Description: Former team-mates against Ryu and Ken's most recent challenge to the world, Sakura confronts "MURDERHOUSE" Mick, who reveals possible reasons for his sour disposition...if he's telling the truth. But is his rant understood as such by the younger, more innocent fighter?
Big Brother. That'd been what she said. She said it when Mick damn near broke her skull open like a pinata, and that forlorn look in the girls eyes hit Mick in a way he hadn't been hit since joining the professional circuit. The big man was now walking away from that fight, still dressed for it, hockey mask of course strapped tight to his face. He didn't bother avoiding people in his path, they either moved out the way, or were shrugged past, sent into walls, or windows, or the gutter. To say he was in a bad mood was to say the moon was big, but tonight it was...different, somehow.
The Hibiki Dojo had been dark, so sign of Dan-san or anyone staying in there at the moment though honestly he should have locked the place up a littler better. An afternoon spent using the space for a little training and then some manual labour giving the place a quick sprucing up began to drag on as she found mess carefully swept aside. Honestly, she hadn't even been gone that long for them to make so much mess even if they had tried to hide it from her.
Kicking her shoes back on and giving the place one last once over for anything out of place (which wasn't hard since a pretty large empty space.) Sakura calls out "I'm taking off!" and slides the door shut.
Checking her cellphone she smiles at the text 'Dinners in the oven -Love Mom,' her stomach growling and the early night time ambiance playing havoc with her sense of time she begins to run home, running everywhere was just part of her everyday training and she always made pretty good-*BUMP* she runs face first into a wall-like object right in the middle of the pavement, craning back up into a sitting position and rubbing at her buttocks and lower back she hisses through her teeth
"Ow ow-owow"
He had been stalking through the streets, the people of Chinatown mostly giving him a wide berth. He looked up, smelled the spices and foreign cooking oils, he saw the lanterns hanging throughout the city, and heard the busy chatter and bustle all around him. That humans could be so similar in one regard...and then be so completely alien toward one another. In thought, he didn't notice a little Japanese schoolgirl smashing right into him. He didn't give, but she did, and he watched her careen, landing hard on her keister. After a moment, she might notice the shadow that was "MURDERHOUSE" Mick standing right over her, his steel-toe boots between her knees, and if she looked up, those unblinking freakish eyes stared right at her...almost through her. This happened for a long time before he bent down, and...offered his hand. If she accepted, he would find hoisting her to her feet quite an easy task.
"Sorry. Didn't see you there."
His voice right then couldn't be called 'friendly', but it also wasn't dripping with its usual malice and venom. It also seemed like he was content to just leave it at that, as if they never fought together against Ryu and Ken, as if he never threw her like a shapely Japanese javelin at her mentor. He started to walk away, it seemed she was already forgotten, as far as he was concerned. If she left it at that, that is...
Climbing back to her feet quickly Sakura executes a quick bow and begins to apologise for rudely bumping into someone else. She colour flooding her cheeks as she suddenly notes the huge steel toed boots she is looking right down at. Ah-cha, he was a big guy. Slowly casting her eyes up she eventually gets to too wide chest and then the hockey mask.
Her finger stabs at him in an accusatory manner and she cries
“Aaaa, You!!”
The MURDERHOUSE was not entirely unfamiliar with the man even before he had tried swinging for that stands and trying to strike Ryu using her as the bat, turning on his own team-mate rather than fighting together.
Theres a definite feeling of unease being close to the man again, definitely some 'unresolved trust issues' if they were ever to have expected to have worked together again.
She fumbles for and picks up her satchel briefcase before realizing he had actually said sorry, at least for bumping into her.. which he had.. clearly. Dusted off and "I'm fine. It was my fault" her voice strained as she forces just that out.
Mick looked down at her, and even at his nicest, he wasn't very nice. His eyes narrowed beneath that mask, and the seven foot Irish monster bent his knees a bit, so that their eyes could attempt to be a fraction more level. He spoke softly, not being impressed with her schoolgirl underdog shtick, although from that fight, he recognized readily that she had some definite skill to her.
"Aaah? Me? Mind telling me what the fuck that's supposed to mean, little girl?"
