Oh my god, I need all of this like yesterday. Dear lord.
And so of course she raises herself as much as the streets do, and she figures out pretty quickly that a pretty girl with that body attacks all the wrong stares. But she asks for trouble anyway, she rides the Subway late at night and gets off at Times Square because there's something glitzy about it - she's just from Brooklyn, nothing special - but as soon as she strays far enough away she gets the catcalls and the wandering eyes and sometimes, the wandering hands.
That's how she learns what works best as a weapon. Her hands are good, but sometimes she breaks knuckles and fingers and then it takes a while for them to fix themselves and she can't have downtime, so she tries trashcan lids and pipes and bricks. She figures out the quickest way to get a guy down in the way that he's never getting up again, at least not under his own power.
She likes her legs the best, and her feet, and the way you can drive a knee up into someone's stomach and then watch them fall, hold them under your heel, because she wears an old pair of her dad's boots that she found at the back of the closet, and she shoves scarves of her mother's in the front to make them fit right, but all that matters is that they're heavy and they feel right, and that she makes them hers.
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And so of course she raises herself as much as the streets do, and she figures out pretty quickly that a pretty girl with that body attacks all the wrong stares. But she asks for trouble anyway, she rides the Subway late at night and gets off at Times Square because there's something glitzy about it - she's just from Brooklyn, nothing special - but as soon as she strays far enough away she gets the catcalls and the wandering eyes and sometimes, the wandering hands.
That's how she learns what works best as a weapon. Her hands are good, but sometimes she breaks knuckles and fingers and then it takes a while for them to fix themselves and she can't have downtime, so she tries trashcan lids and pipes and bricks. She figures out the quickest way to get a guy down in the way that he's never getting up again, at least not under his own power.
She likes her legs the best, and her feet, and the way you can drive a knee up into someone's stomach and then watch them fall, hold them under your heel, because she wears an old pair of her dad's boots that she found at the back of the closet, and she shoves scarves of her mother's in the front to make them fit right, but all that matters is that they're heavy and they feel right, and that she makes them hers.