Description: Like the bad girl (?) she is, Poison Kiss has wormed her way into Pacific High. By random (?) chance, Marisol happens upon the woman working her womanly (?) charms on the less-upright students of the school. The result? A fight! (This log is not endorsed by William H. Sessions)
Pacific High -- once a bastion of Western first-world civilization in the midst of these yellow savages, now succumbed to the vices and temptations that overrun the untamed concrete jungle of Southtown. This may or may not be true, but it's a given that there are indeed bad apples out to ruin things for the bunch -- American kids enamored with the idea of the Yakuza, playing at their own little make-believe version by yelling at teachers, cutting class, wearing outlandish 1980s punk clothes, and flashing switchblades around.
In short, something must be done.
'Damn right something must be done,' thought enterprising young drug dealer Poison Kiss; 'these little creeps aren't /nearly/ high as hell enough to be a real gang of toughs!' And that is why she's in one of Pacific's classrooms, having crept in by pretending to be the new volleyball instructor and making a few very jiggly phantom volleys for the benefit of the security guards.
The music classroom is conveniently unused, and Poison is there with five of the youths, four boys and a girl. One of them, the distinct leader, stands in front of her; Poison herself is seated on the desk at the head of the room, eating an apple. "I hope you kids don't think you're getting such a good price just becuase I /like/ you," Poison says, mouth half full of apple. "Mad Gear's gonna expect some favors in /return/, y'know."
For whatever reason, Marisol O'Connell, Pacific High's loud-mouth, brash and bold boxer with a reputation, has decided she'd cut out of her English literature class early. It was boring anyway; who the hell wants to read old, stuffy books and tales when the majority of them have been made into movies thanks to Hollywood? At least movies were faster.
"Heh, who needs Shakespeare literature," the girl mutters aloud to herself, arms crooked and raised, positioned behind her head as she saunters along through empty hallways. "I'll ace the test. All I need to do is pick up that Leonardo DiCaprio version and I should be set." It's totally a close adaptation and entirely faithful to its source material.
"This class is way too easy--what?"
Her footsteps stall outside the often-abandoned music room, gray eyes peering toward the door as she hears the sound of faint voices from behind. Creeping up upon it, she peers through the window and surveys what lay beyond. Some desperate-looking posers and some pink-haired woman she's never seen before. Squinting a touch, Marisol boldly pushes the doors open.
"So is this where the anime club was forced to meet? I guess you guys are doing your cosplaying, huh?" She looks pointedly at Poison before she peers at the other students. "Which one of you is supposed to be that dork from Dragon Ball. There's always at least one who dresses like a Dragon Ball character."
There is a pregnant pause in the room, and then the sound of six knives flicking open in sextaphonic sound.
Poison drops her apple to the ground, just inches from the trashbin, indicating that she had to consciously attempt to not get it into the basket and make a gross apple mess. She looks over at the kids she was just bullying into a 'good deal' (read: 150% of market price). "Do you know this kid? Did the special needs wrangler lose track of her for a minute or something?"
"She ain't one of us," one of the punks sputters. "Let's get her!"
The kids are about to charge, when Poison stands up, spinning the knife in one hand, and 'chunk'ing it into the desktop so hard that they stop. "Yeah, let's call more attention to this deal, good plan. Allow the pro, new fish." Poison turns toward Marisol, rolling her eyes and stepping forward. "You. Beat it. Go back to the kiddie table. This is adult stuff."
"Oh," the girl comments dryly, gray eyes hooding just a touch at the sight and sound before her.
"Uhh, so I guess you anime nerds really don't like Dragon Ball?"
But just when things seem like they're pretty dour for the half-Spaniard student, the 'leader' of the delinquent troop steps forward and tells her underage goons to stand down. Marisol, on the other hand, maintains a relatively calm composure, eyes shifting from unfamiliar face to unfamiliar face before, finally, her gray gaze settles upon the mysterious pink-haired woman. Only briefly does her gaze shift to the knife stabbed in the desk. Oh the music class teacher is going to be pissed.
"Plan? Well, whatever." Rolling her shoulders as Poison steps forward, the redhead brazenly puffs her chest up a bit as SHE steps forward. "Nah, I think I'm going to stay right here. This room has a really nice view of the courtyard below, and it's time for an afternoon nap, so." Gesturing idly over a shoulder, the girl smirks.
