Chance Downtown:
A bi-curious playboy with the ability to manipulate blood and make ladies swoon.
DonJhea "the Reckless" Kenner:
A surprisingly young lady with the body of a woman, the ferocity of a tiger, and the ability to fashion weapons out of her blood
Chamel's Entry:
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A particular man was chatting amongst a small group of women, two of which were latched onto his arms as he smiled. His bright, cherry-red hair seemed to shine even in the artificial light of the room. He was needless to say, very handsome, with his sharp features and cunning eyes. Even his red, business-suit like attire seemed to beautify his features further.
“Chance Downtown. Please report to the front desk.” A voice on the intercom sounded through the room, catching the attention of the man.
He apologized to the girls around him as he excused himself, the girls wishing him luck before gathering in a circle and talking about their newest experience with the man.
Chance proceeded to the front desk, as he was told, and leaned on the counter. A man with jet-black hair and thin, wire-rimmed glasses placed on the perch of his nose, looked up at him. His expression was indifferent as he handed the suited man a folder.
“This will be your opponent.” He said bluntly, turning back to the computer he was working at.
“Thanks for the kind greeting, mate.” Chance muttered sarcastically.
“Anytime.”
The suited man rolled his eyes and opened the folder. A picture of a hard-faced female, no older than fifteen, with long brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, was paper-clipped to the front of a small packet of papers. A thin strip of hair seemed to escape the hair-holder, and was pushed off towards the left of her face. Her violet eyes were cold behind her black-framed glasses. Chance smiled; she was so young, how could she be his opponent?
“Excuse me, mate. Is this really my opponent?”
The man behind the desk looked up at him lazily, and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a female voice.
“And are you really mine?”
Chance turned and grinned with a fierce pleasure in his scarlet eyes. Standing before him was the teenage girl he had just seen a photo of. She was now wearing a green, tight-fitting tank top and jeans that frayed at the ends. Her black high-tops pulled the outfit together nicely, making her look much older than she really was.
“Ah, DonJhea. How lovely to see you.” Chance greeted, reading her name off of the packet. “You look quite fetching this evening.”
“Chance.” She replied coldly, crossing her arms indignantly.
“Ah, I see you are in a absolutely lovely mood this evening.” The suited man applauded sarcastically, a wide grin plastered to his face as he held his gaze with the teenage girl's.
DonJhea merely rolled her eyes before leaning her torso on the front desk, her arms folded in front of her still. Chance chuckled under his breath and placed the packet next to her before placing his hands on his hips.
“Excuse me, Daniel, may we have our room number please?” He asked the man behind the counter
Daniel looked up and over the the rim of his glasses before sighing and handing the pair a small slip of paper. “On there you will find your required room. Just don't dirty things up too much; I'm the one who has to clean.” He sighed and turned back to the computer and typed away furiously at the keyboard.
“Could you say it a little nicer, mate?” Chance chuckled and gave a wink, but was rudely turned down with a roll of Daniel's eyes. The suited gentleman grinned and sauntered off, leaving a tsking DonJhea behind.
She quickly caught up however, remaining silent as they trekked down the long hallway, looking for their designated room. Luckily it wasn't too far, only three down and to the left.
“Well, ladies first.” Chance chuckled holding the door open for DonJhea politely.
“How very gracious of you.” She replied dryly.
My, my. There seems to be an attitude with this one. The suited gentleman chuckled inwardly, following the younger girl inside.
“So... Can we start already? I have somewhere to be soon.” DonJhea's tone sounded bored, as if it wasn't worth her time being here.
“Of course, girly. Like I said, ladies first.” Chance chuckled, stripping off his suit jacket to reveal a black waistcoat that hugged his form fittingly. He flung it to the side to lay on the ground, not caring too much for the dust that rose when it hit the surface.
DonJhea stared at him, eyes blazing with a fierceness that wasn't present before they entered the room. She stood there, slowly cracking her knuckles one by one, never breaking her eye-contact with Chance. He had to admit, she seemed rather serious, especially for her age. This was certainly going to be a fun ride.
“Shall we?” He chuckled, bringing his thumb to his mouth. He bit the skin, tearing it to produce blood.
“We shall.” DonJhea replied, turning and lowering her body in a sloppy stance.
