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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 15, 2012 0:20:31 GMT -5
Mona arched an eyebrow at Belle, wondering if she could honestly believe that she didn't fight like a bitch. She looked and acted like a bitch, but that might have been Mona's prejudice speaking. She wasn't fond of the Water girl with her uppity 'tude and her fucking Gameboy. ”How am I supposed to know? You act like a little bitch.” Anything to rile her up further, it was just a game that way. And all in all, Mona was just playing around in her wonderfully innocent way. ”And you know what, I could probably snap you like the twig you are. So is it really worth it?” She could probably break the Water girl over her knee. For years she'd rough housed with her brothers, but she had no real experience in karate or any other form of martial arts. But constantly fighting with brothers built up her strength.
Hm, apparently Annabel didn't know about Carrot-top. Whatever. She merely gave her a withering look when she sneered at her. ”You obviously know me so well,” she said with a slow nod. As long as Mona knew she wasn't a doormat, she would be fine with anything the Water girl said. She didn't let people walk all over her, she would never allow anything like that. (Maybe, if she thought about it, she would remind herself that letting others use her body was doing the same thing.) ”Yeah, I have a problem with it. Because you know, it isn't true.” But such were things people said when they spoke out of their asses. Mona couldn't care less. She grimaced when Annabel mocked her, wondering if she would actually go to a teacher. No, probably not. She wasn't a snitch.
She did believe Annabel not to be very nervous by Mona's not-so-subtle sexual warfare, but in fact as disgusted as she was showing herself to be. At her retort, Mona gave a sound of appreciation in her throat. That was actually a good one, kudos to the blond, previously assumed to be bimbo. ”Right in the ego,” she said, as if to just accept that, even though like anyone who fought with her long enough did, the doubt managed to worm its way in. That doubt that she could be wanted, even though it was obvious the girl just wanted to throw her verbal punches right back in her face.
Mona simply shrugged at her rivals words of advice. No thank you. ”That's not really my style. Sorry.” That made her a hypocrite, but she could deal with that. She really didn't care about being called that, but she didn't care about much nowadays, did she? It wasn't strange that her armor protected against every blow. Well, almost every. Because with the next words, Annabel earned a glare. Mona deserved it, yes, but that just went hand in hand with the whole hypocrite deal. ”Whatever,” was the best she could come up with, and now it was her at a loss for words. Yeah, so she wasn't the best example of her mother's rearing, but none of Queenie's children honored her very much. They probably should have paid more attention to that, but they didn't.
She was caught off guard by the sudden attack, but she stepped back so that the blow glanced off her shoulder. Mona cursed on her breath before taking Annabel by the shoulders and turning so she could push her hard against the cliff face. ”Really, bitch, you're going to try this?” she said, and it was the last comment that actually gave her the balls to try her might with the other girl. She pulled back to try and kick Annabel in the shin, one of her favorite tactics because it usually worked well.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 16, 2012 3:41:34 GMT -5
Being called a bitch on the internet was a lot easier than being called a bitch in real life, or in this case being told that you fought like one. It was easier to laugh it off when it wasn't thrown straight in your face. She narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, well, so do you." It was grade school bullshit all over again, 'I know you are, but what am I?' If you can't come up with a retort, throw it back in their face. If Annabel were being honest with herself she didn't know if she fought like a little bitch. She hadn't been in enough fights to figure it out. She talked big like most teens but she didn't know that she could back it up. "Yeah, right," she said, forcing away the worry that might have actually helped her out in this situation. "You're not so tough looking yourself. I bet a two year old could take you." Kids were easy to beat, actually. She almost wished Mona was a little more fun-sized. She had brothers, too, but they'd mostly fought with each other and not her. And it had been literal fighting, not all in good fun.
