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Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Now, obviously he was attractive, but that wasn't what had her pressed against the cage wide eyed when he started fighting. Oh no, what had her whole body up against the side of the arena was how skilled he was at fighting. She had obviously been wrong, and she knew it from the second he avoided everything Butch threw at him. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers tangled in the wire of the cage, the girl watching in amazement at the way he moved. The fight only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like so much longer to her. See, Wynter normally didn't watch the fights. Men beating the shit out of each other for money and enjoyment was idiotic, in her opinion, so she had never bothered to pay attention to how people did. All she needed to know was who to hand the five hundred dollars to after all the fights had been finished. And of course, she wasn't the only woman in the bar to notice him. A few other waitresses had noticed the way he handled himself, and it seemed like they all wanted a piece of the city boy. As he headed back to the locker room, she headed into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and trying to figure out exactly what she could do to make herself more alluring. She wasn't the type to wear makeup or fancy clothes, so she honestly had no idea what she could alter to make herself look more appealing to him. A part of her chided herself for being so foolish, but another part liked the idea of getting his attention. Finally, without altering her appearance in any way, she headed out back to the locker room. Of course, Cain and Miles looked pissed. Butch hadn't come back, and in his place was the city boy that they felt was encroaching on their territory. Which, of course, was Wynter. She brought him over a towel, tossing it into his lap as she looked him over slowly. I owe you an apology. you didn't get hit once. She said, very clearly impressed with his skills. She sat down on a bench near him, crossing her legs slowly as she looked over at the two guys in the corner. One down, two to go, right boys? Shut your god damn mouth, Wynter. Miles, you ain't gotta fight him if you don' wanna. Are you scared? The blonde boy grumbled and turned his back on her, the young woman smirking before turning her attention back to Brandon. You uh you're really serious about fightin', huh?
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon chuckled as she gave him the towel. Apology accepted. He realized that Miles would probably be his next opponent, so he was ready for the so-called 'dirty' fighter. Wynter asked him if he was really serious about fighting. You could say that. It's my whole purpose in life. He toweled off his sweat. So, how much do you get if you win a fight? Cain glared at him. Hopefully enough to pay your hospital bills, bitch. You're gonna pay for what yuo did to Butch. If Miles doesn't wreck your punk ass, I will.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Five hundred dollars, cash, and free food and drinks until the next fight. And loads of attention from all the girls who work here. Except the frigid bitch. Wynter almost flinched at Miles' comment, looking down at the ground for a second, not responding to it before running a hand back through her hair slowly. Sometimes the comments they made bothered her, but she pushed it out of her head, looking back up at Brandon as she smiled. Some time later, the speaker called both Miles and Brandon for the next fight, and Wynter stood up slowly as she tucked her hair behind her ear gently. Good luck, but uh I don't think you need it. She smirked slightly, glancing over his form for a second before quickly sashaying out of the locker rooms and back towards the bar.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon smiled. Five hundred's not bad. I like the other perks, as well. He winked at Wynter and gave her a smile. It wasn't too much longer before the next fight was called. Thanks, Wynter. He walked up to the cage and entered it, listening to it be locked behind him. All right y'all, it's time for our next fight. It's the new guy Brandon vs. local Miles. Let's get it on! Brandon stanced up, and Miles began approaching him carefully. When he was within range, he went for a punch to the kidney. Brandon's left arm deflected the blow and came back for a back-fist across the face, followed by a punch in the jaw. Miles swung at his head, but Brandon ducked under it and came up with an uppercut to the jaw that rattled his teeth. He threw a few blows at his side and stomach, then came up with an elbow to the chin that knocked Miles to the ground. Brandon raised his leg and performed an axe-kick that knocked out Miles. He raised his fist in victory, and the crowd went wild. Hot damn, he's done it again! the announcer cried. The cage was unlocked and Brandon stepped out. Many of the girls were eying him, and the fans were cheering for him. He proceeded into the back room. Looks like it's just you and me, Cain. You're winning streak ends here, city boy. I'm going to destroy you when we get in there.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

