Post by Jackie Bariole on Oct 28, 2019 22:10:44 GMT -5
Heidi's eyes flashed fiery hot as she pressed her way through the double doors, from the sedate warmth of the dorm and into the frigid chill of Fall night. Her body smoked in the evening air, bare skin giving off trails of lashing steam as she strode confidently forth, and that was an awful lot of bare skin. Nearly two meters tall, Heidi's athletic frame as as bare to the elements as it was possible to be and still publicly decent. A pair of sporty shorts, utterly unsuited to the autumnal chill, fluttered red and gold about her thighs, a study in comfort which, for all their looseness, left little to the imagination, just as they left most of her long legs uncovered. In stark contrast, her tank top could have been sprayed on, for how tightly it hugged every curve of muscle from her shoulders down to her ribs. It's slashed gold on blue design, harsh and angular, drew attention to a swarthy swathe of midrift, immaculately detailed and carelessly bear, and left her broad shoulders and powerful arms worryingly free of constraint. Her feet were bare, untroubled by the leafy path across which she walked. In her hand, she carried a bottle of smoky brown glass, a half measure of frothing amber swirling by her hip. Heidi paused a few steps past the dorm door, head tipped back in a decidedly aquiline gesture as she surveyed the yard just outside of the building. Then she saw her. Slender, dark skinned, and waiting not a dozen strides from where Heidi was stood. "That her?" She asked, with a glance back at Nasrin, only a couple of steps behind, a wicked glee twinkling golden bright in the corner of her eye. At the pinkette's assent, that twinkle became a blazing beacon. Heidi's smirk spread into an almost beatific grin and, though the wind was cool across her skin, it was like her whole body was on fire. Swinging back around, eyes cutting a gilded slash through the twilight, she paused just long enough to tip back her head and empty into her mouth the last dregs from the bottle she'd carried out with her. Bitter and lukewarm though it was, it was sweet as ambrosia in her mouth, cold as ice on her smoldering tongue. As Heidi drank down the last mouthful, she looked over this girl who didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She wasn't much to look at, really. Average height, which made her shorter than Heidi, with an athletic build like most trainees had. The sort of build that looked small beside Heidi. Dark skin, which was a nice change from the paler complexions most girls at Haven seemed to have, but that was where all appeal stopped. Had she passed Kishka in the street, Heidi would have looked once, for sure, but only once. Once was all she was worth. Lowering the bottle, empty now, Heidi smirked. Her breath misted hot and white before her face, wisping up from the corners of that smirk like sulfurous gasses escaping a rent in the earth. She was riled, fired up, as hot under the collar as if there had been shots of molten gold flowing through her veins. She should have been thanking her, this Kishka, this one glance girl, for providing her with such a plausible excuse. An excuse to cut loose, and add some much needed spice to the evening. Any evening, after all, could be improved with a good fight. It almost put her in a mind to go easy on Kishka, to draw things out, and to make this fight really worth her while. Then she thought about what Kishka had done. What she had said. Running her mouth like she had; Like she had a right to; Like Heidi wouldn't hear her. Like Heidi wouldn't hear and wonder who this little frosted punk thought she was, mouthing off to Nasrin. Disrespectful was what it was, to think she could get away with it. And then she'd only made matters worse. See, picking a fight with Nasrin was one thing. That called for a lesson, but it didn't need to be a harsh one. A whispered word, a reminder of the friends which Nasrin had, was all it would have taken. Talking about Jackie, though? Mistaking Jackie for Heidi?! That was another thing entirely. It was a mistake this Kishka wouldn't make twice. But actions spoke louder than words. That was why Heidi didn't say a thing as she stepped across the empty space, closed those last few strides between herself and her prey. She just stared and smiled. Smiled, because she was happy for the lesson she was about to teach, and that Kishka was soon to learn. The smaller girl looked up as Heidi came closer, seeming surprised. Then she looked past the towering Atlesian ever so briefly, perhaps caught a glimpse of Nasrin at Heidi's back, then flicked her eyes back up to Heidi's broadening smile. Confusion and mounting unease played across her frigid features. Jackie knew this girl, of course, and she obviously knew Jackie, but she could not reconcile the girl she'd expected with the woman stood before her. "Wait," She said, and was that a hint of indignation forming on her face, a vestige of annoyance, as she asked, perfunctorily, "Who the fuck are you?" In answer, Heidi raised the empty bottle. Without a word, she flicked it towards Kishka, underhand and palm up, the way a less exceptional person might flick a bottle-cap. It shot past the gawking girl with such blistering speed that, upon hitting the wall some dozen meters behind her, it popped, leaving nothing behind but a dusty residue and a white divot in the wall. Heidi cursed inwardly; She'd been aiming for Kishka'd face. That was a mistake easily rectified, however. Stepping forward, clenching her upraised fist, Heidi snarled, swung, aiming right at the little woman's careless mouth. |
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