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Tweak says, "I'm gonna slap you in a minute"

Trish Walker (trish_talk) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2018-02-28 23:14:00

Entry tags:

-complete, elektra natchios, trish walker

Who: Trish & Elektra
When: Around 10pm
What: A dark alley, a mugging, a can of whoopass
Rating: Yellow for physical violence

Sometimes, the heart wanted what it wanted, and the stomach more so. There was absolutely no other reason why Trish had decided to take a trip down to the best Mexican place between hers and Jessica's place that was also open late at night.

Normally, she wouldn't have put herself in this much danger, going out at night for the simple pleasure of authentic Mexican Conchas, but it had been a spur of the moment decision and she was already outside, walking on as she looked around to see if there were any free cabs she could hail on the way. Meanwhile, Trish cursed her lack of phone battery, which she hadn't noticed before tossing it into her bag along with her gun and keys.

In order to shorten the trip Trish decided to traverse a mostly lit alley as quickly as possible, which was when a man jumped in her way from an obscured backdoor, mocked her for having the audacity to walk alone at night in New York - point - and then proceeded to push her into the wall and pull her purse from beneath her arm.

Of course, whoever this man was, wasn't expecting "Blondie", as he called her, to have almost three years of daily Krav Maga under her belt. Unsurprisingly, and because anything goes in Trish's chosen discipline, the first thing she did was pull the man by the shoulders with both arms and knee him in the groin. Then when he folded down, she decided to elbow him in the back of the head, at which point he let go of her purse and went into the wall while Trish used the momentum to switch places with him.

The noise, however, seemed to attract one or two of his buddies.

"Hey what's this now? You getting beat up by a girl, Tiny?" Mocked the first one. The second guy made to approach her, and Trish stepped back to give herself room.

"C'mere Wonder Woman-" As soon as he was within distance Trish hit him square in the face with a hammerfist, essentially driving all of her force into it and keeping from breaking any of her own bones. His nose was bleeding, however, and that was good enough for her. When the other man seemed to be coming for her as well Trish came down to her knees and punched up his groin before rolling out of the way, grabbing at her gun from the handbag and pulling it on the trio.

"Let me walk by peacefully. I've got permission and friends on the force you're gonna let me go or I'll shoot all three of you within an inch of usefulness." She said, her voice schooled not to tremble as terribly as it used to. The guys (the one who could see) seemed defiant, so Trish pulled the safety, baring her teeth when she heard that click.

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the_black_sky
2018-03-01 06:36 am UTC (link)

Elektra had been wandering the rooftops and alleyways for a few hours since her meeting with Dr. Strange. She had endless questions that circled in her mind and no answers to any of them. Only speculation and frustration. The remedy for which was fairly simple - start moving, find something to fight, someone to sink her blades into, and don't stop until the restlessness within finally died down a bit.

It was winter, which meant it was dark earlier; which she found preferable. If she wanted, she could blend into the shadows effortlessly and move silently enough that none would notice her until she wanted them to. Sometimes she wanted them to notice, to hear her approaching - so they could put up more of a fight before she took their lives. She thrived on a challenge; but unfortunately those were harder to come by, particularly now that her every physical attribute had been enhanced since her resurrection.

She was considering taking a turn when she heard the unmistakable sounds of commotion. Elektra moved forward without a second thought, drawn to the raised voices and enticing prospect of a fight breaking out. She kept silent in the shadows, concealing herself as she prowled closer and closer until she came upon the group in question - a blonde woman and one, two, three men intent on mugging her, it seemed.

She gave the tiniest of sighs. Only three? That was barely enough to keep her occupied. It would be over far too quickly, but at least it was something.

Elektra was no rescuer, and could have cared less about the fate of a random woman she did not know; but she was an opportunist, and this was very much a chance to blow off some steam and get her hands dirty.

She unsheathed her sais and was just about to expose herself from where she was hiding; but stopped short when (much to her surprise) the woman in question began to take each man out one by one with a level of skill that spoke of more than just a few self defense night classes.

Her desire to join in the potential violence was then at war with her desire to simply watch. Elektra's eyes were fixed with rapt attention as she watched it all unfold; her heartbeat thrumming with excitement and invigoration, a grin tugging at her lips. Would they advance? Would the woman have to shoot them? She frowned a little at the thought - such a predictable ending. She wouldn't be able to go after them later, if that were the case.

