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"i am a soldier. i have seen worse sights than this." olesya boystova: russian. american. spy. roleplay account for an independent, fandomless original character. please read the guidelines and about prior to interaction. est. 2/16/16 written by s.

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     “tight but loose at the same time?” she questioned, pulling a face, her nose scrunching up while she frowned, “how am i supposed to do that?” though it was easy to imagine someone she hated — her father was the first to come to mind. this time, there was a little more force behind her throw as she hurled the knife at the wall again. “better?”

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     “tight because the motions must be precise but loose so you can adapt.” she replied, “it takes time but you will get it.” olesya stepped back and watched as ella threw the knife. it was not perfect but better than her throw before. “you’re getting there.”

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“Old habits die hard,” she said, stiffly. She’d put work into her fighting, training in things they didn’t teach in the Red Room. But when instinct took over, she always went back to  what she’d learned as a child. 

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“Why are you here?” She asked in a  rather stern tone, stepping back from the woman. There had been no straight answer given and Olesya was not going to take any chances.

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       she scoffed, offended at the idea that she might hurt someone — even if it was probably true. “fine,” she sighed, stepping up and taking the knife from the other, going through the motion of throwing it probably like someone would pitch a baseball. it wasn’t even close to the finessed move the girl had done before her. “like this?”

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     “sort of. you are sloppy. you need to keep your body tight but loose.” she replied, gently pushing ella’s elbow in a little more. “imagine an ex or someone you hate. it fuels your strength and your throw.” olesya spoke. moving to the other end of the bar, she cleared the area and the dart board. and then she moved to the side. “throw.”

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             ‘ maybe. ’   the director’s lips press into a thin line, his hands almost moving out of instinct as he fixed the bandages in place. her reply doesn’t rattle him, it merely pokes at his curiosity and he only answers back once he’s done, kit closed and ready to be refilled.   ‘ on your own ? ’

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     ‘ i have to. don’t want anyone else to get wrapped up with them. ’ she replied rather quickly, moving her shirt back to it’s original position. olesya did prefer to work alone even though she now worked for an organization that preferred teams and partners.

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@dvamirac liked this !!

❛ — uhhh, are you LOST? ❜

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   ❝ what? don’t think a girl belongs in a FIGHT? ❞

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    “dude!” she exclaimed, jumping a little with surprise. though she still found it incredibly cool — of course she wanted to be able to pin strangers to a wall with a knife. who didn’t? “warn a girl, would you? i mean — i kinda figured the throw would be important when it comes to knife throwing, but, okay. how do i make sure the throw is perfect without cheating?”

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     then she turned serious, looking to ella. “have something to fight for. it helps bring accuracy to the throw. plus, muscular repetition.” she pulled out a knife and handed it to the other. “show me how you would throw it, but don’t actually throw it. don’t need you taking somebody’s eyeball out.”

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          [ Ｄｏｎ'ｔ  ｄｏ  ｔｈａｔ  ａｇａｉｎ. ]

          [ DON’T DO WHAT AGAIN? ]

          [ Ｔｈｅ  ｄａｍｓｅｌ  ｉｎ  ｄｉｓｔｒｅｓｓ  ｔｈｉｎｇ. ]

“ oh! cool. glad to meet you, olesya     i’m DEADPOOL, the merc with a    mouth.. or at least, used to be. you    see, i just recently joined too. buuut    i know most of these guys here already. ”

   Deadpool reached out a hand for her to shake. She sounded Russian. The flight accent, name.

          [ Ｄｏｎ'ｔ  ａｓｓｕｍｅ  ｔｈ- ]

“ you’re russian, aren’cha? ”

          [ -ｏｒ  ｄｏｎ'ｔ  ｌｉｓｔｅｎ  ｔｏ  ｍｅ. ]

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“the name gives it away.” she commented, reaching  out to take his hand in her own. olesya gave it a  small shake then dropped her grip away. “if it is  that obvious then i will need american name.” but  she knew no american name would have as much  meaning as the one her mom gave her. attention  turned to the merc- deadpool- at her side.

                “you talk lots.”

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“ why’s that? ” she keeps taking the flask, becoming a little attached to the vodka inside. she smiles brightly at olesya and nudges her with own boot- covered foot.“ is it because it’s easier  to run around everything without a big ol’ heavy purse? ”

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“exactly. can’t chase bad guy with  big purse.” she responded, taking  one final swig from the flask before  handing it off to her to finish. “you  should get you a pair of these.”

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 “Power ones? Do you mean Mutants?    - In which case, yeah I am. Our species is growing, so some friends of mine who track us say”

Her reaction was odd to him, but at least she wasn’t dishing out threats or hateful speech. He’d had enough of that, so he’d take this any day.

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    “What do you do?”

She questioned, genuinely curious about what powers he had. Everyone of them, so far, had different abilities and Olesya couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of limit on it. So far, the answer was no.

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“gotta say i find that a little hard to believe.” 

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    “then what would you believe?”

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      her lips quirked up into a grin, and ella slipped her hand into the others, shaking it in return. “ella eriksen,” she returned, wondering how much she could trust a complete stranger she’d met in a bar. ella might wind up with a knife stuck in her the way it’d been in the wall, but the chance that she might actually learn something about combat was worth the risk, so she shrugged and relaxed, open to the opportunity. “so when do we start?”

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     she thought for a moment before smirking. “how about now?” and then her knife reappeared in seconds and was thrown with the flick of her wrist, pinning a man’s shirt to the wall. “quit stealing people’s drinks.” olesya called to him before standing up to look at ella. “first thing’s first- the throw. if your throw is wrong then everything just falls to shit.”

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          ❝ Well, you’re out of LUCK. I don’t know where he is. ❞ That was a lie, she knew he’d be at the warehouse, probably working on the patients. Whoever this woman was DIDN’T need to know that. ❝ Are we done here? ❞

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     “we aren’t DONE until you tell me where your boss is.” she snapped, taking another step towards the woman. “not start talking. i’m losing my patience and quickly.”

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abby gives a genuine smile – a bright one that makes her feel good. she takes the flask and takes a sip, wincing slightly. she looks down at oleysa’s boots and furrowed her  brows. “you keep everything in those!”

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“every woman need good pair of boot.  purse not needed.” she replies with a  small smile of her own, taking the flask  back and taking another large swig.   there was no sign of a wince from  olesya. vodka was like water to her.

[charmingrelic]

there’s a distinctly russian name if he’s ever heard one. “mind explainin’ what you’re doing out here?”

[dvamirac-blog]

“just visiting america.”

             lie.

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          guess even when the ark CRASHED, it kept the notorious ARKER assumptions ; especially of the teenage criminals. annoyed sigh escapes him, turning to the speaker. drawled vocables match that of his face – while hands are held up       ( as to show nothing VILLAINOUS )                                     ❛ ❛  nothing that calls for a GUARD to come help me.  ❜ ❜

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               “you’re supposed to be inside.”

     she stepped further towards the male, her mind registering who he was. john murphy, one of the hundred who had been sent down to earth. the boy also had quite the reputation back on the ark, one all of the guards knew about.

[charmingrelic]

“— -you got a name?” 

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       “olesya.”

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i won’t be on until this evening. i have class all day and then a thing for sorority. i might get some things done in stats class but we’ll see. love you guys!