Post by ktqueen on Feb 13, 2011 12:17:53 GMT -5
Frustration had made it's way through her body. She was craving all sorts of action; in the form of her fist hitting someone else. The red head had heard lots of others get in different sorts of fights, or get sent to isolation because of it, but Lina had yet to get any fighting action. And she was fed up with it.
The red head had changed into gym clothing, skin tight for the simple factor that loose clothing was much easier to grab. She had on a simple white tank top, and black yoga pants with a pair of matching sneakers. Her hair was still loose around her shoulders though, because if there was one thing Lina refused to do it was put her hair up. She looked too much like her mother when she did that.
The only item on her person was her ipod. She could never go very far without that item. She had the thing clipped to a strap of her tank top, the earbuds in place, music cranked. She was going to get some of this aggression out of her system, one way or another. Which typically meant a fight or sex for her; but considering what she had heard the night before, she really wasn't in the mood for sex.
Well, what had she been expecting? It wasn't like the last place in the least. There she had people wrapped around her finger, and had been the school captain because of it. She had ruled with an iron fist, and had so many eyes on her. Her choice of playthings, fun, everything. But Riley... after Riley, she had gotten transferred. Because she couldn't stand to look and see him everywhere. And here? She had only found one sort of guy that she was attracted to. Sterling Blue. However, he seemingly had plenty wrapped around his fingers it seemed. He didn't need her; in fact it seemed that Ster was much like she had been before. That annoyed her. For some damned reason, it annoyed the hell out of her because she wasn't use to being on the other end of this situation.
Growling under her breath she entered the gym area. It was pretty dead, but considering that it was after school hours it made sense to Lina. She ran her hands through her hair in a vigorous movement, still lost in her thoughts. What would she have done a year ago? In this same situation? Probably would have at least made Ster pay attention to her, and her alone. And then done the same to others. But she had slept with Ster, and it didn't seem like he couldn't get it elsewhere apparently.
Her head was clogged and she was pissed off at the thought processes being stopped. She was pissed at Riley, for changing her. She was pissed at Ster, for being... being what? The red head didn't know. She was just pissed at him too. Though her bright eyes landed on what she was looking for, full body sized punching bag, hanging where it was supposed to be. Lina cracked her knuckles and headed that way. And if looks could kill, the thing would have been set on fire from the way she was glaring at it.
One of her favorite songs clicked on. Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker's Anti-Venom. With the faster paced beat, the red head launched herself at the punching bag. Her anger would be fueled at this thing, venting her frustration with every punch, every kick. Fists rained on the thing, elbows, knees, feet. Every single limb of her body attacked the thing, and she mixed different styles of fighting with ease. The red head had been fighting for as long as she could remember. Her mother, father, various other family member teaching her everything she could ever know about how to hurt someone, how to defeat them, and how to kill them.
How old had she been when she shot her first gun? That she couldn't remember. Her father had taken her, for fun. Since her mother didn't use guns very often. No, Natasha was called the tank for a reason. Her mother was six foot, two inches tall, and had more muscle on her than most men did. Anyone that hit her merely hurt themselves more, or ended up in a pretzel shape in a dumpster somewhere. How tall had she been when she was fourteen? Her father said 5'10". As a freshman. Her uncle Ry was built more like her and grandma, though much taller. He knew nothing of fighting. And her father was tall and lanky, always with a pleasing smile on his face, a mask for his darker thoughts.
They were the ones who taught to use knives, guns, and her hands. Lina kicked the bag hard, and let out a small yell of frustration. This wasn't what she wanted. The bag couldn't fight back, she wouldn't get a rush from fighting this thing. There was no thrill. She flopped on the matted ground, staring up at the ceiling and the bright lights it held. Her hands moved and she held them in front of her face up in the air. There were small nicks and scars along her pale hands, from various fights and stupid things she had done over the years. And never had she felt more frustrated than this. Life wasn't what she wanted, and people around here were different. In a way they were more like her, not giving a shit about her humanity it seemed. It honestly surprised her that she was frustrated, but when was the last time she had been called 'just a girl'? When had Lina Sabir ever been just something to someone.
She had been a tornado, a force. She had been fear, pain, dominance, security, moral less, wild, fun, sexy, daring, surprising. Lina had always been something to everyone. Back at her old school, Matrim had been her rival, and something of a sexual chemistry. To teacher's she had been the bad apple, the problem that they could never get rid of, and were always thinking of how to get rid of. To the slutty, stupid broads she had been more than annoyance, she had made their lives hell. To most of the guys she had been someone to fantasize about at the very least. To Riley she had meant... well, Lina didn't know. Riley had meant a world of change for her; something she could hold onto. A face she could wake up to every morning for the rest of their crazy lives. Or so she had kinda hoped. Not in the marriage sort of way (because her mind never thought of marriage) but in a sort of way that a girl hopes to be able to depend on someone else for once.
And here? What was she to these people here? She barely knew anyone, and honestly half the people she had met annoyed the hell out of her. Cry babies, prim and proper sorts. Introverts that didn't care, and wouldn't act like they would. The only two who had stood out in a positive way had been Dustin and Sterling. Dustin... reminded her of Riley way too much to be comfortable. Riley had that same manner toward women that Dustin did. There had been a darker side to Dustin though, one that Riley seemingly didn't have around Lina. And that was what made it bearable around the other, for if he didn't have that edge she wouldn't be able to stand being around him. And Sterling? She was just a girl to him. Not even something worth note, or anything more than just getting laid one night. Never before had she heard those words out of someone's mouth. It... stung. Burned. Grated on her. Pissed her off. And now, she needed a real fight. But here she was, lying on the floor, looking at her hands against the bright lights in the ceiling.
