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melodiesoflife2016-06-07 08:30 pm
foodchaining) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-06-07 08:30 pm
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Characters: Kyoko & Sayaka, closed
Where: Sketchy alleyway
When: Night time for troublemakers
Summary: Some guys gang up on Kyoko, and regret it. Kyoko/Sayaka angst.
Warnings: Violence, possible language. Angst. Horrible things.
One heel presses against the wall of a poorly lit alleyway, providing enough leverage to prevent the neglected structure from touching the ponytail that hangs down the teenager’s back. A pockystick is tucked between lips like an unlit cigarette, munching away and unperturbed despite the semicircle of men that tower over their intended prey. The alpha’s arm goes over her head, palm at home with the grime coating as he leans in close. The man’s breath reeks of sake, it makes her stomach churn,
“Hey there little girl. That’s a nice ring you got there. What do you say. I should hold onto it for you.”
A filthy hand reaches for her ring, another moves to try and pin her against the wall as a few chuckles start. The lancer’s lips tug up into a Cheshire grin,
“Isn’t it?”
Red envelopes the girl in a bright light, sending the pack a few startled steps back. All but for the would-be thief, who is now sailing through the air from a solid kick to the sternum. He rockets far and finally falls to skip along the ground several times, like a stone thrown across a lake. Something chimes horrifyingly in the landing. He does not get back up.
At this scene those remaining seem all too content to flee. They scramble frantically only to have a ball and chain modified attack from a hungry lance plow through their numbers. One chained end wraps around the ankle of a fallen predator turned prey and yanks the man towards her as he frantically rips off nails trying to dig them into the ground to crawl away. The weapon slithers to wrap around his neck, and eyes widen further in fear as fangs are revealed in a smile the same moment his air is cut off. Kyoko unwraps a candybar, takes a bite.
“TchTch. You should be careful at night. All kinds of weirdos, you know.”
Where: Sketchy alleyway
When: Night time for troublemakers
Summary: Some guys gang up on Kyoko, and regret it. Kyoko/Sayaka angst.
Warnings: Violence, possible language. Angst. Horrible things.
One heel presses against the wall of a poorly lit alleyway, providing enough leverage to prevent the neglected structure from touching the ponytail that hangs down the teenager’s back. A pockystick is tucked between lips like an unlit cigarette, munching away and unperturbed despite the semicircle of men that tower over their intended prey. The alpha’s arm goes over her head, palm at home with the grime coating as he leans in close. The man’s breath reeks of sake, it makes her stomach churn,
“Hey there little girl. That’s a nice ring you got there. What do you say. I should hold onto it for you.”
A filthy hand reaches for her ring, another moves to try and pin her against the wall as a few chuckles start. The lancer’s lips tug up into a Cheshire grin,
“Isn’t it?”
Red envelopes the girl in a bright light, sending the pack a few startled steps back. All but for the would-be thief, who is now sailing through the air from a solid kick to the sternum. He rockets far and finally falls to skip along the ground several times, like a stone thrown across a lake. Something chimes horrifyingly in the landing. He does not get back up.
At this scene those remaining seem all too content to flee. They scramble frantically only to have a ball and chain modified attack from a hungry lance plow through their numbers. One chained end wraps around the ankle of a fallen predator turned prey and yanks the man towards her as he frantically rips off nails trying to dig them into the ground to crawl away. The weapon slithers to wrap around his neck, and eyes widen further in fear as fangs are revealed in a smile the same moment his air is cut off. Kyoko unwraps a candybar, takes a bite.
“TchTch. You should be careful at night. All kinds of weirdos, you know.”
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The more Sayaka talks to her, the more things come to focus. This girl who is so alike and yet polar opposite of her. It's heavy -- reality. But needed, too. What...the hell had she been doing?
Right she'd...lured the magical girl here to get punished for these sins. Yet it was Sayaka who'd wound up hurt. Teeth grit and ponytail sways side to side as her head shakes slightly.
"I...I'm."
The apology she'd been choking on like a foreign dialect freezes at the sight of the offered treat.
"Heh."
Food. That's a language she knows. With a timidness that does not fit her, she accepts the candy with the botched grace of a child mimicking Mami-san. Breaking it in two, she offers Sayaka the larger half.
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Memories in a church worlds away crept up on her, an apple slapped away with hurtful pride. Letting go of a breath she hadn't even known she was holding, Sayaka reached for the offering
"C'mon. Let's go home," she said, shoving it mouthward.