Countermeasures [Sarella]

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Walking through the ever working factories and such just on the outskirts of our town is a common thing for me. Ever since mum and dad died I've been doing this trip for near enough 4 years. Sure it was a familiar path and I could walk it with my eyes closed, but this part was always darker, and I always had my guard up more. I make sure I check every corner before I turn it, moving through the maze like thing of warehouses. This is the problem with this district, too many warehouses all bundled up into large groups. Too many opportunities to jump someone from behind and stab them. I check my back to double check no one was following me, go as far as to stop walking to check. Scanning the area behind me carefully.

Eventually, after about 2 minutes of checking in the pathway between two warehouses I lean against on of the walls, giving my left leg a break as usual, and pulling out my inhaler from my black hoodie's pocket, fiddling with it idly and yawning to myself. I liked it when no one was around, it allowed me to think, soak up what had happened previously and plan for what will happen in the future. Even if it was only for a few minutes. My paranoia forbade me from trusting most people, so being alone is better to plan these things too. Shame people always had to approach me though, always had to make it as if they are attacking me and get my back up. Can't people get the hint by the way I dress I don't want to talk to them? My head hangs, shutting my brown eyes as I do and just listen to the eerie quiet that surrounded me. Almost waiting for a sound so I could jump up and get prepared to attack/defend. You never know, especially in this sorta area who's gonna pop out from no where. It could be a lost girl, or a violent mass murderer, no one knows.

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Isabelline Alexandra Caspers

"Fraidy-cat, fraidy-cat, where are at, you fraidy-cat," Isabelline murmurs, willing herself to keep walking though she was timid at entering the part of District 3. It was on the way home, so there was no avoiding it. She might have found an alternate path had she not been scared it would be worse than this one. All she was carrying was a math book, geometry work stuffed between one of the pages though she had not been in a rush to get out of school. She had to make it seem like that, though, to avoid people mentioning it.

She turns a corner, and sees someone leaning against a wall. Immediately she was suspicious. Most people in this part stayed inside. Her heart rate picks up, and she stops singing her quiet song to hold her breath. Clutching her book as she walks by, she prepares to throw it if he moves. Okay, fi he moved toward her. Moving was something every did. Unless they were dead.

Just as she passes him a rat comes scurrying out of a hole, running past her legs. At that moment she jumps into the air, slamming her book downwards to the man's toe, shrieking and wetting her pants. When her feet hit the ground a moment later she begins shaking, looking around like a madman and whimpering. Okay, she was official in a panic attack. What was it Anna told her to do? Count? Too late though... this one was big.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Keeping my head down I sigh silently, my inhaler now still in my hands and my right leg hopping a little to maintain a comfortable position. Somehow no-one had come yet... Maybe it was the area? What where the odds of someone coming done here anyway, it couldn't be high surely. Despite that though I feel something brush past me, something that seemed to be in a rush to get to wherever. My eyes smash open and I swing my head up to look, powered by my paranoia. First looking in the direction that she was actually in then other way, before double taking and looking back to see a girl just... Standing there. My head naturally scans her. Making sure everything I could she wasn't tall really, even from the back I could tell she was younger than me, maybe by 1... 2 years? At most. What was she doing? Well she was shaking, violently, but why? Maybe I should see if she was okay, then again who really cared? Stuff happens everyday to people, why let that stop for another? It was a bit unfair at the end as well.

I go to move, using the left leg to weakly propel me forward but something jams my right and I fall, pretty violently. Though managing to land on my arm and using that to observe most of the damage. I slowly begin to get up again, kicking my right leg violently to shake off whatever caused that then turning to face the girl, myself still in a somewhat lobsided press up position as I see a liquid coming close to me. Naturally, I follow the flow until I notice it going up the girls legs, to which my eyes widen and my right arm throws my body to land on my back, away from it. Then I use my legs to jump my body up. Landing on my feet in a crouched position then getting up, looking at her in a clear disgust then yelling, not noticing my inhaler was now leaning against the building to my left "WHAT THE FUCK GIRL!" Normally I wouldn't result to language but that was just sick.

