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Jan. 22nd, 2017 09:02 pm
akatawitch: (Wilderness)
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Putting a fist in someone’s face had no business feeling so good, but for Sunny it was sweeter than anything in this moment.

Catcalls were a part of life for a woman, and normally in the interest of getting the hell out of there as soon as possible her response would be something along the continuum of ignoring it to shouting something back. But she would keep moving. Moving away.

She couldn’t do that today. It wasn’t just some complete idiot stranger shouting what on the surface was a compliment on her ass. It was political bullshit, it was protest marches, it was school stress, it was winter blah, it was friends in terrible relationships, it was sexual frustration, it was feelings that were too big for the little container she was trying to keep them in, it was her father’s weird face when she’d finally told her parents she was seeing someone.

It was too much.

She’d roared and rounded, and then he was on the ground with a bloody nose and looking up at her with stunned terror in his eyes while she stood over him and yelled.

“Get the fuck up, bomboy!”

((Sunny can be anywhere that’s convenient for you. By the way, she basically called our nameless sleaze a manchild))

Date: 2017-01-23 07:25 am (UTC)
old_man_gavril: (GavrilLeanForward)
From: [personal profile] old_man_gavril
Now that wasn't something Gavril saw everyday.

On the one hand, it was refreshing as hell to see something like that happen to one of these assholes who thought it was acceptable to catcall. Gavril had never understood it, ever, but that came with being a child of Skadi; he wasn't raised in human culture.

On the other hand, while he was tempted to intervene, he told himself not to, out of respect for the lady. For now, he just watched, in case some other pig decided to join in. One on one was perfectly fine. But for now, he just watched, nearby, along with a few other people who watched in stunned silence. Gavril, however, seemed to be the only one actually amused by it.

Date: 2017-01-23 04:34 pm (UTC)
old_man_gavril: (GavrilLeatherJacket)
From: [personal profile] old_man_gavril
Gavril had moved when Sunny wasn't looking. Scumbag had a friend in the nearby crowd, and when he'd moved forward, looking potentially violent, Gavril put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, and just said "Don't."

Partially shifting was something of a talent, and something that Gavril had learned to do. It was just a flicker, a flash of the eyes. Those not-quite-right eyes of a child of Skadi, in which the human mind still held a potent fear, buried in the very roots of the brain stem. It worked well when it was used right. It had, however, sometimes cost him a date.

The man simply nodded a bit rapidly, and walked off in another direction. Gavril wasn't going to mention it when he started walking in the same direction as Sunny.

"Good on you," he said, simply, to her.

Date: 2017-01-27 04:43 am (UTC)
old_man_gavril: (GavrilGrayTee)
From: [personal profile] old_man_gavril
He chuckled. "I get it. But hey, if you ever swing by Wolf's Head, there's a free meal in it for you. Think about it," he said, before tucking his hands in his pockets and figuring he'd just shut up, now, unless she actually felt like talking.

Date: 2017-01-23 10:36 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (the world is not black and white)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
"Well?" Came a bored, carefully polished RP voice from nearby. Victoria had been walking by in time to see the entire scene, and having dealt with more than her share of bomboys - one of the words she'd picked up on various jobs in Nigeria – she was more than happy to offer support, if it should be needed here.

"Don't keep her waiting. You asked for that, you know. Twice, in fact."

Date: 2017-01-25 08:01 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (artist with an rpn)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
"Slow breaths, through the nose, and be thankful she didn't aim a bit lower," Victoria mildly told the catcaller, before turning her back to him as she faced the young woman, whom, Victoria realized, she'd met once before. She gave the appearance of having forgotten the man altogether, but she knew exactly where he was still.

"Are you all right, dear? Perhaps a drink, or tea, to wash the bad taste away?"

Date: 2017-01-26 07:05 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (smile)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
Victoria offered the girl a small smile and started down the street the direction the girl had been going before someone decided to open his mouth. No sense making her go out of her way on top of everything else. "Tea, or something stronger? We should be able to find either without much trouble at this hour." And the girl would feel better once they got some distance between her and the one she'd been driven to punch.

Date: 2017-01-27 07:08 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (simple)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
"There's nothing boring about a good cup of tea when you want one." There was a cafe not too far ahead, and as they walked toward it, Victoria studied the young woman beside her without being obvious about it. "Or a restorative one. I still hope for the day enough men have been punched in the bits, or elsewhere, to learn to keep their mouths shut and eyes front."

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Date: 2017-01-24 02:54 pm (UTC)
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Jag hadn't had any idea that Sunny had this level of violence in her. Not that it was a problem; on the contrary, he couldn't deny that he was impressed. He had slowed to a halt, and he was not going to step in and stop her from giving that wanker what he deserved; he was going to keep a lookout for coppers, though. Let her get it out of her system, as much as she could, and then offer her a drink, probably.

Date: 2017-01-25 01:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jageskro
"I'm surprised you haven't crushed his balls," Jag stated, still hanging back and keeping an occasional eye on the end of the street the wanker had run off to. Tosser might yet blab to the police, if he didn't have too much pride to admit that a woman had kicked his arse.

Date: 2017-01-25 01:18 am (UTC)
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"I'm not surprised," Jag stated, taking a couple of steps closer. "How about a drink? You deserve a drink after that."

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Date: 2017-01-25 03:34 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter had just been coming out of a nearby shop, a few shopping bags hanging from one arm- And a confused look on his face that shifted into a wicked grin as he realised what was happening.

Sunny had whacked that man exceptionally hard.

"Yes! Get up!" the pixie said gleefully, bouncing in place a bit. "Get up and Sunny will whack you again! Oh, wait, let me get my camera out, I should snapchat this..."

Date: 2017-01-25 03:52 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (chirp chirp)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
"Aw," Winter whined, pouting and looking down at the phone he'd just managed to get out. Disappointed, he opened snapchat anyway and turned on his favourite filter and took a photo.

"I'm a very good looking dog," he decided, sharing the image and then tucking the hone away.

"Why are you punching people? Are you going to punch anyone else? ...Are you going to punch me? You shouldn't punch pixies, it's bad luck."

Date: 2017-01-25 04:33 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (>_>)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter looked confused, then leaned to one side in an attempt to see the backside in question.

"Did you disagree with his opinion? I think it's a lovely backside, Sunny. Very shapely. How is mine?" he asked, turning so she could get a look- And clearly oblivious to the whole concept of catcalling.

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