You have no idea. (Open)

[Benny Gear]

Bernadette I. Gear.


Benny.


Benny-girl.


Impact.


These were the names she was called. All these little monikers rested on her head and she didn't even know what they all meant. Bernadette? Who WAS that? It sounded like the name of some posh little rich kid then the savage that it actually belonged to. And who was it that gave it to her? Benny didn't really know. It was just the name on her birth certificate. A way to identify a tiny broken child who, thanks to fate, was already one step behind normalcy. No parents, no meaning.

Just chaos.

Titles, names, identity, those were ways to center yourself. Ways to make sure you didn't fly off into oblivion. Benny had no grounding. No foundation. So she created one. She gathered a persona that would in the long run, protect her from the world. A tough bitch. A crazy bitch. Someone not even god himself would think of messing with. And over time, the facade fades. The act becomes reality. Just trying to survive turns into loving the power the role gave you.

Then you turn into a monster.



Benny was teetering. She was unstable, cold and mean but not yet a mass murderer. Not yet the stereotypical cookie-cutter psychopath that the History channel did stories on. You know, the mis-fortunate critter that scuttles around the under belly of the ghetto raping hookers and eating babies.

Nah, she wasn't quite there yet.




She had a heart.


It was just buried under layers of baggage.




Benny rolled her shoulders, clearing the current tension out of her body. Icy eyes flickered back and forth along the street, like only one who grew up violent knew how to do. It was dark out, nearing midnight and the girl had to get some air. She was trying to be normal, going to a new school, a better school. Hell she wasn't even living out of a homeless shelter anymore. Benny had her own place to live, with a job and some money. But sometimes the beast came out, this thing inside her would rip it's way out to feed off the night air. It was a hunger for that undeniable freedom, the power to rove the pavement like a hunter.

It was addicting.

Blond hair shuffled about her head in wild spikes and edges. It was short, just below the ears but it was messy and crazy. Just like she was. Adorned with her grey shirt with army across the breasts and black cargo pants, Benny was feeling deadly tonight. Her combat boots pounded the concrete and mixed well with the tinkling of several mismatched earrings in both ears.


Nights like these were made for big things.

Life changing things.





This shit was intoxicating.

[Ceraphine Davis]

( OOC: I guess I can join....>.> If not....just kill me and get it over with. LOL )

Night time, near the peak of the night to be exact...The perfect time to catch Kevala out and running around. Literally. She had to run. It was about as addicting to her as the tortured pains of her victims, their blood washing over her hands and down her throat, it was something that held her in its grip and refused to let go.

Sure, it had started out as a means to control those voices in her head, the ones that urged the good girl to do such horrible things...and it had worked. So long as she ran, for miles and miles every night, the nightmares stayed at bay and the voices remained inside her head where they belonged.

But life had a way of fucking you over just when you thought everything was going fine, and as events of her life twisted into the very nightmares she tried to avoid, a break happened. Not on the outside of course. But on the inside of her mind...That already fragile wall that held her demon back, kept it locked away and silent crumbled like a brick wall that just met with a wrecking ball.

Then, when the dust settled, all that was left was the evil darkness and Kevala..No more voices to hold it back, to block its room to grow, and now, it ran freely, its thirst for the blood and suffering of others a craving Kevala could not control. Yet, she had to admit, it had its benefits.

She no longer was the girl who was too emotional to settle down and be a good fighter, to be a thinker....Now she was cool, calm, collected and oh so calculating. Traits you would think her mentor would be proud of.....not like she was gonna let him know what she was up to.

Long wavy black locks cascaded down around her lithe form as she pushed herself another mile, a thin layer of sweat forming on her skin as she drew in heavy yet even breaths...the words of Gabriel's first real training session with her echoing in her mind....

Control your breathing....

From that day on it had been like a second nature....but then when a man broke your leg to get the point across you tended to listen.

Icy hues, seeming to catch every light that was available cast to look about, always watching, always observing. She was a paranoid little shit, to say the least....Bad habit from almost being murdered so many times.

It was then, during one of these visual sweeps that she spotted a girl, not too far off, who appeared to be just as cautious of the area as she was, part of her felt compelled to just keep going. To get home, pull off her tank top and work out pants and take a shower and go to bed....Yet the other part of her, the part that was ever so curious, could not help but slow just a bit in her run as she offered a seemingly friendly wave before speaking up in a light and somewhat out of breath tone.

"Hello. Thought I was the only one who roamed these streets at this time of night."

Pleasant enough smile on her face as she finally came to a stop...Hands going to rest on her knees for a moment as she bent over to catch her breath. Not sure if the girl would talk to her, hit her or just try and kill her....One could never tell these days....No, not at all.....

