Kelsey "Kel" Lynn Abbermen (sweet_murder) wrote in rainbosunnydale, @ 2009-04-06 05:09:00 |
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Current mood: | Aggressive. |
Who: Kelsey and Anyone
What: Ticking like a time bomb.
When: Thursday, August 7th, 2003 - Evening
Where: Hyperion Hotel Training Room.
Why: Slayer like a bomb....
Rating: PG (violence, graphic descriptions)
Status: Complete
Growling deeply eyes narrowed dangerously as the baby slayer rolled her shoulders. Stretching out a single arm by extending it out to one side she dashed in, pounding against the training bag hard, causing the chain to rattle. Feeling the shake of the heavy bag reminded the slayer of what she had accomplished at work just the night before. The feel of the nine iron golf club vibrating as it sunk into the demons skull caused her pulse to race a little. The image of demon brain splatterings across the ally walls along with his tortured and mangled state probably would have been enough to turn most of the current hotel occupants stomachs, but it brought a sick and twisted glee to the tough girl. Pounding on the bag again she ran through some of the moves that had won her the fight just the other night. It had been one hell of a fight and admittedly, Kel was still very mildly sore from it, but she relished the pain at the same time. It was really too bad she had to stop her play time with the demon. All of the fun she could have had with twisting limbs, breaking bones and letting his blood flow onto the ground at her feet.
With a twisted smirk a quick side snap kick was delivered to the heavy bag before she used the momentum of the leg returning towards her to spin around in the opposite direction and back hand the bag on the other side. The spinning back fist seemed to be one of Faith’s favorite moves, that was one thing the tough girl had picked up for sure from their numerous training sessions. It was really fucking frustrating that Faith was only letting her spar with her. Talk about annoying. How the hell was she supposed to get practice if she could only have at it with one person? Admittedly there were the romps out where ever her job landed her now, but not that the others knew about that really. She even said she’d play nice if Faith let her spar with some of the others during the combat class, but Faith had still told her no. Even if Kel didn’t like listening to others, she still realized that she unfortunately was not the top dog on the chain here and because of this she’d better keep in line with the top dogs orders or find her self in the pound.
The notions caused another deep animalistic growl to emerge from the slayer as a hint of anger boiled behind dark and dangerous eyes. Pounding into the heavy bag more Kel could feel the chain starting to give on her, as it had done many times before at this point. Groaning the baby slayer dropped out of stance. “Guess I better leave it alone, tell Iden or something.” A mixture of grumbles and growls followed the words spoken to her self as eyes searched for something else to do. A strange mix of violence and aggression still floated in her mind as blood raced through her veins, ticking like a time bomb and some little part of the slayer was just waiting for someone to set it off, so Kel could really let lose everything little thing she’d been holding back lately, even if the slayer didn’t realize her own desires.
With a grumble eyes searched the room for something else to keep her attention. Who knew what was around the corner, right?