The Stellar discussion

The dining area is a very loose term, as it doesn't look like much. Collections of barrels and planks of wood have been set up to resemble something like short tables and most kids just sit on the floor to eat. In the corner where there used to be a concession stand is now filled with a collection of cheap bowls and plates and the odd piece of cutlery. Despite it's sad appearance it is the best kept room in the theater because no one wants to attract rats.

(( ok so this is for rp with W.))
Ashton spit on her whetstone, making practiced circles with the blade of her curved knife. It gleamed in the candlelight of the dining hall. She new that technically she wasn't supposed to show her weapons here, but screw that. She makes her own rules. She slouched uncharacteristically to hide the blade, and looked up, feeling that someone was looking at her. A girl at the other side of the table's eyes flicked away, but not fast enough. Ashton didn't think she had seen her before- she probably would have remembered a face like hers. God, she was gorgeous. Still, she didn't like being watched. She slipped the knife into its leather sheath and pocketed it, sitting up straight as a soldier as was her habit. She looked at the girl again, who's eyes once again flicked away. "The hell you lookin' at, princess?"
She wasn't having a good day, and want afraid to start a fight. She always won, anyways.

Oh sorry I meant Q not W

((Sorry this part sounds like sounds like the briden rp but it's what my character would do.))
"Hang on, doll- you think you're intimidating me?" Ashton scoffed, and sauntered up to the other girl, whistling her dogs to heel.
She could tell that the girl had a good reason to think she was better- For one, her back was straight as a broomstick, like hers, which indicated that she had has some sort of training- Ashton guessed dance, gymnastics, or something like that. That meant that she was lithe and flexible- which Ashton was not. However, she could tell that the girl was not as strong. Her toned biceps showed that if she wanted, she could throw a punch with some kick in it, but she didn't have the brute strength of Ashton. Ashton caught the glint of a knife somewhere in her sleeve through a hole, which meant she wasn't afraid to fight dirty, but Ashton knew her way around a knife. The steely- eyed, confident gaze showed that she thought she could win, which in turn meant she was experienced. abut so was Ashton. It also meant that she thought she was an Alfa- and Ashton was no submissive Beta. So she tossed her pack on the floor and shooed her dogs away, ready for a fight if one arose.

oml I spelled alpha wrong

"Well, squirt, I just think you should learn to keep your eyes to yourself. I'm sure your Freind Johnny would appreciate that, too." Ashton remembered now that she had seen the girl with Johnny at the stage or something a while ago. She eyed the girl again. She was rather short, but the fact that she wasn't afraid or intimidated at the least meant she could use her shortness to her advantage, and have it, unlike most people, not be a liability to her. But on the streets, in the wild, and in her training, Ashton had fought shorter, quicker people (or animals) and walked away still the winner.

She knew she was acting like a bully, but after her day she still to angry and pissed of to care.

((ello))

((Hi))

((it's me rouge remember? I changed my name again))

Ashton glared at the girl, now SERIOUSLY annoyed. she might have walked away earlier, but now she wouldn't without landing at least one solid blow. NO one, no matter who they were, would insult her in that way.
"I am NOT a peeping tom. I heard it from my own sources. You know, I would watch that boy's mouth." She scoffed. "Well, more than you already do, ditz."
"And another thing- when I mock saluted sarg out of spite- I had to do 250 push ups. And by the looks of you, i doubt you could do half that."
Ashton knew that that wasn't true, but it looked like it would succeed in annoying the girl, whoever she was.
"Also, I will pick a fight with who i want, no matter how new I am. Because I'm pretty sure you put up a little less of a fight than a bear."
((i swear she's not usually this narcissistic she's honestly starting to annoy ME. She's had a bad day. XD))

Mr. Octopus wrote: "((it's me rouge remember? I changed my name again))"

Oh, yeah- hi!
nice new name btw lol

Ashton could see the girl already hated her. Good. that made a fight a lot more fun. Although what she said about the mock salute was toned down to make it seem more believable, she could tell the girl didn't care. She was a bratty, annoying, cocky little bitch- but Ashton knew the girl probably felt the same about her. It wasn't too far-fetched on a day like today. Ashton really wanted to get in a fight, no matter how it went. If this girl had called her a peeping tom, then sooner or later she wouldn't have eyes to 'peep' with. Ashton was mad- and that never ended well.