The more she watched him fight, the more attracted she felt to him, to the point where she had to walk away from the cage even before the fight was over. Although, it had been clear from the beginning that he would win. Miles didn't stand a chance. The second the fight was called, she headed back into the lockers, but she wasn't the first woman back there. A red headed girl was sitting on the bench already, waiting clearly for Brandon, and Wynter stopped in her tracks. Now, Wynter was incredibly gorgeous, but because of her lack of dating and romantic interests, she doubted it quite often. So, once she saw the other bartender she worked with, she all of the sudden wasn't sure how she measured up. And then you're comin' home with me. Wynter glanced over at Cain, rolling her eyes at his comment before walking over towards Brandon. She stopped when she was about two feet away from him, the girl stuffing her hands into her pockets as she nodded towards him. One more and you get it all. Which includes me. The carmine haired woman smirked at Brandon, standing up slowly as Wynter sighed and glanced away. The red head was thin, almost overly so, and definitely didn't have any of the curves Wynter had to offer. She stood silently, eyeing Brandon provocatively as Wynter broke the silence. There's a few minutes between the last fights. You need anythin'?
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon nodded. Let's hope tonight is just the start of a long line of people to fight. I want to fight as many people as I can. Brandon turned to the red-head as she offered herself to him. That's okay, ma'am. The money alone is payment enough. Brandon turned back to Wynter with a smile. No, that's okay. I'm ready to go. The last few minutes ran out, and it was time to fight. The two left the locker room and stepped into the ring. All right y'all, it's time for the main event. Our last fight tonight is between the new tough guy Brandon and the badass local Cain. Let's get it on! Brandon stanced up, and Cain rushed at him. Brandon waited until he was in range, then stepped forward and hit him with a palm strike directly to the sternum that sent him flying back. The man gargled and slumped to the ground, unconscious. Brandon has defeated Cain to get the full purse tonight, folks! Brandon left the cage and approached Wynter. You should call an ambulance for Cain. I broke his sternum with that blow, and he will need immediate medical care. He went into the back room and changed before he returned to the bar. 500 per fight means I just made 1500 tonight. I'll take that in cash.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Wynter was flabbergasted at how quickly the fight had ended, and at his words, she nodded and headed out back to get a phone. Once the EMTs were called, Wynter headed back behind the bar, getting the money for the fight out for when Brandon would show up. And of course, he did. She smiled at him, leaning on the counter and holding the money out to him. Of course, when he went to reach for it, she pulled it back slightly, sighing softly before speaking. So, where are you going after this? She asked sweetly, allowing him to take the money from her hand this time as she stood up slowly. The EMTs arrived and rushed in, carrying Cain out on a stretcher a few moments later before she spoke again. I mean, you just got here. Are you leaving already? She shouldn't have been so curious, but after what he had just done to Cain, she just wanted to know more about him. How he got to be such an incredible fighter. Why he didn't try to go an actual professionally respected route? She just had so many questions. Another part of her hoped he was staying for a different reason, though. He was the first guy since high school that she could look at and not instantly want to punch for being a disrespectful douchebag. That was amazing, tonight, by the way.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

As the EMT's carried Cain out, one of them looked at his wound. Holy crap! Is that a hand print? Emblazoned on Cain's chest was a full white copy of Brandon's palm, the sign that Brandon had used one of Fang Karate's secret techniques, the Shadow Palm. Brandon reached for the money, and chuckled as Wynter pulled it back. I don't know. I don't have anywhere to stay in town, so I was going to get a room at a local hotel. She asked if he was leaving town and he shook his head. Nope, probably not for awhile. Thanks, and I told you that city boys could be really tough.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Oh, well, I mean- Wynter was cut off as a tall man pushed her out of the way slightly, shaking the mans hand roughly as he spoke with an even deeper accent than Winnie. Names Paul. I run this place, and I gotta say, you're one amazing fighter. We could use a guy like you around the farm, and I heard you tellin' Winnie here that you ain't got no place to stay. We have a spare room, if you're interested. Winnie'll tell you all about. Her father practically booked it out back after their conversation, and the blonde only sighed at how quickly her father ran off. She ran a hand back through her hair, smiling at him slightly as she spoke. If you wanna, I can bring you back to the farm. Otherwise, at least let me drive you to a hotel or somethin'.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon listened to Wynter before he was surprised by a tall man butting in on them. He looked too old and out-of-shape to be a fighter, and all confusion was cleared up when he identified himself as Paul, Wynter's father. Thank you, sir. I'm glad that I made you happy. In a rushed way, he offered him a job and a place to stay, leaving it to Wynter to sort out the details as he rushed out the back door. Brandon turned back to her and chuckled. Your father's quite the character. His offer sounds pretty reasonable. Let me shower, get my stuff out of the locker room, and then you can show me this farm. The hard work will be good training between fights, a good way to build and harden muscle. He went out back and stripped out of his trunks to shower. When he was finished, he dried off, packed his stuff, and met Wynter at the bar so that they could head out.
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