The teenage girl kicked off the ground, beginning to sprint towards Chance with impressive speed for her age. She closed the small gap between them quickly, planting her foot and bringing the other around in a clean roundhouse. Chance chuckled and ducked, bringing his fingers up to snap quickly. With the unusual command, the blood that dripped down his thumb sprung from his body and tied a bloody rope around the female's vulnerable leg. The red lasso pulled back, taking DonJhea with it.
She grunted as she twisted her body, planting her hands on the ground to swing her leg to catch Chance in the side. The blood fell from her other leg as Chance skidded away, clutching at his side. DonJhea twisted around and jumped up, landing in a low squat and facing her opponent. Chance's breathing was ragged as he slowly stood up, trying to regain some of the breath that had just been knocked out of him.
“Very... Impressive... Girly...” He chuckled in between heavy breaths. With a sharp intake of breath, he stood up straight, already recovered from the hit.
“You use blood...?” DonJhea whispered, barely audible. The question seemed... Out of place, almost.
Chance cocked his head and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Yes?” He answered, gingerly rubbing at his sore side. “Is that a problem?”
The teenage girl lowered her head as she stood, the only feature that was visible was her wide smile, something that didn't seem natural. She slowly rose her head once she was standing straight, her violet eyes behind her black-framed glasses glinting with ferocity.
“You see... I use blood too...” She smiled cruelly and brought her arms in an 'X' in front her face. DonJhea brought them down quickly again; two curved blades shot out of her skin, not seeming to tear it. But what was unusual was that they had a maroon tint to them.
Chance stood there, mouth agape in awe, as he stared at the blades that were embedded in her skin. “Very impressive indeed! Truly amazing!” He shouted, clapping his hands together in applause. His teeth shone slightly as his smile stretched to its limits. He was truly impressed. “But can you handle yourself well against me?”
“Of course.” She lowered her body in another stance, leaning her body back slightly.
Chance chuckled as the blood, now splattered on the ground, caught his sight. It was right behind DonJhea, in her blind spot. His eyes darted back to the teenage girl's, a mischievous grin plastered to his face. He slowly took a step toward her; one after another, nearing her slowly. She stood rigid, her arms in front of her defensively.
Perfect. Chance chuckled smugly as he brought his hand in front of his face, pretending to inspect his fingers.
“How fast are you?” He asked, blowing on the tips of his nails, casting only a single glance towards the girl.
She seemed taken aback slightly, but answered nonetheless, “I like to think myself a pretty quick person.”
Chance chuckled again, the sound sending a chill down DonJhea's spine, though she didn't show it. “You better make sure.” He brought his hands up above his head, the sleeves folding in on themselves just slightly as they fell. With a chuckle, he snapped.
The blood behind DonJhea rippled and shook before shooting towards the female. She turned quickly, her reflexes saving her by a fraction of an inch. As she turned, she ducked, and the blood rocketed past her cheek, tearing a small scratch in her skin. With her low body position, DonJhea growled low and kicked off the ground. Chance chuckled as she sprung in the air to avoid another assault; but her opponent was smarter.
Chance snapped again, and the blood changed directions; it shot towards her again, aiming to pierce through her mid-section, but she twisted at the last moment with an audible grunt. She spun and the blood-spike missed her just barely. Then she fell.
Although she was graceful, she was still defenseless. The blood twisted again, this time it went beneath DonJhea. It strung together to form a net like formation, into which the woman fell into with an audible grunt of frustation. The net quickly tied itself, interlacing its bloody strands tightly. Chance chuckled, just barely showing his teeth as he stepped nearer towards the captured teenager. DonJhea struggled against the net, but no matter how many times she broke the strands, it merely reformed right before her eyes.
“You can try girly, but you'll merely tire yourself out; which will make it that much easier to claim another win.” He chuckle escaped passed his lips again, curling them back ever so slightly. His footsteps echoed off the concrete walls around the pair, and stopped abruptly when the gentleman halted directly in front of the net fashioned from blood. “Although, there is one way I would let you out.”
Chance cooed, stroking his chin lightly as he he stood there, staring with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. The young teenage girl was relentless, and he honoured that. Her grunts of resistance come out sharply as she struggled to get free; but time and time again, the net nearly reformed around her.
