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       #Post#: 405980--------------------------------------------------
       Malice without purpose.
       By: Hiro +Mind of a Virtuoso+ Date: February 27, 2016, 8:37 pm
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       "Where could she be...." His words were spoken silently, keeping
       his thoughts to himself, making sure that nobody could hear him
       in case. Slowly, he stands up and stretches out, his muscles
       stiffened from his previous sitting positioning. His eyes glow
       bright, as they scan the area for his target, though it would
       seem Hiro would not find who he was looking for. "I coulda swore
       she would be here. Fucking liars." His left foot kicks a rock,
       as a look of anger takes his face. Sparks begin to fly around
       him, as his anger begins to kick up his energy, charged
       electircal particles swirl around him briskly.
       "I remember that day... She hurt me. I was just a kid and she
       scarred me for life."
       His words barely made it through his teeth, grinding together
       out of frustration and rage. He gently glides his right hand's
       fingertips across his right cheek. Feeling the burn that would
       scar him for life, forever ruining what he wanted to be
       perfection. The feel of his mangled flesh only sends him into a
       deeper rage, the particles flickering frequently, illuminating
       the darkened area surrounding him. "I had her. She was where I
       wanted her. It should have been her face.." His arms dangle
       torwards the ground, as he hangs his head in defeat, remembering
       the loss he suffered over and over again.
       "I can't even remember her name..." A soft sight passes his
       chapped lips, as he returns to his sitting position, arms
       crossing over his lap. Dimming, his energy particles begin to
       burn out, returning the darknesss as it consumes him and the
       area once more. "I wasn't good enough. I was too young." He
       hangs his head even lower, his lengthy hair covering his scarred
       face. "I wish it was different. I feel nothing, but pain and
       anguish. Over what? A stupid scar." He lifts his head once more,
       to look the area over once more, but failing to find anything,
       or anybody. "No. She will pay. She ruined my face. She ruined my
       life."
       #Post#: 405998--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Malice without purpose.
       By: Trinity Date: February 28, 2016, 11:02 am
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       Distributing her weight evenly across both knees then slightly
       bending, Trinity pivots forward, applying more pressure to the
       sole of her left foot, as her right arm propels forward so her
       fist could catch her opponent’s temple, making sure the left
       guarded her own face in the event there would be a counter
       attack but judging by the way the girl’s head lulls to the side,
       she eases back and relaxes her muscles, watching the younger
       girl fall to the ground with a soft thud. The woman was angry,
       the softest vein in her forehead defined as she attempts to
       control her body language, unable to stop baring her teeth, and
       unconsciously staring.
       Her manager disturbs her peripheral, walking hastily to the
       ring.
       “Get out, T.”
       Though there was no indication of anger in his voice, there was
       annoyance - violence wasn’t a norm in training unless it was
       supervised, and even the brunette knew she had overstepped
       boundaries. With a shrug, she jumps down, stuffing her damp
       towel and bottle into her backpack, before letting it hang off
       her shoulder so she could make her way out of the gym, and into
       the open fields beyond them.
       If she couldn’t work out in the gym, she knew the perfect
       substitute. Her high blood pressure needed housekeeping and if
       going out into the woods would give her some revelation on how
       to manage it, she would become intimate with the evergreen and
       welcome the dark like it was an old friend. Among the debris and
       foul smells, there was a voice, seemingly irritated and when her
       eyes stumble across the man, her brows furrow. As she wonders
       where best to position herself, finally settling behind a large
       tree, she continues to watch, fascinated by his pathetic
       exertion and the words that followed.
       “You know. . .” she introduces herself, dropping her bag to the
       floor, and standing at six feet two, to look down at him,
       appearing somewhat intimidating, “crying like that won’t help
       you.”
       He possessed power, the particles around him had made that
       undeniable, and in some ways, she was more gravitated to him
       because of their similarities and shared traits, but the way he
       had curled up on the floor told her they were nothing alike.
       Trinity was not one to cry about scars.
       And in her -current- line of work, she had received a fair
       share.
       #Post#: 405999--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Malice without purpose.