She was expecting the answer she got. Her father came off as uncaring sometimes with how quickly he introduced himself and then ran off. Honestly, she thought he would have laughed it off and let her take him to a hotel. When he said yes, though, she immediately looked up at him, smiling slightly as she nodded. Um, yeah, absolutely. I'll finish up here. They parted ways, and the blonde ran through the closing parts of her job. Making sure all the glasses were in the kitchen and that her tips were taken out of the jar. Once she finished, she punched out and waited by the bar, smiling as he approached her. Hey, my cars out back. She led him outside and to the small pickup truck that was parked up against the building, tossing the backpack she carried instead of a purse into the bed of it before climbing into the front of the truck. Once he was inside, she pulled out and headed back to the farm, her small frame perched on the edge of the seat. So, you're okay with helping out, right? We've got horses and pigs and cows, and there's a lot of work to do every day. You don't mind takin' part in it?
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon turned to her as she asked him if he would be okay helping out around the farm. Yeah, sure, that sounds fine. Working on a farm is hard work, and I can use it to stay in shape and build even more muscle. It's the other side of life from the city, and I wouldn't mind seeing what it's like. He got out of the truck once they had stopped, and he turned to her. So, where am I staying?
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

The guest bedroom is across the hall from mine. It's upstairs, and it's the last door on the right. I can show you, if you need. Wynter smiled and slid out of the drivers seat of the truck, landing on the ground as she looked around the farm land. The sun had almost completely set, allowing a golden light to cover everything in its path. Off in the distance, there was a fairly large dog chasing a few sheep idly, and Wynter shrugged it off before heading towards the house, hips swaying slowly. Come on, slow poke. I'll show you where you can get set up. She led him upstairs to what would be his room for the time being, pushing the door open to expose a decently sized bed with white sheets, blue walls, and a dresser in the corner. It was a bit barren, but it sure did feel home-y. Do you need anythin'?
Thread: The Shadow of South Carolina (True Grave & The Unusual Panda)

Brandon nodded. He didn't mind being so close to Wynter, as she was smoking hot and really sweet. He followed her, chuckling as she called him a slowpoke. Once they were in the house, he took a look around to see that it was classic Americana, a throwback to a more innocent time, but with modern technology. He followed her upstairs and found the guest room, which would do just fine. I just need to know what time to be up by, he said with a smile as he turned to her.
Thread: Cravings

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Thread: Zombie Haunt

Lina put her hand on the wall, as she look around covered with dust. She just ran and separate from other group, she only had knife behind her beck on her belt, her look was sharp. Lina cough as she was panting. her hair was sweating and all dirty. She knew that outside was dangerous, with no one on her side, she was easly catch for hungry zombies. The fear could been seen on her face as she start to run again, trying to be as much silent as she could. She had 23 years old, altough that she was trained for such job, she couldn't do it by herself only. The way back was blocked and she didn't had anything to eat. Sudden she saw death body, she screams a bit as she then throw up, she hold onto wall once again, she wipe her mouth and continue to run. Making few more steps she came to an cemetary, there were standing one girl, looking down at grave dressed in wedding dress. She slowly come closer to her as she though she was alive. touching her shoulder than stepping back she could see that she was zombie. she put her hand on her mouth as she take her knife out, the zombie girl start walking toward her, Lina jump on top of her quickly and start to stab zombie girl brain, blood splash all around her face as she had no mercy. She kept stabbing.
Thread: The Warrior Spirit (Yuna & Mister Grimm's 1x1)

Erik Beitel - December 23, 1944 - The cold air sent a chill through the worn man's body. Snow gently fell from the sky, covering more of the frozen ground. The man did what he could to provide as much heat as he could to the woman beside him, her belly distended and scheduled to give birth soon. He shook gently and looked around, scared and confused. The sound of shouting from either side of him. Men with guns watched as they moved, telling them where to go and shouting orders. The man hugged his wife close, fearing he'd lose her. Little did he know such things would come to fruition. - December 20, 1972 - The sound of leather shoes clicking against the polished concrete floor was what brought the man from his trance. The man was like his father, his hair thick and wavy. It almost appeared to be made of chocolate in the light. He remembered little about his parents but he remembered the hell he'd born into all to well. Such horrors. So much pain. The man had blocked it from his mind in his awoken state but he was troubled by the memories as he slept. They haunted him like ghosts. He put the thoughts out of his mind however. The past was the past for a reason. He needed to focus on the present. He'd been tasked with going to see one of the CIA's little secrets. Elena Fleur. They had nabbed her off the street and given her shelter so to speak. They only cared about getting ahead of the Soviets. They didn't care if she was comfortable, just used her for what they needed and then left. That was where he came in. He opened the door to the room and looked around. Nearly empty except for a bed, a night stand, and her. The man wore a black turtle neck, an open leather jacket, and a pair of black pants. He was rather stylish for the time. The only thing that set it off was the name tag pinned to his turtleneck. The tag read 'Erik Beitel'. Ah so your the famous Elena Fleur he said gently, kneeling before her. He had an odd accent. It was a mixture of German, Irish, and English. It was strange but oddly satisfying.
Thread: The Warrior Spirit (Yuna & Mister Grimm's 1x1)