"Fine." Ahston stepped back a bit with one of her feet, then forward and plowed towards the girl with a punch, twisting her waist to put as much power in it as possible. She knew that the girl could probably easily avoid it, but wanted to test her out first- fight for a little, not full throttle, (except for the first punch), to see what her strengths and weaknesses were. She needed all she could against her.

Ashton spun around and moved the direction that her wrist had been twisted, then far enough that she was standing behind the girl. She still had one good hand, so she clamped it on the girl's shoulder, and then drove her knee into her back, just about in the middle of her spine. Ashton knew this would not immobilize her, but it might make some movements more painful, and slow her down a bit. It usually hurt a whole lot. Ashton could tell that the move with the wrist was practiced, so it meant that this girl knew what she was doing. She was a strategist- something that Ashton could exploit. She remembered to quickly remove her other hand from the girl's shoulder- she would make quick work of it and Ashton would like to have at least one functional hand.

((Wait why am I not standing up))

((oh, kk thanks. I've always wanted to try Jiu Jitsu- the takedowns and locks are so much more effective than traditional karate ones.))
Ashton sighed and threw her weight to the side, got her wrist in the correct position, and dropped on the ground to scissor-kick the girls legs out from under her, or at least buckle them so that she was off-kilter.

((That's really cool. Our moves are pretty effective, but we don't do any locks and holds like that.))

Now that Ashton was lower than her, she realized she had to change her style. Not yet though- she used her immense arm strength to deliver a crushing back punch in the perfect spot under her chin. The fact that she couldn't move with it hindered the power a bit, but it was still very powerful.

Ashton nose jolted to the side, a sickening. 'snap' resonating through her head, and blood spouted out, dribbling down get face and on to one of her favorite shirts. ' Sh*t' she thought. 'Not again'. She sputtered, faltering fur a second, but hit right back to fighting. She gave up on her wrist, for relaxing it might be better than breaking, or at least straining. She decided to take a page out of the other girls book; she drove a palm heel into the girls forehead then a thrust punch into her solar plexus- the area right under the bottom ' rung' of her ribcage, in the center of her stomach. It would drive all of the air out if her, which undoubtedly (at least hopefully) would have her let go of her wrist, to clutch her stomach and try to breathe again. If this move was executed perfectly, it could hurt more than a broken bone and not let them breathe right, and it would be pretty hard to fight like that.

I have fencing so I won't be able to post for a while sorry

Ok I'm good now If u r free to post

Kk :(, oh cool!!! Happy birthday!!

Ashton did not hesitate to take advantage of the situation at hand- the girl was laying on the ground. A less experienced fighter might have decided to stand over the other girl to stamp on her or whatever, but Ashton did not. She knew that that was one of the weakest positions you could take, and she wanted to test this girl's endurance. Getting back up couldn't be fun, and she was probably to prideful to stand down. So Ashton, not wanting to end the fight just yet. Stood up and wrenched her wrist, and tried to smash the girl into a barrel that was nearby. She straightened up, too.

((it is very damaged and probably strained/sprained, but it could be broken And she just can't Tell because adrenaline blocks the pain. Can I have it back? I think the lock definitely succeeded in damaging and restraining Her.))

((ok. By 'It' i meant can my character have her wrist back, but nvm. Do whatever u think ur character would do. Also- do you want me to clarify more before you post? I understand the edit was not the clearest.$)

((Sorry I meant '))' not '$)' ))

(( ok I will to make it easier- so Quinn was on the ground, and had Ashton's wrist still. Ashton wanted to be kind of mean, because she can be a bitch lol, so she straightened up and stood up, pulling with her great arm strength to get Quinn to her feet, meanwhile shoving/ smashing her against a barrel with her weight. She did this because she knew it wouldn't be fun to have to stand back up and get knocked around while you're wheezing for air and have spots in ur eyes. After she did that, she is just kinda standing there, trying to wrestle her wrist away from Quinn.))

