of arrows leading back to Perfection, and Dowan highly doubted that Bowie was around to foul things up.[break][break] Stepping through the dark, moving quietly so as not to disturbing any predators, the three noticed a light in the distance and began to move towards it. Were they close to another village, perhaps? A two-day walk didn’t necessarily mean this was far away, considering they had winding paths in the mazes beneath the mountain. There was not always bioluminescent fungus to see by, forcing Dowan to turn on his mining helmet and waste precious battery power directing them a new direction. He’d kept it off as much as possible and only used its dimmest setting when he had to turn it on, but time and tide were laying their claim on his crown joule. Scratching at the growing stubble of his beard, he began to move forward with Jordan at his side, wishing they’d brought some goods to trade. If this was a village and he could get his hands on the right batteries, or perhaps a rechargeable battery with a wind-up charging unit, he would be set for a while.[break][break] Considering such things deeply, it came as something of a surprise when a woman stepped up out of the shadows to their side and raised a knife to his throat, swatted instinctively with one arm in case he was already wielding or preparing to reach for a weapon, and raised a blade to his throat with her free hand. He felt its cold pinprick against his skin, body tensing up suddenly in response, eyes rolling at the frightened squeak that Jordan gave. Behind him he could hear Fischer’s body coil and prepare to fight, but that would only end with his throat opened and a galaxy away from the nearest hospital. Oh, right, and the Earth was dead. He raised his hands to his sides in a surrendering fashion and waved one hand vaguely at Fischer, indicating she should stand down and relax. Unfortunately, he was more than a little preoccupied with the person in front of him, so he couldn’t look to see if the hunter was complying.[break][break] The darting glance he took at the surroundings told him this was a nomad’s lair, not a village or trading post. They were in someone else’s territory, so tension and suspicions were bound to be high. Whoever this lady was, she had the familiar lethality of a woman that knew how to defend herself from those stronger than her. She snarled an order at them to return to whence they came which, lovely in theory, but he was no fool. If she was a nomad it meant she didn’t play well with others. These were her caves now, and she had the home field advantage. If they just turned around she and any other nomads could hunt them down later and strip them of their goods, alive or dead, so that wasn’t an option. He needed to try and diffuse the situation an open up a dialogue. Show that, alive, they were more useful to her in the future to keep her from satisfying any immediate desires.[break][break] That thought brought him back to the blade at his throat and he let out a soft chuckle at how preposterous this seemed from an outsider’s perspective. Laughing pressed his throat to the blade, forced him to wince in pain, which only caused him to smile at his own stupidity.[break][break] *“Oh, that* knife!”** he announced casually, as though they had already been in the middle of a perfectly ordinary conversation and she were merely holding out an item for him to inspect. Between her actions and his words perhaps two seconds had passed, but it seemed so much longer in his mind’s eye as he looked over the situation.[break][break] “Believe me, we’d love to do that. Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to get a dropship to work again, and even if we did it’d be a hell of a thing to ask for directions back to Earth at this point." [break][break] Did he have more to say? Most definitely. But it also wouldn’t do to press his luck by rambling on for too long, especially with the blade still in play. He could have tried explaining why they were here, what they were after… but in situations where powers met, the first to provide too much information typically became the side that lost. He had learned that to be true as much on the streets as in the boardroom, and so it could only benefit him to shut up and let her ask the questions and show what she knew, what she wanted, what she felt. Then he’d have more information to go off of, to spin this around and gain control of the situation.[break][break] Unless she stabbed him first.

