Footloose and Free; The Party in Paradise

[EriChar]

It is often thought by many that the great ocean of the world known as South Blue was the warmest sea there was. Dotted with nations that seemed to possess an overabundance of sand, surf and most of all sun, it seemed that this body of water that was neither up, down nor right of the world’s centre was something of a paradise. Simple logic dictating that given the makeup of the world that the northern and southern quarters of the world would have similar climates, it seemed rather odd that one was more noted for its cool climbs and the other the opposite. Perhaps a simple matter of human psychology meaning that north means cold and south means hot, it did not at all account for those who did not have the luck to live above the equator, for such souls south meant cold and north had a hotter meaning. However, for our tale this has little bearing, as it takes place in a warm land in the south known as Aityaia.

A tropical paradise filled with beaches and blazing sun, as well as the odd rumour now and then that their dense jungle hosted a clan of Ninja, Aityaia was certainly a place with certain charm of its character. We could definitely delve deeply into the relaxed vibe and getaway feel that this place held, and even talk at length about the many bars and eateries it had. Yet we are not going to do that. Not only is this picture painting prose providing something of a deja-vu in this land, it also isn’t completely true at the moment. The sun still beating down with that gentle hotness that should have melted stress away and the tides rolling backward and forward with an ocean opera that could sooth any soul, while all the pieces were there to find fun and frolicking good times in Maethen, the streets were absent of these things. It was a shame really that this gentle charm had been forced away, but the circumstances of which we shall not delve too deeply into at this precise moment, for now we shall focus on a girl. But why is a girl so important?

“Urmph~” A soft and pleasured moan escaping the mouth of our mentioned Miss, as something that she felt like she had been missing for far too long entered her body, this particular blonde shivered with delight and felt even as she was stuffed that she wanted more. Those sun coloured tresses shifting as her hand shot forward to take more of what she desired, the young woman licked her lips and would probably have been drooling had her mouth not been filled in a moment.
“Oh god, i-is sho~” Practically incoherent as she indulged that blissful fullness, the violet eyes of this indulgent individual fell backwards as she sank into this feeling of delight. A softness passing through her lips and making her cheeks bulge, through her nose this violet eyed beauty snorted for breath like a pig as she indulged herself before swallowing hard, each and every morsel of what she gobbled feeling like a doughy ambrosia she was imbibing.

“It’s so good, gimme more!” Crumbs on her cheeks as she found herself forgoing cutlery and using the most ancient set of tools, the hands of our famished focus were filled with clumps of bread as she wiped up sauce smeared across her plate and demanded more. Positively starved and desperate to feel herself full, the girl had already polished off a sizeable pile of plates to her side and still didn’t sense that she was stuffed just yet, grinning at the cook opposite and waving for more food to be passed her way.
“Can’t beat some good ol' home cookin~!” The pan opposite her firing with a sizzle once more as meat and eggs were tossed inside it, with a deep breath this blonde and breadcrumb bearded beauty leaned back in her seat and gave a sigh, leaning back in her chair and finding that the café she had entered was surprisingly empty.

“Surprised you don’t have more customers when the food’s this good, buddy!” The brow above one of those pale indigo gems bobbing as she saw that she was the only patron here, the man who was cooking for her jerked his shoulders in a shrug and seemed reluctant to talk about his lack of business. Our lady lead afforded a moment of quiet as she waited for her thirteenth course to be cooked, as she hummed softly to herself and looked for something to occupy her attention, it seems natural for us to take a moment to learn why we are following this gluttonous girl.

The name of this diner a small act of alliteration, she had been born to a man with the name of Rackham and given the name of Roxanne at that little event. Preferring those she liked to call her the shorter form of ‘Roxy’, this wide eyed and hungry thing was dressed in a pair of black shorts and high brown boots, but that wasn’t to say that was all she wore. Over her top an orange shirt wrapped around with a buttoned jacket of tan tone that clung to her waist and chest, her outfit was a bit uncoordinated and definitely not particularly ladylike, but this was a girl who didn’t sweat those kind of small details. Definitely a big improvement on the black and white striped onesie she had arrived in, while the clothes she now wore had been acquired by wholly legal means they were comfortable enough and didn’t paint her for the criminal that she truly was.