[knightmare13]

'Why are the nights always so quiet?' I asked myself as I ran across the roofs of San Diego's buildings. 'Like crime itself was a lost art.' Really I had no idea why I was getting frustrated. This is what everyone who puts on a costume wants right? Little crime, no one bleeding?

I should've been at home sleeping off the bullet bruises I have from that punk on Rio popped in my direction. But tonight felt...different somehow. Like something was pulling me towards something and hopefully it helped me in one way or another.

I stopped moving when I realized I was somewhere in the city and was over a part where I had a clear view of two people, one who looked like she had been running, the other wearing combat boots...'Something happening? I asked myself as I looked down at that two.

[Benny Gear]

Benny's eyes flickered to and fro, never staying in one spot. She was aware of her surroundings, of the lights turned on in which buildings and if any noises were coming from a suspicious alley way. Back where she was from, an attack could come from anywhere. An alley, a roof, even from right behind you. Looking everywhere had saved her many a time from ending up...well....everywhere.

As her mind mulled about different points of entry for an attack a call from dark sparked her interest. People who are going to attack you don't normally get your attention first, unless there was more then one of them. Benny's eyes instantly went to the woman who spoke.


"Guess you were wrong then sunshine. All sorts of nasties prowl around the dark." Benny called, her boots stopping briefly to get the sound across.

Benny sized the girl up. Rather thin and very pretty, she was a gangbangers dream. She had some muscle, but from what she saw the female didn't look like much of a fighter.

She looked more like a princess. Some posh little child running from a fight with her rich little daddy. The girl rolled her eyes. It was her fault for moving to a nicer neighborhood. Better city meant actual law abiding citizens.


Nights like this made her miss the rough and tumble LA streets she grew up in. The blond fidgeted with her shoulders and began moving forward once again. She wasn't looking for tea time with the local girlie girl.


She was looking for a fight.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Sunshine? Oh look another person who sized her up and thought she was some hollywood princess who had strayed too far from home.

Gods how she hated the fact that her being so tiny meant that she was just some pretty preppy bitch. Fuck!

"Sunshine huh? Trust me, sweetheart, you have no idea what kind of dark nasty stuff roams these streets."

Already Kev felt herself tensing up, she was sure to start something. The sweetheart comment probably gonna go over as well with the girl as the sunshine comment went on her.

Which was not at all.

Pushing back a few straight locks of her hair, she had to tilt her head ever so slightly to meet the girl in the eyes with her own icy hues.

A little grin tugging on her lips as the "demon" inside began to pace the corners of her mind.

~Play time?~

Kevala shut the voice out. Right now, in the middle of some deserted street with a girl who looked like she was itching for some trouble was not the best time to be getting distracted by the voice of her inner demon...No, she would keep it at bay because honestly, she could always hunt down somebody to kill later to feed it...

"Names Kevala....You are?"

She didn't expect it to be a very welcome question, and already was thinking over the various comebacks likely to be shot her way....Her hand shifting to adjust her bracelet on her wrist......

[Benny Gear]

"Sweetheart? The fuck is that? I gotta heart sunshine, but it certainly ain't sweet." Benny stopped once again and turned to face the girl. Benny was no cupcake inside or out. Her face and torso were covered with easily visible scar, light threads of silver that mapped out her history. On her hands alone she a dozen knife scars and other-various-object-scars, that made it look as if she had done henna on it. She was no bucket of happy.

Benny was a bitch and she knew it.


She didn't have any special powers or deep evil inside her. She'd never been in any kind of galactic good and evil war. She was just a tough girl that grew up in an even tougher environment. Benny, just in case a fight DID happen, rolled up her shirt for higher mobility, what she revealed by doing so was a long half healed scar that ran horizontally from one side of her stomach to the other. She tied up her shirt by her ribcage and stared at the other girl.

"Down in the badlands they called me Impact, here I go by Benny. So what kind of chula roams the night with such a pretty face neh? Either you got an angel on your shoulder or your packing something shiny. Me? I ain't so pretty, so I'm safe out here." She switched from her LA slang back to actual English, her voice dropping low, " And I'm not pretty for a reason, I know exactly what kind of horrors go bump in the night."

Her were liquid fire as she concentrated on the girl. If any confrontation were to happen, Benny had no mercy for the tiny thing.




Little girls should know better then to talk to strangers.







Even IF they have candy.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala stood there, she had noted the scars, recorded them to memory and noted that the girl had a tough attitude. Yeah the sweetheart comment hit home just like she thought it would. Though as she listened to the girl speak of knowing about hard times, Kev sorta spaced out.