My paranoia suddenly kicks in, and I look back at the textbook. Did she drop that on purpose? Was she doing this to make me fall in a puddle of her... Excretions? THAT FREAKING COCKROACH! My anger tips over, powered by a burst of adrenaline and of course the ever present paranoia. I scream again, this time intent on making her look at me "WELL, AND LOOK AT ME!" If she did this on purpose... God help her.

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[blockquoteMy mouth drops open slightly, and I stare at him like he had pulled out his eyes. My mouth moves, but no words come out as I stumble over what to say. I look down at my textbook, then back at him. I can’t find the rat anymore. I bend down and pick up the book, the wet corner not bothering me at all. My teacher would wonder about the crinkled page, but this would not be the first time my school had suffered from my bladder.

“I- I’m… sorry..I..did- Didn’t mean to… do….th- that,” I push out, looking at the ground. The rat comes around again, but this time I am not surprised and manage to keep myself together. I peek up at the person, worrying over what he might do. Finally, I take a deep breath and begin to turn to go. As I’m turning though, I feel my foot land on something, and as I turn, it feels squishier but stiff. I turn and look to see what I’d stepped on, but in the process I go forward, slamming the book into his stomach and pushing my body onto his.

((Okay… this was short x.x))

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[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Brown eyes run down the girls body several times, doing the usual and looking for exploitation areas and visible weak spots as she stares back at me. Who does that, who just pisses their pants and tries to get someone to trip up into it. That's freaking disgusting and just plain weird. Eventually she begins to move and my eyes click back onto her arms. Watching carefully to ensure she didn't try anything funny. She didn't look too hard to fend off but you could never be too cautious around someone who just did what this girl did out the blue, so yeah, I watch her pick up the book that had landed somewhere near the thin puddle of liquid she had just made... Well that will be interesting to whoever is going to look at that book, how would she explain something like that anyway? I mean. It's not something that happens everyday.


She stands up straight again. My eyes glaring at her viciously still as I look to the ground, trying to get a bearing of where and where I can't stand. Eventually she stutters out something of an apology... Though in my head that wasn't good enough, no one just pisses on the floor, tries to get you to trip up into it, the say sorry and expect to get away with it, then again, I say nothing in return. Just continue to glare at her darkly as she turns around to go. Then stops, looks down but then seemingly falls straight into me. Ramming the book she had with her into my gut then her body into my chest area. My body jerks back, then panics as my hands grab the girls arms quickly and tightly and force her backwards, taking several steps backwards then restore my stance, only 40 times more violent, my eyes blazing violently. Before I pat myself down, my head scanning my own body now as pat myself down, checking to make sure everything I still had on me was on me and she had done nothing.

"You little...!" My voice comes out somewhat shocked but clearly annoyed, she was going to regret doing that, no one tries to mug me!

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“No, look, I did that on accident,” Izzy tries to explain, dropping her book again and waving her hands around to express herself. Her posture quickly crumbles as she takes in the look on the man’s face. Irritation, aggressiveness, somewhat perceptive. If a her face could lose any more color, it did, and may have taken some from her hands as well. Something inside her jabs her stomach. Perhaps it was fear, perhaps it was nervousness, or perhaps it was that fight or flight thing telling her to take flight. Or maybe she had a sixth sense, which she liked to think she did. My name is Irina, and I can talk to dead people. Sometimes I see them, too, but then they don’t like me when I do so I pretend I don’t.

“I… I have this thing… it’s a… well a… the dead people… eh… well it’s kind of… there was a rat… going home…” Izzy makes little jumbles of words, trying to get a single idea across but putting out several incomplete thoughts in the open wind. As she speaks her voice gets quieter and quieter, and her posture gets worse and worse. She looks around. There was a man, maybe a little less than a dozen meters away, but he was busy looking through cards and wouldn’t notice. If she did call out, he might not worry too much. My name is Izzy, and this is what I get for taking the short way home. Sometimes I doubt the path, but I always come here, too bad I messed up this time.