GTFO Posted Jun 27, 2017 6:39:51 GMT -5 Edited by Dowan White Jun 29, 2017 17:19:55 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Farrah Benz Nomad APP \| PLOTTER \| TRACKER 5'10" 27 rbf None (Nomad) Offline 147 Posts Played by Vetti	Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 27, 2017 12:04:47 GMT -5 [nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"] Did the bastard have enough nerve to laugh in her face? Narrowing her eyes, Farrah pressed her thumb to the blade's hilt a little harder, fractionally increasing the weapon's pressure at the man's throat. She should've - and somewhere in the back of her mind, had - known that wouldn't do a damn thing. Men like him didn't take threats seriously, no matter how life-threatening they truly were. She should know; she was dating one.[break][break] Baring her teeth in a scowl, her eyes remained on this man while she studied the other two in his party from her peripherals, a little amused with herself for having captured the apparent leader. The Pillsbury dough boy was written off immediately, because the threat he posed dove into the negatives. The woman pointing some sort of makeshift spear at her chest climbed a little higher, but Farrah doubted the chick had the reflexes to deal with Smartass's throat being cut at the same that Farrah kicked out to, at the very least, buy herself a few seconds to switch her knife to the other hand. Leaderman ordered the attack dog back, but it did little to ease her poised stance. Farrah wasn't dumb enough to truly divide her attention, but she thought said dog was wearing the skin of an Occisor which, admittedly, made a flare of jealousy rise in her chest. She'd been trying to down one of the beasts for weeks..[break][break] But now wasn't the time to think about who got it for her (because in Farrah's mind, no other woman was as capable as her, so the blonde had, at the very least, required help). Smartass was back-talking her, and for a woman who already operated on a hair trigger, she wasn't very inclined to find him even the least bit funny. He was stalling, that was it, and she played the game often enough to know it when she heard it. "Cute," she said drily, eyes flat on him. "Leave."[break][break] She left no room for argument, but he seemed like the type to call her bluff rather than heed the warning, so she tried to prepare herself for it. Meanwhile, Chubs was still squealing like a stuck pig, and she had it up to here with these intruders ruining her peaceful abode. But she wasn't going to kill anyone to get them out of her face unless they engaged her and left little way out. Growling, she pushed away from Leaderman - perhaps cutting him superficially in so doing - and backed out of immediate striking distance from the spear-happy guard dog. Her reach wasn't terribly long, so it was only a step. "Take your piglet with you," she began, flipping her blade in her hand in preparation to throw, and grew eerily still as her gaze finally landed on the other woman. "So help me god, if you don't stop pointing that at me, I will break your arms," she seethed.[break][break] The blonde's eyes flicked to Smartass as if looking for direction, and even though Farrah rolled hers, she understood the loyalty. She'd been that way, once, with a friend in what seemed another life. Except they were far more in tune than this woman was with her fearless leader; Mercedes and Rex had been like two appendages tethered to the same heart. All it took was a single muscle twitch, a change in posture, for one to react in kind to the other. This woman needed direction, a verbal affirmation even though her companion had already given her a visual cue. How... sloppy. 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Dowan White Tradesmith APP \| 6'1" 29 Miner Mt. Intego Offline 8 Posts Played by Snide	Post by Dowan White on Jun 29, 2017 14:30:26 GMT -5 [nospaces] Things fall apart, and the center cannot hold... What they had here was a failure at first contact, and that was largely his own fault. Granted the woman shouldn't have opened with a knife to his throat but her stance was, at the least, understandable. And probably not improved any by his sarcasm.[break][break] “Fischer, we’re not going to kill anyone,” he announced with a loud calm. It was the voice of a boardroom baron, a street-gang king. It was a voice that said don't test me, and Fischer began to slowly comply, setting the javelin into a quiver on her back.[break] “Good. Now, maybe you can do the same for us?” he inquired, keeping his hands raised to the sides and harmless. Of course with them like that he could also try to lean to the side if she threw the knife suddenly... or, very stupidly, try to catch it or knock it out of the air.[break][break] “We outnumber you two to one,” he informed Farrah who obviously knew as much. Still, it was important to remind her not to be too confident in herself. Fischer gave an audible snort of amusement at his dismissive counting towards Jordan. The man was good at maps, but couldn't find his way to some spine even with a map of the human body to guide him![break][break] “That said, I'd prefer not to do the whole back-and-forth stab and retreat that knife fights usually become. For one thing, there isn't a decent store around for miles if you ruin this coat. And fighting one another right now isn't going to be productive; it's just aggressive lashing. It's cuttlefish, really.”

