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londoncallingrpg2017-01-22 09:02 pm
akatawitch) wrote in londoncallingrpg2017-01-22 09:02 pm
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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))
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))
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Not today. I don't think I'm good company today.
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💩💩💩
👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻
Luv you. Don't be sad.
You can punch all the people you want.
esp people who complement ur bum
🍑🍑🍑
👊👊👊
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At some point she would have to explain what exactly the problem had been, but right now she just... couldn't be bothered.
Sunny was walking toward her building when she added,
Ask Fin if you need to know why a stranger yelling at a woman about her butt on the street would end in punching.
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Tomorrow will be better. ❤️