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Post by ivansercofsky on May 5, 2005 18:57:58 GMT -5
Ivan caught her foot and pushed it away gently, waiting her her to recatch her balance before punching her stomach just hard enough to bruise it.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 5, 2005 19:03:35 GMT -5
Kiya was starled by the punch and was bent over with her hands on her knees, "I cant win with just my hands." She said slowly looking up at Ivan, whisps of her hair lay hung around her face.
She stretched standing up slowly wincing as her ribs still hurt from the kick, she stood there waiting, she wasnt going to make the first move, not again.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 5, 2005 19:14:31 GMT -5
"You STILL want to continue?" he said incrediously and bounced on the balls of his feet again for a second, then this time trying a high sweeping kick to her shoulder.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 5, 2005 19:40:20 GMT -5
Kiya ducked down when he aimed for her shoulder and decided to stay down as she didnt want to move, "Ok I admit it, I give up." She say lying in the grass.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 19:02:19 GMT -5
The young man sighed and took a drink of the water he brought, stripping out of his stickly shirt and then letting the water wash over him to cool his flushed skin off. "Thanks Kiya." he said with a smile, brushing his now wet silver hair away from his face and slicking it back. "That helped me out alot..."
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 6, 2005 19:17:25 GMT -5
"Your welcome." Kiya said slowly as she closed her eyes as she just layed there. She knew she should get up and keep moving as the pain of the bruises that would show up soon would be less if she got used to moving.
But she just liked not moving at the very moment. "Pray tell how long have you been fighting?"
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 19:25:32 GMT -5
"Nearly fourteen years." he said, bending down beside her and offering the half bottle of water he had left.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 6, 2005 19:32:09 GMT -5
Kiya opened her eyes and looked to Ivan and lifted her head slightly seen Ivan offereing the water, "Man long time, ten years for me ever since I could pick up my mums daggers she taught me. yea thanks," She said forcing herself to sit up with a wince as she took a sip of the water.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 19:34:49 GMT -5
"Aw man, I bruised your pretty badly, didn't I?" he said, looking at the places where he had hit her and watching the bruises start to appear. "I'm sorry..."
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 6, 2005 19:44:49 GMT -5
"Dont worry, it'll heal." Kiya said as she took another sip before puring some on her hair. "The girls at the temple were much worse."
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 19:48:36 GMT -5
"have you... ever had your hair braided?" Ivan asked suddenly, thoughtfully, as he watched the long, black locks become drenched in water. He was sure she would be pretty cute with her hair braided.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 6, 2005 19:52:05 GMT -5
"one braid or teeny tiny braids? (not against her head)" Kiya asked looking to Ivan, "I have had the second but not the first."
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 20:02:19 GMT -5
The Russian smiled. He had seen a few of the girls in his native village style each other's hair like that and so learned how to do it through watching them. He then went to sit down behind Kiya and parted her hair into three separate but equal segments, then started to interwtine them togther just like he had seen the girls do...
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 6, 2005 20:10:16 GMT -5
Kiya smiled as she let Ivan so her hair. The one braid was so much more simple then the hair stylings she was used to, "Thank you."
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 6, 2005 20:12:45 GMT -5
"You're welcome," he answered, enjoying the feeling of her silky hair against his finger tips as he braided the soft strands.
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