Penniless and without a possession to her name, Miss Rackham ran her hands backward through the messy hair that she possessed, enjoying the fact that she could now move her mitts exactly as she wishes. Iron manacles wrapping around those slender arms for much of the past few years, the arrival of the girl in this land had been about as lawful as how she had laid her hands on the outfit she wore. Skipping out on a prisoner transport by way of a rowboat, she had rolled those oars for what felt like months before washing up on the beach here, but one shouldn’t assume she was a wrong ‘un simply because she had broken out of jail after a three year confinement.

Charged and sentenced for an assault that nearly killed a man, this too should not be held against her. Neither should the fact that she had been a street thug before this misdeed, or the knowledge that she was born to a pair of pirates. This knowledge was definitely things that stood against this blonde beauty becoming the hero of our tale, and yet they didn’t. There were plenty of things about this girl that could have easily told you that she was bad, but you shouldn’t believe them. This was definitely a wonderful woman to be counted on by any in need, and while we have yet to really show you why that was as she resumed stuffing her face with food she likely never intended to pay for, eventually we will get around to doing just that…

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Roxy Rackham #faff76

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[Kami-Gaz]

Sun, sea, and a good place to party that is what Aityaia is marketed as to all who travel in the south blue. Or that is what it is supposed to be. For the last few days the marketed party island that everyone could come to spend a few days cutting loose and having fun has become rather dull recently. That isn’t because the sun had suddenly stopped shinning or that the beaches had turned into miles of jagged glass and hate. No, it was more the fact that after a recent incident there had been a change of management within the local law enforcement.

Well this is what the beach wear clad pint sized Fish woman Party lover had gathered in her last few days on the island. This had become apparent after she managed to hear about a party suddenly being stopped after some big man came in beat some trouble makers up and busted that party up so hard that it discouraged everyone from even going out to the bars at night and even some of the more popular restaurants during the day and the beaches have been void from everything but the people here on a simple family holiday.

Apart from the odd stare… okay all the stares that the pale blue skin, the flattened docile fins or the short but well mature body McKaela Kenzington, nothing bad was happening. That pretty much summed up the life of this Gyojin woman since her release from the gladiatorial pits about 6 years ago, odd looks and a lot of disappointing days of freedom where she saw people weaker than her oppress people weaker than them, people attempt to belittle her and marines who had a heavy hand when dealing with those of the non-human persuasion. It was safe to say her antics hadn’t gotten her in any major trouble but it did earn her a small amount of infamy in the more hip and happening places.

Now the woman was walking along the golden sands of the beachfront towards a certain bar she had been helping out in recent days. The feeling of the salty sea spray was more than a bit refreshing for the watery deep local, it was downright invigorating. The way it soaked her simple white two-piece bikini and semi-translucent Sarong skirt and her skin made her glisten and shine in the sun like no human could. The few stares turned into a few dropped jaws and a few husbands to get a healthy kicking in the shins.

With copper hair blazing in the wind Kay would take note of the commotion a simple stroll had caused and chuckled to herself. “Either in an arena, or on the beach the jaws just keep dropping~” She sang to herself as a small round football flew towards the beauty. “Miss look out!” A small kid shouted as the ball flew straight at her, clearly faster and harder than a kid could kick but it was nice for the warning.

Stopping just short of the path the ball was taking the woman would let her metallic hair shimmer in the sun before she spun on her heel and hopped into the air pushing her rear out and smacking the ball with her rump. For a short second, it looked like she was frozen in the air as the ball impacted her with a smack… then in a flash she carried on spinning around and the ball shot into the sand in front of an angry looking man’s feet causing an explosion of sand and the sound of a shotgun going off ringing around the beach. Gently a pair of webbed feet landed in the shallow waves making nothing but a ripple in the water. “Can’t touch this~” She teased to the sand covered man, who clearly looked flustered, scared and had a wet spot in his dry bathing suit now.

“NAW SHIT. I’m late to me Cher, gotta run!” The beach bade shouted to the rest of the beach goers before sprinting off towards a wooden shack, a newly rebuilt bar with a sign. ‘Grand Reopening Tonight. Blue Lagoon.’