Mona didn't seem affected by a whole lot and maybe Annabel should have quit before the Thunder girl got too far ahead of her or before this turned physical. Ah, if only she had that much sense. "As well as you know me, I'd bet!" Her tone was falsely cheerful, too sugary to be sweet. She didn't know what to say about the doormat issue and that wore her down. Feeling uncertain in an argument was a blow to the ego. Speaking of which, "I'm surprised you even have an ego. Aren't those for people that actually have shit to brag about?" If Annabel were being honest with herself, Mona was pretty and she wasn't being quite as petty as the Water herself. Of course, if she were being honest with herself she'd have probably realised this whole fight was childish and backed out before she made a fool of herself.
"Ugh, hypocrite." The Thunder had been winning the whole fight thus far. She'd gotten her way about not being the first to back down and she'd flustered Annabel more than once, a fact that embittered the Water. Fighting really was a lot easier online. She wasn't much of a fighter but she also didn't like to look like a pussy by backing down. So instead she made herself look like a child by getting into stupid arguments and lowering herself to the level of everyone she'd ever looked down upon. Smart. She was just as hypocritical as Mona, she just didn't want to admit it.
Mona was lucky—Annabel didn't realise how much the comment had actually phased the Thunder, at least in comparison to the many others she'd tossed out thus far. If she had, she might have made a bit more of a deal about rubbing it in. Instead she returned the glare that was given to her and failed to notice it was one of the few reactions with any real emotion behind it, whether positive or negative, that she'd elicited. She was a people person but not as observant as she'd like to think.
Realising that worldplay was out the window if she actually wanted to 'win' this thing, turning to violence might not have been Annabel's best plan. She missed the punch and though it landed, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Next thing she knew she was being pushed up against the cliff wall, the breath jolted from her lungs momentarily. She tried not to show how much the turn of events alarmed her but it failed, the anxiety flashing clearly through her expression at the words. "Yeah, I—" The kick to the shins ended her sentence in a loud hiss when she drew breath, hunching her shoulders and automatically reaching down to grasp the injury. Damn it! Using the arm that wasn't babying her throbbing shin, she tried to shoulder Mona out of the way to get away from the cliff, though the fact that she was in pain distracted her from countering. Yeah, starting a fight had been real smart, hadn't it?
[oh Belle, you had to learn somehow that cockiness =/= winning fights .-.]
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 16, 2012 9:02:24 GMT -5
Mona laughed, but it was curt and derisive, not a real expression of joy. She wanted to roll her eyes, she wanted to do so many things to prove to Annabel that she just didn't give a fuck, but she simply gave her a condescending look. ”Duh,” she said simply. Of course she was a bitch. She was very self-aware, thank you. She knew exactly who she was and she knew that picking a fight like this was a bitchy thing to do. But she honestly didn't care. If she gave less of a fuck she would be a stick of 'don't care'. The Thunder girl mocked a wince, turning her head to the side as if her opponent had wounded her. ”Ooh, burn,” she said while sucking in a breath between her teeth. ”That's it, you've scared me into submission.” This was just more mocking on her part. She wanted the fight, she wanted to incite the other girl, and she knew the way to do it. Act like the bitch sh'd been acting like thus far. It was proving successful, after all.
She closed her eyes when Belle spoke in the sugary sweet voice, shaking her head slowly. ”Oh my god, do they have a special aspirin for you?” she muttered. Again, just to piss the other girl off. Still, the comment had bugged her, for the way it was said and not for the content. The Water bitch, as Mona had declared her, way working her way under her skin. So much so that the next comment was equally irritating. Yeah, maybe it was because she was a Water or Belle was her own special brand of irritant to the Thunder, but this was just grating on her nerves. Because the bitch was getting good. ”You know, your asshole is where the shit is supposed to come out of, not your mouth,” she said dryly, not even bothering to respond to the ego comment. Plenty of dumbasses who had nothing going for them had egos despite that. At least she had her...well, she had a lot of things, in her opinion.
Immitating Annabel's tone of voice, Mona said, ”Ugh, cunt.” And thus she brought the dreaded 'c' word into the argument. Shit had clearly gotten real. She was ready to throwdown, to go fisticuffs, but she was still unprepared for when it actually happened. She gave the girl points for being unpredictable, but that still wasn't enough to get in her good books. Nothing Annabel did would get her into the Thunder's good books, not like she was looking to get there, anyway. She was not just a minor irritant to Mona now, she was a rival, an enemy, an opponent. And she would kick her ass now because that's what Annabel had been setting herself up for. She would never back down from a fight, turn her back. She had been taught early on should that happen, she'd just be disrespected. Clearly, she had the agenda of a warrior, even for a freshman chick fight. Still, all the rules applied.
