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TheWildBunnii
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The Obsessed Latina
STATUS: I'm feeling wicked! In the mood to play a antagonist. 8 yrs ago
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She was drained, washed out of energy like the sound of his muted footsteps. Her calves shook with every step she took.
"Going a bit hard there, aren't you?"
Her train of thought was interrupted, losing her footing on the moving platform, her eyes widen in shock as she fell forward. Her torso fell on top of the treadmill, her hand reached out for the black string of the magnetic emergency break and her arms stretched. Successfully, the machine came to a full stop when her body hit the ground as her arms comfort her fall.
"Crap..." Catalina whispered under the irregular breathing, her teeth clenched as pain shot through her wrists from landing on it while her muscles spasms in protest from the intense workout. Giving up, she rolled onto her back for the second time for that day.
Catalina's gazed sightlessly over at the newcomer, her lips part to provided passage of oxygen to her lungs. She had not heard him enter until he spoke.
She was thankful that she still had ran a mile, still had her wits about her. If Catalina had shouted at him as she’d often seen some girls do for not minding his own business, she would lose her bit of dignity. There was nothing that she would like to share with him. He was a stranger, and her life, though simple, was full of secrets.
" It's either this or," She laughed, and then a tear escaped her eye, she roughly brushed it away.
@TheHangedMan
"Going a bit hard there, aren't you?"
Her train of thought was interrupted, losing her footing on the moving platform, her eyes widen in shock as she fell forward. Her torso fell on top of the treadmill, her hand reached out for the black string of the magnetic emergency break and her arms stretched. Successfully, the machine came to a full stop when her body hit the ground as her arms comfort her fall.
"Crap..." Catalina whispered under the irregular breathing, her teeth clenched as pain shot through her wrists from landing on it while her muscles spasms in protest from the intense workout. Giving up, she rolled onto her back for the second time for that day.
Catalina's gazed sightlessly over at the newcomer, her lips part to provided passage of oxygen to her lungs. She had not heard him enter until he spoke.
She was thankful that she still had ran a mile, still had her wits about her. If Catalina had shouted at him as she’d often seen some girls do for not minding his own business, she would lose her bit of dignity. There was nothing that she would like to share with him. He was a stranger, and her life, though simple, was full of secrets.
" It's either this or," She laughed, and then a tear escaped her eye, she roughly brushed it away.
@TheHangedMan
I see not much has happened since my disappearance. I shall post when I can.
@TheHangedMan It is time to declare war.
I am down.
@The ghost in black No love, sorry.
@Eklispe I knew it.... >.<
Look, I am willing to work 9-5 with a one hour break for cake.
....
Ok, I just want the cake.... to play with... not eat it...ok...I really want to eat it, just don't tell the brownies...they kinda get jelly..
Look, I am willing to work 9-5 with a one hour break for cake.
....
Ok, I just want the cake.... to play with... not eat it...ok...I really want to eat it, just don't tell the brownies...they kinda get jelly..
@Eklispe Yay, hello co-boss person!
Left . . . left . . . right . . . left . . . bob . . . weave . . . shuffle, then BANG!
Right hook.
The pounding sound of the hits she delivered to the punching bag echoed off of the hard glass mirrors of the gymnasium, sweat traced her determined features. After the assembly in the auditorium, Catalina had managed to sneak into gym. It was here that she disciplined her mind and body, where she burned away her weaknesses and mortality by tapping into the 'hidden secrets' of her mind. Her taped knuckles protested as slammed her fist into the plastic fabric.
"...What else did I expect from someone who calls for daddy to help her instead of dealing with it herself."
Inhale.
Catalina literally saw red; she then used every pugilistic skill she knew and applied that on the body of her victim. Her heart beat rapidly from the intense work out, the feeling of rage begin to surface for the fifth time today. The rage and power are no less, just controlled and focused, like the sun blazing through a magnifying glass, and turned into a burning beam of laser light. Wild punches become deliberate attacks, months of training and technique surface in muscle memory, and the archer's flailing becomes the calculated dance of a trained warrior.
"...someone who calls for daddy.."
Exhale.