[EriChar]

“Sooo... what did you say you were doing here, again?” The quiet cook eventually deciding that a fifteen course meal warranted a little bit of outlay in the realms of small talk, he raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the blonde who was stuffing eggs into her mouth. An older fellow who had seemed somewhat subdued by Miss Rackham’s standards, to the gluttonous girl he seemed stiff or tense, like something was taking up a part of his mind that prevented him relaxing.
As long as he isn’t worried about how I’m gonna pay the bill, no big deal… Cheeks stuffed with egg particles as the question was asked, with a slight look of guilt the girl blinked at the chef before swallowing her mouthful, the size of the mouthful making her gasp for air before she could answer. Table manners were not for everyone, it seemed.

“Ah, not much! I’m looking to meet up with a friend but not here…” Resting her elbow on the bar at which she was eating and toying with the hair at the back of her head, there was something oddly intimidating in having a little chat with even a man as innocuous as this. Not used to having conversations in such a relaxed scenario, while this fellow was quiet and on the whole unthreatening she felt a little bit out of her depth since most of her recent discussions had revolved around throwing insults at her fellow women. Only a teen when she had been tossed behind bars, perhaps the weirdest part of this unexpected unease was the fact that she was being talked to like an equal? This man looking at her and seeing someone who was an adult, even with the hunt of gruffness that this guy showed it felt like one of the first times in her life that the blonde had been talked to without a sense of condescension, at least from a ‘grown up’.

“We planned to meet up somewhere else but I came here by, well not entirely an accident but not entirely not, if that makes sense? The waves and the winds decided it for me, let’s say?” Not that she minded having a chat with this man too much, it was something that Roxy was going to have to get used to after all. However, the slight anxiety that this situation provided this usually confident girl making her aware of how much she was babbling, with a slight pinkness showing in her cheeks the light eyed lady stuffed a sausage into her mouth and munched on it to distract herself.
"But I can't keep her waiting, so I can't stay for too long!" Meat torn apart by her teeth and spilling that warm and rewarding taste of grease onto her tongue, the sensation eased the nerves that the drifter felt and with a smile she sank backward into her chair.

“A friend, huh?” The owner of the eatery returning to his work as Roxanne continued to eat, the man looked upward thoughtfully as he dried off some of the pans that his customer had used with a white rag, shaking his head before looking into the soapy water in front of him and frowning.
“Well, it might be for the best that you’re gonna be on your way soon enough…” Speaking as he opened the door to a cupboard and put his cookware into it, as the dining damsel swallowed her sausage she saw something in his eye that made his words seem more sourced from sorrow than rudeness. A flicker in the eye of the cook that looked to have a mix of sadness and fear within it, it was a sight that this particular blonde was all too familiar with. Seeing that hint of desperation in the eye of dozens of the darlings that found their way to the Cormac Correctional Compound, and in her own reflection when she was a child that particular look was one that the visiting vixen never enjoyed and felt a chill pass through her spine the second she spotted it.

“You uh… There something going on here that’s… ummm…” Sitting forward in her chair and trying to find the words to find out more about that split second sight, despite her concern the golden haired girl struggled to summon the right phrase she needed to ask what she wanted to know. A stubborn girl who found it hard herself to ask for help, she seemed to have something of a sense for when others were in bother but found herself more a person of action or words. Ready to throw a hard punch at anything that might threaten a person, things like finding the right answers or even the right questions seemed so much harder than taking down a dragon to protect a friend, but swallowing the frog in her throat the blonde pressed on.

“Everything OK around here, buddy?” Perhaps not the most purposeful, probing or poetic query that she could have made but her concern voiced all the same, beneath those straw coloured bangs the brows of this beauty drooped outwardly. Those dazzling violet eyes seeming larger all of a sudden as she leaned even further forward to the point that her behind was now hovering several inches off the seat she had been sitting upon. Lips pursed into a slight pout as she tried her best to look supportive, for a moment it seemed as if her worry was going to bring the reward she sought as a flicker of hope appeared in the cook’s eyes, before being quickly quenched.

