[Event Post]

[triade_oscura]

::Perhaps you're going through a dingier part of town. Well, if you are, you're in luck. You find a bitchy blonde Cacuasian chick with a golf club whacking golf balls at cans arranged on an old wooden fence. She seems to miss regularly, and seems rather freaking irritated, cussing repeatedly.

She's in blue shorts and a grey sweatshirt and cheap sneakers as well. Though what's more baffling is the fact she's got a handgun strapped in a holster to her left leg. What a frightening woman. You should admonish her, or just stare in disbelief at her.::

Comments

[triade_oscura]

Because...

::She's got a vice like grip and muscles behind you.::

... then I'll respect you, you fucking pansy! ::Guards with the golf club. And then tries to retaliate.::

[keepersouha]

*how are you intending on hitting them. With the club still?*

[triade_oscura]

::You bet your ass, pork butt.::

[keepersouha]

*gets hit with the golf club, getting knocked to the ground. They're a more light sort, after all, especially compared to someone with real muscle.

it takes them a moment though to regain their senses*

Damn it all to...

[triade_oscura]

::Stands over you.:: I want to see some more interesting, you fucking spoiled blob. I bet if you were angrier more often, you'd be strong, instead of a fucking porcelain sissy.

::The golf club is pressing on you, likely extremely hot still.::

[keepersouha]

*nghmhng twists around, flames sprouting up around them*

I don't care, just stop attacking me, you insane--!!

[triade_oscura]

::The fire only seems to reflect in her eyes and sweat, making her seem more terrifying.::

Is wanting a challenge, for everything else in fucking existence to not feel like a world of fucking cardboard, insane? I want to be able to let loose, smash things without them instantly breaking! I want something powerful to fight me.

And you smell of power. But you've been reduced to fucking marshmallow and powder-puff. You're fucking pathetic as you are right now!

::Jabs the club harder.::

Become stronger!

[keepersouha]

*Fine, you want them to attack back? Enjoy the flames condensing into fireballs and then heading right for you*

[triade_oscura]

::Leans back, but she's obviously been scorched to some degree, and screaming. She obviously leaps backing, burning herself more.::

Good... I... like... that...

::Twitches, flicking the golf club around.::

[keepersouha]

*gets themselves up, the fireballs forming again around them, but... urgh, their head. They hold it, glaring at Gwen as they steady themselves*

Just get away...

[triade_oscura]

::Winces when she touches her own burns.::

... I'll call it a draw for the moment. But you better be better than a creampuff next time...

::Starts backing off.::

[keepersouha]

*they keep the fireballs up as they back away themselves, their head throbbing with pain. Once they get far enough though, they dissipate and break out into a stumbled run. Away from you.*

[token_l]

*Yasu is walking to her favorite bar, which is conveniently located in the dingy part of town! That being said, she's dressed up in her business casual outfit, a pencil skirt, heels, and a blouse.

She stops to stare at what the blonde is doing. Oh, it's that bluh bluh huge bitch that's been bothering her.*

Your aim is worse than your personality.

[triade_oscura]

Says the bitch wearing the skirt that makes her fat ass look even more bloated.

::Swings, the balls whacking the fence, as she curses very rude un-lady-like words..::

[token_l]

At least I'm dressed nicely rather than wearing some ratty-ass clothes. What the hell are you doing anyway out here? I thought you only go near the fancy rich parts of town?

[triade_oscura]

I go wherever there's something strong. This side of town stinks of it at the moment.

And I like my clothes, thank you very much, Queen Lardass.

::Whack, the cans rattle as the fence jangles, but they're not falling, as if afraid to.::

[token_l]

It also literally stinks. Because you're here, Lady Bitchtits.

What are you even doing?

[triade_oscura]

Wow, the cheap cum in your head must make you stupid. I'm playing hit the can.

::Says it like it's completely obvious.::

[token_l]

You are an AWFULLY classy bitch, did you know that? I mean you are SO sophisticated playing a game by yourself involving garbage and golf balls. Really.

*She snerks amusingly.*

[triade_oscura]

Garbage, Golf balls, and the fence, you stupid whore. Or are you that fucking blind?

::Whacks, rattling the fence, none of the cans fall.::

[token_l]

*Rolls her eyes at Gwen's constant insults.*

You're not particularly good at it, either way.

[triade_oscura]

Only 'cuz you don't know the rules, "Ms. Fatass looking for a fuck". We both know noone'll touch you, and you'll go home and eat a carton of ice cream.

::Smacks, hitting a can, and cursing with victory.::

[token_l]

...

*Well, it's not like that she isn't telling the truth. Yasu already has done that the last time she encountered Gwen. That comment might have shaken her up a little bit.*

Plenty of people would touch me, I don't know what you're talking about.

[triade_oscura]

Uh huh. Why the pause? If it didn't matter, it wouldn't sting so hard. No matter what you do, no one'll touch you. 'specially not a woman, you filthy freak.

::Goes to pick up the can and put it back.::

[token_l]

...Well. I don't see people lining up to touch you. Maybe that's cause no one likes a miserable condescending bitch.