Regular people with regular abilities in the 'real world'. All content must be child-friendly.
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Cassandra caught sight of a girl staring at Death. "Hey you!" She yelled to the girl. "Quite staring. Who are you?" Cassandra asked as she continued punching the bag. She punched it harder with each blow untill it finally fell off the hooks. Cassandra turned and wiped the sweat from her brow.
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground. I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.
Coraline stopped her walking and turned herself around to face Cassandra, hesitating a moment. "My names Stitches." Coraline stated, doing what she could to curb her voice from being a hiss into a less hostile tone."And I wasn't staring." Coraline added, her voice hinting with defiance. The girl then continued to watch Cassandra; following her movements until the punching bag fell to the floor; the sound reverberating around the room.
Cassandra rolled her eyes at the girl. "Never correct me." Cassandra hissed walking up closer to the girl. Cassandra stared into Coraline's face and glared. "Lets see what you got." Cassandra tossed the punching gloves to her. Cassandra walked to the bag and picked it up with ease. She attatched it back to the hook and turned swiftly back to Coraline.
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground. I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.
Yes Ma'am. Coraline thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes in Cassandra's general direction as her back was turned, watching her as she lifted up the punching bag. Not wanting further disagreement with the woman who had obviously asserted her power over the girl, Coraline approached the punching bag; sliding the gloves on and taking a stance; quickly taking up punching the bag with quick sharp jabs. Stitches took a little longer than Cassandra had, but eventually the bag fell off it's hooks - causing a similar echoing noise to boom around the gym.
Cassandra nodded approvingly at coraline as they bag fell. "Very nice." She said picking the bag up. "You might just make it to assasin." Cassandra said sarcasticly as she walked over to test Coraline. She walked behind her and quickly punched her back. Cassandra then walked around front and waited for her move.
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground. I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.
Coraline lurched forward a little as Cassandra's punch came into contact with her back; knocking some of the air out of her lungs. Stitches took minimal time to recover, moving quickly as she took a swing for one of Cassandra's legs with one of her own; her aim to knock it out from underneath her - sending her to the ground.
(Don't worry. I guess here you can a little. just don't go overboard. (: )
Cassandra growled as she hit the floor. She quickly sprang up with the ease of a cat. She put her hand down her left leg and grabbed her knife. She put it between her teeth and lurched for Coraline her hands trying to find Stiches throat.
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground. I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.
Coraline watched Cassandra as she hit the floor, a premature smile springing to the girl's face. The smile quickly faded, though, as Cassandra leaped towards her, hands clutching at her bare skin. Stitches did what she could to get away, resulting in the girl dropping to the floor, rolling across and standing up a little way away from Cassandra; red prints of Cassandra's hands forming around the girl's neck. "I think you've made your point." Coraline hissed, eyeing Cassandra as she moved her weight from one foot to the other; not trusting the distance between them.
Cassandra glared at stiches. "An assasin never gives up." Cassandra hissed as she put her knife back and stared stiches up and down. "You'll make a pretty good assasin." She said reluctantly as she turned and saw Death sitting across from them. She rolled her eyes at him and walked away.
I am a closed book. I don't trust you and I don't trust me. I need a little room to breathe, you're making this hard for me, when all I need is to be set free. I need a little time to think, and if you ever will love me then all I need is a little room to breathe. I've been through and seen a lot, left at the bottom and the top. We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough, I'm just trying to be the best I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground. I used to be WiltingRoses-Please don't steal. I will be coming back to that name.