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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2017 3:10:45 AM
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"I seem to only attract people that want to punch my face in. I dunno. Ask one of the so called gods. Maybe one of them know why the f*ck I'm cursed."
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[i]"Don't worry, I don't hurt those I like. But don't get on my bad side." [/i]
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"Awww, you like me? That's nice to hear, but nothing new. As a famous athlete a lot of people have thrown themselves at me."
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[i]"Have a lot thrown fire as well, though?" Nat asked, igniting the tip of her two fingers as she slid them forwards an inch jokingly. She let the fires burn out after. [/i]
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"Yes, actually now that I think of it..." Star shrugged. "He had a stereotypical anger issue to go along with the fire though."
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[i]"Well damn, he must've been a hothead." [/i]
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"A real hot temper..."
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[i]"Was he at least hot?" [/i]
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"As hot as his score." Star made a 0 with her hand. "He lost so fast just because I distracted him with a simple hair flip and bending over to stretch."
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[i]"Damn, I should try that next time I'm competing with someone." [/i]
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"Horny people are so easy to beat." Star chuckled. "It helped when I wore skin tight suits in most sports. Trace a hand slowly up the thigh with bedroom eyes and there's a guaranteed win."
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[i]"Where do you buy tights that thin? The only places I know are either insanely expensive or have clothes that fade too easily." [/i]
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"Sponsors....Trust me, you have to be very comfortable with your body to wear those suits. It's kind of embarrassing when people can see every curve and crevice...every single one."
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[i]"Trust me, I don't exactly have too many shits to give at how people look at my body. As long as they don't try to touch it or stare too long, then look on." [/i]
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"They stare a lot. I've heard a lot of inappropriate things as a female athlete wearing one of them. So many eyes on your chest and bottom..." Star sighed. "Even some male athletes purposely grazing you and touching you...it sucks."
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[i]"If they try that, then I would have given a good burn to a soft spot. -blam!- anyone that does that, and not literally." [/i]
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"Then you get banned from the tourney. You have no idea what kind of bullsh*t I've dealt with. One guy literally shoved the barrel of his gun purposely into my crotch. Somehow there was no rule against that at the time."
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[i]"...Who is he? Let's just say I know a guy who can fix that issue."[/i]
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"I got him kicked for drug abuse by doing some detective work. People were outraged, he lost his job, wife, and people may have damaged and ruined his mansion, cars, and basically everything he owned. I got 'em back gooooood." Star smirked.
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[i]"Much better than what I was going to do, damn." [/i]
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"I had help from my friends. I thought they went a tad overboard, but he was an *sshole that cheated on his wife anyway." She shrugged.
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[i]"Then he deserved it." [/i]
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"Agreed. Now, I think I'm gonna go to my ship, shower, change, and clean up overall. Maybe I'll see you later? 8:30 maybe? A nice dinner? Just us?" Star kept up the smirk, confidence evident in her eyes.
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[i]"Sure, why not. Are we going somewhere fancy or no?" [/i]
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"Eh, up to you. I have no opinion." Star held back a squeal of delight.
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[i]"Alright. There's this nice little steakhouse I know nearby, wear something nice." [/i]