Lol its ok I couldn't post anyways because I'd skiing

*of.))

Ashton let out a sharp gasp as the air was driven from her stomach. She tried to back away, but got smashed in the side of the head with a kick. She fell on her knees, her head throbbing painfully.

Ashton struggled to breathe, and was knocked back. Her hand flew out and hit a chair, which drew blood. But she got back on her feet, took the chair, and swung it wildly as hard as she could at the girls head to shoulder.

(( ohhhh OK, I didn't know. You are definitely not being a pain in the butt, just so you know! It actually makes it a lot more realistic. Also don't be afraid to tell me when I'm power playing, because I have a tendency to do that. Sorry!😬))
now that the girls in a squat, AAston did notknow what to do. So she decided to make another go with the chair, because the other girl could not duck again. She swung it with even more strength this time, straight at the girls head and neck. (She had picked the chair back up)

((sure!))
((also that was a nice move))
Ashton's face was smashed by the girls boot, and her vision swam. Still reeling, her head got slammed into the table that it was right next to. She fell to her stomach, barely able to think straight through the ringing in her head.

Ashton glowered, though she knew the girl wouldn't see. She tried to budge a bit, but felt cold metal press into her skin. "Sh't" she said. She paused, wondering what to do next. Then an idea came to her head. She jerked her head in the opposite direction of the knifes, then turned her head to face the girl. She knew this was risky, but she squirmed just fast enough to head- but the girl with as much force as she could from that position. Careful not to place her head back down, for she would be impaled, she reached with one hand, to grab the girls left knife hand. She used the move that had been on her before, and twisted the the knife so that it was facing the girl. She pushed harder, so the girls elbow bent, coming very close to her throat. "Never, Barbie," she growled. "You wanna run back to your dream house now?"

Ashton gasped, the pain searing through her shoulder. She released the girls arm, careful not to move hers too much. Blood soaked her shirt. Ashton let ou a snarling noise and took out one of her own knives, the curved one she had just sharpened. She backed up and thrust it at the girls gut.

Ashton's arm gave a painful, wrenching sensation. Her stab wound bled more and ached. Her arm shot through with needles of pain. She didn't drop her knife, but slid her hunting knife from her pocket and stabbed it behind her, trying to make contact anywhere on the girls body.

Ashton yelled with pain as the knife twisted in her shoulder. She only had one choice now. She drew her last knife- the large one, almost like a small sword. There was no way she was letting go of this, so she didn't stab yet. She turned in the lock, so she was facing the other girl. She knew she would go down too, but she decided to sweep the girls legs out from under her. She used the downward momentum to to land with a knee on her chest, driving the girls air out and pressing her knife across her throat.

((Wait can I have her move her hand to dodge this knife?))

((Ok. ))
Ashton moved her hand away from the knife as quick as she could, removing hers from the girls throat. Still wanting to land a blow, she slashed down across the girl's arm, cutting deep from bicep to forearm.

((Yup))

Ashton parried the knife, striking the girls hand of to the side. She pinned that hand down, and tried to cut the arm washbasin in roughly the same place.

((washbasin?!?! Not exactly sure where that came from))

((I don't even know lol probably again?))

As Ashton was kneed in the stomach, she we looked back and as soon as the other girl was Away, she stood up on guard

"Little shit is right" Ashton said, glaring at the girl. And it's too late to warn me about serious wounds- thanks for the shoulder. And 'getting out of your hair' sounds a whole lot like surrender. And to quote grant- I will fight until 'No other than unconditional and immediate surrender.'"
Ashton brought her guard down a bit. "But you obviously know what you are doing, and though I could eventually beat you, a truce might seem the best option at the moment."

"Ash." Ashton said. As she turned away to collect her knives, she looked back over her shoulder. "You know you didn't win, right?"

Even though it was petty, she hated loosing. Even a tie sucked. Anything but winning was the same as failing.

