[h1][b][i][color=orange][center]Michelle "Shelly" Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=orange][b]Location[/b][/color]:Patio
[color=orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Stamina
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Shelly could not punch her way out of a bird fight. The ravens were on a bloody mission nothing was going to distract them from swooping on Shelly, not even the sun capturing safety glass. Shelly ducked and tightened her guard, protecting her face, the ravens couldn't break any more bones, but they could take out an eye. Nothing could be done about the torturous scratching to the back of the head and intense throbbing inside, but neither would kill her, it was just cruel. 

The nuclear option was looking like the easy way out, it always did, and that was why she ought to be so careful with it. It simply wasn't fair to mess with people the way she could, and so it had to be justified, not just an escape, but with a clear and appropriate goal in mind. Ordinary escape however was still a good idea. While she still had half a tank of gas, bolting back inside was an option but by the looks of things, she'd have better chances out here versus one mutie, than in there versus several. Jean's pleas for non-violence fell on deaf ears, [color=orange][i]after what you did to me? How dare you.[/i][/color] Shelly was still glad the puppeteer's new found pascifism meant it was still a one on one for now.

Shelly turned her attention back to her attacker.[color=orange][i]How had she gotten this bent out of shape over words and tap water?[/i][/color] Shelly puzzled over the connundum. She roared and hissed like a wild animal, transformed into animals, talks of the events of her past from the perpective of an animal, her own brother outright admitted she doesn't behave like an ordinary human. [color=orange][i]You Humans...[/i][/color] Its almost like she doesn't even consider herself one. But to put it to her bluntly that she's animalistic, she takes offence? It was absurd, incoherent. So why did she even leave? Despite the hunters, despite the food shortages, where you not happier with your pack? And if she thought being a human would save you from those, guess again. Shelly knew all too well about the sort of hunters that would have Ayita just for her mutant blood. [color=orange][i]Why would she even bother trying to socialise with humans if she hated their kind so much? It was only going to lead to more conflic-[/i][/color]

Oh.

They were more alike than Shelly first realised. Girls torn between two very seperate worlds, never quite fitting in either. The pieces slotted into place: bad behaviour, words choosen hastily, bullying and retaliation. Everything made sense, Shelly still wasn't wrong, but atleast she understood how they got here.

The headache was only getting worse and any desire to continue physically fighting with Ayita was waning. Maybe the mutie mindreader was right, maybe the fight could be ended with non-violence, but how? Armed with the knowledge they were cast from a similar dye, Shelly tried to ponder what she'd want to hear in Ayita's position, but between the torture and the headache, she could barely think. 

Shelly collapsed to the ground defeated, arms still wrapped across her face.

[color=orange]"What do you want from me Ayita?"[/color] Shelly murmured.