She was glad to see the shock on Annabel's face, but she made no sign of it, didn't smile or mock her. She was too serious to play games like that. Instead, it was the blow to the shin, and backing off for a moment, looking the other girl up and down like she was something not even worth fighting at this point. But she would. It was her turn to punch, even though she was tempted to pull a bitch move and pull her hair, just because she could. Just to rub it in. Mona put a lot of force behind the punch, just like her brothers had taught her, aimed for the jaw so she could get a good hit in. And it was the perfect place to fight, not a lot of teachers came up here.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 18, 2012 3:21:03 GMT -5
It was as if each thing that came out of Mona's mouth only served to make her angrier. Annabel did not have a temper in the sense of her Fire family but she was not one with an endless fuse. It was still possible to rile her up and she was quickly learning that Thunders and Fires were really good at that. Good on them. She wished that being angry gave her superpowers, like she could turn into She-Hulk and squash Mona flat. She was powerful in gaming with her high levels and skills but in the real world she was just a fourteen year old who talked bigger than she should have. There wasn't anything to save her here.
After being called several names, the comment about aspirin made her feel better rather than worse. That meant she was annoying Mona, right? That was better than getting reactions that didn't seem much like reactions at all. "All sold out, looks like you have to deal with me," she said. At least she could claimed to have gotten under the Thunder's skin to some degree even if she didn't have anything else on her opponent. The Water gasped as if surprised, brought a hand up to cover her mouth. "Oh, really? I never would have guessed." She hated her. Hated. Her. "You must be so good at anatomy. Since you know where your ass is, why don't you pull the stick out of it?" Annabel wished she could do that and then proceed to beat the girl about the face with the shit-covered instrument. That would be a lot more satisfying than standing here.
She knew what a cunt was thanks to curiosity and urban dictionary but it offended her as equally as if she'd been called bitch or whore. Or bitch-whore. Most insults either incensed her or failed to do the same depending on the person. Pretty much any word that came out of Mona's mouth was driving her up the wall at this point so it might as well have been something mundane and colourless.
The fight took a rapid turn for the worst and even the over-confident Annabel had enough sense to regret starting it. She'd thought that Mona's slight frame and lack of apparent muscle would work to her advantage but Annabel didn't have muscles, either, nor did she have the slightest idea on how to win. The reflexive tears from the sharp kick to the shin stung her eyes but she looked more angry than wounded as she glared at the Thunder. Anger still wasn't doing shit other than knotting her stomach, though, and it gave Mona plenty of time to throw a punch. Belle saw it coming but couldn't really coordinate herself to move completely out of the way, instead just ducking her head and moving it to the side with the thought that it might hurt less and help her avoid biting her tongue or anything like that. It sort of worked, she didn't bite her tongue or knock her teeth together, but it didn't do fuck all for the pain. Fighting hurt and her pain tolerance was not one of a champion.
I'm not letting her win, she thought stubbornly, so she forced herself to take her hand away from her shin—ugh, it would so bruise, wouldn't it?—and stagger with an unsteady gait toward Mona. All right, so she'd said that she didn't fight like a bitch or anything but if Mona didn't want to get her hair pulled, maybe that meant something. So, abandoning some of her pride to desperation, she made to grab a thick handful of the other blonde's hair and pull, then threw another punch whether she managed or not.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 18, 2012 21:37:26 GMT -5
Mona had a reply for everything. It came with the territory of being a smartass, one of those people who couldn't just let things drop and walk away. Walking away was last on her list of things to do, right after brushing Annabel off and saying, "It's chill, this is stupid." The likelihood of that happening was the same as a fish growing feet and walking. "Ha ha," was her try come back to the "sold out" comment Annabel had for her. That was so fucking hilarious Mona could feel her gut ripping with the force of her laughter. "No, I think I like it there," she said with about the same tone as before, though this matter was about the stick up her ass. She wasn't the one objected to banging a chick, which was very uptight in her mind. Free loving, liberated hippie dogma, that's what Mona lived by. And she was so good at it being a fourteen-year-old elemental growing up in a military family.
