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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 0:09:06 GMT -5
A piece of the Northwest Passage Way? Just what on earth is this little one going on about? Maybe Rajani had stumbled upon something perculiar, something she should really look into for her own MO. Right now, if there is a bounty on this girl's head, that is the least of her concern. Information is a lot more useful than some petty amount of money she could fetch with this one.
Now directly on top of her, Rajani reaches out with both arms to pull the other girl back before tossing her off to the side violently in an attempt to throw her off of her feet and onto the floor. In this move, Rajani herself almost found herself faceplanting into the floor, but somehow recovers - losing all of the momentum too suddenly to feel good about it.
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Post by north pole on Oct 11, 2010 0:45:46 GMT -5
As she was tossed and turned, her teeth pierced through the flesh of her small bottom lip, tearing her skin and releasing the red liquid ooze. With a soft thud and crunch, her body slammed into the snow. Rolling, tumbling, leaving a trail of blood. A purple mess sprawled across the white and black backdrop. Only a warped smile has traced this child's face. Her fingers would gather for snow as she slowly got back up. She tossed the round ball lightly back into her hand before chucking it at Rajani.
What was this chick doing, flinging her like a rag doll? Stupid humans. Obviously being ignorant becuase they don't care. Now she was mad. How dare this forgein bitch march into the North just to prove that she was right. This place was filthy. Oh, how she just wished to return home in solitude.
The blood boiling between her flesh and bone didn't stop her from smiling like a nut crack. Nor did it stop her from reasoning. The tempermental child just wanted to get back at the woman infront of her. She dashed forward, lurking down towards the ground. Her hand would plow through the snow, before she jumped up and thrusted massive snow clump, into Rajani's face.
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somalia
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 1:00:48 GMT -5
The snow felt like it was going to freeze her face off, but she overcame the sudden bitter temperatures her body fell to and quickly grabbed the girl by her collar with both hands. Lifting her up off the floor, a slightly ticked look on her face, she tries her best to put on a plastic smile before shaking the other violently. "Quit chucking snow at me. What are you, a brat?" It's a rhetorical question, one she didn't want an answer from. "I've got you, it's over, so...calm down." Her voice hesitates as she watches the blood drip from the other's lips, the sight kind of off-putting when the blood is pouring out of such a weak looking little girl.
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Post by north pole on Oct 11, 2010 1:14:24 GMT -5
"First you ravage me like a rag doll, and then demand I speak my name? Quite the introduction there Ms. Outsider."
She expects me to calm down? What pathetic excuse of a person would I be if i didn't resist conquest? There was no reason for her not to resist. Rajani was far from intimidating (but she's comparing this with Russia who's obviously the scariest thing on the planet.) She cursed this damned disease that weakened her to this extent. She blamed the selfish wretched beings time and time again.
The girl's tiny legs swung back and forth, kicking just below Rajani's chest. The heels of her mary janes dug inbetween her ribs repeatedly. She then gasped as if breathing for air, consequentally opening her mouth and bearing her canines into those dirty brown hands. Chomp! Ick. Chewing, knawing, and biting until she was released from Rajani's hands in whatever fashion it may be. [/blockquote]
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somalia
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 1:25:57 GMT -5
Luckily Rajani's think parka made the stabbing motion of the other's feet feel like gentle pokes that almost made her want to laugh. It isn't until the other began clawing and biting that Rajani pulls one hand back and backhands the female she's got within her grasp to try and control her. I suppose anyone witnessing this isn't necessarily a big concern of hers.
Outsider, that's...got a nice ring to it. "Your name. What is it? Who are you?" Rajani speaks in a calculating manner, being precise and unmoving by any of the other's failing motions to attempt and break free of her grasp. Relatively speaking, Rajani is much more of a woman than this child is, fully capable of breaking some mannerisms into her if she has to.
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Post by north pole on Oct 11, 2010 1:41:40 GMT -5
"You really aren't from these parts. Kekeke..." Then all movement stopped. The girl's grin slowly retracting to an eerie smile. Perhaps she was cooling down. It was only natural that a passionate child would return to their original state once they let out steam. She giggled at the question (first you said it was rhetorical, now you want to know. How silly.)
"I am what they call the North Pole. Marina Lapointe. It is a pleasure to meet you," she spoke with cheer? Her eyes glowed from the malvolent thoughts that rattled in her childish mind. Such a warped child indeed. One could only imagine the ordeal she must have gone through in such a short span of a life. Oh how she wished she could just return back home in solitude.
"Thanks for helping me lose Kumajiro. But I think you might have a problem leaving here if you went back down South."
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 1:48:11 GMT -5
Rajani couldn't believe that in her hands she held the North Pole, what was she doing here in Canada anyhow? Something strange is going on, probably not all together important...but strange nonetheless. Eyeballing the other carefully, as if trying to detect if she is lying or not, Rajani carefully sets the other down on her feet without hesitation. She feels as if the other is quite calm now, and if not she'll just cap her ass - or something.
"Yeah, you're right." Rajani speaks, her voice suddenly having a heavy african accent. Her hands stuff themselve sinside of her parka's pockets, her head tilting downward as she tries to reassess the situation. "What would anyone want with you, devil?"
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Post by north pole on Oct 11, 2010 2:09:05 GMT -5
As soon as Marina's feet sunk into the snow, she smoothed over her dress and pulled up her petticoat. She then began to retie her now lopsided pink bow while answering Rajani's question.
Hmph! Not even going to tell me her name. "I've got buried treasure, something everyone wants. I'm sure you want a piece of it too. That's how you humans are. Greedy till no end, and won't even let a dying child have peace," she spoke matter-of-factly.
Marina's hands ran through her twintails, detangling the knots, and separating the layering. Finally letting go of a strand of hair she was inspecting for split ends, she placed her hands at her hips and looked up at Rajani.
"Anymore questions?"
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 2:15:00 GMT -5
"What kind of treasure is it?" Rajani immediately asks before the other could finish her statement, trying her best not too seem too anxious about what it is the other's hiding. Sure, a maternal part of her was worried about the "dying" part, but right now the cold hard bitch that she is wouldn't allow her the time to really care about the small details.
"Who exactly is 'everyone'? Who else knows about this? What're you doing here in Canada?" More questions upon questions, no sign of empathy or care for the other's situations. Rajani wouldn't let her guard down, she's still ready to chase after the other once more if she makes a run for it. "I like your hair."
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Post by north pole on Oct 11, 2010 2:39:29 GMT -5
"Just like everyone else. Not a care in the world," she proceeded to giggle mockingly at Rajani. "I wouldn't blame you for not knowing our little politics Ms. Outsider. But chances are, someone as small as yourself...let's just say you won't be able to get your grubby hands on it any time soon." Marina gave a heavy sigh. Her arrogant smile still plastered on her childish face. Her eyes staring straight into Rajani without shrinking away.
Now, it can't be too hard to understand why the North Pole would be in Canada. Especially since Santa's address is Canada, not the North Pole. It was pretty much self explanitory. To Canada it was at least. Perhaps Rajani needed a little bit of help.
"It's not that surprising is it?" a pause, "I should be asking you that, Ms. Outsider. Why are you in Canada? Someone as brown as yourself, you surely belong on another continent." [/blockquote]
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