Her head was reeling. It had been since she had woken up this morning, but what was much more afflicting and horrifying was the constant throb between her legs and the inability to do anything about it. Well, that wasn't quite true. She had already slipped her hand between her legs twice this morning before even getting out of bed, and the
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It would be fine, the girl assured herself, if she just kept her head down and didn't make eye contact with whoever was making that dreadful racket. She pulled in a breath, smoothing down her yellow uniform mini-dress before turning the corner and ducking her head so her brown curls tumbled over her face. Of course, the natural curiosity of the girl wouldn't allow itself to go unsatisfied and she glanced up, eyes widening in surprise when she saw it was a girl doing the damage to the wall. It was an awful sexist view of hers but she hadn't expected that ( ... )
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"Motherfuck -" she started, spinning on her heel with the intent to vent on the wall opposite her last "opponent", but halted. She was, in all honesty, shocked she had the ability to stop now - stop hitting something and stop herself from automatically jumping the rather attractive female that had been eyeing her. In hindsight, that was probably the reason it had felt as if the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up out of paranoia than pent up sexual frustration ( ... )
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"And I am not a bitch, thank you wery much." Pasha added in a slight anger. Being a girl genius made meant the young woman had been pampered and pandered to over the years the result of that being that she didn't take to criticism well. With an irritated sigh she flicked her curly hair over her shoulder, wishing once again that she'd brought her phaser with her.
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Both hands dropped to her side, bruised and torn knuckles rubbing streaks of blood on the soft fabric of her short dress as she - almost casually - advanced toward Pasha. "Wour not a bwitch?" she goaded, a scathing and poor imitation of the other girls accent as well as diminutive baby talk being fueled by the rather unwarranted animosity she felt toward the other female. "
"Awre you wery, wery, wery, wery, wery swure? Ah, you wight be wright..." She batted her eyelashes here, and stepped right up to the other female, never one to respect other peoples personal space. The simpering, babyish demeanor vanished, and the teens brown eyes hardened as she snapped in her normal tone, "Because you strike me as a but of a cunt
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"You had to fucking open you mouth and start talking!" She shoved him twice, stepping into Cloud's personal space with aggressive succession. And right after that, she reached both hands up and tugged wildly at her own hair before both hands dropped to her side, slapping against her thighs with a rather loud slapping sound. "So shut up. You're not helping at all."
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"Hey uh...you okay?"
(OOC: Non-con him~ She can be rough, violent, even draw blood. Just don't hurt his groin area cuz that's never hot, and don't injure him. Cuts and such are okay if she has weapons or whatever. If she ends up digging him after forcing whatever on him, perhaps we can do another post following after or something?)
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Delivering one more punch before an audible crack sounded from her bones - it probably wasn't a broken bone; it was all the more likely just her joints popping painfully - she recoiled from the wall completely. The exercise hadn't done anything to diminish her anger, and simply hurt, and as she cradled her wrist in her other hand, Minatsuki inadvertently switched her line of sight and aggression over onto...well, the human being that had just so rudely interrupted her. "Can I fucking help you?"
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"...Shit, prolly not. I ain't in the mood for bitchin." He moves back into his room and closes the door, grumbling about 'that's what he gets for trying to be helpful', or something to that extent.
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"Don't think you can fucking just walk away from me, you shit," she cursed, animosity lacing her words far more than it should have considering she had only just met this man.
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Instead of dignifying that remark with a verbal answer, Minatsuki allowed both her shoulders to slump, seemingly in defeat. But a split second after the visible deflation, she took another swing, this time completely foregoing the wall and aiming for the side of this man's head instead. "Fuck you!"
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"Fuck you. I don't need any fucking h - help." Her voice broke at the last second, though, and the brunette cursed. She really did need help, but was far to proud to admit that to anyone, especially a stranger that already seemed higher up on his high horse than need be.
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Instead of simply hanging there like a sack of potatoes, or hitting him some more, Minatsuki arched her back, craning her neck to get as good a look at his face as she could. She commented - not on the odd racially related one, but the second - with a snarl. "I'm not fucking spreading anything."
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