Not that she wasn't paying attention, just that her mind drifted back to the hard times she had been forced to endure throughout her life. She was not always bad. She used to be a normal little girl. But then, life had a way of changing you, twisting you until you became something best described as a monster.

When the speech was done, there was a moment of silence, her mind drifting to the many things she could say, the many things she could do......

Finally a little grin came to her lips as she turned around, her back facing the girl so that when she raised up her tank top the multiple stab wounds that had long since healed over were now visible.

"Gift from my foster family when I was a kid. Fuckers tried to kill me."

She then turned back around dropping the back of her shirt and pulling down the side waistband of her pants to reveal a brand mark on her upper hip.

"Twelve hours of being tortured and beaten. Nearly died...for about the 15th time in my life. Bastard wanted me to be his 'pet' if you can believe that."

She then stopped, looking up to meet the girls eyes with her own, clearly not one to shy away from anything as most her size and "prettiness" would choose to do.

"Even got scars of my weaknesses, my own personal flaws to remind me, that sometimes even I can break."

Holding up her wrists to show the two straight slightly raised scars from the night Gabriel had destroyed her entire existence.

"I got more....But I think you get my point. I know what its like to get the shitty end of the fucking stick no matter where you go. I ain't packing nothin' shiny......"

"I would get too distracted".....

"and I ain't stupid or nothin'. I am just somebody who has fought her way to the top and plans to stay put."

Her souther accent clear as she spoke. She was not sure if her words would make the girl wanna kick her ass or actually like her. It was always a toss up with Kevala. She had that strange effect on people. Gods only knew why....

[Benny Gear]

If it's one thing in life that a street kid could respect, its scars. And yes, Kevala's scars where impressive. Obviously the girl had been through quite a bit. But what got Benny the most is the fact that just like her, the chick was a foster kid.


Benny knew what that was like.

Tan hands thumbed the large scar on her middle,"Future gangbangers thought I'd make a nice initiation test to the top dogs. A few seconds of knife play got me this." She rolled her shoulders and turned her back to the girl. Benny then lifted her shirt up to expose a long slash that ran from her left shoulder to her right hip. It had long since healed but the pain of the memory was always deeper then the actual wound itself.


"I was in the system too, foster daddy didn't like it when I squirmed during "playtime" gave me something to keep me from moving for awhile." A shudder ran down her spine and Benny pulled her shirt back down, fully this time. Foster kids stuck together, as was always the way.

"Nice ta'meet'cha Kevala." Benny walked closer and shot out a hand to shake.


Gotta be polite ya know?

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala listened and she watched and though she was usually the one to just roll her eyes and be all whatever, she actually felt a little form of........connection there......

It was the same situation she had, almost down to the letter......

"Yeah my ex thought he needed "play time"....Heh...So I know the feeling...."

Then when the hand was extended, she looked at it for a moment. Nobody ever wanted to shake her hand...they hit her..sure, they slapped her on the ass, or the back or whatever, but nobody shook her hand.......

Finally though her smaller hand would extend outward and grasp the one offered.

"Nice to meet you to. Not often I find somebody that actually gets what it was like growing up that way."

It was true, she hated being so alone among all the people she knew...all her "friends"....the ones that up and left her just like her foster families had....Pft!

So yeah, it was cool to find somebody who got it.......

"So you new around this area? Haven't seen you at school or nothing."

[Benny Gear]

Benny grinned cheekily and pumped the smaller girl's hand up and down a few times. She was right, not many people knew what it was like growing up not only in the foster system, but in the ghetto as well. Most people never knew what it was like to fight for life. But they did. And that kind of thing bring about a connection that no one really can understand. A sense of camaraderie that war veterans could relate to. It was like they had dodged bullets together.


Shit like that is pretty deep.



Benny released the girl's hand and sat down on the curb of the street. She patted the concrete next to her and smiled a little. Dani always said that Benny was always too willing to make friends. Too trusting. Benny's reply was that the world was too mean not to make a few good friends along the way.

Benny liked people. Hated pricks.

But loved people.


She was a orphan to her very core.

"Yeah, just moved in from Los Angles. The badlands neh? I was coming here for school, away from the gangs and locos. Gonna get my education and become something. I start class soon. Looking forward to it. What'chu doing in San D?" She had slipped into the LA lingo, all Latino canter and attitude. One thing about Benny, she only had no accent when she was dead serious. But right now, she was just making a friend.



Who knew you could meet just cool people on a dark street?

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala moved to take a seat next to the girl, plopping down on the curb and resting her arms on her now bent knees. As she listened she nodded, thinking about the school and thinking how far it was away from being a sound learning environment.

"I moved here with my ex girlfriend few months ago. Go to PHS 774 myself, School Captain there."

