Oppenheimer
Accepted Character
Wrench Wench
Posts: 19
Full Name: Dulce Annabella Oppenheimer
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Shadow's Wayne/Earth, 1998
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 139 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Oppenheimer on Apr 20, 2014 0:26:15 GMT
◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ Dulce Oppenheimer was naïve, but she wasn't stupid. You couldn't accidentally pull the trigger on a gun like that, and it was insulting that he thought he could fool her like that. She didn't argue any of that with him though. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, and she made it clear to Fidget what she had in mind: “I'M GONNA BREAK YOU DOWN INTO SUBATOMIC PARTICLES!”She chucked the rifle and made a mad dash after him, kicking up sand with every steel-toed step. Unfortunately for Fidget, Oppenheimer did have the lung capacity to run for anything. She also had the muscle density to pretty much render anything under her fists into meat sauce. Even inorganic stuff! All she had to do was chase him a few short seconds before tackling him. She lunged right for his hocks, like a large cat apprehending its prey. He was so tall, and she was so short-- not to mention, he was so skinny and she was so muscular; he would go down easily.
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Fidget
Accepted Character
Posts: 27
Full Name: Miles O'Malley
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Vanilla Earth
Height: 6'6
Weight: 172
OOC Name: acorncap
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Post by Fidget on Apr 21, 2014 1:46:48 GMT
Fidget didn't doubt the woman's claims for a second. She probably could reduce him to subatomic particles. She could probably reduce him to whatever was under that. In fact at this point Fidget was damn near certain there wasn't going to be anything of him left when she was done- literally nothing. Conservation of matter had no place here, he was going to be completely, utterly, literally gone. That is, unless he managed to defy physics all the way over the arena walls.
He didn't.
One-hundred and forty pounds of muscle plus inertia caught him by the legs and down he went, letting out a high pitched half-whine, half screech as he did. It was almost feral-practically inhuman, and he kept it up even as he scrabbled uselessly at the sand beneath him. It got in his eyes and mouth, and later he would wish he could say he tossed it behind him as a defensive maneuver, but it was more a side effect of the flailing. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat and ears.
"Don't kill me!" he shrieked. "Stop, stop, let me go, don't-!" his pleas gave way to more incoherent screeching.
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Oppenheimer
Accepted Character
Wrench Wench
Posts: 19
Full Name: Dulce Annabella Oppenheimer
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Shadow's Wayne/Earth, 1998
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 139 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by Oppenheimer on Apr 22, 2014 13:42:24 GMT
◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ Oppenheimer crawled over him, dragging her fingers between grains of sand as positioned herself over his frail, quivering body. Hovering over his chest, she supported herself on her denim-clad knees. She leaned over, grasped him by his shoulder and flipped him over to face her. She could see Fidget's mouth flapping furiously as she sat over him. She couldn't actually hear what he was saying past all her bleary-headed anger, but it was pretty obvious what he meant. Not that it mattered. He could have been yelling that his mother was a Neptunian cheese grater with Jesus hair and she wouldn't even pause to question it. She raised a fist, and sent it slamming down against his face-- and again, alternating hands. Her knuckles buckled against his bony cheek, but felt very little resistance, oddly enough. From her experience, people usually felt… harder than this in the face (she was often left with bruising on her knuckles, for example), but it should be of no surprise that Fidget was that frangible. She drew her arm up again, and punched him once more, but it surely wasn’t the last of her blow.
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Fidget
Accepted Character
Posts: 27
Full Name: Miles O'Malley
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Vanilla Earth
Height: 6'6
Weight: 172
OOC Name: acorncap
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Post by Fidget on Apr 24, 2014 16:50:06 GMT
There's nothing quite like blunt-force trauma to the face to shut a guy up.
The edges around Fidget's vision got blurry as the back of his (already injured) head was slammed into the sand- Softer than tar. If he were the optimistic sort that would have been the sort of thought that was almost cheery. Sure, the woman could keep punching his face in (he felt his ridiculously deformed nose snap- not break, snap.), but good old sand would soften each blow just a little. Just enough to ensure that instead of needing only a few good hits to take him out, he'd only need a few dozen. And given the woman's generosity with her knuckles, he'd probably get them too! Wow!
He tried to throw his arms up to protect himself, but with little effect. One was pinned under her knee, and the other didn't provide much in the way of coverage. But the attempt was made.
It was far from his first beating- you didn't become an anti-social paranoid-delusional wingnut for no damn reason, and a steady diet of air and processed noodles hadn't done many favors for his bone density. He was already unconscious when his skull metaphorically shrugged and said 'Ugh, whatever, who even cares.' and caved in, denting like a bowl. You could put soup in it. Or just invite yourself to the bloody, snotty brain-y slurry that was pooling in the center.
Given the hemorrhaging his brain was already going through, it didn't exactly help.
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