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James/Monster Kant ([info]red_eyes) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-12 00:03:00

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Entry tags:faith lehane, james kant

Who: Monster and Faith
What: Badassery! And sparring.
When: Tonight
Where: Dead-end street in New York



Monster had given Faith the address of a dead-end street in Brooklyn not too far from where he and James had been living. The street was always deserted and in a nasty part of town, so it was unlikely that there would be any witnesses to deal with or cops called if things got particularly rough, and that was the way he liked things.

He was pacing up and down the street, waiting for her to show up. He fingered the switchblade in his pocket, wondering if he'd even need to use it. He'd probably mostly be relying on straight-up hand to hand, and then resort to using the darkness if the fight seemed to be tipping in his favor. But there was no need to pull out his ace right away.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit up, smoking while he waited. He was wearing tight black jeans and a fitted t-shirt, and no one in the world could tell him he didn't look damn good and not be lying. His pale cheeks were flushed, but that was the only indication of his anticipation. He paced slowly from one side of the street to the other, crossing under streetlights, trailing smoke as he went. When he passed into the darkness, the only thing you could see were his eyes and the tip of his cigarette, both glowing red.



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[info]red_eyes
2008-07-12 07:48 pm UTC (link)
She was way faster than she should have been, and it totally pissed him off. Nobody should be able to move that fast, get out of the way in time to kick him with all the strength of a heavyweight.

However, he was, at the same time, almost respectful. Girl could fuckin' move.

He hit the wall hard, but tucked his head so that it didn't connect. The last thing he needed was to hit anything hard enough that the kid got out--he'd be doomed for sure. Nope, the moral of the day was to stay on his feet and move faster than freak girl. No easy feat, even with his distinct advantages.

He pushed off the wall and lashed out again. This time, a tendril shot out along the ground, seeking her out like a creeper vine. Alright. Aiming high hadn't worked. Time to aim low and see if she could still dance out of the way.

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