[centre][h1][color=red]Talon[/color][/h1][/centre]

Fucking bitches. They thought they were so much better then the guys- fuck, the rest of the camp. They weren't- and that was the thing, they weren't better then the rest of the camp. Talon gritted his teeth, and once more gathered his strength, muscles in his legs tensing for one moment before he launched himself, further in the air then he had before. [i]They[/i] weren't going to fucking win. He didn't care if he didn't, he was determined to make sure they weren't going to win. Fuck them. Fuck them all. [color=red]"You aren't worth freezing over."[/color] he snarled as he caught the edge of a bar, used his momentum to swing himself further up into the air. Deliberately twisting, he caught another bar, this time flinging himself further around the tower and catching himself on the platform the girls were on. 

Pulling himself up, he didn't pause. He grabbed a bar, pulled it as hard as he could, until he could push himself up and over, climbing further up the tower. He pulled bars out, using anything he could to force them to eat up precious seconds. [color=red]"I haven't even begun to try."[/color] His voice came out once more as a snarl. His muscles were warm, hot, straining, but he didn't care. He continued to yank bars out of holes, twisted rope ladders. He found himself not caring what might happen. 

He was just so damn tired of being teased, demeaned, and shit on by those fucking bitches. They tore him, other guys apart- oh but Gods above forbid if they did it to them. Fucking. Bitches. [color=red]"Getting a little slow there, aren't we?"[/color] He wanted to fight. He wanted to hit something- and right then, it didn't matter what. It was just... He was just so fucking angry. It wasn't [i]fucking[/i] fair. His body was shaking, violent need, violent energy, violent... just violence wracked his whole body as his mind kept throwing around their words, their actions, every little dig they managed to get it. 

His breathing raggered, he pressed himself against the tower, feet pressed hard against a bar, watching it as he yanked another bar towards him, violently- he was almost surprised it didn't just come flying out, to fall to the ground. But it didn't and snarling- loud, frustrated [i]angry[/i]. He well knew that he shouldn't let his anger get the better of him, but he just couldn't find a reason why to care. It was always like that. He might care later, but right then he just really didn't fucking care. The rage boiled steadily in the pit of his belly, his heart pumped, both with adrenaline and that deliciously frightening rage. It was boiling, boiling, boiling- wanting to rise over and just take everything away. 

[color=red]AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"[/color] the savage scream tore through his throat, rage streaming out as he slammed a fist against the tower, shaking hard, his eyes slammed shut tight as he slammed his fist against the wall again. As the bar began to quiver beneath him, he snarled once more and opened his eyes, reaching out for another bar and pulling himself further up the tower, knuckles- hand- scrapped, but he didn't care- didn't care about the throbbing pain that just fueled his rage further. 

[centre][h1][color=yellow]Niesha[/color][/h1][/centre]

Niesha sighed softly as she pulled herself up onto the platform everyone seemed to be converging on. What was the point of all their talk? It seemed counter productive to her. Shifting, she took a moment to let herself breath, reaching up to move hair that had escaped it's pony tail out of her eyes. She shifted her body, and glancing around. She winched, wondering if she ought to just give up- it didn't seem worth it... things were looking pretty heated. A little uneasy, Niesha watched Talon's destructive path. Would any of them stop before someone got hurt badly? 

It seemed odd to be on the outsides, apart of neither group... Niesha sighed again. She shifted, looking further up the tower, frowning slightly. She could see a path up- a good one, she was sure of it. A path that wasn't suffering too much destruction. [color=yellow]"That way."[/color] She said softly, her gaze following it up, not sure why she was even speaking. [color=yellow]"He's going to hurt someone... "[/color] She felt out of place- she always did. She wasn't like Ky' vie, or Bronwyn, nor Octavia. Or at least she just didn't know how to be. Her body shifted slightly, biting her lip as she glanced away from them, looking towards the ground, reaching up to tie her hair back again and turned back towards the tower. 

[hider=mentions][@Vicier][@Moro][/hider]