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scenting) and you?! yeah, you
When: icly whenever works best for you really
Where: marketplace, school, and the gym
What: an attempt at not being anti-social was made
Rating/Warning: canine tendencies also me being really bad at writing malia logs
one. it was a gentle tap, really
[ today malia is trying to Do Her Best. well, that's probably every day with her but today she's trying to do her best when it comes to just basic shopping. she's saved up quite a bit of money over her months here and is looking for a way to spend it today. she just... doesn't want anything, is the problem? either way, she drags herself to the marketplace today with the decision that she will spend something. for herself. that's not clothes or food. something beyond THE BASIC NECESSITIES. it's crazy.
right now, she's looking in the window of a shoe store, looking between the very fancy ones in the window and then her own boots. she runs a hand through her hair with a sigh and --
Hello! Would you like to try a free sample? she's interrupted by a robot. ]
No, I'm fine, I--
[ Our records indicate that you have not made a purchase in the Marketplace yet. Please, let us help you make a purchase! ]
No, really, I don't need any--
[ Refusal to comply will result in detainment! Come with me, come with me! and then the robot grabs her arm. big mistake.
there's what sounds like a growl there and suddenly malia lifts her foot to kick it right into the robot's chest. the robot goes flying, crashing right through at least three stalls and through the wall of a building. debris everywhere and the crowd looks over at malia. ]
Ohhh, shit.
[ does anyone want to help her?! ]
two. accidentally delinquent'd
version a:
[ lunch time! malia doesn't like school, she's not very good at it and she doesn't have many friends because she's an anti-social poop. still, she keeps going because it's the one stable tie that she has to something similar to life at home. she's still failing half her classes and struggling to maintain C's but she's trying, at least.
lunch time is nice though. free food, peace and quiet, and she doesn't get graded for it. today is her favorite -- large piles of meat and she orders two helpings. the problem is, with such big helpings she has to be very careful how to walk in order not to tip them over. which is why you (yes, YOU) are going to be in super big trouble when there is an inevitable collision and malia's food goes everywhere. there's a beat of silence before she growls, snapping her teeth at you. ]
Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!
version b:
[ alternatively: if you don't want to be on the bad side of malia, there is always detention. yep, unfortunately if you didn't bump into malia, someone else did and there was a very big scuffle over it. this scuffle has landed malia in detention for the entire next two weeks because APPARENTLY the school frowns on biting your peers. go figure.
so, if you are the unfortunate soul to end up with her, be graced with a malia tate sitting in the back of the detention room and flinging rubber bands at their robot teacher supervisor. who apparently doesn't really care. how annoying. ]
three. this is only funny if you've watched only god forgives too
[ today there is a teen girl at the gym, dressed very gym-y and with her hair tied back. she's been going at it with the punching bags for a while, practicing skills she's learned from a certain ninja over her time here and just feeling pretty good. she's getting bored though, the adrenaline building up more and more until she sends a very frustrated hand through the bag, sending filling everywhere. she stares down at the mess, giving an awkward cough before walking away.
then, perhaps, she spots you who are also equally exercising here at the gym. she might watch whatever you're doing for a while before approaching, an eager grin on her face as she bounces on her toes. ]
Hey, hey. Wanna fight?
[ she doesn't look that intimidating, right? ]
wildcard. insert lycanthropy joke here
[ seriously she's a loser, someone save her from her loser-y ways. ]
(( OOC: holy shit i'm really slow and super sorry for it! i'm still getting to these, just. slowly. ))
scenting) and you?! yeah, youWhen: icly whenever works best for you really
Where: marketplace, school, and the gym
What: an attempt at not being anti-social was made
Rating/Warning: canine tendencies also me being really bad at writing malia logs
one. it was a gentle tap, really
right now, she's looking in the window of a shoe store, looking between the very fancy ones in the window and then her own boots. she runs a hand through her hair with a sigh and --
Hello! Would you like to try a free sample? she's interrupted by a robot. ]
No, I'm fine, I--
[ Our records indicate that you have not made a purchase in the Marketplace yet. Please, let us help you make a purchase! ]
No, really, I don't need any--
[ Refusal to comply will result in detainment! Come with me, come with me! and then the robot grabs her arm. big mistake.
there's what sounds like a growl there and suddenly malia lifts her foot to kick it right into the robot's chest. the robot goes flying, crashing right through at least three stalls and through the wall of a building. debris everywhere and the crowd looks over at malia. ]
Ohhh, shit.
[ does anyone want to help her?! ]
two. accidentally delinquent'd
[ lunch time! malia doesn't like school, she's not very good at it and she doesn't have many friends because she's an anti-social poop. still, she keeps going because it's the one stable tie that she has to something similar to life at home. she's still failing half her classes and struggling to maintain C's but she's trying, at least.
lunch time is nice though. free food, peace and quiet, and she doesn't get graded for it. today is her favorite -- large piles of meat and she orders two helpings. the problem is, with such big helpings she has to be very careful how to walk in order not to tip them over. which is why you (yes, YOU) are going to be in super big trouble when there is an inevitable collision and malia's food goes everywhere. there's a beat of silence before she growls, snapping her teeth at you. ]
Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!
version b:
[ alternatively: if you don't want to be on the bad side of malia, there is always detention. yep, unfortunately if you didn't bump into malia, someone else did and there was a very big scuffle over it. this scuffle has landed malia in detention for the entire next two weeks because APPARENTLY the school frowns on biting your peers. go figure.
so, if you are the unfortunate soul to end up with her, be graced with a malia tate sitting in the back of the detention room and flinging rubber bands at their robot teacher supervisor. who apparently doesn't really care. how annoying. ]
three. this is only funny if you've watched only god forgives too
then, perhaps, she spots you who are also equally exercising here at the gym. she might watch whatever you're doing for a while before approaching, an eager grin on her face as she bounces on her toes. ]
Hey, hey. Wanna fight?
[ she doesn't look that intimidating, right? ]
wildcard. insert lycanthropy joke here
(( OOC: holy shit i'm really slow and super sorry for it! i'm still getting to these, just. slowly. ))
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[ oh well!! but either way, she strides over with confidence and grabs onto one of the ropes, flinging herself into it with way more than superhuman agility. she'll land on her feet, stretching her arms over her head as she waits for leia. ]
Hurry up.
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she might as well. ]
O- Okay, okay.
[ tone reminiscent of a teenager being fussed at, leia gets a couple steps' running start before vaulting over the ropes surrounding the ring using her staff. she lands opposite malia after flipping in the air, letting out a breath when satisfied. ]
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So, how do you want to start this? Any rules?
1/2
...just then, one of the gym's friendly bots appears, as if on cue, and answers all of their questions. ]
Number of rounds: 3. The first to knock the other out of the ring, or render the other unable to get back up within ten seconds is the victor.
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Whoa.
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she's also equally startled at the sudden robot, letting out a groan of frustration. ]
Does this place just have a robot for everything?!
[ ugh, fine. whatever. she's just going to dig into her gym bag with a huff and pull out a roll of bandages so she can wrap her hands with frustration. she sort of... forgot to do that until right now so just give her a moment. ]
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[ leia continues to stare at the robot as she answers, seeing as how it doesn't seem to be doing anything else that the moment. apparently it's waiting, like she is--though she doesn't realize it until a moment later.
what is she waiting for?
then she turns and sees malia and realizes. she's free to take her time, though. leia just smiles patiently. ]