“It’s uh, best you don’t get too involved in our business.” Something within the man seeming to stamp out that sense of faith after less than a second, the man shut his eyes and shook his head firmly, taking a step back away from the woman at his eatery. Miss Rackham blinking at the reaction in silence as she tried to figure out what exactly was stopping him talking, with a murmur she tried to press the issue but was immediately cut off as the cook stepped toward his register.
“A-And if you’re finished eating we should probably settle up the bill?”

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Roxy Rackham #faff76
The Cook #afafaf

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[Kami-Gaz]

The goal was in sight, the bar that she was appointed to be at five minutes ago. The time spent playing along the beach was time that should have been spent actually heading to her destination. Instead she spent the time teasing the locals and some of the braver holiday makers who did not fear the menace to parties everywhere. Surprisingly the braver ones were families with smaller children. That was one of the more odd things that the fish woman had spotted, that and the guys unusually wet swimming shorts, there was a single patch of dampness in the crotch region on the man who was completely dry.

The feeling of damp sand between the webbed toes of the sea dwelling woman was nice, different, far better than the baking hot dry sand of the arena. The transition between the damp texture to the silky smooth white sands of the beach was just as pleasing, the warm ground to dust rocky material was a heavenly to the Gyojin. This joy however was going to be rudely interrupted as she approached the boardwalk, the stained brown wood that acted as a pathway to for the shops and restaurants along the beach edge.

“Oi, Sushi! Yeah I’m talking to you scum.” A man shouted over, spitting in the fish woman’s direction as she ran by, he dwarfed the woman in size, all of the men ion the small group did. Kay was just so small in comparison to them that it was almost comical. “Yeah! I’m talking to you little fishy, why don’t you go back to the pond where you came from and leave us normal people be.” He continued to bark at the woman who had now stood completely still, her feet now rooted into the sand barely a foot in front of the group. The crater where the ball had impacted was next to her, there was still a lingering haze of dust in the air from the impact itself. “You’re just waiting to be someone’s pet if you stick around here. Get lost. Freak.”

Shaking her head the woman would only smile and take a step forwards, everyone but the loud mouth took a step back, fearing the little woman and the strength she had just displayed. That was for the best really, because the view of them staring down the person shorter themselves when they were stood next to her was just awkward. “Your buddy kicked that ball with such umpff that it would cause a bruise on my lovely skin. It would be a shame if it had actually done that. Because if it did, I would have to have given him, you and the rest of your buddies bruises… Nasty bruises too.” She growled, though the corners of her lips were curled into a vicious smile that only a true thrill seeker got, she was hoping he would make a move, start a dance.

Looking frightened at how this woman who was shorter than him threatened him the man would take a good step back and then start laughing as one of his friends leaned forwards and pointed to Kay’s leg, whilst obscured by a sarong her tight was still visible through the semi translucent material. “Danny… She’s one of those from the arena… from there. She is free…. I only know one fish woman who won her freedom from there…” He said starting to ramble of some of the exposition of Kay’s backstory. “She is water whip Kenzie.” He said grabbing the man’s shoulder and pulling him back as much as he could.

Giggling the woman would bed over and break out into a fit of laughter at this development, not many people recognised her and those that did were rightly terrified of her… this group had seemingly annoyed her. “Oh Danny Boy, tank the guy who wet himself and brains, go and get changed and come to the Blue Lagoon tonight. You kinda made my day, so I’m inviting you to the grand reopening shindig. Well it’s tomorrow, but I need some muscle to help me set up some decorations. And little old me can’t do it all alone.” The bikini clad warrior said as she stood up straight and made her move to get past the men, and their confused faces. “Get moving lads! Chop chop, you have to go and get buff for all the ladies that work behind the bar.” She added with a chuckle before walking on, as if nothing happened at all.

[EriChar]

”THIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF!!!!!!!!!”

The quiet cook seeming suddenly so much more vocal, as the beauty with blonde hair sprinted from his bellowing broadcast it was obvious to any and all who could hear it that he had not been terribly sympathetic to Roxy’s current financial situation.
Jeeeez, I told the guy I’d pay him back when I had the cash… Finally fessing up to her financial unfeasibility in regard to the fee of the meal, saying that the cook had taken it badly had been an understatement. As soon as this penniless diner had confessed to her bankruptcy the cook seeming like a god of wrath and violence, the door to the man’s diner had already had a window burst by the iron pan he had thrown at her, and now as she scampered spiritedly away more ironware was shooting past her head.