Catalina paused for a moment, hugged the swaying bag and place her forehead to rest against the bruised wall of the bag, panting. How much she desired to...
Escape.
Relief washed over her, as the thought of her lungs push it's final breathe, to her sweet escape. Catalina never had nothing to fear; growing up in a environment where any sign of weakness was unacceptable. Catalina crumbled down to the ground as she welcomed the weight of exhaustion. Swinging bag swayed, she raised her eyes toward the ceiling and froze. Time stopped as her mind raced.
" *Slabuţ, Catalina..."
His words echoed her troubled mind. Soon her body was screaming in protest, still she ignored it, lying motionless and breathing deeply.
Her father; the man radiant pure evil. In this lifetime, she was just a pawn. His pawn. Catalina never thought how different the darkness would affect a person, the darkness that thirst for one's soul. Passion poured fuel onto the flickering ember in her soul. Yet, a piece of her had a reason to fight, a reason to survive. That drive will either make her more determined or destroy her. A bitter smile touched Catalina's lips, pushed herself to her feet in one fluid motion.
She went into a stretching routine. Working quick and smoothly, she began to stretch and loosen all the things that had tightened during her long 'meditation'. The stretching issued pain and protests of it's own, but she ignored this, also. When she had loosened all her major muscle groups, she climbed onto the treadmill that sat ready waiting on the floor. Starting up a fast pace, Catalina continued to focus on her body. Everything seemed to hurt. However, she continued to run, pushing her body harder and faster. Soon her body was screaming in protest and still she ignored it as she ran harder and faster with every step.
*Weak
Right hook.
The pounding sound of the hits she delivered to the punching bag echoed off of the hard glass mirrors of the gymnasium, sweat traced her determined features. After the assembly in the auditorium, Catalina had managed to sneak into gym. It was here that she disciplined her mind and body, where she burned away her weaknesses and mortality by tapping into the 'hidden secrets' of her mind. Her taped knuckles protested as slammed her fist into the plastic fabric.
"...What else did I expect from someone who calls for daddy to help her instead of dealing with it herself."
Inhale.
Catalina literally saw red; she then used every pugilistic skill she knew and applied that on the body of her victim. Her heart beat rapidly from the intense work out, the feeling of rage begin to surface for the fifth time today. The rage and power are no less, just controlled and focused, like the sun blazing through a magnifying glass, and turned into a burning beam of laser light. Wild punches become deliberate attacks, months of training and technique surface in muscle memory, and the archer's flailing becomes the calculated dance of a trained warrior.
"...someone who calls for daddy.."
Exhale.
Catalina paused for a moment, hugged the swaying bag and place her forehead to rest against the bruised wall of the bag, panting. How much she desired to...
Escape.
Relief washed over her, as the thought of her lungs push it's final breathe, to her sweet escape. Catalina never had nothing to fear; growing up in a environment where any sign of weakness was unacceptable. Catalina crumbled down to the ground as she welcomed the weight of exhaustion. Swinging bag swayed, she raised her eyes toward the ceiling and froze. Time stopped as her mind raced.
" *Slabuţ, Catalina..."
His words echoed her troubled mind. Soon her body was screaming in protest, still she ignored it, lying motionless and breathing deeply.
Her father; the man radiant pure evil. In this lifetime, she was just a pawn. His pawn. Catalina never thought how different the darkness would affect a person, the darkness that thirst for one's soul. Passion poured fuel onto the flickering ember in her soul. Yet, a piece of her had a reason to fight, a reason to survive. That drive will either make her more determined or destroy her. A bitter smile touched Catalina's lips, pushed herself to her feet in one fluid motion.
She went into a stretching routine. Working quick and smoothly, she began to stretch and loosen all the things that had tightened during her long 'meditation'. The stretching issued pain and protests of it's own, but she ignored this, also. When she had loosened all her major muscle groups, she climbed onto the treadmill that sat ready waiting on the floor. Starting up a fast pace, Catalina continued to focus on her body. Everything seemed to hurt. However, she continued to run, pushing her body harder and faster. Soon her body was screaming in protest and still she ignored it as she ran harder and faster with every step.
*Weak
@TheHangedMan Do not worry, it happens.
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