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{ b e l i e v e r } | margot + luca Sept 16, 2017 13:50:19 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Sept 16, 2017 13:50:19 GMT -5

l u c a .

All she's ever known is anger and rage; bruised knuckles and bloody lips. And it's all she's ever needed. It's her fury, her passion for the fight that makes her powerful. She relies on no one and wants for nothing — Rose, maybe, but she's unreachable. She used to watch Luca's matches, but she has not seen her face ever since she left to wake up alone in her apartment.

Fluorescent lights flood the training room, illuminating the ring in stark white. She faces her opponent, a girl a pretty, soft features. The lights intensify the shadows on their faces; Luca's features appear even sharper than they already are, and her eyes are an even more striking blue.

She holds up her hands and clenches them into fists. The only protection they have are a pair of navy blue fingerless gloves that are practically unpadded. Good, she thinks, gritting her teeth. I like a rough fight.

Luca Caine stares her opponent, Margot, in the eyes and smirks. "I can't wait to beat you to the ground," she taunts, her voice husky and full of fire and steel. The moment the bell rings and the referee yells, "Begin!" Luca lunges forward, her arm outstretched and her hand in a hard fist.

[Luca attacks Margot; fists]
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Last Edit: Sept 16, 2017 13:51:27 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

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{ b e l i e v e r } | margot + luca Sept 16, 2017 14:43:33 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Sept 16, 2017 14:43:33 GMT -5

Margot Cheyne-Krearns

She carries the burden of two names on her back. Always a fight of which is stronger. Which name would bring more honor, but she didn't like them. Margot was her name, not Cheyne or Krearns. She's got kindness in her veins. She cares about the people she fights, but she can feel the sharpness in the other girl.
Luca. A girl that she had never met before. It was all the same, bodies that thrive in combat.
Fists ready to block or strike at the other girl who made her skin crawl. Lights flicker alive around them. Gloves holding little to no protection from their fight.

"I can't wait to beat you to the ground,"

The someone shouts begin. Fist flies into her eye and she bounces back for a second. Anger flares into her skin as she moves forward again. She's faced men before who had punches stronger than Luca's own. Luca just had the speed and experience of knowing more than she did, but she'd fight hard still. She had a right to her name. A date with destiny after their fight. A boy would want to take her on a date after and she didn't want to be late. She speaks up now.

"Tough luck, princess. No one is gonna be beating me to the ground."

She lurches forward with a fist aimed at Luca while eyes watch them carefully studying them.

That's right.

She was pretty great.

[Margot attacks Luca; fists]
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Last Edit: Sept 16, 2017 14:43:57 GMT -5 by Tom

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{ b e l i e v e r } | margot + luca Sept 16, 2017 14:59:43 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Sept 16, 2017 14:59:43 GMT -5

l u c a .

Her iron fist collides with Margot's eye, and she smirks as she pulls back. That's going to leave a nice bruise, Luca thinks to herself. But Margot proves to be resilient; she does not wince, to Luca's disappointment. Instead, she fires back with a remark.

"Tough luck, princess. No one is gonna be beating me to the ground."

Margot gives her arm a little love tap and Luca laughs. Her body is heating up more and more as the moments pass by, adrenaline rushing through her veins as her heart speeds up, keeping time to the rhythm of the fight.

"Princess? I don't know about that," she snarls, venom in her voice. She used to call Rose "princess," she remembers with a deep pang in her chest, but she's skilled at translating pain to anger. She uses that hurt, that awful memory, as fuel.

"I like to think that in a fairy tale, I'd be a knight — or maybe a prince," she says. "Whichever one gets the most girls."

[Luca attacks Margot; fists]
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[5161 -- Gash/Bruised Right Hand -- 3.0 damage]