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JAMES WATCHER

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"No look I did it on accident" The girl says, bullshit was that an accident, she's just trying to cover her tracks. My eyes click onto the book falling then shoot to her arms, which where moving like she was trying to show me something with them. I roll my eyes, seriously what the hell? I knew some weird people but this just topped it, was this like an asylum escapee or something? I scan her clothes, nah, they where too good for that, I take another step forward, forgetting about the puddle I was most likely now standing in and stare her down as she flails about, "Maybe I should just beat her? She did try to mug me, could call it self defense." My head clicks onto the the idea and I smile almost evilly, well, I could, and this girl was annoying me too so all the more reason.

She begins to stutter, several, unco-ordinated and misplaced words spilling everywhere as my eyes start to take on a more and more vicious look, hands turning into fists as a take yet another step, now almost right in front of the girl, I was clearly taller than her now, that gave me yet another advantage. Now, should I let her try to explain herself? Or just beat the daylights out of her. I settle on my option, and once she finishes speaking, and looking around a little, which I do to to make sure no witnesses where about. Well, there was a man but he seemed busy, and didn't look like he'd be staying. I let one arm swing out of the blue, a fist aiming for her stomach, then I try to grab her hair. My method of beating up is a little more... Brutal than most, but hey, it got the job done, and efficiently too. However what form of beating up should I do with this girl. Maybe something... A little different, mix things up a little.

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A long time ago, one her first day of school, Izzy panicked on the playground and wet her pants. It was from that point she stayed indoors. The only time she went outside was to travel between buildings, which she tried to do as little as possible. Other than that, her life was peaceful. Her mother was simple minded, but her sister's took care of her. Her father was unemployed, but he loved them nonetheless. Her brother was one of the most clever people in the District.

She did not, under any circumstances, expect what would happen in the next few seconds. The man's face grew irritated, then angry, then fuming. She stares, feeling the cold blood running into her heart. A gust of wind pushes a few papers away. The man down the street goes inside. A loud oof escapes her lips as she bends over, holding her stomach tightly and surprised at the strength of the hit she had just received. It felt like her stomach had been knocked to the back of her body and flipped upside down. Humiliating, just as well.

He reaches for Izzy's hair, and she yelps quietly, hands flying up to her roots and scratching his hand. "Let... go..." she mumbles, trying to sound bigger but only appearing smaller.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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I feel my my fist connect to her stomach, a pulse of adrenaline bursting through my body as it does then I feel my hand it her head. Which then quickly turns into a fist to grab her hair. My eyes focus on her face, not caring that her hands had reached up to grab mine and started to scratch at it. It was only scratching, I've felt much worse. I let my instincts take control and try to throw her against the wall, though it was really only a drag. Then, I raise a leg to try and kick her in the same place as I had hit her before, not paying attention to the damp floor anymore or what she does in response. Some could call me a girl beater or whatever for this. Though I don't care whether you are boy or girl, why should you get special treatment just because you where born an opposite gender? I mean, if you can attack, then you have to be prepared for attack.

I let go of her hair and stare at her, allowing the more honourable side to come out and play. I'll let her swing back, lets see what she can do, then, once that's over lets see how long she can last. My eyes had picked up on several things that could be useful in the alleyway area. Not all of them orthodox but probably effective nonetheless. I decide to speak though, it's always a bit more intimidating when you speak to someone during a fight "See? This is what happens when you try to mug someone a lot stronger than you, now. Gimme your best shot, then I'll give you mine" An almost sinister laugh comes during the sentence as I slip into a defense position. Waiting for the wounded girl to strike at me and not taking my eyes off her. If I did she'd probably take advantage, who wouldn't jump someone who was about to beat the sense out of them?

