As if she was just going to sit and watch Pascal get all the glory when she was ten times better than him, but their father choose him to be the golden child, despite his disobedience. A huff comes from her lips as she blows a strand of her hair out of her eyes. This tournament wasn't as exciting as she thought it would have been with the amount of careers that had signed up, even Johnwayne had been someone she had looked forward to. What a disappointment to see these good for nothings participate, but not herself.
Fingers splayed in a hoodie pocket as she whistles to herself an upbeat tune that reminds her of the training days spent dodging knives thrown at her for fun. A slight skip to her step as she thinks of what more she could have done to been put in the tournament. A chuckle under her lips as she approaches someone who she knew only from a distance. A loser in her eyes, but at least he was an easy on the eyes loser. Feet take her forward as she pushes her way into his vision before giving a chuckle and speaking.
"Cute performance, boy. Really giving the Blackmore name some truth."
A smile as she gives him a wink and mentally laughs in her head.
Pathetic cute boy deserved to have been crushed by her, not some other wannabe.
Someone I don't know speaks to me about my performance. Clearly sarcasm if I ever heard it. My match turned out to be extremely sloppy on my end. Who the hell does she think she is anyway. She never entered. Hell, I've been retired for lack of better word from training for a long time and still damn near won. I can feel my hands clenching and unclenching as my blood boils. Red spots flash before my eyes, and it takes all the strength I have just to stay in control of myself until harsh words fly from my lips. "Funny, I've been retired for eons. Where were you anyway? Get rejected from the pool?"
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"Funny, I've been retired for eons. Where were you anyway? Get rejected from the pool?"
The words fill the air with sourness as she gives a laugh to the air. Rejected? No. Lilah had been fully prepared to take down any of these fuckers, but father decided he wanted Pascal to join because who the fuck knows. The attitude of Logan Blackmore was quite pathetic, her father would never approve of a boy like him. Too bad that she wasn't her father. Fingers clench at her elbows as she gives him a step forward, eyes staring into his own as she tries to read him in that way that she knows how. Glancing up and down before she settles on the guy's eyes.
"You should stay in retirement."
A smile before she looks past the guy to see another match begin, but she's not interesting in who's left. All she can do it just remember the reasons her father gave her. Daddy's little girl never gets to bust someone's eye or taunt an opponent unless she finds one outside of the match.
"I would have been if it wasn't the sexist pig that my father is. Wanted my brother Pascal to compete. Said it was too dangerous for me."
"Though I think he was just protecting them from me."
Stay in retirement. Funny, I thought the same thing to myself after the results of my match. Silly of me to think coming back would be a walk in the park. "You're not wrong. Retirement suits me." Getting off the wrong foot, but she's not so bad. Overreaction on my part by a mile. I miss the adrenaline that training gives me, but I wait year after year and it gets me nowhere. I'm growing weary of devoting so much time for what seems like a lost cause. Winning the games. "You're dangerous? I'm not so sure about that. I'd have gotten a black eye or something by now right?" I laugh a little. I don't know who she is, but if what she says is true, why do i feel no fear?
The sound of a laugh threatens to break over her lips. Retirement. As if she could do that, not with her own father's eyes on her. Retirement was for the pathetic guys and girls who aged out of their glory and live a life like her father. Awful, tired, and dull. Eyebrow raised at him as if the thought of it was curious to her every being. Retirement was not for an Averill, but it's not like it would be the first time she broke through the Averills expectations. After all, she was a better career than her brothers.
"You're dangerous? I'm not so sure about that. I'd have gotten a black eye or something by now right?"
A moment before she contemplates punching Logan Blackmore. A sigh from her lips as she shakes her head with a small laugh on her lips. Logan Blackmore is lucky to be an attractive man, otherwise, she wouldn't have hesitated in creating a black eye. Silence in her body before she pretends to swing at him, until her hand gets close enough to slow and pat the guy's cheek gently. A smirk on her lips before she lets the words tumble out.
"Would be a shame to put a black eye on a pretty face like that."
Letting her hand drop again, she crosses her arms once again. Eyes scanning past the Blackmore, until she speaks again.
"You'll have to see me again if you really want to see how dangerous I am."