"I'll let you guys excuse yourself first, 'cause I wouldn't want to hurt someone."
"Right, right," Poison says, reaching up to adjust her officer's hat slightly. "Well, that's perfectly reasonable. Isn't it, kids?"
The youthful would-be gang murmur amongst themselves, a few giving Poison the eye like 'what is this dumb bitch doing.' Poison seems unconcerned. "I mean, she just wants a nap, right?" Poison looks over her shoulder, smiles, and shrugs at her pathetic bunch of young charges.
Then, suddenly, Poison snaps around, attempting to grab Marisol by the throat. "Unfortunately, I'm not really 'reasonable people.'"
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Poison
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Poison's Quick Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Poison
"Oh good, thanks for being so understanding," the redhead replies, smirking a bit as she watches Poison and her flock of no-goods clamor amongst themselves. Their words fall upon deaf ears--the only person Marisol has any remote interest is Poison. She seems like she's the biggest threat of the bunch, and she's the one 'in charge' here.
"Well now that we have that out of the way I guess you guys will be going no--"
Surprisingly, Poison suddenly whips about and grabs Marisol by her neck, causing the girl to make an odd choking sound. But soon enough her eyes narrow, fixed on the pink-haired pusher(wo)man(?), the faintest hints of a toothy smirk given.
"Gotta...try better than...that--!"
Then, suddenly, Marisol swings a leg up and attempts to swiftly kick the other woman in the stomach in an effort to both cause pain and get her the hell off of her neck!
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Marisol's Light Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Poison
Poison keeps her grip on Marisol's throat, grunting as the girl grins back at her. Her own face is not particularly caught up in any one motion over the other; rather, she seems a little bored, both to counterbalance Marisol's sassy mutt smirk and because to her this is just business. When the red-haired teenager swings a leg up, Poison swings her free arm down, trying to hook Marisol under the knee and gain further leverage on her prey.
Of course, in doing so, Poison still catches a knee to the stomach, which gives her a slight pause. "Okay, kid, you're obviously too stupid to know any better, so allow Miss Poison to be your new teacher." Poison attempts to pull Marisol by the neck into a headlock, while keeping the one knee hooked -- "Lesson one, /consequences/."
Poison then swings herself backward, attempting to flip Marisol into what was in the early 90s known as nothing less than a Perfectplex, showing both her pro wrestling training and her ability to do a flawless back bend with the move's bridge. The goal being to slam Marisol spine-first into yon nearby desktop.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Poison's Strong Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Poison
All seems to be going according to plan up until Poison gets a little fresh and grabs the girl by the knee. Blinking once, her expression seems surprised before she blushes a little bit and remarks, in what is likely a faux-coy manner, "I don't think that's proper student-teacher etiquette, ma'am."
Before the girl knows it, the so-called 'Miss Poison' is suddenly gripping the half-Spaniard girl by the neck and threatening to suffocate her, all while keeping her knee in check. Offering a low grunt of annoyance, the redhead begins mulling the best way to handle this really awkward situation. "I'm gonna warn ahead of time," she offers, just before she's slammed into the desktop. With a bit of annoying squirming, the girl manages to dampen the blow, but not without a bit of bruising and consequence.
"Oh ow," the girl manages, pulling herself off the desk before she dusts herself off for no real reason. "Like I was saying..." Lunging forward, the Pacific student attempts to close in on Poison and deliver a hook punch with her right hand right into the side of Poison's deceivingly pretty face. "I'm a REALLY bad at taking advice!"
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Poison
Poison ducks -- keeping her hat in place with a hand pressed down on it, as she lets the punch whiz by. "You're also really bad at hitting your target, it looks like," she snarks mercilessly, prompting some of her goonish child pseudo-friends to issue token degenerate chuckles and guffaws.
Coming up from below, Poison pulls her hat off with the hand that was keeping it on -- "But let's just see /how/ thick-skulled you really /are/!" The Mad Gear vixen lunges up and forward, utilizing something that she could arguably make far better use of in other ways -- her brain.
