Surly: *stalks into the Park wearing a pair
of stockings formed of wide net. in metallic silver. a short, stiff black skirt
made of something that gleams like leather but isn't, and asilver bra with black
skulls embroidered on the cups. her gloves, rings, and boots remain the same.
and her roots are starting to show*
Surly: *looks around with a sour glare,
tramping easily along the path with a long-legged gait that challeneges with
every sway of her hips*
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The girl is just making
her way from Redbones, smiling a little bit as she looks around the park. The
leather jacket over her clothes is looking more and more comfortable every day.
She walks with the same disciplined posture as ever, cool blue eyes watching
around her as she moves.
Surly: *notes Annika and scowls even more. her
cold eyes raking the girl, then patently dismissing her*
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She glances over at
Surly and her brow raises...smile vanishing as she notes the other's expression.
A moment's pause, before she turns to approach the other.
Surly: *stops, crossing ehr arms under her
breasts, and watches the girl approach*
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Miss Surly." Her tone
and expression is polite as she approaches. "How are you this night?"
Surly: *a short nod* Annika. it's a night. i
haven't sent anyone to the hospital yet.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I would say then it is
fortunate for those you have been around." She nods a little bit, stopping and
giving the woman a respectful nod. The fact that she's just out of arm's range
is pure coincidence, surely.
Surly: *smirks coldly* no, the local creeps
are just getting too wise for their own good. i'm going to have to find a new
playground.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Ahh." She nods a
little bit. "Yes, I believe I can understand what you mean by that."
Surly: *a faint smirk* maybe, maybe not.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Maybe not?" A pale
brow rises, and her expression evens some. "My apologies...I had assumed that
you had stood a certain way. Am I mistaken?"
Surly: *arches an eyebrow* what i hate is
weakness. someone's sexual orientation means nothing at all to me, since i
simply do not have sex. what gets me angry is strong preying on the weak--like
raping a woman because she's a lezzie. that really pisses me off. nobody
deserves rape, no matter what they've done. or not done.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her expression cools
some, and her lips twist into a slight smile. "I see." She nods. "I do concede
the point that those of a deviant nature are inherantly weaker, Miss Surly. I
suppose that you simply do understand our ways well enough."
Surly: *smirks to the girl* you got the
wrong point. the point IS--how many of them attacked those two women? you wanna
make your point on that score, go one on one. but you stop before you start
raping. there's no call for that. you can't even claim that they were doing it
so she'd spawn--standard practice. rape vics get the morning after pill. so,
unless she refused it, unless she was able to refuse it? chances are better than
even that she's not going to be breeding from that. plus, rape damages. it's not
uncommon for a savage rape coupled with a severe beating to result in sterility
cuz the tissues get all fucked up and don't heal right. kinda defeats the
purpose of getting someone to turn into a barefoot and preggers wifey type if
you fuck her up so bad she has no chance to *makes quotes with her fingers* "do
her duty".
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "You suspect that I had
anything to do with said rape, Miss Surly." Her hands fold behind her back, and
she regards Surly with an even but unshrinking stare. "And in assuming thus, you
are incorrect."
Surly: *snorts* unless you had a damn good
implant job, it's unlikely you participated. thing is, though...you're
supporting it. simply by taking up with those who do such things, you're
agreeing that rape is a good thing. it's kinda that old thing where if a good
man sees evil and does nothing, he's performing evil himself. you heard that
saying before? tie that in with conversion by the sword, so to speak, gets you
lip service only. not true belief.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She shrugs a little
bit. "I support a cause. Whatever methods are used to bring about that
cause...it is for the betterment of our people as a whole. It is not my place to
question the methods of those...above us. Nor, Miss Surly, is it yours. And few
of those above us have taken a stance of opposition on the matter."
Surly: if you don't question, you accept. and
accepting this one is likely to drag you down into hell right along with 'em.
think about it from this point of view. what if they decide that peoplelike us
are only good for one thing. so they start just passing us around among each
other? you could breed a passle of whelps for 'em, never having just one male
who'll be the father. hell--probably wouldn't even know who the father was. how
would that better anyone? it's not such a grand leap of imagination--dehumanize
one group, you find it easier to dehumanize another, and another, until everyone
who isn't exactly what you are is less than nothing.