She shrugged lightly, like it was not a big deal. In her mind it really wasn't...she knew that she would get beat one day and the title would change hands. It was just the way it worked, always somebody better coming along to kick your ass and take what was your's. The school was a jungle, survival of the fittest and all that good shit.

"Or at least I am until I get my ass handed to me by some random person. Which is likely to happen as much as people wanna start shit with me. You know? Being so small and all."

She hated being small sometimes. Sure, it had its uses. Like nobody took her for the insane little nut job that she was because she was so "cute" and nobody took her as much of a threat because almost every guy at the school was over a foot or more taller than her.

Her mind thinking back to Jack and his first impression of her. Heh......

Shaking her head she cast her eyes upward to the sky, not able to see the stars as well here due to all the city lights. She hated it sometimes.

"Always thought life would eventually get easier, figured I suffered enough shit as a kid to last a lifetime, but nah, my life is all jacked up still and just keeps getting worse."

She couldn't help but laught at that. It was funny. Apparently in her last life she had been some sort of anti-christ or something for the amount of bad Karma she was being dished out now.

"But you need anything, just lemme know. I can see what I can do. It is my job after all, and besides, gotta stick together huh? Not to many of us that actually get the whole 'system' thing."

Not bothering to turn her head, as she spoke absent mindedly, something that happened often with her, once you got to know her.

[Benny Gear]

School Capitan and a tiny powerhouse apparently. Good shit. Benny fiddled with a hole in her pants and cocked her head. She kind of felt sorry for Kevala. Something about her made her seem to Benny like she was someone who was...lost. Adrift out there with no one to catch on to. The blond felt for her. Not everyone knew who or what they were. They had so many questions, so many unanswered questions.

Benny was one of the lucky ones.


She may not know her past or where she came from but hell, Benny knew who she was. She knew that she was one tough chicka, that she was strong and confidant.


Sometimes self-esteem could be a bitch, other times it's a saint.


Benny reached up and patted Kev on the shoulder, " Yeah, I will. Sounds like this is one helluva place. Not as nice as I thought. S'okay though, nothing in my life....in both our lives has ever been easy."




"But at least we can have fun."



Benny stood and motioned for Kev to stand as well. Both of them were out in the streets for a fight. Both of them wanted a little excitement tonight. So they were going to find it. The girl nodded her head to the left, more toward the rougher side of town, if a fight couldn't come to them....they were going to hunt for one.


"Speaking of which, are you up for some fun" Benny smiled while part way biting her lip, "Because I came out tonight for some bloodshed, and I sure as hell ain't gonna fight a fellow system sister."


"Ya'game?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

As Kevala moved to stand, not sure why she actually wanted to hang out with another chick....which usually was not Kev's thing, she listened to the words, yet only the final ones really caught her attention.

Bloodshed......

Was she game?

Pft! Sadly the girl did not know who she was talking to. But then that was probably for the best anyways.

With a light nod she grinned, pushing back a bit of her hair that fell down into her face and finally speaking up as she brushed her tongue slowly over her lips.

"Bloodshed and a little ass kicking is just what I need to unwind from a rough day. Whatcha got in mind?"

Kevala liked this girl. She was nice, had a life similar to that of Kev's and she was all for kicking some ass and drawing blood. That so totally worked for Kev.

She was cooler then some, er...most of the men Kev knew....Which was awesomeness......

To say that Kevala wasn't happy at this moment would have been a lie. Pure and simple.

[Benny Gear]

She loved it when things worked out. Benny went out for a night on the town and she found a kindred spirit and a way to have fun all at the same time! Kev seemed game for pretty much anything, anything that would cause some ruckus and break some heads. Now, what was the one place where a fight was always guaranteed?

Where there was always a brawl.


Where two very attractive girls would naturally get pawed at and therefore have to whup some ass? Benny cocked her head and put her hand on her hip and thought deeply. As it clicked, she sneakily looked over at Kev, grinned wickedly and said two little words.


"Bar fight?"


Her body thrummed at the idea. Beer, men and blood. Three of her favorite things. And she just knew Kev would love it. Something about Kev just clicked with Benny.


They were going to be great friends. <3

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala could have been happy with just a random street punk or something like that..but as soon as bar fight was thrown her way, all hell broke lose in her mind.

Oh yeah, she was gonna like Benny...she knew it.

A grin curling on her lips as she nodded.

"Oh yeah, bar fights are awesome. I love those little preppy bitches that think they can fight...think they can take me on."

She laughed at the thought. It was guaranteed that there was always one in every bar, in the middle of every fight.

It was like looking for beer in the bar.......you would be in the twilight zone if you didnt find it.

"Come on. I know a place not far from here that is perfect."

With that she nodded down the street and started walking. Sure the other girl would follow.