That is, the skull surrounding her brain, as she attempts to drive her head into Marisol's nose.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Headbutt from Poison with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Poison
"Hey shut up!" the girl counters as Poison ducks and weaves aside, drawing a nasty looking sneer across the half-Spaniard girl's full lips. At least she's not as big of a pushover as she'd wagered, what with her choice of 'goons' and all. Goons who are fortunately keeping themselves out of the tussle, much to the redhead's liking.
"Oh FINE then!" Marisol barks in response, getting ready to smack her head into Poison's about the same time she comes up and drives it for the center of Marisol's face. Unfortunately, while the plan looked good on proverbial paper AND seemed like a pretty bad ass attempt at the time, it doesn't QUITE pan out and, as a result, leaves the girl stumbling back clutching a bleeding nose.
"Damn it...that kind of hurt!"
"Really? No, honestly, I'm shocked," Poison says, letting all the life drain out of her voice so that her statement comes out as a limp post-deadpan statement, which elicits further chuckles from the peanut gallery. "Poor /baby/," Poison says, putting a bit more enthusiasm into her sarcasm.
"You brought this on yourself, kid," Poison says, rushing forward to suddenly swing up a long, lean leg and try and clock Marisol in the jaw with her foot -- her balance is amazing considering that she's wearing sharp spike heels. "You could have walked away!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Poison's Light Kick.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Poison
Oh that's it. She did not just...
Smirking sharply from behind her hand, Marisol's gray eyes narrow fiercely as Poison chides her, her hand pulling away from a now-bleeding nose. Steadying her balance, the redhead shakes off the numb ache in her head before she clenches her hands, fists held at chest level. Poor baby? "Ha ha, walk away? Brought this upon myself? You make it sound like I regret this!"
The lean leg comes in, aimed for the girl's jaw, but Marisol doesn't let it hit; instead, a forearm snaps up and intercepts it, shoving it fiercely aside as she then moves forward. Attempting to close in the now-small gap with a fierce punch to Poison's stomach, she'll follow up with a grab of Poison's noggin and attempt to drive it into Marisol's knee before she shoves the woman back and tries to kick her in the face with a sneaker. "COME ON!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Poison with Chain Reaction.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Poison
"Ung-- nnmf-- UNGH!" Poison eats sole, the combination of attacks sending her reeling back toward the teacher's desk where she started, falling to her knees and catching herself on the furniture. Letting out a heaving breath, she touches her lip, which is freshly split. "Trust me -- you /will/," she says, voice sounding more bitter and angry now.
Reaching over for the knife she'd previously planted, Poison pulls it out of the desk with the sound of wood breaking, and flips it in her hand so that she's holding the weapon by its tip, between two fingers. Then, as she stands, Poison suddenly casts her body forward and /hurls/ the knife, sending the stabbing tool spinning toward Marisol!
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Marisol with Knife Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Poison
"Ha ha can't say I do!" Marisol replies as Poison is sent back and forced onto her knees, like so many unaware young men dream of. The girl just smirks sharply and lets a fist curl tightly at her side, gray eyes wide and almost too eager as Poison spits back a bitter and nasty-sounding rejoinder. Hey, the angrier they are the harder they fight.
And Marisol really wants a fight.
The knife pulled from the desk, Marisol blinks a bit before she scoffs, watching as it's suddenly hurled at her. Her attempts to be cool and catch it out of the air fail and, as a result, the knife lodges into the half-Spaniard girl's shoulder, sending her reeling back before she grunts and straightens up.
"Ow, goddamn, who bring as a knife to fights these days??" the girl asks to no one in particular as she pulls it free, wincing visibly before she shakes her arm out. Finally 'well' enough in her mind to carry on, the redhead smirks a bit before she charges in, attempting to grab Poison by the throat, choke and then headbutt the Nazi hat-wearing woman clean in the head. "RAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Marisol's Improvised Grapple.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Poison
Poison catches Marisol's head, rebuffing the attack just enough to swerve herself out of harm's way -- and break free of the sudden throat-grapple. The pink-haired malcontent adjusts her hat, laughing -- despite her appropriately feminine voice, there's undoubtedly something nasty and ugly about her laugh. "Are you that rattled that you're /already/ resorting to copying my moves?"
Poison gets in close again -- "Wow -- I didn't really mean to /get/ you that /bad/ with the knife. Seriously. Does it hurt bad when I do, uh, this?" Poison then lunges, swinging a fist right toward the wound in Marisol's shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Poison's Power Strike!!
