Kenzi Malikov - friend, warrior, heart. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_the_kenzi392) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-04-17 22:34:00 |
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WHAT: Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kenzi. The girl named Kenzi decided that she wanted to play with some knives. Unfortunately, the girl named Kenzi hasn't exactly mastered the art of knife throwing, so the girl named Kenzi may potentially almost accidentally kill someone. Accidentally. Potentially. ALMOST. Oops?
WHEN: Early evening.
WHERE: The complex gym.
RATING: PG-13 to start.
Education, Kenzi found, was extremely important. Without education, people didn't learn. Without learning, humanity didn't advance. Without advancing, the human race would shrivel up and die. A nonexistent humanity was a very bad humanity, so teaching those of lesser brain power was something that each member of the human race was absolutely obligated to do whenever they saw someone in dire need of a lesson hard learned. And so, when Kenzi happened to stumble across a truck that was in the middle of planting a new stock of goods into a thrift shop, she felt that it was entirely within her duty to teach the driver that leaving the back end of a fully stocked truck open while flirting away with the cashier inside was a terrible, terrible life decision.
The truck had been loaded with the usual finds. Used clothes, some old jewelry, kitchen supplies, scratched up records, boxes filled with junk that even Kenzi couldn't find any worthwhile in. With the exception of some bitchin' shades and an old Coca-Cola poster that Kenzi was going to pin to her wall back at the complex, there didn't seem to be much worth walking away with.
At least, that was what Kenzi had thought until the glint of something particularly shiny had caught her eye. Poking just off the top end of a box filled with dusty paperbacks was a set of throwing knives. They weren't top of the line and had clearly seen some better days, but they were in one piece. With a little shine and sharpen, maybe Kenzi'd find some use for 'em.
Of course, in order to make use of throwing knives, one had to actually learn how to use them. That was why Kenzi had decided to chill out in the complex gym for the evening with her new blades and the lopsided head of a mannequin that she'd hauled off the truck with the rest of her stash. The head, which Kenzi had recently named Jonathan, was propped up on top of a small table that she'd set up just left of the gym door. It was obvious that Kenzi and Johnny didn't like each other very much, as Johnny had quite a few knicks and scrapes on his face from where the knives Kenzi was toying around with had struck him. Fortunately for Johnny, Kenzi never had been much for long ranged combat. Unfortunately for Johnny, that meant that she was gonna keep on throwing those used up knives of hers until at least one stuck to his stupid mannequin-y face.
With the pile of knives on the floor (and one haphazardly sticking out of the wall above Johnny's head), Kenzi only had one more blade left to throw before she had to double back and collect. If she could get at least one stuck in Johnny's mug, she'd walk away happy. Just one. Fingers poking out from the black and purple striped gloves wrapped around her hands, Kenzi gripped at at the cold, metal handle of her knife, drew in a deep breath - that was what people were supposed to do when they concentrated on stuff like this, right? - pulled her arm back, and...
The blade flew. Except, instead of hitting Johnny, it completely missed him by a whole foot and instead went flying straight toward the head of someone who happened to be in the gym doorway. For a second that seemed to last forever, Kenzi could've sworn up and down that she was about to become a knife throwing murderer. But then the knife missed her target by thismuch, thanks to some handy magic trick that her almost victim used to deflect the blade from completely stabbing her through the head.
To which, quite naturally, Kenzi could only say, "Why?!"