GTFO Posted Jun 29, 2017 14:30:26 GMT -5 Edited by Dowan White Jun 29, 2017 16:33:47 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Farrah Benz Nomad APP \| PLOTTER \| TRACKER 5'10" 27 rbf None (Nomad) Offline 147 Posts Played by Vetti	Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 29, 2017 21:26:19 GMT -5 [nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her lips flicked into a smirk at the man's order, and a brow raised fractionally as she waited for the guard dog to comply. Interestingly, it also struck her as familiar... But she brushed it off as her own words being played back to her (even though she was never the "leader" of any group she'd ever been in). Her brain wasn't prepared to think back far enough to realize they were, in fact, someone else's.[break][break] Farrah's expression became one of thinly-veiled amusement, because maybe you can do the same for us? Fat chance in hell. "All the more reason for me to keep it handy, don't you think?" she retorted at the mention of "outnumbering". Clearly this man greatly underestimated her, which was 100% fine with her. She flipped the blade through her fingers without looking, so the handle came to rest in her hand again. She almost started toying with it in her agitation, but that would be stupid in the face of an unknown adversary.[break][break] ...An adversary that apparently didn't care to take a threat to his own life seriously. What on ~~Earth~~ PE was he thinking? Sure, Fischer there was apparently ready to throw some 'bows, but now her weapon was on her back. It would take her far longer to reach her weapon than it would for Farrah to launch her knife at her chest. ...Not that she would, but she'd like to think she was cold-hearted enough to do it if pushed.[break][break] Wow, he was still talking, wasn't he? Her face flattened into one of boredom, even though if Logan had said the same things, she would have laughed. A store? No shit, this was a different planet. People barely had their shit together enough to set up the marketplaces. If someone had actually gotten into the business of making coats, she'd be amazed. Besides-...[break][break] Did he just say cuttlefish?[break][break] Her face flinched as if he'd moved to strike her. She hadn't heard the term in a long ass time, but she had heard it before. From a boy, about fifteen. Just the right amount of tousled and just the wrong amount of vicious. Like her. When she'd questioned him about it, he'd told her he learned it from the Discovery Channel. And she'd responded,[break][break] "I don't see what a chameleon fish has to do with fighting."[break][break] Her words were guarded, wary; her posture stiff. She didn't realize it, but her breathing had become shallow, causing her to grow a little light-headed. There was no fucking way... [attr="class","at1"]to[break]Dowan White [newclass=.far1]width:409px;height:530px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/JbPomLH.png);position:absolute center;top:0px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.rah1]opacity:0;width:323px;height:433px;margin-top:48px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/QS9opDg.png);transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1.5s;overflow:hidden[/newclass] [newclass=.talks1]opacity:o;width:323px;height:433px;overflow:auto;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.inside1]margin:10px;text-align:justify;opacity:0;font-family: 'Roboto Condensed';font-size:11.5px;color:#BFF1D1;line-height:14px;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.at1]opacity:1;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:'Satisfy';font-size:60px;line-height:38px;color:#BFF1D1;text-align:left;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #2A2A2A;margin-top:-70px;margin-left:15px;transition:opacity 2s ease-in-out, margin 0s;transition-delay:1.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .rah1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.5s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .talks1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.2s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .inside1]opacity:1;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .at1]opacity:0;margin-top:70px;transition:opacity 0.5s ease-in-out, margin 3s;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [googlefont=Satisfy\|Roboto Condensed]

