[ A little fumbling, a low sound like a snarl, and then viciously on new vocal cords: ]

Where the fuck is the little bastard that killed me?

I'm gonna break his fucking neck.

[JACKIE CHAN]

[ Have a feed of Melee tightening the bandages wrapped around her upper arm. That may or may not be an unconscious bear laying in the background, and she looks like she's in the wilderness somewhere. ]

So, did someone beat the living daylights out of that fat ass clown yet, or what?

[ Her voice is distant, as if the communicator is sitting a slight distance away, and you can hear music in the background, along with the dull thud of hard blows hitting a punching bag. ]

So, who around here has a decent right hook?

[ A particularly loud smack of a fist hitting the bag. ]

Or better, who wants to show me? 'Cause I ain't gonna ( Read more... )

[ The loud clang of a boot hitting metal. Someone's in a bad mood. ]

The hell, seriously? No me chingues, damn machine --

[ A huffy exhale. ]

So, what. Ya'll not meeting your ass-kicking quota or somethin'? Didn't I dish out enough broken faces last time?

If you wanted a martial arts master, should'a called someone who ain't fucking busy. ( Read more... )

[ Melee is surrounded by UPS boxes that somehow accumulated over the course of the week while her back was turn. Each box seems similar, each containing unusual items: Coca Cola bottles, more snowglobes than she ever cared to see in her life, stuffed animals, shot glasses, post cards-- all with the Coke logo or various scenes from large cities ( Read more... )

Damn, I can't keep up with all the shit that happens in this place. It's too much work.

[ The sounds of an old school kung fu flick in the background. ]

Y'know what I need? A good old fashioned brawl.

Arm's feeling a lot better. Still a little stiff though. Could probably use a work out, if anybody's up to it-- 'cept that Chinese lady. I ain't up to fightin' you.

Oh.

And thanks. To all the folks who helped me out the other day. Anybody ever catch that crazy-ass bitch?

[ LOCKED TO: hellcommander ]
Hey.

You still mad?

[ It's the sound of a scattering crowd, and the angle of the camera is poor for seeing what's going on-- as if someone had dropped their communicator in a scuffle. Beyond the hasty feet and panicked people, there's the sound of a car hood being smashed in by something heavy as hell. But the video only shows a young blond girl stepping onto the very ( Read more... )

A'ight. I don't want all you people to think I'm some kinda one-trick horse. Just 'cause I got short hair and biceps don't mean all I got is a mean right hook.

[ A little pause, then: ]

So, I'm making dinner at mine and Xena's place. Mexican. Authentic Mexican-- not that Taco Bell or Taco John or Taco whatever bullshit, okay?

Who's game?

[ Camera flickers on to show Melee, shoving hair out of her face with her forearm. She looks a bit scratched up. There's smudges of dirt on her face, and she's bleeding from two parallel gashes on her upper arm, but that girl is grinning wide.

Around her, it's clearly not the City. Trees, shrubs. Wilderness. ]

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