Soapeth!
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Thread Topic: Soapeth!
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He shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me if you're dead."
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"Of course it doesn't. It doesn't matter to anyone. So it doesn't matter to me if this arm has to be amputated." she growled, clamping her teeth down viciously on his arm, her hatred sparked again by the mean comment.
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"Ow!" He dropped her again. He could feel his arm bleeding.
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Valentine yelped as she hit the ground, and glared hatefully up at him. He was bleeding by now, but she didn't care. He could fall down right there and just let himself die from that one little wound for all she cared anymore. If he hated her, she had the right to hate him.
She didn't waste energy talking anymore- she didn't want to elicit anymore of those words she had heard so often. Instead, she focused her attention of the cool sidewalk pressing against her arms, and calming her sickness. She sighed contently, happy to feel her stomach relaxing at last. -
He kicked her lightly. Why the hell did I leave my phone at home?
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Valentine didn't respond to his kick, and continued to glare at him.
Police brutality before he's even a policeman. What an edgy bastard. -
It looked like there was a payphone a block ahead... he had enough spare change...
He picked her up one last time, making a run for it. -
"God damn it, knock it off!" she yelled, biting down again, without control. What the hell was his problem? She'd never even met him before that morning.
She kicked around, hoping to hit anything that would bring him pain, and sank her teeth into his arm again. Maybe he really did want her to throw up her own lungs.. -
He'd reached the payphone by the time she sank in her teeth, and really, didn't care what she was doing. He dropped her carelessly and fished some change from his pocket.
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Valentine hit the ground again, and this time, immediately began yanking her wrists toward the ground next to her, wanting to cause him any pain she could. She had decided by the second time he had picked her up- this boy needed to die. He needed to die slowly, and it needed to be soon.
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Just as he put in the change, dialed up his father's polic station, and the phone started ringing, he fell on the ground. The phone swung in midair for a minute, and he grabbed it, putting it to his ear.
"Hello?" -
Valentine took advantage of how close he was now, kicking at him from where she lay, one dangerously heavy heel aiming at his head, while the other thrust out toward his shoulder.
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He dodged the blows from her shoes. Only an assassin would know how to use high heels as a lethal weapon.
"Yeah, uh, hi Dad. I kinda went after that one girl... and now I'm sitting at a payphone dodging blows from her shoes." -
She tugged her wrists toward herself now, the fact only just now occuring to her that if he was closer, she could do more damage. She continued attacking him with jabbing heels, and trying to pull him closer at the same time.
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He stretched out his legs against the wall of the booth to prevent her from pulling him closer, all while doing his best to dodge and talk on the phone.
"Yeah... we're on... Powell Street... Dad."
His dad muttered something that sounded like "We're on our way" and hung up.
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