“Fuck! Fine. What do you want.” She growled, her breath slightly uneven from her failed efforts for freedom. Her hair had fallen in her face and her glasses hung barely on the tip of her nose; her lips were turned down in a scowl. Something about her being... It didn't say 'no' or even seemed submissive as Chance had hoped for. He kept his eyes narrowed on her as he spoke her ransom.
“You see, girly, you have a very nice figure, even for one so young.” He began, his eyes fixed on her violet irises. “And it would be a shame if it would go to waste.”
By now, DonJhea had settled down quite considerably, her movements halting almost immediately as the gentleman's words passed through his thin lips. A silence had settled upon them, and felt so heavy that it seemed like the only noises in the room were there individual breathing. She continued to scowl at the older man, but her eyes and the reddening of her cheeks made it clear that she had put two and two together.
“And what would you want me to do..?” She questioned, in between clenched teeth.
Chance rubbed his hands together greedily. “I would like you to by me dinner.”
DonJhea stayed there, her struggling completely at bay as the words rang through her head. She didn't move, she didn't speak, and it seemed as if she didn't even blink. Either the shock of the gentleman's question was too outlandish for her or--
The teenage girl erupted in a fit of laughter. Her cries of expressed humor rang endlessly off the walls around them and the sound filled Chance's ears as he fought back a frown.
“I see that this amuses you... Care to explain why, girly?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing a hand out in confusion.
DonJhea merely continued to laugh. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she gripped at her stomach. Her blood-blades had disappeared from her arms. Her face was turning bright red as she doubled over in the net, swinging it in slow circles. Now Chance was beginning to get upset. His lips twisted into an ugly scowl that didn't seem natural with his features.
“Well then. You are one rude young lass.” He growled, his maroon eyes flashing with a hint of anger. “Looks like I'll have to show you to respect your elders.” His right hand rose and pointed towards the young woman, whose laughter was growing a seed of fury in the pit of Chance's stomach.
The gentleman snapped, and the blood wound around DonJhea's body. The force ceased her amusement and replaced it with a choking noise as pressure was added to her throat. Now the amusement was with Chance, and he chuckled as he watched her struggle still.
The sight of her so helpless, so vulnerable... He shook the though from his head, but licked his lips hungrily. The strained grunts from her were enough to send his heart soaring in thrill. Oh how had he had missed this feeling. The feeling of a blood lust that could only be quelled by the shrills of a little women; although he had hoped for an older woman.
“Let me go you red-headed bastard!” DonJhea shouted in between coughs. She tried and tried to wiggle her way out of the ensnarement, but just like before, her efforts were all in vain.
Chance merely smiled and pretended to inspect his cuticles. Although they were perfect, he was just waiting for her to answer to his before-mentioned statement.
“Alright fine! I'll buy you dinner!” She shouted. Something was hidden in the back of her tone, almost like an underlying message.
Chance blew it off, however, and snapped almost as soon as the words burst their way through her teeth. DonJhea fell to the ground in a fit of coughs as she clutched at her throat, as if trying to make up for lost breathing time. The gentleman waited for her to finish, and it seemed to take a while, to the point where his gaze was wandering around the room, wondering what he was going to order. At long last, her exasperated coughs settled down to a quiet wheezing.
“Well now. Just to be kind, I'll let you pick the restaurant, girly.” He cooed, bending over to help her up. The teenage girl shot a glare full of hatred at him, but it only caused the man to chuckle.
DonJhea sat there, glaring at him for what seemed like ages. Chance held the stare with a mischievous look in his eyes. His expression resembled that of a sly cat that had a victorious battle with a ball of yarn; a look that simply read 'victory is mine'.
The teenage girl sucked in a sharp breath and released it in disappointment. She slowly rose her hand and slipped her hands into Chance's soft palm. The man helped her stand and watched as she brushed the invisible dust off her clothes.
“I guess I should thank you for letting me go... Huh..?” She asked, using her index finger to push her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. She crossed her arms and leaned back a bit as she awaited a response. The stance she took when she leaned back... It seemed almost familiar in a way...
“You can, but I won't force you, girly.” Chance turned away and snapped with his fingers, the sound inaudible to even himself. “Come along now.” He looked over his shoulder to see her staring at him, her expression blank.
“What is it?” He asked, turning to face the teenage girl. She stood motionless behind him, her oddly blank expression sending a chi