Sakura can almost feel her teeth grinding "How am I supposed to react?" if Ryu were not the fighter he was, that could have been quite harmful to her, to speak nothing of ending their team battle with a move that may have taken them both out. Sakura is not a child, a young woman and one that has fought countless battles (well she couldn't hazard a guess) so beyond her recollection.
The much smaller girl folds her arms and is forced to look up at Mick though she really isn't all that impressed. The difference between knowing someone by reputation and knowing someone had meant she had given Mick the Murderhouse a chance, and fought alongside him.
"You tried using me like a Bat, its only because of Ryu-Sensei I wasn't hurt."
She doesn't have much time for him after that, who would! Its one thing to fight power opponents, its another to have the people on your side turn on you.
By now, every passerby had given them the entire street to themselves, in this world, such a confrontation rarely ended without a spin-kick or energy blast of some variety. And given that a girl like Sakura might be recognized for her exploits, and Mick definitely looked like a dangerous individual, such thinking was usually prudent.
But Mick wasn't in the mood right now. He sneered, and started walking around Sakura, almost dangerously, as he casually started adjusting his elbow pad.
"Oh. and I suppose if our situations weren't reversed, you wouldn't have done the same? If it meant you got the win, am I honesty supposed to think you'd give a -damn- what happened to me? I think you should be a fuckin' comedian, you're about to make me laugh."
Given his tone of voice, the look in his eyes and his body language, somehow that seemed unlikely...
So that's it, Sakura drops her chin, and makes the conscious effort to let all that resentment go. Naturally good spirited and friendly she doesn't like dwelling on events like as took place in their match and wondering why things happened as they did. She swings her satchel up onto her shoulder gently, looking quite relaxed and says in a speaks softly.
"You'd be surprised."
Especially in a match like where she was depending on them because they face men who were as living legends. /But/ she can let that go, Murderhouse openly expresses his distrust of others, even of her. AS far as she knows her reputation didn't say anything about her taking cheap shots or having turned on any of her opponents.
Still exaggeratedly deep in thought she wonders if anyone has been spreading rumors to the contrary.. possibly Karin... Sakura could see her now 'Ohohoho Sakura, now you will have to face me if you want to clear your name.' she shudders at the thought. Fighting Karin in of itself was fun but the laugh. Oh! The Laugh.
At her statement...THIS seemed to infuriate him. The big man glared down, and rolled his neck, letting the bones crack. If she tried to walk away, he'd step in her path. If she tried the other way, he'd step there, too. He stopped her, with a hand gently 'nudging' her shoulder, but gentle nudges from Mick weren't gentle nudges. He spoke, not knowing about the train of thought the schoolgirl was on, and not caring.
"Ahhh, fuck you. Not surprised? You're a little lass who got her feelings hurt, by the big, mean wrestler. I can accept that, but if you think I did anything wrong or bad, you're fuckin' daft. But ohhh, you're right, I'd be surprised. Walk with your little brother to school, BAM!" He timed this by miming an invisible gun, poking his finger against her forehead before pulling the trigger.
"A bullet hits through his wee little skull, you gotta hold him while he dies, that's a fuckin' surprise! Love of your life decides, stupidly, to throw something away in a wastebin, it goes kaboom, an' you gotta sit with her husband in the hospital while you hear her screaming in pain, life's just a big surprise, ain't it lass? But you're right, I wasn't your best buddy in the fight, I didn't hold your little hand an' check the bowl for monsters before you went, that's a real act of evil, ain't it?"
He got low, got in her face, his eyes trying to burn a hole right through her...and with the gift he didn't realize he had, that might have been possible if he'd concentrated enough. He spoke low, just for her to hear.
"So, keep doing what you want, be like your big boyfriend there, fight with honor, give everyone a big Colgate smile an' let the public just love the adorable little schoolgirl with a stupid crush. I'll go and do my thing, and next time you see me in the street? You can just fuck off like anyone else in the world. How's that for a bad guy?"
He didn't care what she did next, he'd storm past her, stalking his way home, his right fist clenched so hard, blood started oozing from the palm of his hand. He didn't even feel it.
Log created on 18:52:30 12/08/2011 by MURDERHOUSE, and last modified on 21:19:01 12/08/2011.