Tell me do you think I'm dumb?

[iphigeneia]

Who| Felicity & Open
What| The TV special reveals that Eponine has been sneaking around behind Felicity's back. Let's just say she's not happy about it.
Where| D2 Suite ; D3 ; Training room ;
When| Anytime after the Caesar Flickerman TV special.
Warnings/Notes| Open to everyone, tag in however you like!

D2 Suites

Felicity wasn't just livid when she saw the broadcast footage of Eponine cuddled up with Grantaire. She was humiliated, utterly. At last, she'd started to come to terms with herself, with her attraction to women, lowered herself to Eponine's level, and now what had Eponine done? She'd carried on with a man! With Grantaire, of all men! The indignity of it all! Felicity could scream, she was so appalled by everything.

"I'll kill them both!" She declared to no one in particular as soon as the mandatory viewing period had passed. "Those awful creatures deserve each other!"


D3 Suites

She entered the third floor suite uninvited, not caring at all if her presence there was unwelcome at all. She was angry and she was going to make that rage known to whoever she happened to come across first. And then, when she was done, she'd find that troll of a human, Grantaire, and beat the hell out of him. And when she was done with that, she'd tell Eponine exactly what she thought of her. And then Felicity would be satisfied and superior once more, and all would be right with the world.


Training Room

Once she was sufficiently calmed, she made her way to the training facilities. She'd been bested by Roland last time, unable to use her weapons skills against someone who was simply stronger and faster than she was. It was something she'd need to work on. What good was a dagger or a bow if she was pinned down beneath a man who had the strength to keep her down.

She still was a bit clueless when it came to strength training, but she would work on it on and off by herself, peppering in her routines of fencing and archery as needed to liven things up. Four Arenas in a row she'd made it to the end. Arena 13 she would win, so help her God.

Comments

[shenunigans]

Maybe in another context, Dave would be flustered by a girl pulling him down onto her. Right now, it's business mode. He struggles, but eventually he lets her pull and they fall to the mats with a thud. He twists himself around so he's on top and straddling her, hand snapping out to press down on her shoulder and fist raising.

His eyes aren't visible, but there's hesitation there, just a moment for her to say creamsicle so he can figure out whether to try punching her or not. She might not want to explain it to her Stylist, and he's cool with that. Oceana would flay him for showing up with bruises.

[iphigeneia]

On the other hand, Felicity doesn't hesitate at all. She's still a little breathless, but she just isn't the sort of person to give up at the threat of a black eyes. Of course, she has her vanity, but scars and scratches make for fanciful war stories, and she'd rather take the bruise than live with the shame of giving up after one little hit.

Breath caught, she exhales out of her nose, daring Dave to go for it.

[shenunigans]

The hesitation, unfortunately, makes it all the more difficult to jump back into this. Ah, yes. Let me just wait for your approval before I punch you in the face. That is, in a sense, what they're working on here, so he supposes there's no reason not to.

As such, he strikes. It's not the most aggressive punch, just a swipe to the cheek to stun her if he aims well enough. He'll go in to swipe her from the other side if he makes it that far. It feels weird not to have a weapon to fall back on, even if he knows his hand to hand is sloppy. He doesn't like the idea of doing this to the death much, but he tries not to think about that.

[iphigeneia]

It stings. It hurts. But a blow to the face doesn't hurt as badly as her pride would if she's surrendered to him. Still, she isn't looking forward to the welts which will soon take root, nor to the disapproving, superior stupidity which follows her around in the forms of Leo and Cal.

Satisfied that he's gotten his hit in, Felicity at last lets herself take action. The second strike is dodged –– a lucky trick on her part, but she's glad for it. The momentum of her shoulders shifting and dodging his hit might be enough to dislodge Dave a little.... if she's lucky. If she could just throw him off slightly, she's sure she could turn the tables on him.

[shenunigans]

Dave doesn't pity her too much when she takes the hit. He's more impressed than anything, a little surprised that anyone would willingly accept being punched in the face. It's probably that surprise that makes her next move so effective, because he wobbles when her shoulders shift and he struggles to re-balance after missing his second hit.

She has an in, but it's a brief one.