Elena Fleur With how long the wait felt, Elena could feel her eyes go through REM a few times. And there had been several occasions she'd been so close to falling back asleep, mainly from boredom more than anything. But a quick surge of adrenaline, likely from Adrian, plus the awaited sounds of footsteps made her eyes open. Her head turned as she let her eyes fall first upon the man, then the nametag. ..Famous? Hmph, hardly feels like it. She replied, her attention moving away from the man and up towards the ceiling. Maybe not directly at Erik, but all the same she was still rather annoyed. She'd gone for years with little to no answers regarding why she was even here. By technical standards, she shouldn't be in the CIA. Elena hadn't been given any opportunities or chances to finish school. Well, maybe the better wording was she had a GED but no official diploma. Still, she didn't have any college experience. But more than that, how had any of the CIA understood her abilities? Wouldn't one of them have to be .. similar to her? It began to seem less and less random as she continued to get older. Though there was apparently an old saying about wisdom coming with age, wasn't there? So, you going to keep up this silent game that ensures I remain in the dark like the others? Or do I finally get even a hint of what I'm really here for, hm? She finally asked, pulling the covers over her body to make sure to stay warm enough.
Thread: The Warrior Spirit (Yuna & Mister Grimm's 1x1)

Erik Beitel The man had a slight tan to his skin, a sign that he'd been in the sun a bit and possibly had come from a warmer climate. As he looked to her, the file he'd read on her began to go through his mind. Needless to say there wasn't much. The only thing of real note was her.....unique talents. Erik watched as she looked to him, scoffing at the famous comment. He smiled gently as she looked away, looking up at the ceiling. She was clearly agitated with the fine people of the CIA. It was understandable given how little they relaxed and how much they actually worked. Don't get him wrong, they were good at their job, but all work and no play made Erik a dull boy. He had done his fair share of work. He'd had to work hard to even be considered for a member of the CIA. At least to join the group he was a part of. He listened as she spoke, asking if he was going to keep up the silent game or finally tell her what was going on. I'm hear to tell you what is going on Elena. As your aware, the CIA have had their eye on you for quite some time. They weren't really sure what to do with you until they finally took a tip from the British he said with a slight smirk. The way he said it clearly showed he was happy with that statement. They want to recruit you into a new branch that's been opened by the US government in cooperation with MI-6, E-Branch. If you want out of this room, I suggest you follow me and more will be explained on the helicopter ride to Paradise Ranch he said as he offered a hand. He had been sent to recruit her. You can stay or you can come with me. I'd personally come then stay he said. He shrugged slightly and smiled. That's just me however he said with a chuckle. Sorry, had a brain fart mid way through xD
Thread: The Warrior Spirit (Yuna & Mister Grimm's 1x1)

Elena Fleur Really? So they hadn't even thought out what the hell they were doing all those years ago when they guided her into the CIA? Tch, what idiots ... She didn't even try to hide the annoyed scoff that soon passed her lips upon hearing this. Seriously, what is wrong with people sometimes? Still, as he went on with speaking, a new door seemed to open so to speak. Finally, she was being allowed a new opportunity, a chance to begin answers. All she had to do ... was follow. It still made her somewhat uneasy. She'd be walking behind a man she knew for no more than a minute. Was this really a wise idea? Her fists clenched slightly. It may be or it may not be but all the same, Erik was right about one thing. She didn't feel like remaining here much longer and if there was any way to leave, she'd take it. Sighing softly, she sat up on the bed, slowly nodding. ... Very well. Let's go. She murmured, keeping some distance as she got behind Erik. He was still a stranger and when all was said and done, she had no idea if this was some bullshit lie, if he had bad intentions or something else. She'd still use some caution. Elena was many things, a fool wasn't generally one of them.