If Mona could muster up one ounce of respect for the girl, it would be in the fact that she backed up her talk. Honestly, she had expected her to scoff and back down, she'd expected Annabel to tell her that fighting would be stupid and she had better things to do. Points for unpredictability, but she had yet to decide whether the Water would earn any in the fight department. So far she was doing good in holding up, and she managed to buffer the blow by moving out of the way. Mona bit her lip. She had good stamina, at least, and she could last a long while. She might not have lifted weights or ran or any exercise like that (at least, not anymore), but she knew how to hold in there and give back as good as she got. That's what her brothers taught her. Still, kudos to her opponent. Most girls wouldn't have thought to move, and it was that hint of respect that she wasn't whining or any of that bullshit.
That respect? All gone when the bitch went for her hair. It had to be the worst tactic in fighting, and Mona hated it so much because her little sister used to tug on it all the time when she was a toddler, not knowing just how painful and annoying it was. She pulled at Annabel's arm, hoping that the force could break it or something equally painful. If she was going to fight dirty, Mona would to, and that's why she stepped on the other girl's toe in a rather immature move. The hair pulling had been just as immature, actually, and any respectable fighter wouldn't have pulled that shit. Of course this wasn't some kickboxing fight in a ring, this was just a girl-on-girl beef, but it still pissed Mona off like nothing else. Enough that she didn't stop at toe-stepping, but slapped Annabel across the fight. Fuck all the bullshit she said before, she was resulting to bitch tactics with her.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 19, 2012 4:15:07 GMT -5
Moving had been more instinctive than anything, a desire to not get punched in the jaw but instead somewhere that would be a little less painful and detrimental. It had only partially worked but at least she didn't have to deal with a cut lip or blood in her mouth thanks to a bitten tongue. It was a small comfort when her shin was still throbbing and her back ached from being pushed against the cliff and so a desire to get the fight over and done with was what originally pushed her to the desperate measure of hair-pulling. She knew it was a really weak, low thing to do, but in her mind it didn't matter any more as long as it hurt. At least they weren't close enough to the edge of the cliffs that they could be pushed over the edge. She figured if that had happened it would have been accidental anyway—she didn't want to kill Mona and she sure as hell hoped the Thunder bitch wasn't homicidal.
Her opponent retaliated by pulling her arm, which was a lot more resilient than hair but damn, did it hurt. Instead of letting go, she gripped Mona's hair harder out of reflex and gave a frustrated tug. "Bitch!" she snapped. Her arm wasn't broken but she thought something in it might have been pulled or bruised, she wasn't sure, the point was that it hurt and she decided that she didn't like fighting for real. Verbal spats were satisfying because you could talk yourself up big no matter how weak you were in reality and even if you lost, only your pride was injured. This was different. Mona was a lot more willing to throw punches or actually fight compared to the kids she'd gotten into 'fights' with before. This wasn't middle school any more.
Tugging her arm might not have caused her to let go but having her foot stomped on? Annabel yelped in surprise and pain, releasing her grip so that she could step back a pace or two to try and prevent a repeat experience. There was a sharp, stinging pain in her cheek when Mona slapped her and she brought a hand to her face with a scowl. "Thought you didn't fight like a bitch," she said, attempting a sneer. She was in pain, though, and it was a little whinier than she'd intended. God damn, she thought, frustrated at her own tone. This just sucked. She was also being a hypocrite (surprise!) yet again, mocking Mona for fighting like a bitch when she had started the whole thing to begin with. She pressed forward and made to shove the Thunder girl forcefully, though of course to the small and rather unimposing blonde, 'forcefully' wasn't all that hard. She then tried to grab Mona's arm and dig her nails in because hey, nails hurt, and if they were abandoning any and all rules she might as well try her best.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 19, 2012 18:28:12 GMT -5
If she wanted to lose her focus, she'd have snorted at being called a bitch. Yeah, that's fucking right, she could have said. And that kind of trash talk was common in any fight, she just didn't want to waste her breath on her opponent. In truth, she should have stopped all this and backed down. She didn't need a fight, she didn't need to get in trouble somehow and have her mother hear about this, get a detention and waste time she could be using to help around the house. She should have been more dedicated to getting shit together and thinking about the consequences. But she was pissed, and there was no thinking when angry at a person you could just punch to shut up. There was something satisfying about violence, and it was clearly the power in it. Being able to best someone in a fight was power.