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Izzy wiggles and turns, trying to swing back, but missing, for the most part. It was possible she got her skirt wet once or twice, but at the moment that was near the bottom of her concerns list. When he stops, she stands back, but upright, staring him down just the same. It was like her was daring her – waiting for her to do something. He tells her to, but she is thoughtful for a few moments. He looked like he would pounce if she blinked an eye. Contemplating her options for a moment, she chooses.

“I don’t fancy myself beaten, thank you,” she says, a lot more confidently than she had thought it would sound. She surprises herself, forgetting what she was going to do, but only for a quarter of a second. Then she is spinning on her heels, turning towards the direction of her house and beginning to run. Perhaps in spite, or mere fate, she slips in her puddle and lands face-first on the edge of it. Her nose crinkles.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Don't let your eye off the whatever you are fighting, also maintain a ready position or things could get ugly on your side. This is hat I try to maintain, myself constantly checking for any more retaliations from the girl. Though she just stands there, staring me down as I stare at her. What was she planning? Or was she doing the same as me and waiting for a movement from my side so she could counter. Hers shone a little with something like fear but despite everything hints of confidence, and she eventually speaks "I don't fancy myself beaten, thank you" I blink at this. Tilting my head as she spins round to try and run from me. The next thing however stops her in her tracks. She is falling, seemingly from nowhere in my perspective of things. Which meant I could finish what I started.

My hunter-stalker mood kicks in, and the next thing I am doing is walking slowly up to her, ignoring the dampness of the floor. The matter at hand was more important really and as I begin to circle her where she lay I use one leg to try and roll her over. Sure, you could do damage to the back but it was nothing like the damage you could do to the front. All the bones, such as the rib cage could all be easily damaged if you applied enough force. Which would render the girl useless. Eventually stopping my circling and standing over her I glare down, speaking in a somewhat dark tone "This, is why no one tries to mug me" Despite her pleads of innocence it was obvious she did it on purpose and is trying to trying to cover her track. So, this will be her punishment, my foot coming down on her stomach heavily. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

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“This, is why no one tries to mug me,” he says. Izzy gasps, holding her hands up to her face to stop whatever he would do, but it comes lower, onto her stomach. An ’oof’ and a cry. Her body jerks upwards, clutching her stomach, then she falls back down, slamming her head on the ground. The familiar squeak escapes her mouth after a few seconds, and she squints her eyes at him. What was his problem? He was some sort of lunatic, without a doubt, and Izzy had to get out of there quickly before he tried to hurt her again. Adrenalin, don’t we all love it?

“I was NOT trying to mug you!” she yells, rolling onto her side and coughing. It’s dry coughing, but she was very nauseated and wanted to vomit all the ache away. She knew she needed to get up, and get away quickly, but she could not bring herself to get up and actually do the actions. Izzy was too busy trying to make her stomach flip back up again, as it felt like it was sagging down in the most uncomfortable.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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The girl jolts, her body raising to react to my feet and her arms wrap around her stomach, then she comes crashing straight back down. Her head almost bouncing against the force of which she lowered it. She wouldn't be in this mess if she hadn't tried to attack me, or mug me, again she can say she wasn't all she wants nobody just falls into someone for the sake of it, that was really just stupid, it had knock on effects. Like this one, I let a small smirk form on my lips as I assess my damage, she looked winded, which was good in my book, it meant she wouldn't be able to fight back. I again check my surroundings, left, the right, then up for some reason, it was clear, the man had moved, leaving this girl at my mercy now. Brilliant, now to actually beat some sense into her.

“I was NOT trying to mug you!” Breaches the silence, followed by a lot of dry coughing which confirms that she was winded. I wasn't going to reply, I mean, I told the girl already, twice that I knew what she was doing, it was just her hiding it. Though I offer the reply of kicking her again, this time harder but aimed in the same spot, how could I turn down such a perfect shot, moving onto her side just allowed me to kick her like a football, then I repeat the action, not really caring what I hit that time as another boot comes against her, then another, then another, speed picking up as adrenaline starts powering me to hit her at a repeated rate. She deserved this, there was no hiding what she tried to do.

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Horrible post, sorry x.x