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Poison
"Hey stop doing that," Marisol grouses as Poison avoids it and laughs, the words not really said with any intention for a proper response. It's more of an externalized complaint than anything else. When the woman stops to adjust her hat and chide the redhead, she just rolls her shoulders in a lazy shrug and smirks. "Rattled? No way. Don't get too flattered, lady!"
She moves again, closing in on Marisol who just shoots a lazy look to Poison before she smiles. The convincingly-female brawler punches her in the shoulder, but the redhead responds with little more than a light 'oof' before she shakes her head. "Naaah. Hey, does it hurt when I do this??"
And like a shot from a gun the girl suddenly unloads four nasty hook punches at Poison, attempting to stun the pink-haired vixen before she reels back. Coiling her arm tightly, muscles tense painfully tight before she slams her fist forward like a piston into the center of Poison's chest with enough nasty force to send her flying back if she isn't careful. "HRAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Poison with Atom Smasher.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Poison
The punch is indeed enough force, and it's not careful -- because Poison is punched right in her surprisingly realistic big fake boobs so hard that she slams through a wall, into a currently-occupied geometry class. The scourge of every sale on cutoffs nationwide hurtles into the seated children like a game of horrifying tenpin bowling, causing panic to erupt as a bunch of kids are knocked around, largely into each other. The teacher stands there, gaping in abject horror.
Poison gets up, clutching at her sternum and wheezing. "K-- Koff... some kids you guys are teaching here," she groans at the teacher, before charging back through the wall.
As she does, though, Poison takes one of the desks that the kid was at -- you know, one of those seats with the little arm platform to put your books on. With a "Haa-aagh!" Poison /hurls/ it at Marisol.
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Poison's Large Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Poison
Well...damn.
Not really intending on punching Poison through the WALL, Marisol looks a bit horrified when the fake-breasted pink-haired vixen(?) busts through drywall and lands into the center of the adjacent classroom. Frowning a bit, the half-Spaniard mulls over the consequences her actions will have later down the line, especially with how traumatized a few students look and the horrified teacher.
Furrowing her thin red brows, Marisol just puckers her lips a bit as Poison gets back onto her feet, gray eyes hooding a bit before she spares a glance to the teacher. "Sorry about that," she replies, just as Poison grips the now-empty desk and hurls it at her. Whipping aside, she lets the thing clumsily pinwheel past her, slamming noisily into a few chairs and music stands.
"You STILL won't give up??" she asks as she suddenly moves forward, charging after Poison with a coiled fist. If she should get close enough to the delinquent herder she reels her fist back and swings low, attempting to deliver a nasty underhanded gut blow. "HRAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Marisol's Fierce Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Poison
"I'm not some pissy little high school student!" Poison growls, continuing her charge forward and using the momentum to spin off to one side, avoiding the blow to her stomach. This is actually a complicated and somewhat admirable maneuver in heels as high as hers, and were she not a transsexual criminal with a bad attitude and a taste for trying to sleep with men she's framed and sent to prison, well, someone somewhere might appreciate her for it.
All the same, Poison tries to hook her arm around Marisol's. "Ugh, will you quit it with all the screaming like that?!" the Mad Gear mainstay scoffs. "Why not just wear a t-shirt saying 'I'M AS QUEER AS I AM BUTCH' and be done with it already? /Real/ ladies know how to exert themselves without sounding like they have mad cow -- like /so/! Haah!" Poison then tries to flip Marisol onto the ground with textbook hiptoss.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Marisol with Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Poison
"Then why the hell are you here?" the redhead argues swiftly back. Inwardly, Marisol curses as Poison nimbly dodges her strike, gray eyes flickering aside and attempting to watch the strange Nazi-hat wearing woman. How does she move so easily in those heels??
Not that Marisol really has time to dwell upon it. Seconds after the woman avoids her punch she loops around her arm like some creepy snake and scoffs. For a second the girl seems pretty surprised. Then she looks pretty angry. "ARGH WHY YOU--!!"