Mona felt a great amount of satisfaction when Annabel yelped. It was a bitchy tactic, but at least she wasn't going to continue slapping. "I thought you didn't either," she shot back, recalling the argument before the fight when Annabel said that she wouldn't pull hair. It looked like they were both hypocrites, though Mona in more ways than she'd like to admit. She was a hypocrite in every aspect of her life, but her best excuse was because she was lost and sad and all those other emotions she didn't want to have. After all, she was doing her best to be as cold and sarcastic and cynical as possible. But it wasn't what she was really like, so as much as she numbed herself, it would never work for her.
Annabel pushed her, and she lost balance for a moment, not for the first time remembering the setting. It may have been dangerous, but her anger told her to fuck it all. She winced as she felt the girl's fingernails dig into her arm, letting out a hiss. "Fucking hell." And it had officially become a bitch fight they both said they wouldn't turn it into when arguing beforehand. It was just impossible to avoid, she supposed. She lifted her leg to try and kick the girl off, slamming it against her thigh, not caring if she would lose her balance and fall in the end. She'd just get right back up, no matter how tired she felt.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 22, 2012 7:07:06 GMT -5
She was regretting the fight and in more ways than one. When she'd first went for Mona, she had been giving a last-ditch effort to turn the tides of the argument. She was competitive and wanted to be a winner, not a loser, so if words didn't work wonders she would use her fists to speak. Now she was realising that they were fighting on school grounds and in a rather dangerous place. She also knew that she was getting tired of it. She didn't want to lose but she didn't know how to win, either. "Yeah, well..." Words were not her friend. They refused to come to her aide and lend a witty comeback. If previous arguments over the internet were of any indication, she'd probably think of something way later when she was nursing her wounded pride in her room back home. It would be a brilliant form of wordplay that she could only dream of coming up with on the spot. Now? Right now she had nothing but a half-assed attempt that trailed off into an irritated silence.
Annabel didn't know if shoving Mona was going to work at all. She didn't know if her strength was enough to upset the balance of the Thunder. Like all of the other moves since the abandoning of caution, it was one made out of desperation. It worked to some degree and she felt a brief rush of satisfaction and adrenaline when her nails dug into flesh. Maybe she wasn't out of the running yet. Maybe she could still get somewhere. She was tiring quickly, though, not used to physical altercations such as this one, and she really just wanted to give up and rest. Her pride fought against her inner weakness and forced her to stay on her feet, at least until Mona's leg came up to kick her in the thigh. Though not nearly as painful as the shin-kick thanks to the fact that it didn't hit bone, she still staggered slightly and released the blonde from her grip, stumbling slightly and losing her balance. She put her hand out to catch her fall, hoping that she wouldn't fall flat on her face or back and give Mona the full advantage.
"Shit," she hissed through her teeth with mingled panic and pain when, after successfully breaking her fall, a pain lanced along the inside of her hand. She'd cut her palm on a jagged rock in the cliff face, it seemed, and the blood was warm against her hand. It wasn't a serious injury and it wouldn't require stitches but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. She got back to her feet and, shaking slightly from anger, nerves, exertion, a number of things, glared at Mona. "You going to tattle like a bitch?" she wondered, attempting a fierce tone. It sort of worked but the pain tightened her words like a wrench. She wanted out of this fight and she knew she should probably get her hand checked out at the medical wing but she didn't trust the Thunder. What was she going to do if she got in trouble for this?
