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Post by Timur on Sept 3, 2016 22:15:50 GMT
Benedict It seemed as if Alcohol brought out a more Alula version of alula, maybe what she would of been had she not been on the streets. A happy, talkative little girl who didn't have a care in the world. It was sad what the streets did to you. She said something, thankfully not followed by questions, but about 2 seconds later she fell on him. The male let out a yelp of surprise, and his next reaction was mostly instinct mixed with the training Ava's had provided. His hand balled into a fist, and he punched her. It wasn't a small punch either. No, in his training he had learned how to hit hard. The whole scene seemed to be a blur, but he did know that his fist made contact, with the feeling of her shoulder under his fist. Benedict hadn't meant to, but he did. Maybe the lunch pushed her off, maybe not, but right now he was too alarmed and surprised at her for falling at him, and instinct took over rather than rational thought.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 3, 2016 22:30:42 GMT
Alula felt a fiery pain in her shoulder. Her shot shoulder. She lurched back, whimpering and gritting teeth at the pain as she staggered, hand over the wound. Small tears formed but she wouldn't let them fall. The beer did it's magic though, and a few seconds later she was back on her feet, bright as ever. Her hand still held her shoulder though. "WOOO! That was fun, let's do it again!" She exclaimed but regretted moving. She winced, her shoulder seemingly set back to the start on pain levels. She pursed her lips and studied the wound with brown green eyes.
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Post by Timur on Sept 3, 2016 23:29:14 GMT
Benedict Dread and horror coursed through him as she whimpered and almost cried. He just punched someone for seemingly no reason. confusion was added to the mix once she spoke again. What was she thinking? Benedict opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Dean and the sound of his quickly approaching footsteps. The male looked over just in time to see Dean tackle him, pain lacing up his arm that he had used to try and prevent the fall instinctively. Another good call by instinct. Benny let out another yelp, this time more in pain, and feebly kicked as he tried to figure out what in the world was happening. Dean Winchester A yelp, staggering footsteps, whimpering, and then Alula yelling that "that was fun". Those were the sound heard, but he had been at the right position so that he could see the cause of the sounds. Needless to say he wasn't happy. "Hey!" Dean was highly protective of Alula ever since she had been shot, so of course he would charge over, a rage burning in his stomach. Dean never had been the one for anger management. Once he got there Dean spent no time at all tackling Benedict to the ground. If he got hurt? Oh well. He had hurt Alula and he wasn't gonna let him get away with it.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 3, 2016 23:39:55 GMT
The sound of footsteps and a flash of what she knew was Dean. Benedict yelped and hit the ground, Dean tackling him. She flinched, understanding his pain. She had been tackled by Dean as well. And rolled. She watched for a second. "Hey, don't cut his arm too." She couldn't control the words spilling out. But, lucky for Benny, the drunkenness was wearing off and she was regaining sensibility. "Dean! Come on, let him go! It was my fault!" She quickly added, removing her hand from her shoulder. She moved, as if wanting to shove him off, but decided she wasn't big enough. "Hey, um, Sam! Your brother is trying to murder Benedict!" She called for the large male.
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Post by Timur on Sept 4, 2016 0:01:16 GMT
Benedict Now the main emotion was fear. What was Dean doing? His breathing grew quicker, his eyes widened, and his feeble kicking stopped. Why was Dean doing this? He couldn't help it, he didn't mean to punch her! Benedict was faintly aware of Alula's words, more focused at the thing at hand and nodded weakly at the hunter who had pinned him, and swallowed. A nervous sweat started to form, and right now the male was defenseless against Dean, anything could happen. Dean Winchester Mostly the tackle had been to get Benedict away from Alula, and now he had him in an effective pin. Dean didn't even have to try, he looked so confused logic could come and slap him in the face and he still wouldn't get it. Alula's words reached his ears, but he seemed to ignore them. Why was Alula trying to get him to stop? Not like he would listen to her. "Don't you ever do that again." Dean told Benny, not realizing just how harsh he was being with someone so young.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 4, 2016 0:10:35 GMT
Alula growled lowly. "Dean, for the sake of pity, let him go! It was my fault! I was being annoying and fell on him, okay?" She attempted again to convince him with words. If this didn't work she would only glare, debating if it was wise to tackle. At his words to Benny, she rolled her eyes. "Short. And bossy." She said, the words uncontrolled as she started to lose sensibility again. She took another step forward, weighing the possibilities.
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