"SHE'S A THIEF!!!!"

Hurling his kitchenware with some gusto as he pursued the young woman he felt beholden to him, though Miss Rackham knew she could easily knock the stuffing out of his charge it felt oddly wrong to ring the clock of a benefactor. The man providing this galloping gal of golden hair with the first decent meal she had in what had seemed to be her whole life, whilst she could have easily turned on her heel and sank a heavy foot into his belly to stop him, that was not an option for the favour he had done for her. Definitely desiring to honour the debt she had accrued even if the cook felt differently, the young woman had little option but escape as she darted down the main street of this municipality known as Maethen, the feet of the femme flailed beneath her and she found herself easily able to avoid the projectiles that were tossed her way with little trouble.

Perhaps a townsman or two hit by friendly fire as the blonde barrelled her way along the boardwalk, it seemed that her cheetah-like legs were about to carry to her safety as she sprang along with little sign of fatigue and so turned to give the cook a wave.
“Thanks, love, I’ll pay you back soon en-UGH!” A friendly parting that was interrupted by a sudden obstacle, with her head turned Roxanne was helpless to see the trio of Marine men who had been brought to the street because of the shouting and was sorry to find herself now smashing into them. Momentum on her side but the sudden shock of hitting something throwing her off balance, as the girl levelled one of their number and skidded on the floor, she felt the world around her spin for a moment as she tried to get her bearings as all the while the cook drew closer to her.

“Oh, sorry guys, just in a bit of a rush right now!” Naturally throwing an apology toward the souls into whom she had crashed, as a sense of equilibrium returned to this fleeing femme she made to return to her feet, but suddenly stopped as she spied their uniforms. One man in a white shirt and blue scarf laying on the ground with his eyes spinning around, the stunned second and third parties looked between their friend and the person who had flattened them for a moment before yet another cry from the cook compelled them into action.

“That girl is a thief, arrest her!” The ragged voice of the chef carrying to the ears of the three people still awake after the collision and for a moment they all weighed their options. Marines naturally seeming to wonder if the call of the citizen was worth their time, the consideration of their quarry was a little bit more in depth as she weighed up her options mentally.
They don’t seem too tough but… If I beat them up, it might make this place a pain to get off of! Fist already balled up and ready to send the duo into the ground like their buddy, while Roxy was already confident that such a wimpy looking pair of officers wouldn’t prove a problem, the bigger picture here made her slam that balled mitt into the ground. Knowing she couldn’t exactly go around flattening every tom, dick and harry Marine she saw if she was trying to avoid attention, one might have argued that such thinking may have been more prudent when she skipped out on a meal without paying. Such issues by the by at this point in time, with a groan and a grunt the gal rolled herself back onto her feet just a moment before one of the soldiers lunged at her and took off once again.

Old guy looks a bit worse for wear… Hope he’s alright? Casting her head back to see the pair of Marines giving chase, as the third remained sprawled across the ground she could see the cook near the fallen man wheezing and found herself even in this moment worrying he might have a heart attack from the exertion. Tutting to herself in annoyance at how much guilt this concern seemed to spread throughout her form, Miss Rackham hammered her heels into the floor but found that these trained souls were a little bit harder to outpace than a middle aged diner owner.
Just give up, you idiots, you’re not worth my trouble right now! Sighing and opting for a more complicated method of evasion, with a flick of her feet the bounding blonde bounced around and sped into the next alley that she could see, hoping she might be able to give the soldiers the slip before she drew too much attention to herself. A thief perhaps an issue for a beat cop or low level lawman, they were soon to show a whole lot more serious interest if they realized she was currently on the run from prison…

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Roxy Rackham #faff76
The Cook #afafaf

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[Kami-Gaz]

There was no change in weather during the time it took to whip some hot heads into line, but the atmosphere surrounding the wooden pathway that lined the beach certainly changed. There was the underlying air of tension. Something was about to happen, something that changes the world around the people involved. Mckayla Kenzington was not aware of the situation happening a few buildings ahead of her, nor were the marines that were knocked on their ass by the blonde that was now barrelling Kay’s way.

