[color=f6989d][h1][center]Vicki Victory[/center][/h1][/color]

Vicki turned to her father, her face matching her audible confusion,”[color=f6989d]Dad...I don’t know what happened.[/color]”

The giant of a man strode through the gym, his very presence demanding attention. “Bill, call an ambulance and check on Don. Everything’s fine people, it’s boxing, people get hurt,” he yelled out.

Mr. Victory crawled up into the ring through the ropes, slowing his pace as he approached his daughter. Vicki was examining her fist, flexing it. Despite his immense size, Mr. Victory gently took hold of his daughter’s arm, caressing it to feel for any abnormalities. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

“[color=f6989d]No dad, I’m fine. I don’t know how I did that though. Have you ever hit someone like that?[/color]”

Mr. Victory looked straight into his daughter’s eyes, his own blue eyes searching for something. Slight wrinkles around his face gave away that he was starting to age. Buzzed blonde hair formed a thin layer on his scalp, and a thick mustache matching in color furrowed with concentration. He grunted, “No. Seems like you might wanna cut back on the weight lifting.” Vicki let out a small chuckle, appreciating the humor.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the office. See what happened.”

Vicki followed her mountainous father through the gym to the corner office, settling in a wooden chair with green cushions. One of the walls still had its brick foundations exposed, holding a cork board covered in papers and documents, as well as pictures from Mr. Victory’s younger years. A single desk lamp illuminated the office, casting harsh light onto Vicki and her father. The room stank with smoke from cheap cigars.

“Alrighty, scrappy. Explain to me what happened.

Vicki shot a sly grin at her father. He knew she still hated that nickname. “[color=f6989d]I dunno, I hit a guy, and he got hurt.[/color]”

“Thank you, doctor, very good observation. How the hell did you hit him so hard?”

“[color=f6989d]I don’t know, honestly. Adrenaline?[/color]”

“I doubt it. I ain’t saying you’re not strong, but if I can’t hit a man that far, you shouldn’t be able to either. Maybe if you swung up at him hard enough, but I’m guessing went straight at ‘im, right?”

Vicki nodded,”[color=f6989d]I got pretty nice uppercut on him, you would’ve been proud. But the punch that sent him flying, yeah, that was a straight shot to the chest.[/color]”

Mr. Victory sat back in his chair, the lamp hitting only his lap now. “Alright, listen...ambulance is gonna come and take Don away. Hopefully he doesn’t press charges, but if he does, police are gonna come and ask some questions. I’ll explain that he got injured in a bout in the ring. Not assault, an expected injury he was aware of receiving. Don’t worry about anything, alright?”

Vicki nodded, looking down at her fists.

“Go ahead and take off outta here, go cool off and get some grub. Sound good, scrappy?”

She turned back to her father, “[color=f6989d]Sounds good to me.[/color]”

As she got up to leave, Mr. Victory leaned forward in his seat, pointing a finger at Vicki, ”You don’t have to worry about the police, but we ain’t done with this, alright?”

Vicki rolled her eyes, still smiling, “[color=f6989d]I’m not a kid any more, dad. I’m not gonna run away or anything, don’t worry.[/color]”

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 [i][color=f6989d]Figures.[/color][/i]

Vicki decided to head to Cafe WiHi for some hot chocolate, but discovered that it had been closed down. Apparently it was the scene of some crime recently.

Steering away from the crime scene, Vicki settled on heading to the local diner. Most of their food was crap, but they had the best French toast she had ever eaten.

Passing through winding alleys and sidestreets, Vicki stumbled upon a little plaza with a large oak tree rooted in the middle of a large planter; the local landmark at Orchid Road. Leaves were falling all around the plaza, dancing in the wind. Definitely an Instagram-worthy moment.

At the base of the tree, two young men were sitting, either meditating or doing some kind of yoga. They looked to be either Seniors in high school, or just graduated.

 [i][color=f6989d]Hipsters.[/color][/i]

She continued past them, finally arriving at the diner. Vicki entered inside and sat down before a waitress could seat her, spreading her arms out across the back of her seat. The place was mostly empty anyway.

Seeing three workers, one a skinny blue-haired girl, one a tall, buxom woman, and the last a tall, skinny guy, Vicki waved them down, expecting at least one of them would see her.

[color=f6989d]”Hey dolls, could one of you come and help me out?[/color]” Vicki called out, her smile oozing with charm.

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