Surly: *after amoment, adds thoughtfully*
besides. might doesn't make right--it makes you nothing more than a bully.
*shrugs* i've always hated bullies.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She considers the
woman's words...to her credit, she actually seems to consider them. "This is our
place, Miss Surly. We trust in those above us to take care of us, as we take
care of them. Such a situation as you describe would never take place...we are
far more then just breeding stock to them. As to dehumanization..." She shrugs a
little bit, lowering her voice so as not to carry her next words. "We are not
human, Miss Surly. Not as much as you would lead us to believe. And the more
that our people act in an inhuman, unnatural manner--such as these deviants who
refuse their duty in favor of decadance and weakness--the less that human
morality applies to them."
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "And to be fair, I am
no bully, Miss Surly. Anymore then any of our people are. I merely help to fight
corruption. Is a crusade against that which is inherantly wrong bullying?"
Surly: *smirks* you really believe that? i
don't. *lowers her voice as well* besides which, look at it this way. you're
saying that these people are doing something unnatural, right? that simply isn't
the case. every single kind of animal, including those that form monogamous
pairs, has those who do the homo thing. all of them. that happens in nature, so
it can't be unnatural. and no, they are sick, or twisted. that's just the way
they are. in any case, though--forcing anyone to act against his or her nature
is wrong. take me, for example. i will not breed. why? i hate kids more than
anything else i cna think of. hate them, despise them, would rather kill them
all except for a few shoved into some camp way the fuck away from me until
they're old enough to start showing something like sense. which means that your
little buddies aren't going to like me, either. *arches her brow* but am i weak?
no. i'm probably one of the strongest women in this city.
Surly: the fight isn't where the bullying
comes in. the bullying comes in when you go after people who are simply not up
to your level of physical prowess and beat the shit out of them or worse. they
want to beat sense into these people? meet them one on one, and send people
against them who ARE at their level. not gang up on someone who doesn't have the
necessary skills of defense with a bunch of people who DO have those skills, and
then gang bang them.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her expression hardens,
going somewhat cold. Whether it has to do with Surly's stating that she doesn't
believe that Garou are human, the anthropological argument, or her denial of her
duty, hard to say. Certainly at least part of that last. "Denial and delusion is
not strength, Miss Surly. And you have both in spades. Whatever happened to you
that made you hate children so...it has made you far weaker then you would
believe. Physical strength is worthless among our kind, Miss Surly. And physical
strength is all that you are." She smirks a little. "Unlike you, my strength is
far greater. It is conviction. It is in an idea. And an idea cannot be
killed...cannot be stopped. Nothing can destroy an idea...an idea cannot die.
Physical strength gives out, Miss Surly. Physical strength can be killed.
Consider that."
Surly: *laughs* Annika, i know perfectly well
that i'm not going to die of old age. i'm comfortable with the fact that i'm
centered around the physical, and my convictions are as strong as yours. i know
exactly what i am meant for--and it has nothing to do with crotch droppings. i
do notice you didn't comment on the nature of bullying, though. *a smirk* i
wonder if that's a case of agreement by silence? something you're good at, since
you support rape with your actions. *shakes her head at the girl* pity, though.
you could have been something to be proud of.
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smirks a little
bit. "One person's bullying is another person's superior numbers in a war.
Because make no mistake...a war this is. Continue in your delusion...continue to
believe that you can deny the truth. Those traits make you far weaker then
anything you could possibly believe me of." She smirks. "Pity, though. You as
well could have been something to be proud off." She turns to go without
farewell.
Surly: *laughs again* the real difference
between us is that all you have is an accident of birth. without that, you'd be
useless. i have skills, other than parting my legs and squirting out an alien,
that make me worthwhile. *and she heads off herself, still chuckling at the
girl*
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses and looks
over her shoulder...not giving Surly the dignity of turning to face her.
"Believe that if you wish. Look at me and see nothing more then a constant
mother-to-be. It is exactly that blindness which cripples you people, and will
be the death of you all." She shakes her head and starts to leave once more.
Surly: *just laughs, shaking her head as she
goes. doesn't sound like she believes Annika*
Annika Brandt [PB 5]: And off out of the
park she goes. Head held high.
Surly: *she chooses to exit a different way,
of course*