The older fish woman caught the incident in the corner of her eye as she darted into the alleyway, avoiding any potential issue with the law was the best idea for the ex-slave, freedom was something she wanted to retain, without needing to fight for it… just for a while longer at least. Now in the shadows Kenzie could see what was going on. A girl had dined and dashed, the owner looked very annoyed and in the escape the dasher had knocked over a small marine patrol, one being an older man was not getting up to quick, but the younger and sprier men had hoped to their feet rather quickly, it was in that time though that the dasher had gained some lead on the men. She was an experienced runner it seems.

‘She’ll be fine…’ Kay thought as she closed her eyes and listened to the heavy footfalls, they were even paced… ‘She must have a full stomach, that might be the thing that gets her caught…’ Quick flashes of images flashed in the head of the bikini clad gladiator and each one of them told a story of what would happen to the girl once she was caught. Thrown in a cell, treated badly, given an unfair trial and then forced into a prison which could only be bad for a girl… the only thing that kept Kay sane was fighting.

Then with her eyes still closed her small hand poked itself out of the alleyway and caught the wrist of the blonde runner and with a hefty tug she pulled the girl out of the sunlight and into the dark alleyway. As she did this she turned her head and started to look for an escape or somewhere to hide. The pin pricks of light that shone from the pale blue face gave the mysterious stranger an odd air to her.

“Looks like the tadpole got into a bit of trouble.” She chuckled before forcing the young girl under a tarp and backing into it so the girl couldnt get out. No matter how much she struggled in the fish woman's strength., forcing an expression of panic and worry on her face. That was just in time for the marries came around the corner. “She ran down the there and kicked my dog!” The older woman exclaimed as she held a hand to her chest, her back and rear atop of the tarped woman that was growling away, the luminescent pattern on her body really visible in this light. “I think she stole my purse! It was in my hand and now it’s gone… please get it back!” she carried on as one of the marines kept running, the other slowed down to assure the citizen.

“O-ofcourse ma’am! We will do whatever we can! Stay here!” The man clad in the typical uniform of the world governments navy. The police force that cared for nearly all of the worlds islands. He was still jogging past as he answered and then sprinted ahead at top speed to catch his partner. A few seconds later an older man jogged behind, not even noticing the woman who was stood there, looking flustered. “I’m… coming…!” he wheezed out as he jogged along at an unhealthy pace.

The fish woman who was leaning on the tarp covered criminal waited for a moment and sighed before stepping forwards and ripping the sheet away. “Come with me.” She ordered, by the laws of miscreants and less than reputable fellows the redheaded fish woman had just saved the Blondie's bacon, and was now owed a favour. Whatever that was is still to be decided but for now getting away from marines is the best thing for both of them. “What do I call the dine and dashing kid whose bacon I just saved?” She asked as she walked out, walking towards the place that just had its food stolen. The owner had already returned inside to deal with another customer… the perfect distraction for getting by.

[EriChar]

These buggers sure are persistent… Scowling slightly as she saw she was still being followed, the space of a chase that had lasted only a handful of seconds seemed so much longer in the mind of Miss Rackham. Hoping that the sudden turn into the alley might have thrown the lawmen off course and allow a chance for her to slip away quietly, the sound and sight of feet behind the buxom blonde was not one that she welcomed, but proved to be an ample distraction from what had happened next. Some snatching her arm completely out of nowhere with a grip that seemed impossible to deny, the sudden stop at one side of her body caused all kinds of chaos to the locomotion of the dashing dame, and like a loose keg she barrelled violently into a concourse that she had not even realized was there.

“GRUGGHHH!” Body jerked around and a vocalization made out of a mix of confusion and discomfort as Roxy found her movement guided in such an unsteady fashion, all the pace with which she had been moving seemed to suddenly overwhelm the girl as she gave way to a whirling stumble. Equilibrium entirely escaping her as dimness surrounded her, eyes that had gotten used to the summer sun of a beach seemed suddenly so useless in the shadowy side street and through this combination of unexpected movement and lacking sensory capacity, the would be runner found herself once again falling to the floor. Motion carrying her through a short roll as she bounced along the ground before coming to a sudden halt, her body finally ceased its path in a less than dignified fashion as the backside of this blundering blonde ended up in the air, her body resting on the shoulders as she blinked in surprise and suspicion at what had just occurred.