Ashton grinned at the 'nickname.' She didn't really mind it. "Sure, Doll."

((Yah, same. Thx, this was fun!!))

The warn leather satchel bounced at her hip and Tracer jogged through the halls. Her charm bracelet jiggled as she ran announcing everyone of her presence. The dark bluey black tip of her ponytail brushed against the back of her neck showing she had been just out doing work. She never had her hair up otherwise. Her while top was tied around her waist also a clear sign that she had been out. It normally got to hot out there. Though now she was just in her brown top her tattoo could be seen under the straps of her singlet. Meaning the tip of her scar could also be seen if someone looked hard enough. Now why was Tracer out do you ask. Well today was what she called her ‘shopping day’ when she went out and spend a decent chunk of the money she got over the mouth. Yes Tracer keeps a list of things to do each day and mouth. She can’t help it she likes to be organized. Now her bag was packed with many things it as almost overflowing. She got things for her like a new pair for clothes and a few other things like a cute dolphin pendant for her bracelet. However she find most of her money goes towards the Steller and things for the Steller kids. She loved getting little things for the younger kids. The look of delight on their face when she hands them some chocolate is priceless. Sometimes she even gets more personal stuff if she really knows the person and what the like. Sometimes she gets a few things for the older kids but the young ones always get first pick, that’s just how Tracers rules go. Plus her mothering instinct is to care of the littles first.

She had made her way through the Staller in her normal pattern handing things to everyone from her Marry Poppins bag. She now made her way to one of her last stops. Tracer slowed as she entered the dining area the clicking of her pendants making less noise as she did so. As Tracer entered the room she waved at a few people. And like always everyone made the way towards her wondering what things she got. They knew the day and knew she got things most likely for them, and like anyone would be they were curios. “Calm down I’ll get to you.” She said waving them away with a slight smile. However their broken looks almost made her regret her choice and she was tempted to called them back, she hated making people sad. But Tracer had done this enough to know they would likely get their share, just later. Sighing, Tracer made her way through the room towards the part that was made the kitchen. “Knock, knock.” She said poking her head into the side room where the food was kept. ((Is that right?)) A smile lit up her face as she found the girl she was looking for. “Hey kid.” She said heading towards Lexie and ruffling her hair. “I got stuff.” She announced heaving her bag onto the counter top. “You’re going to like this.” Tracer grinned as she dug through her bag pulling most of the things out. She pulled out a large selection of chocolate bars and bags of sweets dumping on the table in front of Lexie. She also pulled out many cooking ingredients a few of which Tracer knew Lexie liked cooking with. A few fresh things like pineapple, pomegranates, Mango, tomatoes, carrots, peppers and cream. Then a few freezable things like a assortment of meat and chips. Also she got a tub of ice cream for the Steller kids and one for the older ones. “Anything take your fancy?” She asked leaning against the counter top looking at the young girl as she waited for her to make a move towards the food.

Lexie heard the familiar clanging of charms enter the kitchen and tried to contain her excitement. Almost everybody around her age knew what day it was if they kept track of the months. It’s friday. But this wasn’t your average friday. Today was Tracer’s shopping day. “Knock knock” the familiar voice called out. Lexie turned around to see Tracer poking her head though the door
“Come In~” she called back. Lexie almost blushed when she saw the smile on Tracers face.
“Hey kid” She said, ruffling Lexie’s hair.
“Ack! My hair!” She exclaimed, but quickly didn't care when Tracer said she said something to show her.
Assortments of all kinds of food were dumped on the countertop and Lexie couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her face beamed with enough power to sustain the stellar for a week.
“Take anything you fancy” she was told, and she very much intended to. The first targets were the frozens since they needed space in a freezer. Next came the fresh stuff. All of that needed to be kept out of reach from unwelcome guests, human or not. Then came spices and others ingredients, Lexie put those where they needed to go. And finally, She took a modest two chocolate bars.
“Thanks for all the stuff!” Lexie exclaimed “but this seems like more than usual” she noted.