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 26, 2012 4:44:04 GMT -5
Annabel had a great fucking explanation for the move she made. It was just even more clear that she was nothing more than an irritating little burr that Mona was regretting even fucking with by now. She had been mistaken to think that all would come of her mocking would be the Water girl ducking her head and going back to her Gameboy. She hadn't expected a fight, or her to make a first move, or any of that. And she would have been fine with a fight if it hadn't gone to hair-pulling. That was just a line you didn't cross. Perhaps it was her irritation-turned-anger talking, but she really couldn't stand that. Of course, there was no way she could call the fellow blond a hypocrite without it having it turned right back on her. The only reason she'd fight dirty now was because Annabel had tried her hand at it, and that just encouraged the Thunder. She could be a bitch, too, and go back on her words.
And that's why when Annabel asked her question, it made Mona wonder if she should to it. The girl had fallen against a rock, cutting her arm. For a moment, it was like she had a moment of humanity and regretted the move, simply because blood was shed. If she were honest with herself, she didn't really want to hurt the girl like that. She was far from a pacifist, but she wasn't a pure combatant either. It just seemed to be the best way to solve her problems. Now that shit got real, though, she had second thoughts about this going any further, because really, how far would it go? The bitch didn't seem close to giving up, and that only meant one of them would be thrown off the cliff. Okay, maybe not that intense, but it would certainly not go anywhere good. And though it was Annabel who asked the question, she was wondering if either of them would snitch.
”I just might,” she said, her voice coming out as a sort of snarl, mostly from the fact that she was breathing heavily and she couldn't properly speak without it sounding like an effort. She wasn't thinking right, though. The one with the cut on her arm was the Water she'd been fighting. The only thought her mind stuck to was that they had both instigated the confrontation, that they were both at fault. Teachers rarely saw it like that, though. It was far from fair, but Mona wanted to intimidate Annabel. ”As a matter of fact, think I am. You gonna stop me?” She took a step back, as threatening as a parent's count down from three when a child was in trouble. It was a warning that she was serious, and she didn't know what to expect from her opponent. Maybe bravado, maybe a taking back of everything she'd said. An apology.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 26, 2012 11:00:26 GMT -5
Holding one hand in the other to try and lessen the stinging pain, not that it did any good, Annabel glared at Mona and tried to figure out a plan of action. Now that the shit had hit the fan, who was going to act? A thrill of panic rushed through her when Mona said that she might tell. Belle hadn't been expecting that. She'd thought that the other girl might have some kind of thing against rats and that she'd get a free pass out of this one. The Water was breathing a little harder than usual as she tried to think up a good retort. It hadn't been a drawn out fight and it wasn't like she'd run a marathon but it was still a lot more than she was used to doing. "Oh yeah?" She started out strong like she was going to come back with some kind of a threat but she realised a half-second later that she didn't have the next part planned. "You started it," she accused, hating how childish it sounded. It might have been true, Mona had been the one to approach her, but she sounded like a little kid pointing fingers. Besides, she'd started the fight.
At least she wasn't crying. She might not have been very tough physically but she could hold back tears. She wasn't hurt that bad, it was only a graze in her palm, but she wanted to get it checked out just in case. She'd grown up in a family where fuss had been made over even the smallest of injuries due to infection. She didn't blame Mona for the cut on her palm, either. It would have been different if she'd held the rock or purposely shoved her into it but it had been Belle who'd lost her balance. She wouldn't feel comfortable 'tattling' on the Thunder because of it. She hadn't planned to say a word. "I... yeah, what if I am going to stop you?" She didn't want to be bitched at by the principle for getting into fights. It was only her first year, the first half of term wasn't even over yet, she didn't need the school's equivalent of a criminal record, a rap sheet. She did her best to block the path going down, swallowing nervously. She couldn't see what was behind her and didn't want to back up in case she fell. "There. What are you going to do about it?"