Did one of them loop around and grab me? Vision dark and dizzy as the floored femme fought to find some clue of her current circumstance around her, for a second everything seemed at a strangely inverted incline as subtle details of this new alleyway were filled in around her, but almost instantly this sight was taken away. Something thick and yet flexible seeming to bear down on her, as Roxy tried to find her way back to her feet she discovered that she had been bundled up in something or other, and this naturally prompted the upturned girl to try and escape it. Naturally not in a position of much strength but still capable of fighting back against this phantom sheet that had entangled her, with her teeth clenched the bundled blonde flailed her body around to try and escape but found little success in this particular endeavour.

Crafty crafty Marines, but this won’t stop me! Muffled voices heard beyond this linen barrier making Roxy even more suspicious and desperate to escape, she groaned and elected to deploy her most serious level of thrashing against whatever contained her, determined come hell or high water not to be sent back to the slammer on this day or any other. Growling like an angry terrier as her limbs flapped around in about every direction other than what they should have, it seemed that old Mr Sheet was no match for the prowess of a prison princess when she brought her A game, and with a chirp of victory the vigorous bounced free of whatever had contained and didn’t even for a moment consider the notion that she had been released voluntarily by another.

Rolling free of her short term confinement and into the dark alleyway, for a moment the trounce of tarp’s lifted her arms in celebration before remembering that her restraint had been enacted by another soul, and sprang to her feet ready to face down any and all who sought to capture her. Yet there didn’t seem to be anyone who really fit the bill here, at least at first glance.
“Uhhhhh…” The strength with which the speeding soul was snatched and briefly contained no doubt requiring someone easily as strong as she was, instinct told the blonde that anyone who could have demonstrated such a feat would be big and burly, yet the only person nearby showed neither of these characteristics. Duke’s raised and ready for a little destruction, all this dame could see was a diminutive little thing who was more than a whole head shorter than her, making things again confusing and the situation about to get a whole lot worse.

“Wut?” This child-size being seemingly demanding her company, there was not even a single second that this jailbird thought of obeying such a request. After all, who did this pint sized punk think she was?
“Who you talking to, short stack?” Frowning in annoyance at the bossy attitude of this stranger and planting her feet firmly in the ground and clicked her tongue at the overly familiar attitude that this snot nosed little shit showed. Bearing a little bit of her teeth as she grimaced at the thing nearby, habits picked up from the street and even more so in her previous prison experience reared their head and in a second the golden haired girl had gone from zero to total rebellion.

“Well since you asked so nice, you should know you’re talking to the Queen 'B' of Cormac prison, and she ain’t the type that gets bossed around, ya hear me pint-size?” Hand slapping on her side as never for a second did Miss Rackham realize she was speaking to someone who had saved her, that belligerent and hot headed streak she had always had since birth reared its head in the fiercest way possible. The demands of this stranger like a fluttering piece of redness being waved at someone who was the biggest and angriest bull around, the attitude level of this garish girl was off any kind of chart as with a twist of her hand Roxanne showed off a lone and very naughty finger. Not intentional in her ingratitude but simply an idiot, it seemed that the friendship that might have been built between these two girl had suddenly hit a bump.

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Roxy Rackham #faff76

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[Kami-Gaz]

Now that the situation had unfolded and the pair had stopped just short of leaving the dark alley way that the scene had taken place in, her dark silhouetted form was short and dark, apart from the hundreds of freckles of light lining her arms, her torso and face. She looked an eerie picture against the sandy sunshine filled backdrop that was behind her and her bikini clad form. Whilst small McKaela Kenzington was still just as much a threat as anyone else. The mere fact that the person she had just saved was bad mouthing, shouting and making obscene gestures in light of the fact she was just spared jail time and from the sounds of it… going back to a real prison.

