i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Shades of Death (Closed)
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2020 21:12:34 GMT
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[googlefont=Montserrat&display=swap] [attr="class","beancontainer"] [attr="class","beanheader"] [attr="class","beantext"]TW: strangulation, violence, blood [break][break] When he gets in her face, Gemma doesn't move, his size merely serving as an observation, but not a definite pitfall. One good strike, and she'd be set. He may know how to throw a punch, but Gemma knows how to survive. [break][break] With his back turned, Gemma's hand finds her hip. She glances at the Mightyena with a specific disdain, before letting her Espeon deal with it. Not too harshly, but enough that it topples on it's side after its mind is invaded and shown horrendous things. [break][break] Gemma comes up behind the thug, a butterfly knife slipped from the utility belt on her hip. She swings it around her fingers until it's fully open, before holding it firmly in her hand. [break][break] One good strike. One good strike. [break][break] The man turns around, just in time to see his pokemon laying on their ground, unconscious, and Gemma standing there with her knife. His hands come up, reaching for her throat. They wrap and press and bruise, and Gemma is... [break][break] Calm. [break][break] Her hand raises, a tear streams down her face, and she slams the knife right into his jugular vein. The man staggers back, and when Gemma pulls the knife free, blood spurts and splatters on the floor, on her face, on her clothes. He swings for her. Gemma holds her throat and tries to breathe, and rasps out for Thomas to come in - to help her.
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