Why was it that regrets always came after a situation had played out? She was realising that if she got into trouble she'd be caught for not only getting into a fight but skipping class and skipping detention as well. This was not good. She had the pang of concern that her parents were going to kill her, remembered that they probably wouldn't be the ones to find out and wasn't reassured at all by the thought. Either way she'd be in deeper water than she wanted to admit. How could she get Mona to stop telling on her, though? "You'd get in trouble too, y'know. If you tell. You fought back." She wished she had a better argument than that but she was shit out of luck. Up the wrong creek. "You really want to take that risk?" Please say no, she thought desperately. She tried not to look pleading because that would give Mona more power. That was the last thing Annabel wanted.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 28, 2012 10:03:38 GMT -5
They were both fucked if either one of them snitched. Even if Mona lied, she didn't think that teachers would take either side. They would most likely decide they were both at fault, get detention or even suspended and that would be that. Oh well. At least she would be taking Annabel down with here. In a bitter consideration, she wondered if anyone would actually care, if any of her family would spare a thought to be disappointed. Would her mother even have the energy to be mad at her? It would probably be Pearl, yelling at her and telling her that they had enough shit to deal with. Mona could predict the argument already, imagine it in her head, playing her own reaction of telling Pearl that no one is actually dealing with anything and if she'd actually asked their brothers if they were going to be okay with their mother fucking dying. That fight wouldn't be anything new, and Mona could handle that. And a detention or a suspension because fuck it, life was shit anyway. And seeing as she didn't know Annabel's family, she figured that she'd have to deal with the usual of parents yelling at her for this. And it was worth it then. "So what?" she countered the Water girl. "You think the teachers cared? When was the last time you got off for something because you used that argument, huh?" She didn't know if Annabel had ever gotten in trouble for a fight before, she just figured everyone did. Even when she was trying her best to be a good girl, she had been sent to the principal a few times. It was an inescapable facet of childhood.
If she were thinking the way she had once thought, mantras of choosing your battles and being the bigger man and everything that had her mother proud of her before, this wouldn't have even happened. There would still be an argument, verbal assault, but she wouldn't have let it escalated. She would have walked away without fear of being considered a coward for showing her back. Because she would know that she was being the one in the right, and she would return to a home where she could tell her mother and the woman would be so proud of her. It didn't matter now. Now, she was going to be the horrid person she knew she was becoming by going back on every word she would once have upheld out of honor. "I'd like to see you try." And it was about as immature as Annabel telling her that she started it, but she couldn't control her mouth. It just did what it wanted. But the Water girl proved just what she was going to do and the Thunder gave her a deadpan stare. "I can just punch you in your face, I hope you know." But then that would turn into another fight, and this bitch was just the equivalent of one of those punching bags that just kept ricocheting back, wasn't she?
Mona walked forward as a threat, seeing if she could at least make the girl flinch and move when she realized that she would very much like to hit her again. Even when Annabel's arm was bleeding, which made it more like kicking someone when they were down. But she stopped and scoffed when Annabel said that she would get in trouble too. "I really don't fucking care. Even if I'm suspended. I'll just be sitting at home all day. No skin off my back." She didn't mention the reason she was so confident was because she did not fear reprimand from her mother. It would just be her sister, and they both were bitches who argued in the same way. "And hey, you'll suffer the same. So at least I won't have to look at your ugly mug for a while." Mona had to add in that insult for good measure, of course. Just to let her know that she wasn't just pussying out. This was the higher road for her now.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 29, 2012 14:43:39 GMT -5
Annabel had been hoping that she could scare Mona down with her words. It didn't work and in fact it backfired on the Water girl when she realised something: she'd never used that excuse before. She had been in a couple of petty middle school squabbles but they'd usually just ended in huffing and crossed arms and bitter acceptance of a detention. She'd never gotten into a legitimate fight before. "How do you know?" she countered. "Maybe they'll believe me over you and then what?" Her argument wasn't strong and she knew it. She hated it. "Who's gonna trust you over me? How many fights have you been in?" Did Mona have a record? The judgemental part of her that was already being brainwashed by the Water elementals' view of Thunder suggested that, yeah, no Fire or Thunder went without a record. She could include Fire almost for certain because Bryce and Josh both had gotten into tons of fights at school. Thunder was still a mystery to her. She'd never really known one personally.
