Physical Therapy (Clove) *open fight*
Aug 4, 2010 13:51:58 GMT -5
Post by clovegoodshot on Aug 4, 2010 13:51:58 GMT -5
~Bella
I have never in my life been so angry. My father has never seemed like that kind of man. He never should have walked out on us, on Mom.
~Flashback
I sit on my couch listening to my Mother cry, to my Father scream, scream at my Mother how she wasn't good enough, she was just a piece of crap. I hear a bang, and my Father runs down the stairs and looks at me. He gave me one nod and was gone. I run up to my mothers room, and find her unconscious on the floor. With a cut on her forehead, I notice a letter laying on her body, in my Fathers handwriting saying,"sorry".
But he wasn't sorry. He deserves to die. I hate men. I just wanna hit one. It would be a good way to let out my anger completely. I guess you could call it,"Physical Therapy", Bella version of course. I make a promise to myself, whoever comes near me next, I will attack, and they will regret crossing my path.
Nearby, a movement shocks me, but I get to my feet and draw my bow. This person will pay for my pain, this person will pay. Suddenly, I feel so much anger towards this person, it isn't real how much I hate this total stranger, but I hope they are in for a fight, because I am about to give them one.
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
I send an arrow at the stranger, and it skims their right calf, not doing any damage really at all, but it gets their attention, and we begin the fight.
(((OOC: the shallow cut on right calf did not just hurt you at all, it was just to get the fight going soon)))[rand=797207568673269871554274528323423151013689773119166912294462866]
I have never in my life been so angry. My father has never seemed like that kind of man. He never should have walked out on us, on Mom.
~Flashback
I sit on my couch listening to my Mother cry, to my Father scream, scream at my Mother how she wasn't good enough, she was just a piece of crap. I hear a bang, and my Father runs down the stairs and looks at me. He gave me one nod and was gone. I run up to my mothers room, and find her unconscious on the floor. With a cut on her forehead, I notice a letter laying on her body, in my Fathers handwriting saying,"sorry".
But he wasn't sorry. He deserves to die. I hate men. I just wanna hit one. It would be a good way to let out my anger completely. I guess you could call it,"Physical Therapy", Bella version of course. I make a promise to myself, whoever comes near me next, I will attack, and they will regret crossing my path.
Nearby, a movement shocks me, but I get to my feet and draw my bow. This person will pay for my pain, this person will pay. Suddenly, I feel so much anger towards this person, it isn't real how much I hate this total stranger, but I hope they are in for a fight, because I am about to give them one.
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
I send an arrow at the stranger, and it skims their right calf, not doing any damage really at all, but it gets their attention, and we begin the fight.
(((OOC: the shallow cut on right calf did not just hurt you at all, it was just to get the fight going soon)))[rand=797207568673269871554274528323423151013689773119166912294462866]
(And I don't want mine to die. I've gotten much too attached.))
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