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riverviewlogs2017-06-17 07:56 pm
venturer) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-17 07:56 pm
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[closed] felt it in my fist, in my feet
who: anne bonny and john wick
what: the beginning of a beautiful friendship
when: before the Butterfly Effect event
where: a random alley
warnings: Violence. Foul language.
[Anne's opinions of this place change about as often as the weather - for the first half of the first week she'd hated it, wanted to go home; last half of the first week and through most of the second, and she'd been getting used to it, started to think this place might be better'n back home, might be a place she could try to bring Jack to, so they can have a better life. Right now, she's starting to reconsider that.
Somehow, her look had gotten it into some idiots' heads that she was backwards because she was from the 'past' and couldn't protect herself, something about whether she had pieces of eight in her pockets. It had turned into a half-hearted attempt at a mugging but now it's a bloody mess. What the muggers and jeerers hadn't realized was that Anne had a cutlass in her jacket, and what she hadn't realized was just how bad her chest and sides and gut were still aching after that fight back home. Normally, she'd have cleared these fucks out with a few clean swipes, but as it is, she's barely keeping her feet after one of them slammed a fist into the most broken parts of her ribs.
Grunting with pain, she refuses to give up, teeth grit and eyes wild as she swings the cutlass again, staggering a little as she charges the toughest of them, some fuck with lizard skin that's harder to get through than leather, cutlass held at the ready. As she moves, stomping toward the guy with fire in her eyes and a sneer on her lips, she lets out a guttural battle cry.]
what: the beginning of a beautiful friendship
when: before the Butterfly Effect event
where: a random alley
warnings: Violence. Foul language.
[Anne's opinions of this place change about as often as the weather - for the first half of the first week she'd hated it, wanted to go home; last half of the first week and through most of the second, and she'd been getting used to it, started to think this place might be better'n back home, might be a place she could try to bring Jack to, so they can have a better life. Right now, she's starting to reconsider that.
Somehow, her look had gotten it into some idiots' heads that she was backwards because she was from the 'past' and couldn't protect herself, something about whether she had pieces of eight in her pockets. It had turned into a half-hearted attempt at a mugging but now it's a bloody mess. What the muggers and jeerers hadn't realized was that Anne had a cutlass in her jacket, and what she hadn't realized was just how bad her chest and sides and gut were still aching after that fight back home. Normally, she'd have cleared these fucks out with a few clean swipes, but as it is, she's barely keeping her feet after one of them slammed a fist into the most broken parts of her ribs.
Grunting with pain, she refuses to give up, teeth grit and eyes wild as she swings the cutlass again, staggering a little as she charges the toughest of them, some fuck with lizard skin that's harder to get through than leather, cutlass held at the ready. As she moves, stomping toward the guy with fire in her eyes and a sneer on her lips, she lets out a guttural battle cry.]