       By: Hiro +Mind of a Virtuoso+ Date: February 28, 2016, 11:19 am
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       Slowly, his head rises to meet the person that approached him,
       his eyes glowing and watching her close. "Crying? You just do
       not understand." His words are soft, almost inaudible, as he
       slowly begins to lift himself upwards, legs pushing and forcing
       him to stand upright. Her frame was impressive, the way she held
       herself, the height at which she stood. Hiro being only six foot
       tall, he found himself having to look up at her slightly. "I am
       not sad. I am not depressed. I am angry." His voice this time
       was a bit louder, as a sour look crosses his lips and his
       overall facial expression. The electrical particles that
       surrounded him previously, begin to spark up and flicker
       brightly again, signaling his emotions being provoked.
       He slowly guides his right hand behind his head, the fingertips
       of his right hand gently caressing the hilt of his sword that
       rested upon his back. He had no foul intent for the woman, but
       one could never be sure, this was unknown lands for him and he
       would not take any risk. With a sudden thought rushing to him,
       he reaches quickly into his pocket and pulls out a special pair
       of sunglasses. Putting them on without haste, he looks back to
       the woman, now making eye contact with her. "What brings you
       here? How did you manage to find me?"
       His eyes explore the massive woman a bit closer, looking here
       from head to toe and then back up. She was not the person he was
       looking for, that he knew for sure. So much curiousity, so much
       intrigue, he had never just had anyone approach him like this
       before. The sensation was exciting, yet it was a little
       concerning. "My name is Hiro." His words fall silent again, as
       he looks off from one side to another, looking over the area
       again, as if still searching for his mark. Though he knew, he
       would not find here here, at least not tonight. Hiro was not a
       small man himself, having a moderately muscular frame, nothing
       that would be considered impressive though. He was average
       height wise and honestly offered no intimidating factors,
       besides his eyes that continue to glow and the energy that
       surrounded him.
       #Post#: 406000--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Malice without purpose.
       By: Trinity Date: February 28, 2016, 12:37 pm
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       “Oh, I have no doubt you were angry, however pathetic your
       little act was. Until you said you felt pain and anguish. You
       proceeded to hang your head, and for a minute I thought you were
       feeling shame.”
       A head tilts to the side, cynical eyes ripping through the man
       before her, reading his movements back to him.
       “But, you’re vengeful.”
       There’s a flicker in her dark eyes as they follow his hand
       rising up to seemingly rest at the nape of his neck, furrowing
       her brows and making the lines in her forehead more prominent.
       Mirroring his response, she too, takes a defensive stance, the
       muscles in her forearms tightening as her hands curl up into
       fists at her side, the anger in her bones becoming stronger,
       more apparent. It dissipates however, when he begins asking
       pointless questions. Questions he shouldn’t be asking.
       “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
       She answers him with a question of her own, amused.
       “I really couldn’t care less about your name. If you want to
       release some of that anger though. .” she moves to grab her bag,
       before taking a right, further into the woods, “you could come
       with me.”
       
       #Post#: 406007--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Malice without purpose.
       By: Hiro +Mind of a Virtuoso+ Date: February 28, 2016, 9:22 pm
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       A soft chuckle passes his lips, as he shakes his head and
       continues to look at the woman. "Shame is not what I felt. I am
       just being childish." His right pointer finger slowly drags and
       caresses the scar that covered the right side of his face. "I
       got this when I was ten years old and I hold a grudge because of
       it. The anger does not come as much from the scar, but more from
       being bested. When I had the upper hand." A soft sigh escapes
       him, as he drops both arms and slowly follows behind the woman,
       his eyes turning to the woods covered in darkness that covers
       the area before him. Slowly, but surely, he begins to move into
       the woods, following sheepishly after the massive woman.
       "No. I asked the questions and I would appreciate an answer." A
       devious grin tugs at his chapped lips, as he  runs his right
       hand further out to his side, gliding against the trees as he
       continues to follow. "This area is rather beautiful. Too dark
       for my liking." As his words pass, he begins to channel his
       energy, causing his swirling particles to illuminate the area
       around him. Giving him a better view of the woods and the woman
       that leads him. He had never met someone that was much bigger
       than him, especially one being a woman. "She seems rather
       rugged. Rough edges and strong."He speaks none, these words
       inside of his head, as he tended to speak to himself. The
       sunglasses he wears dulls out the brightness of his energy,
       making it much easier for him to bare it.
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