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trish_talk
2018-03-01 03:06 pm UTC (link)

If pulling a gun on three men had been a calculated risk, Trish was the worst at math. Obviously, three shady dudes hanging out in a dark alley had their own pieces as well, which (again, the remaining two without a broken nose) they pulled on her immediately. The fact that one of them was down enough that he still wasn't of use told her she had broken his nose about as broken as it could be without him passing out, but that didn't help.

And Trish Walker refused to die in a back alley in some kind of deranged mugging turned gang fight. The thing was, even if she were to give up her purse now they weren't going to be satisfied and she still really didn't want to give in. She walked very slowly forward, ignoring the discussion about how killing someone was not in the plans for either of them, especially the one who was out on probation. When the other retorted that he was white so what was the worst that could happen, the first one yelled "So is she!" and that appeared to be that, race-wise. Fascinating.

Once she was close enough, Trish did the only thing she could think of; she sheathed her gun (safety on) between her belt and pants and tossed her purse at the one on the right, then ran at - and disarmed - the one on the left. Then, she beat the man with his own gun until his nose too was bleeding, kicked him in the kidneys, and left him there to aim the new gun at the one left standing. He had dropped his gun in the process of getting a purse to the face, and so Trish inched forward to kick it away. He was the youngest one, clearly, and the one with more sense considering how he'd warned the other about parole.

"Go back inside. Let me go. When you don't see me anymore come out here and...I don't know, administer first-aid. And next time think twice before ganging up on anyone."

"Alright ma, damn!" He said, hands up. Trish gestured towards her purse, and he gave it up. Before leaving, Trish emptied the magazine on the gun she was holding, tossed it at the boy and pulled up her own revolver. "We get it lady!"

She didn't walk away with her back to them, however.

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the_black_sky
2018-03-03 04:39 am UTC (link)

Over far too quickly, just as she'd thought. But there had been blood, and threats, and quite the display of force and quick thinking by the blonde.

When it was evident that the three men were choosing to wisely retreat, Elektra considered doing the same, as it was clear the action was now elsewhere. But it was rare she came upon a woman (what appeared to be an average non-enhanced human woman at that) who could handle herself when faced with the potential threat of violence and theft. The odds had been stacked against her, and still she came out the victor. There were aspects Elektra thought the blonde could have handled more efficiently, but credit where credit was due - she came out on top. That's all that mattered. They left bloody and she was still standing.

The woman was backing away, keeping her eyes on her their departing figures. In a few more steps she would collide right into the front of Elektra if she wasn't careful. Given that the woman was still holding a gun, Elektra waited until she was close enough, then quickly shifted positions so that she was no longer behind the blonde, ducking beneath her outstretched arm and disarming her of her gun in the process. It was one steady and fluid motion born of a lifetime of practice. She had no intention of being shot at tonight.

"That was quite impressive," she remarked, taking a few steps back to keep a workable distance between them. Should the woman decide she wanted to lunge for her gun; Elektra would be ready.

The corner of her lips curved upward in a slight grin. Her expression was non-threatening, just amusement and a bit of wickedness in her gaze. "Is this how you spend your evenings? Take-out and roughing up the locals?" Not an unappealing combination. Food and fighting were both languages she spoke fluently. "Not that I'm judging." Far from it.

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trish_talk
2018-03-04 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Once Trish was away and around the corner, she leaned against the wall and gave herself permission to fully freak-out. Doubled over, Trish's breath accelerated almost up to hyperventilation as she covered her mouth with her free hand. Even she knew her behavior had been reckless. Hell, she was in the process of being reckless standing around in the middle of the night.

Her gun was still pointed towards the alley, but not for long. When Trish was about to lower it someone came and took it from her hands, and Trish made a sound of shock and horror as it happened. She barely saw the woman whose voice called her 'impressive' as she looked towards her arms to see if the gun was now trained on Trish herself. It wasn't, but given the bizarre nature of the situation Trish didn't lunge for it immediately either. The woman looked amused by whatever she had seen - Trish assumed the exchange in the alley - and Trish narrowed her eyes.

"No." She replied, as stone-faced as she could. "Do you spend your nights watching happenings from the dark and taking self-defense weapons from people?"

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