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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 19:53:34 GMT -5
She grunted as her face met the wall, nose breaking and bones bruising. That and the neck cuts down her back only pissed the Toy off and she immediately jerked her foot back to crashe into the cultists kneecap again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 20:00:40 GMT -5
The broken knee did little to deter her from dragging the woman's face across the wall. "Do you always like pissing people off or am I just lucky?" she asked as she pulled the puppet's head back to face her.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 20:03:21 GMT -5
As blood dripped from her nose and into her mouth she spat it and her venom in the other's face. "I wouldn't....call it lucky bitch." Rayne twisted her body to wrap a leg around the white haired woman's waist and throw her off balance, sending the two crashing to the floor with her on top. The second the hit the floor her fist was going for the tallers face yet again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 20:08:46 GMT -5
She grabbed the fist before it could reach her and twisted it. "You are gross." She grabbed the woman's throat and rolled them over. She ran a slick, black tongue over her own cheek, taking in the tainted blood. "But can't say you don't taste delightful."
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 20:11:02 GMT -5
Now that was disgusting. Rayne gagged, the action choked by the hand on her throat and the pain of a twisted arm. Struggling she rammed her other fist under the woman's jaw, hoping the send those teeth that looked too sharp cutting up into that wrong wrong wrong tongue.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 20:16:12 GMT -5
A slight sting came from the hit, causing her teeth to cut into her tongue, but she couldn't stop grinning. She leaned over the woman as tar poured from the cut and slipped onto the puppeteer's face.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 20:26:15 GMT -5
She screamed at that, the dark sludge cold on her skin and it was on her she was touching this woman with her bare skin and there was tar everywhere and- Rayne lost it. Jerking her twisted hand out of the other's grip she started wailing on the other with her fists, aiming for everything she could will writhing below and trying to toss her off.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 20:31:31 GMT -5
Chronic's eyes widened gleefully at the panicked flailing as she lifted her head out of the range of the woman's fists. The hits didn't have nearly the bite they had before. The tar still spilled over her, moving up her arms and over her torso, weighing her down and slowing her movements.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 20:47:15 GMT -5
Disgusting disgusting "DISSSSSGUSSSSSTING!" she screamed, tear at the tar as slitted pupils widened in horror. She couldn't- it was everywhere- wrong it was wrong- another strangled scream left her lips and she did the only thing she could think of. Pushing past the weight of the tar Rayne slammed her head against the other womans.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 20:57:27 GMT -5
There was a crack as Chronic's nose broke. Her hands covered her nose as it bleed profusely. "You should be more careful when you're trying to kiss someone," she grumbled as she set it. She wiped her face clean, the tar removing itself easily from her skin. She leaned back and grinned down her nose at the other.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 21:17:07 GMT -5
Snarling she struggled against the tar that felt even heavier on her arms and torso, eyes narrowed and hissing violently. "Getoffgetoffgetoff!" She was going to puke, she was going to puke and then get Cy to swallow this woman whole everything itched and was dirty and she needed bleach and fire to get rid of the horrible feeling crawling over her flesh. "GET OFF!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 21:25:39 GMT -5
Frowning, Chronic dragged a hand over the woman's arm. "You know...I liked it better when you were screaming," she murmured. She dug her fingertips into the tar covered arm, feeling around the joint at her shoulder. She pulled her hand back only where the tar started to twist the arm.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 22:36:23 GMT -5
Rayne sucked in a tight breath at the feeling of he arm being twisted. Scowling she worked to jerk it free, eyes set on the frowning woman above her. "Quit the sssshit already get off!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 22:45:13 GMT -5
"Alright." Chronic stood up and hovered over the twisting arm. She waited until it snapped, signalling its dislocation from the shoulder. "I suggest taking a deep breath," she said as knelt over the arm. Dark claws reformed over her fingertips and she jabbed them between the joint socket, tearing into the flesh enough that it wouldn't take much effort to rip away the rest of the arm. She stood, stepping over the woman's chest as the tar finished removing the useless arm.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 22:54:00 GMT -5
This time she did scream, a sound that teetered off into a shocked silence. Eyes stuck on her now severed appendage that lay next to her gushing bright red from it's cut end. "You cut off my arm." she stated matter-of-factly, eyes wide and hand shaking as it hesitantly reached towards her bleeding shoulder.
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