Flipped into the ground, Marisol hits with a loud oof, eyes widening before they hood sharply. Winded a bit, she pulls herself from the floor and quickly dusts her rear off before she clenches a fist. "Oh that's it," she growls, curling her hands into a fist once more. "I didn't mind you much before but now--"
Dashing forward with arms raised, Marisol attempts to deliver a quick but beefy one-two right into Poison's pretty mug. "I'M PRETTY PISSED OFF!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Poison with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Poison
Poison takes one punch, then the other, the second one sending her snapping backward and crumpling to the floor, where she lays like an Andrew Wyeth painting for a moment, touching the blood running from her nose. "I'm a /businesswoman/ with a /vested interest/ in this /demographic/, you /bitch/," Poison snorts, the huffy tone turning venomous on the last syllable.
Poison pushes herself upward, grabbing her hat off the ground and fixing it back onto her head. She doesn't charge at Marisol -- she just walks up calmly, strutting as if she were on a Fashion Week runway. "And /you/," she says, aiming to deliver a solid punch to the gut out of pretty much nowhere, "are /fucking up my cashflow/, Jodie Foster."
If the punch hits, what happens next is all but academic -- if you're a pro wrestling fan, that is. Poison wraps her arms around Marisol and hefts her upwards by her midsection, flipping her up so that the student is turned around in mid-grasp -- and then dropping forward into a kneel, letting Marisol's precious young spine smash into Poison's toughened kneecap.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Marisol with Backbreaker.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Poison
"Hey," Marisol calls after, tipping her chin upwards a bit arrogantly as she looks toward Poison. Slowly a thin smile edges its way across her full lips, brows slightly furrowed as she speaks. "Red looks pretty good on you." Lifting a finger she gestures to her nose idly.
But her weight shifts a bit thereafter, hands on her hips as she shoots the pink-haired pusher a disapproving sort of stare. "Businesswoman? Really? REALLY?" is her response, followed by a faint scoff. She says nothing immediately; instead, she just watches the woman's approach. "Yeah? What about--"
Punched in the gut. Man, what a bitch!
Before she knows it, Poison is grabbing her and tossing her into the air before she's grasped and ultimately brought down (painfully) across Poison's knee. It draws a loud 'HRRGH' from the girl who, as soon as she's let go, will fall briefly to the floor and groan.
"H-hey," she manages after a short bit, pulling back onto her feet. "Jodie Foster is a GOOD ACTRESS!"
With a now-enraged expression on her tanned face, Marisol lashes out and attempts to grab Poison by the collar of her low-cut shirt and her pants' hemline before she hefts her up and tries to hurl her at the nearest wall.
"I LIKED SILENCE OF THE LAMBS!"
COMBATSYS: Poison endures Marisol's Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Poison
As Marisol lunges for both of the most prominent articles of clothing Poison wears, scant though they may be, the pink-haired woman(?) makes a surprised face. "Jesus, it wasn't an /invitation/--" she starts to say, and before she knows it she's hitting the wall, cracking a blackboard clean in half and landing in a cloud of eraser dust. Her wifebeater is visibly torn, but luckily, Poison landed face down. She coughs up chalk shavings. "You-- little--"
Hurriedly tying her top back together, rendering it more decent but less modest in the process, Poison languidly rises to her feet, and stalks toward Marisol again. This time, though, she doesn't have any quip. She just starts walking /past/ Marisol -- but as she does, she shoots out a hand to try and grab the girl's hair.
And, should she get that grip, Poison halts long enough to try and smash Marisol's head into a nearby desk a good number of times, to the rhythm of "THAT -- WASN'T -- VERY -- NICE -- WAS IT -- BILLIE -- JEAN -- KING -- HUH?!"
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Marisol with Faceplanter.
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Breathing a bit heavy and looking really, really irritated, Marisol just glares as the puff of dust erupts and from it emerges a pink-haired Adonis--no, Venus. Frowning deeply, the redhead's hands just curl into tight fists, knuckles white as the woman comes stalking forward. Shoulders tense up a bit as she braces herself for come whatever may. But she's...leaving?
Oh, of course she's not!
Snared by the hair and drug to the nearest desk, Marisol is introduced to its smooth polished surface repeatedly before the girl is let go and left to her own devices. "J-jesus...oh that's it..."