The red head had changed into gym clothing, skin tight for the simple factor that loose clothing was much easier to grab. She had on a simple white tank top, and black yoga pants with a pair of matching sneakers. Her hair was still loose around her shoulders though, because if there was one thing Lina refused to do it was put her hair up. She looked too much like her mother when she did that.
The only item on her person was her ipod. She could never go very far without that item. She had the thing clipped to a strap of her tank top, the earbuds in place, music cranked. She was going to get some of this aggression out of her system, one way or another. Which typically meant a fight or sex for her; but considering what she had heard the night before, she really wasn't in the mood for sex.
Well, what had she been expecting? It wasn't like the last place in the least. There she had people wrapped around her finger, and had been the school captain because of it. She had ruled with an iron fist, and had so many eyes on her. Her choice of playthings, fun, everything. But Riley... after Riley, she had gotten transferred. Because she couldn't stand to look and see him everywhere. And here? She had only found one sort of guy that she was attracted to. Sterling Blue. However, he seemingly had plenty wrapped around his fingers it seemed. He didn't need her; in fact it seemed that Ster was much like she had been before. That annoyed her. For some damned reason, it annoyed the hell out of her because she wasn't use to being on the other end of this situation.
Growling under her breath she entered the gym area. It was pretty dead, but considering that it was after school hours it made sense to Lina. She ran her hands through her hair in a vigorous movement, still lost in her thoughts. What would she have done a year ago? In this same situation? Probably would have at least made Ster pay attention to her, and her alone. And then done the same to others. But she had slept with Ster, and it didn't seem like he couldn't get it elsewhere apparently.
Her head was clogged and she was pissed off at the thought processes being stopped. She was pissed at Riley, for changing her. She was pissed at Ster, for being... being what? The red head didn't know. She was just pissed at him too. Though her bright eyes landed on what she was looking for, full body sized punching bag, hanging where it was supposed to be. Lina cracked her knuckles and headed that way. And if looks could kill, the thing would have been set on fire from the way she was glaring at it.
One of her favorite songs clicked on. Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker's Anti-Venom. With the faster paced beat, the red head launched herself at the punching bag. Her anger would be fueled at this thing, venting her frustration with every punch, every kick. Fists rained on the thing, elbows, knees, feet. Every single limb of her body attacked the thing, and she mixed different styles of fighting with ease. The red head had been fighting for as long as she could remember. Her mother, father, various other family member teaching her everything she could ever know about how to hurt someone, how to defeat them, and how to kill them.
How old had she been when she shot her first gun? That she couldn't remember. Her father had taken her, for fun. Since her mother didn't use guns very often. No, Natasha was called the tank for a reason. Her mother was six foot, two inches tall, and had more muscle on her than most men did. Anyone that hit her merely hurt themselves more, or ended up in a pretzel shape in a dumpster somewhere. How tall had she been when she was fourteen? Her father said 5'10". As a freshman. Her uncle Ry was built more like her and grandma, though much taller. He knew nothing of fighting. And her father was tall and lanky, always with a pleasing smile on his face, a mask for his darker thoughts.
They were the ones who taught to use knives, guns, and her hands. Lina kicked the bag hard, and let out a small yell of frustration. This wasn't what she wanted. The bag couldn't fight back, she wouldn't get a rush from fighting this thing. There was no thrill. She flopped on the matted ground, staring up at the ceiling and the bright lights it held. Her hands moved and she held them in front of her face up in the air. There were small nicks and scars along her pale hands, from various fights and stupid things she had done over the years. And never had she felt more frustrated than this. Life wasn't what she wanted, and people around here were different. In a way they were more like her, not giving a shit about her humanity it seemed. It honestly surprised her that she was frustrated, but when was the last time she had been called 'just a girl'? When had Lina Sabir ever been just something to someone.
She had been a tornado, a force. She had been fear, pain, dominance, security, moral less, wild, fun, sexy, daring, surprising. Lina had always been something to everyone. Back at her old school, Matrim had been her rival, and something of a sexual chemistry. To teacher's she had been the bad apple, the problem that they could never get rid of, and were always thinking of how to get rid of. To the slutty, stupid broads she had been more than annoyance, she had made their lives hell. To most of the guys she had been someone to fantasize about at the very least. To Riley she had meant... well, Lina didn't know. Riley had meant a world of change for her; something she could hold onto. A face she could wake up to every morning for the rest of their crazy lives. Or so she had kinda hoped. Not in the marriage sort of way (because her mind never thought of marriage) but in a sort of way that a girl hopes to be able to depend on someone else for once.
And here? What was she to these people here? She barely knew anyone, and honestly half the people she had met annoyed the hell out of her. Cry babies, prim and proper sorts. Introverts that didn't care, and wouldn't act like they would. The only two who had stood out in a positive way had been Dustin and Sterling. Dustin... reminded her of Riley way too much to be comfortable. Riley had that same manner toward women that Dustin did. There had been a darker side to Dustin though, one that Riley seemingly didn't have around Lina. And that was what made it bearable around the other, for if he didn't have that edge she wouldn't be able to stand being around him. And Sterling? She was just a girl to him. Not even something worth note, or anything more than just getting laid one night. Never before had she heard those words out of someone's mouth. It... stung. Burned. Grated on her. Pissed her off. And now, she needed a real fight. But here she was, lying on the floor, looking at her hands against the bright lights in the ceiling.