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Dowan White Tradesmith APP \| 6'1" 29 Miner Mt. Intego Offline 8 Posts Played by Snide	Post by Dowan White on Jul 1, 2017 15:09:46 GMT -5 [nospaces] Dowan watched with an uneasy smile as Farrah continued to stare them down, the blade moved with unconscious precision in her hands while he spoke and she gave her own terse reply. He hadn't expected her to stand down so easily, but he had at least hoped. The idea of suddenly rushing her left his mind however, cautioned by the ease with which she blindly handled that blade. Assuming for one foolish moment that he, unarmed, could match her long enough for Fischer to move in... Fischer was an all-or-nothing woman without half-measures. Such a conflict would result in either Dowan or this nomad dead, and of the two, neither was a particularly desirable outcome.[break][break] Despite every hint of her body language and tone of voice hinting at a condemnation of his own sarcasm, her response to him was brief and terse. It figured this was the way things were going to be. No matter how far you traveled to escape it, human nature lurked around every dark corner. Whatever solace the nomad had come to seek, whatever peace or insulation from others, she had to have known she shared this new world with plenty of others. In fact, the whole point of coming here had been to establish communities to safeguard mankind, hadn't it? And yet there were plenty who decided to take what was theirs and break away from the rest of the frontiersmen, to live as nomads and hermits and bandits. Perhaps it should have been comforting knowing that things wouldn't be so different here; that people were essentially selfish and violent on this world, too. But it wasn't.[break][break] Another thing that troubled him went beyond the simple response she had given. It was the way it had been delivered, the words and curling lip of confusion and contempt resonating somewhere down memory lane. He gave a frown as he let his mind wander to that familiar but forgotten place and recalled a time a little over a decade past, where he had been a violent and troubled juvenile. When he had first entered the system he had hoped to live a free and untroubled life, but the social fetters and expectations of the white-collared and elite were only one form of individualistic oppression. Within the juvenile hall there had been expectations to join certain groups and act certain ways. He had come seeking personal liberty; a nomad of his new frontier, if you will. So he had rejected such conventional loyalties and forged his own path. He had been made to choose a fake name before entering the system and told to keep his identity a secret, to avoid scandal on his family. He had obeyed, not out of any loyalty to them, but out of a desire to sever ties and be his own "man."[break][break] And oh, the hypocrisy. He had gone with the name "Rex" which was Latin for king, because he had been so sure of how easily he would assert himself. But as it turned out, you couldn't simply state your dominance. You had to show it. The chest-beating and posturing hadn't been his style. It required a large stature and relied on a hierarchy of subordinates to protect and assist you. Of its own design the most assertive and postured was on top, which often left one a slave to the mob-mentality of their own groups; unable to effect change or direct policy and action or they would appear "weak" according to the will of the group, and be ousted in favor of someone that will more actively enforce their stagnancy. A paradox that amused him to this day...[break][break] He had gone the way of the lone and cunning creatures found through nature, one of which was the not-so-simple cuttlefish. Durable. Aggressive. Clever. Coy. It was a creature had no true face but changed to suit its immediate needs or to communicate with others its changing intentions. In a fight they rarely made actual contact but instead had effective means of aposematism and posing to assert dominance. Back then, it was all that was needed to make his way... lying and manipulating in every encounter, to put himself in a safely respected solitary position from the juvenile gangs. There had been one who breached that isolation, though. A girl a few years his junior, as troubled and triumphant as he.[break][break] She had given an eerily similar response herself when he'd made similar jokes, but she'd been less strong, less controlled. Still, this nomad had enough similarities that he caught himself laughing lightly again at her response in genuine amusement.[break] "You know, I knew a girl once who asked the same thing. Of course, growing up, I don't really think she had the time and comfort to sit around and learn random facts about animals like I did. Which is a pity, because... Well, it's just like I told her: you'd be surprised how many useful things you can learn from nature."