So, she was bark and no bite? This was going to be a shouting match. The only way to make people who like to pick on the small fry pay the respect you are due is to either beat them in their own game… or just beat them in general. With a slight sigh the short fish woman would puff up her rather sizeable chest and take a step forwards. Her sarong was still damp, enough for at least one or two whip shots, and her ass was always ready to bash some sense into a person. The bio-luminescent speckled woman would stop, literally standing on her opponents toes and then took in a breath.

“Pint-size? Short Stack? HA! Bitch, you know you messed with the wrong gladiator. You think you’re some sort of queen bee out here, but you ain’t. Yer just some little tadpole with a big mouth, an empty wallet and no brains to boot!” She bellowed from her small lungs, her fiery hair being reflected in her eyes as she spun around and offered a little booty check to push the girl back into the tarp that was used to save her.

Kay loved a good fight, she loved a good party and she really loved to out bitch people when they needed it. This whipper snapper bit off a bit more than she could handle when she decided to scream at her rescuer. The redhead took in a new lung full of air before she again opened her mouth to out bitch this blonde pain in the backside. “Now think about what the actual hell just happened, I just plucked your hot ass out from the fire and dunked you in water while the fire came past and because of me, is on a wild goose chase. Buuuut noooo! That ain’t good enough for the queen of Cormac, she wants to look her saviour in the eye, someone who helped her out of kindness, and bitch at them because being given an order to sit still was just too much for her tiny brain.”

With that the rest of her breath was exhaled into the air, it was as if it were a vent of steam because the fiery look vanished from the woman’s face once it was gone and a gentle motherly smile came to her face. “Honey, think before you bitch. That is rule one.” She said before giggling at how much of a hot head she used to be when she was a kid… and maybe still is now. Offering her hand to the little lady in front of herself Kenzi would only smile and close her eyes, hoping this time she would not get an earful.

“Call me Kay, Ex-gladiator from the La-latantas Floating Gladiatorial arena. Before you ask, I won my freedom, and I’m a hell of a lot older than you think Tadpole.” The white bikini clad ex-gladiator spoke softly, her copper eyes still closed as she awaited a hand to shake hers, maybe outright ordering this simpleton to help was a bit too much after that incident. Not everyone was a competent gladiator that knew how things worked.

[EriChar]

Not flustered now as she had been when sensing the turmoil of the cook but rather deep down in her own ‘element’, while niceness was a concept that Roxanne Rackham strove toward with little difficulty, nastiness was a whole different ball game. A brute as a child who would thrash and bash to get her way, whilst these were traits and experiences she would never feel much pride in, they were also far more of a natural fit for this former prisoner. These particular qualities something that had a kind of magnetism that tugged at her tendencies, when that later learned drive to be a little more kinder and empathic that she had built was disengaged then the blonde would easily slip back into a coarser manner, which had been a nice way to protect herself in prison. Living in a world of dog eat dog where any perceived weakness would be lunged at like a juicy cut of meat, it had helped the now surly girl get by in a situation that was difficult, but in this one was now completely out of place. Unfortunately, it seemed that the blonde was not the only stubborn character in this scenario, and that was only making things worse.

This chick is gonna need to learn to back off, and I’ll happily give her a painful reason to remember that lesson in a minute! Expecting at least a small measure of intimidation from the small and shadowed figure that this angry dog barked at, as the blonde found herself bashed backward by a base born blow, she gritted her teeth and was ready to meet force with force. The far from underdeveloped chest of the previous prisoner swelling outward like a balloon before retreating as she sucked in air, all sense was lost on this seething soul as her unknown saviour prattled on about something or other that Roxy was too angry to pay attention to. And then there was the strangest thing.

A hand offered in what seemed to be friendship coming out of nowhere, with a sigh the woman seemed to lose the sense of heat she had and showed a much greater level of maturity, but that didn’t mean that even this olive branch would be an entirely successful offer.
“Hmph! Tossing out all that sass and then expecting us to buddy up a second later?!” Practically puffing her cheeks as she folded her arms indignantly, like a child being told to shake the hand of their sibling the first instinct of this feisty female was to turn her head and grumble at the situation.
“You’re jumping all over the place, girl!”

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Roxy Rackham #faff76

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