Did she have much of a chance in stopping Mona? Probably not. Was she going to try? Hell yes. She stood in front of the path with her chin jutting out stubbornly and arms crossed. It wasn't really an impressive sight considering she was small and skinny but she was not going to back down and give this bitch the satisfaction of victory if she could help it. Her stupid hand was still bleeding but that was not her main concern right now. Pride always came before a fall but she wasn't thinking about the fall now, the pride was all that mattered. "I am going to stop you. I will." She reaffirmed it because she wanted to be able to believe it herself. She'd thought that she could take Mona in a fight and she'd been wrong. She'd lost the verbal argument, too. Now she only had her record to protect. "You wouldn't." Apparently Mona would, though, and the threatening steps forward did what they were supposed to do. Remembering how much the punch had hurt before, she automatically found herself backing up. The steps back were a bit slow since she was trying not to lose her footing on the rocks but the Thunder was definitely getting her way.
Annabel hated that Mona didn't care. She wanted not to believe her but the Thunder elemental was so good at nonchalance that it was hard to think she was actually worried about being told on. And Annabel wasn't about to beg the other girl not to tattle on her, she was too proud for that, so instead she settled for glowering. Like a child. "I hope you get into serious shit," she spat bitterly, wishing that she could say the same about not caring and sound believable. In reality she didn't want her brother and sister-in-law to find out because she was worried about what they'd think. Josh couldn't say much given his own record but that didn't eliminate the possibility of disappointment and Nell? Oh god, would she hate her for it? She didn't like fighting, did she? Shit. "Fine, then. Go. Tell. I'm not going to be the one that whines to a teacher about it." She huffed and then moved aside, waiting to see what Mona would do next.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 29, 2012 16:18:09 GMT -5
Annabel had an answer for everything, as she usually seemed to have. She was similar to Mona in that aspect, and the Thunder girl hated acknowledging any similarities between the two of them. It just made her feel disgusting. "And you honestly believe you won't get into any trouble? Please." She would like to believed that, even though Mona did not have many noticeable signs of being in the fight while Annabel had an injury that was very easy to spot. But even so, both parties were always at fault, right? Then Annabel had a very good point, and Mona didn't want to answer that. "Who cares, you'll still be getting into trouble." She didn't want to admit that her past indiscretions would not help her out here. They'd been cropping up lately, she used to be much better, but Annabel did not have the distinction of being her first physical confrontation. That would be working against her today, surely enough.
Even still, she'd do it. If she was going down, she was taking the Water bitch with her. As soon as she got out of the damn way. Who the fuck did she think she was, the Black Knight? "None shall pass"? Fucking Gandalf or some shit? The girl was small but she'd proven she was a powerhouse and Mona did not want to deal with that shit anymore because she realized that they were about both the same size and strength and even though that cut would hinder Annabel, she knew that if she'd gone on the punishment would have been worse. This way she would get in trouble, yes, but so would Annabel. "Fucking try me," Mona said with a soft growl in her voice, showing more emotion now than she had when she'd first come up to the cliffs and found the Water girl here. Even without the action to follow the threat, Annabel backed up as if predicting Mona's fist would soon be in her face. And that was a wise choice, or so the Thunder liked to believe.
Mona rolled her eyes when Annabel glowered. It was a favorite of hers, made her seem high and mighty and like the other person was immature when they were both being immature. They'd just gotten in a fight over literally nothing, and that's what they'd have to tell the headmaster. "For what? Roughing you up a little?" Nowadays things like bullying were taken a lot more seriously, but this was not bullying. Annabel had fought back, so that made it an equal fight, right? But she ruefully admitted to herself that even a reciprocated fight was something taken very seriously. It surprised Mona that the girl actually relented. She was beginning to think she'd have to throw her off of the cliff. "All right, awesome, move out of my way so I can go." She waved her hand as if trying to get Annabel to move with that motion alone. Her threat had been very serious, even with thoughts of how she'd get in trouble on her mind.
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