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Farrah Benz Nomad APP \| PLOTTER \| TRACKER 5'10" 27 rbf None (Nomad) Offline 147 Posts Played by Vetti	Post by Farrah Benz on Jul 8, 2017 10:17:56 GMT -5 [nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]She was a cornered animal, ready to strike. Her chest felt tight with an unseen weight, and as if that wasn't enough, her heart was so high in her throat it was only a matter of moments before it choked her. Farrah Mercedes Benz was not a woman easily overwhelmed, but her mind was feverishly piecing together a puzzle she never wanted to see again. It was putting her on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.[break][break] His laugh - one of easy confidence - had her prickling further. Thankfully, she had enough practice with her poker face that her agitation only showed in the flare of her nostrils. As he spoke, though, a spark zipped down her spine, and her fingers toyed around the handle of her blade. She had no intention of stabbing him, but the more similarities she pieced together, the more she wanted to.[break][break] Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, she chanted in her head, already horribly displeased with his talk of how she hadn't had time. Her breathing had been quick and shallow, but as he reached the "just like I told her", she held it.[break][break] You'd be surprised how many useful things you can learn from nature, she recited in time with his words. The lips they came from weren't entirely familiar, but it had been twelve years; she didn't need to recognize him to know him. Coiling like a cobra fed up with mundane tricks, Farrah turned her blade sideways in her hand so the grip fit snugly in her balled fist, and threw a right jab directly at the traitor's stupid, perfect face.[break][break] Teeth bared, her muscles tremored with the desire to do more - to launch herself at the one person to ever have won and betrayed her trust, both with such practiced fluidity they made her head spin. But there was a spear at her throat, the cool blade at odds with the single trickle of warmth sliding down to her clavicle. She hardly noticed; didn't even spare the woman wielding it a glance. Eyes of icy hatred were focused full ahead, boring into the boy whose face she had forcibly scrubbed from her memory. [attr="class","at1"]to[break]Dowan White [newclass=.far1]width:409px;height:530px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/JbPomLH.png);position:absolute center;top:0px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.rah1]opacity:0;width:323px;height:433px;margin-top:48px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/QS9opDg.png);transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1.5s;overflow:hidden[/newclass] [newclass=.talks1]opacity:o;width:323px;height:433px;overflow:auto;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.inside1]margin:10px;text-align:justify;opacity:0;font-family: 'Roboto Condensed';font-size:11.5px;color:#BFF1D1;line-height:14px;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.at1]opacity:1;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:'Satisfy';font-size:60px;line-height:38px;color:#BFF1D1;text-align:left;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #2A2A2A;margin-top:-70px;margin-left:15px;transition:opacity 2s ease-in-out, margin 0s;transition-delay:1.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .rah1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.5s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .talks1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.2s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .inside1]opacity:1;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .at1]opacity:0;margin-top:70px;transition:opacity 0.5s ease-in-out, margin 3s;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [googlefont=Satisfy\|Roboto Condensed]

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Dowan White Tradesmith APP \| 6'1" 29 Miner Mt. Intego Offline 8 Posts Played by Snide	Post by Dowan White on Jul 14, 2017 17:48:37 GMT -5 [nospaces] He gave a mental snort of amusement at the déjà vu of the situation, only slightly concerned by the fire that burned within her eyes. Was she still angry they had intruded upon her home? Quite probably, and quite rightly so… however, she could try to be a bit more civ-[break][break] His head reared backwards as she lunged and punched him in the face, the blow sending stars and darkness screaming through his vision as he took a single step backwards and caught his balance. Groaning in pain, he reached up to feel the tender flesh she had just laid in on, cover it with a hand to feel for any damage and protect it from sensitivity to light or movement while it reeled and roared. His good eye flew to Fischer who had drawn a weapon from her back and had it to the nomad’s throat, ready to spill her blood out in the cave and end things. ”Fischer, that’s enough!” he snapped, no longer amused by the situation or willing to put up with antics. He didn’t want bloodshed beyond what had already been done, especially not when someone like this nomad might be someone they needed in the future. She had a strength about her, a sort of feral grace, a brash and burning spark in her eyes that reminded him of… Oh. Yes, yes he saw it now. Reaching up, he grabbed Fischer’s javelin and gently pulled it from Farrah’s neck, shoving it back towards the huntress dismissively. His uncovered eye narrowed and he looked the woman over, mentally mapping a younger girl over her. Lose the muscle and the hard years. Add some softness and less confidence, less anger. It had to be her.[break][break] ”How have things… Benz?” he quipped easily, his voice as cocky and confident as a decade or so past, when they’d been confined together. It had been among his favorite ways to greet the girl who had been his partner and passion; if not intimately involved, then at least bonded as any two could be in terms of trust and agenda. He glanced at Fischer and Jordan once, then jerked his head in the direction they had come, indicating they should just… leave.

