Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Date/Timing: Q2 2017
Setting: General Rec, Sydney Shatterdome; Vaucluse, Australia
Inspired by this.
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"You're still hanging around?" says a Jones, sauntering to a stop next to her chair.
Chuck stays focused on the Mark V specs scrolling on her tablet and regrets trying to work in the Rec.
"Figured you would've fucked off home by now."
"This's home."
"No, it's not," he scoffs. "You're from the Gulf. You don't belong here, Affirmative Action."
"And you're just gonna decide that for me." Chuck sets the tablet on a side table.
"I have a copilot and an army of little people tweaking my Jaeger over yonder." Grins. "You, though, should just go on back. Find your family, if they didn't abandon you, and let us save the world." Grabs one of her pretzels and ... turns his back.
The asswipe says /that and turns his back on her.
She loops the end of her braid around her hand, stands, steps close, flips it, tightens—
Impact-recoil-/pain and a nose full of coppery liquid.
Face-to-face with the asswipe—
Iron grip on her neck slinging her to the floor—
Decking knocks the air from her lungs; eighty kilos on her sternum keeps it out there; a knee pins her right arm; that hand still on her throat squeezes.
He leers down at her, black-dark eyes alight. "Nice try, Rapunzel, but that shit won't work on me. Maybe those lapdogs at the Academy, but—" His grip tightens—
Batters-claws-punches-slaps with her free left.
—tightens, and he laughs. "—I'm not them."
No effect fuck fuck fuck.
"In fact, was almost one of you—" Flicks her ID with his free hand. "—but they decided I wasn't damaged enough to justify it, so." Tightens his grip, grins. "I think they made a mistake."
Mouth's filling with blood.
"Now, ye wanna fight me face-to-face or would'ye rather take a li'l nap?"
Batters-claws-punches-slaps world's going red and smoky—
""Jones! Let her up!""
""This bitch tried to /strangle me!""
""/Jones!"" yells Chief Castro.
""Fine. Whatever. It's your lucky day, Rapunzel.""
No weight, hands free, air air air blessed air.
Chuck rolls to hands and knees, spits blood, sucks as much air as her lungs can hold.
Far off—getting closer—voices.
""She's a Bumblebee, Jones, you can't attack—""
Hauls herself to her feet—
"/She went for /me!" Jones sweeps an arm to the watching crowd. "Ask the peanut gallery."
—loops the end of her braid around her hand—
"Darling. Don't," says Castro levelly.
—stops—
Jones turns around, snickers, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your garrote."
—drops her hair.
"Darling, report to Medical. Officer Lee will escort you."
Chuck grits her teeth and nods.
"Jones, you're with me. You have an appointment with the Marshal."
He gives a fantastic eye roll.
"Let's go. You, too, Darling."
Chuck sniffs, snaps a turn on her heel, and marches out.
Lee jogs to catch up.
Behind them, Jones laughs.
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