Turning around with a bloodied face, the girl marches forward, her fists suddenly igniting with fiery yellow energy. She storms forth, intending on closing in on Poison, and with a flaming fist attempts to drive a straight punch into Poison's face, followed by a cross, before her body twists and both fists suddenly piston forward, a burst of pure chi erupting to blast the woman back. "ARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Marisol's El Matador.
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Poison whisks herself to the side like a true matador, watching Marisol with equal parts dismay, amusement, and repulsion. "Oh my god," she murmurs. "What the hell kind of school /is/ this?" she asks, looking over that the kids who she was trying to broker a deal with. "Because if I didn't know any better, I'd swear this place already /had/ a pipeline for this shit."
"Maybe those black kids--" one of the kids tries to suggest, before someone else whaps him in the chest pointedly.
Poison snorts. "Well, you guys are getting a good display in what you'll get if you don't pay your bills on time, know what I mean?" the vixen says flatly, before turning to face Marisol again. "You. Are you ready to just go away yet?" The question is not punctuated with a question mark, but rather with a pride-obliterating bitchslap.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Bitchslap from Poison with Snap Wind.
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And like a bull, Marisol's fists go sailing by, the girl's gray eyes widening a bit before she scowls and steps forward past Poison. She didn't really have much against the lady before, but when she called her a cow? Oh man, that was the line.
"What's that supposed to mean, anyway??" the girl grouses, rolling her shoulders a bit as the flames vanish from her fists. Really though, Marisol doesn't care much one way or another. All she wants to do at this point is pretty much hurt the swift-footed primadonna. If only she could punch her in the face--she's way too swift on her damn heels.
"Don't you have a job to go to or something??" Marisol asks, cracking her knuckles noisily. "And no, I'm not. I won't leave 'til you--"
SMACK.
Marisol's face turns a really, REALLY angry shade of red.
Without even saying a word the girl's fist snaps out and delivers a straight punch at Poison's face. But like a sprung trap Marisol jerks to life as soon as her fist makes contact, bending her knees lightly before she unleashes an uppercut right into the pink-haired woman's jaw. "ARGH!"
Poison is punched, like a bitchslap-vs.-uppercut game of rock-em-sock-em robots. She staggers backwards, letting out a snort of blood and a general look of exasperated exhaustion, as if the latest punch to the head succeeded in knocking something loose. "Uhhgh," she murmurs, clutching at her temple. "Wh-- god-- god dammit," she finally groans, before surging back forward.
Poison's fist is reared back, in a violent haymaker that she doesn't even -- possibly can't even aim. It surges forward with what feels like the last ounce of strength in Poison's thin form, eyes rolling back into her head before the swing is even complete.
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached second wind!
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COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Power Strike from Poison with Uppercut Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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"Goddamn, can't you stay down??" Marisol calls, looking rather peeved at the situation she's facing. Frowning deeply as Poison comes in with a really awkward-looking attempt to haymaker the crap out of her, Marisol holds her ground until the very last minute. If she wants to play that way, well, she'll just try to uppercut the woman into the next story above. Maybe her head will get stuck in the ceiling and she'll be forced to stop? It sounds like a fool-proof plan.
Unfortunately, Marisol's plans don't quite go as she intends. Just when the girl begins to drop low and drive a fist right into the woman's face, Poison's arm swings in and catches the redhead in the throat, a loud 'rhghrhgh' sound slipping past her lips before she flies back into an arrangement of chairs stacked up with a loud, noisy crash and clatter.
"D-damn I am kind of ...hungry," the girl manages before she lays back and closes her eyes. "Urrrgh..."
Poison stops herself from pitching forward at the last possible instant, eyes fluttering as she comes to the realization that she /didn't/ pass out after all. "--uh?" she says, looking down at Marisol fading into unconsciousness.
Then, Poison looks at the hole leading into the next classroom, where students are watching in amazement and shock. Then, Poison hears school security scampering up the hallway. Turning to the students she was dealing with before, she says, "Pick up the first package downtown in a week. You know the spot. I'm out of here, and you prrrobably should be too. You get caught, keep my name out of your mouths or you'll be sorry."
Collecting her hat and knife, Poison slips out of one of the classroom's windows, tumbling into the bushes and making a run for it.
COMBATSYS: Poison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:50:27 01/29/2009 by Marisol, and last modified on 02:30:01 02/04/2009.