Katy finished her energy bar, downed another sip of water, and capped the bottle. "What now?"  Katy parroted.  "I'm gonna find the rest of the softball team.  Anyone's got a clue what to do, it's those bitches." She adjusted the gauze on her hand. "You-"  She said, poin...

"Hngh?"  Katy looked up from her work. As if the bitch didn't know. "What did you think I did?  I broke it punching you in your stupid fucking face." Katy went back to it, and finished wrapping it.  The hand still burned, but it least it wouldn't get jostled by anything. She grab...

Katy caught Yaz by the chin and lifted her face so she could better see her nose in the light.  Katy was sure she was being rough.  She was also sure she didn't really care.   Yaz's face was swelling up, bad. "Yeah, that's probably broken."  God knew Katy had seen enough at Warren's MMA. K...

Katy complied, resisting the urge to give the girl a small shoulder shot on the way back to her knees.  She just couldn't believe the little bitch had taken a swing at her.  Maybe there was more guts in her shitty little frame than she let on. Katy's hand was burning like hell now, and she looked at...

Did this little whore just... Katy's face, on the right cheek, was burning.  Yaz had just panic-flail punched her.  Katy could already feel it beginning to swell. What happened next was surprisingly restrained, for Katy.  She sprung off her haunches and scooped her left arm under Yaz's neck, driving...

Yaz didn't have any words other than a pained whimper to respond to Katy's firm reprimand.  Her eyes flicked around, as if guilty and worried someone else had seen what transpired. Katy nudged the prone girl with her foot. "Hey." The crying didn't abate. Nudge. "Hey, stop." Still...

Katy stormed the room, full of righteous indignation and not much sense.  If she would have slowed down for just a second she would have seen she incapacitated a girl much, much smaller than her, with very little in the way of effective weaponry. All Katy saw, however, was someone that was trying to...

The noise snapped Katy from her reverie.  She was scared, but even more, she was pissed.  She was trying to gather herself and someone had the fucking nerve to get started already? That it wasn't anyone at all, or no one aggressive, or anything else didn't even cross Katy's mind.  All she knew was s...

((G070 Katy Warren-Start)) Katy was wound as tightly as if she was in the finals of the Olympics. She was seated at a desk in one of the buildings numerous classrooms.  Her bag was at her feet, within reach of her.  A muscle in her jaw twitched as she clenched and un-clenched.  In her hand was one o...

Leona hadn't known what to expect when she cut Jenna.  She was hoping the girl would just go down quietly; no muss, no fuss.  But she really wasn't ready for her to have enough wherewithal to fight back, even for a second.  So when the girl's makeshift club clipped her just above the temple, it tore...

It didn't take long for Leona to watch this girl to realize whatever she had seen on the island had set something off in her.  She was babbling, moving erratically.  She was unpredictable. If there was one thing Leona didn't care for, it was things that were unpredictable.  Variables fouled tricks, ...

Jenna presented herself as interesting.  The mention of not seeing anyone alive, the request for paint.  Leona had seen enough people alive for the both of them.  No paint.  But Jenna was certainly unique enough for Leona to hear her out.  Everyone deserved their fair say, given the circumstances. &...

The girl was to Leona's side, and she gave herself an inward berating for being so careless.  She supposed it couldn't be helped; she was a magician and not a trained police officer or something of that ilk.  As it was, the first thing she did was take a subtle step backwards; not much real estate b...

Leona pushed herself to her feet, respite for all intents and purposes complete.  She hitched her thumbs into her back and stretched once she pulled herself to her full height.  She was certain there wasn't much else to do here; she had scanned the room and saw nothing worth consideration as a weapo...

The silence was good for her.  Leona was never one much to plan.  She usually just came up with the ideas.  Hammering them out with Rebecca, that was the codification stage of anything they ever did. But silence at least gave her what she needed to think.  Her thoughts came in fragmented thoughts, b...