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"I’ve been all over half the country and I can tell you it’s filled with both boring people and interesting ones. I’m going to guess that it’s the same everywhere. По крайней мере, существует виски."

Renata heard the announcement and Renata scoffed. "Fuck this," she said, her Russian accent coming out more than it usually did. "I'm leaving this place." She stood up and quickly left the ballroom. She didn't have anyone here she truly cared for. Hell, Renata didn't even care for herself. She was going to find somewhere to sit so she could drink her whiskey and watch the American government blow stuff up.

He glanced at the whiskey and took a quick sip. “Thanks,” he replied, “if you think it’s going to be so boring, why are you here?”

She shrugged. "I do not know. I thought it would be better than staying at home and staring at the moving box again. I do not like America. I... would like to go back to Russia if I could."

Yuriy didn’t have nice things to wear so he’d found some money for the laundromat and simply tossed the least torn thing he owned inside. It had come out alright. Once he arrived, he hovered around, hoping to spot someone he knew. It was then he found Renata. “A drink would be nice, but getting drunk is a bit hard.”

#yuriy #ignore text #translation: boring as fuck

Renata motioned to the whiskey beside her and took a drag of her cigarette. Never before had Renata offered anyone a drink of her alcohol... but Yuriy was a friend, right? "This is going to be скучно , как трахаются."

Renata sat on a bench in the corner of the room, her short dress revealing scraped and bruised legs. She had gotten into a fight this morning with someone on the street, no different than any other day. A bottle of whiskey was beside her on the bench and a cigarette, that probably wasn't just tobacco, sitting delicately between her lips. Noticing the arrival of someone she looked up at them, raised an eyebrow and then spoke. "Did you want something?"

#ashworthdance

"Valid. I wish I’d been there to see it, bet the whole place started laughing. Next time you go out, I’m coming."

"That is if you can hold your alcohol. I do not waste time with weaklings."

"Sore losers, aren’t we?" He replied, laughing, "can’t say I’m surprised. Drink a a grown man under the table, he suddenly turns into a toddler."

"It was very funny. He tried to tell me he won because he was a man. I kicked him in the penis parts."

"You could win a lot of bar bets with your liver. Extra cash is ever bad."

"I do that a lot. I got kicked out of a bar last week because I won too many times," she scoffed, "Americans."

"They’re running you home. Can’t keep everyone watered 24/7. очень жаль

"I do not understand this country. Weak people everywhere."

"What do you mean the bar is closed at 10am?"

#aw starter

Call me names and now you want some? Why should I give you any? Это мое.

Because we are friends, I think. And I because you are not going to have it all.

I told myself I wouldn’t do this again, but…

At least share if you are going to be a baby, залупа.

Arrival

"Occasionally," he replied, grinning at her, "At least mentally. Physically, I tend to stay the same. Age shifting would be a pretty useless power anyway, wouldn’t it?" Something like age shifting wouldn’t be of much use if one ever needed to defend themselves which, in this world, was bound to happen sooner or later. Jake’s power was also kind of rubbish for offensive purposes. No attack power whatsoever.

He looked up when she offered to teach him a phrase in russian and listened intently when the unfamiliar words rolled off her tongue. He opened his mouth to try and imitate it but forgot halfway through what she’d said and had to wing it with the last of the words, suspecting it probably resulted in him saying a bunch of nonsense.

"Easy to say, my ass," he told her, shaking his head, "Again, repeat it."

Renata rolled her eyes and said it once more. "Я сломаю твою задницу и выколоть глаза." She then proceeded to sound it out. "It is like this: Ya slomayu tvoyu zadnitsu i vykolo' glaza, ya slomayu tvoyu zadnitsu i vykolot glaza. Now, your turn," she said, smirking at Jake. He probably wouldn't get it, and Renata really wanted to laugh at him. But, a little part of her wanted him to at least get half of it right. Renata was turning soft, it seemed.

#ignore text #para: jake

Arrival

"Maybe you can teach me some naughty words in russian then? I’ve been planning on spicing up my vocabulary," he said. The more they spoke the more he actually found himself looking forward to the fight. That was dangerous territory.

It’s just the fight, he assured himself. He’d been itching to fight for days now, anything to get rid of some of that pent up energy. At this point, he didn’t even care if he won or not. Sometimes, getting the shit kicked out of you could be oddly satisfying. At least this time he’d have something pleasant to look at while it happened.

"We’ll see if I can match his recovery speed then," he said with a shrug and looked around. No, this wasn’t home for him either. But then again, nowhere was.

#para: jake #i'm so sorry this is so late

"Naughty words?" Renata said, a smirk playing on her face, "What are you? Twelve?" She sniggered, looking up at him. They were almost there now. A faint feeling of sadness passed through the Russian brunette. She had enjoyed his company. He was interesting and Renata liked that.

"I shall teach you a phrase," she finally said, "It can be used for anything. Я вырву твою задницу и выколоть глаза. It means 'I'll rip your ass and poke out your eyes.' It is very easy to say."

Arrival

Jake chuckled when she stuck her tongue out at him.

"But Renata, the smack talking is half the fun," he said with a wink. It was true. Especially when he managed to hit the right buttons with his words. "I’m sorry to have to say it but your father might have been missing out on one of the big perks here. Annoying the shit out of people."

He nodded in agreement. She was right, there were a shitload of different powers, Jake wasn’t sure if it was worth making a mental list over them or if he should just assume that everything was possible and take it from there.

"You’re brother could heal too?" he asked and then nodded again, "Yeah, born in Louisiana but I’ve moved around a lot, been practically all over the states. How long have you been here?"

"We did not learn to fight for fun. It was to protect ourselves. Do not worry, we did talk a lot of shit during the fight," she laughed, brushing her brown locks over her shoulder. She had been scolded by her father lots of times for talking shit during a fight, but it was just too fun to have someone down and to torture them even more with words.

"It was something like that, yes. Alexi could bounce back much quicker than others," she said, "I have been here only a couple of months. It is not that bad, I suppose, but it is not home." she shrugged.

#para: jake

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She said it would make me better.

Lies.

Arrival

Jake nodded as she spoke. In a way, his father had taught him too, just in a different way than the one Renata spoke of. He didn’t tell her this, though. It might lead to questions he was not at all ready to answer and the conversation they currently had going on wasn’t unbearable so why change that?

He drew in a breath and pretended to look worried.

"Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t fight then. I’d hate to ruin that stellar winning streak of yours. Just let me know if you wanna back out. Quite while you’re on top, so to speak," he said, hiding his grin. He wanted to see how she responded to a bit of taunting. Part of him wanted her to get riled up but another part hoped she wouldn’t fall for it.

"Depends on the injury. Cuts and bruises heal quick, broken bones heal as soon as they’re set right. Limbs lost take a little longer and headshots leave you unconscious for…well, too long if you’re in a fight, not long enough if it was intentional. I can make a longer list if you want but I’d rather not, if you don’t mind." he said, chewing on his lower lip and turning away to look where they were heading.