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Farrah Benz Nomad APP \| PLOTTER \| TRACKER 5'10" 27 rbf None (Nomad) Offline 147 Posts Played by Vetti	Post by Farrah Benz on Jul 14, 2017 20:14:49 GMT -5 [nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her fist connecting would've made Farrah a little high on the fight, but she was preoccupied loathing every cell in the man's body. She was panting in her hatred, nearly shaking with how high her blood pressure was climbing, and didn't give a damn that it was causing the spear at her throat to inch closer to her trachea. Never before had she allowed herself to become so single-minded, but she'd also never had to face the largest regret of her life... face to face, in the flesh.[break][break] The fact that he seemed momentarily stunned made her want to punch him all over again, but he dismissed his comrades easily enough that it made Farrah think he was starting to catch on. About damn time.[break][break] He spoke, and she snorted so hard it hurt. Not because he was funny - fuck no, he was a far cry from that - but because he was such a fucking idiot for even daring to ask. [break][break] "You might fucking know if you'd stuck around!" she growled, spinning to kick out at his stomach. She didn't expect him to take it easily, so she shifted her weight in preparation for him to catch her around the ankle. Because, you know, he was just fucking stupid enough to do that. With a grunt, she yanked her leg back to herself and advanced, shoving at him. "How dare you show your face here. Traitor!"[break][break] Fischer and the cowering doughboy had started to take their leave, but at her shouting, Fischer hesitated. Farrah's gaze landed on her, and she jerked as if she were going to lunge in that direction. "This is between us. Trust me, if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't stick around to help you," she emphasized, eyes slamming back to him. "Would you, Rex?"[break][break] She was seething, every pore on her body giving off the sheer hate she held for this man. Never in a million years had she dreamed she'd have to face him again, but seeing him now brought every abandoned, lost thought bubbling to the surface. And with them came the honest-to-god desire to see him dead. [attr="class","at1"]to[break]Dowan White [newclass=.far1]width:409px;height:530px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/JbPomLH.png);position:absolute center;top:0px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.rah1]opacity:0;width:323px;height:433px;margin-top:48px;background-image:url(http://imgur.com/QS9opDg.png);transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1.5s;overflow:hidden[/newclass] [newclass=.talks1]opacity:o;width:323px;height:433px;overflow:auto;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.inside1]margin:10px;text-align:justify;opacity:0;font-family: 'Roboto Condensed';font-size:11.5px;color:#BFF1D1;line-height:14px;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.at1]opacity:1;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:'Satisfy';font-size:60px;line-height:38px;color:#BFF1D1;text-align:left;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #2A2A2A;margin-top:-70px;margin-left:15px;transition:opacity 2s ease-in-out, margin 0s;transition-delay:1.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .rah1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.5s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .talks1]opacity:1;transition:all 1.2s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .inside1]opacity:1;transition:all 1s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.far1:hover .at1]opacity:0;margin-top:70px;transition:opacity 0.5s ease-in-out, margin 3s;transition-delay:0.5s;[/newclass] [googlefont=Satisfy\|Roboto Condensed]

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