Tokyo is Gorgeous on Winter Evenings

The eye twitching thing was weird. Very weird. Japan was full of so many "colorful" folks, and it appeared that everyone was more interesting than the last. And she had just happened upon the most interesting woman in all of Japan. The woman was now growling and coming at her, and Jessica was making herself ready for whatever was going to happen next. Her eyes flitted to the snow on the ground, and then back up. The first few steps were slow ones, and then she started barreling towards her.

The Violent Violet had to make a lot of decisions, and she did not have the luxury of time. This woman was clearly angling to hit her with the fucking doll, and Jessica recognized that a blow with that to the head would leave her unconscious on the snow, which was not a great place to be. Jessica also knew that this woman had the flexibility and power to come at her from nearly any direction. A few steps back bought her a few more seconds, but it was obvious that the window of opportunity, for both of them, was going to slam shut in a second.

Then, Seren came. Jessica made her choice. She threw her hands up to protect herself from the doll, which provided no solace from the kick. A hard strike caused the entire side of her body to light up in pain, and Jessica grunted. The grimace on her face showed this woman exactly how much pain she was feeling.

Then down came the doll. Her strong hands prevented a straight knockout, for what little good that did. It occurred to her that she ought to feel a bit bad, for toying with this woman. She was not Marilyn Monroe. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, it appeared. At the beginning of the evening, all she had to do was to keep jogging. But that was not her. The sheer momentum of the blow meant that Jessica was seated. She soon fell all the way down, and was now looking up at her rival.

And that was not a good place to be.

Her leg sunk deep into Jessica's side, that perfect spot where no pesky bones could halt the advance of her violent encroachment of the woman's insides. In her mind they strained from the blow, squeezed to literal bursting from within the confined of the woman's figure. There was no screams to be had, the violet haired woman had let slip so little of her singing voice this evening throughout their exchange. Marilyn Monroe indeed.

Over her head Baby twirled, let along by Seren who was the dolls one and only dance partner. Whatever guard the woman has mustered, the end result seemed to be the same. Their had been a sickening sound barely cushioned by layered clothing as the doll collided with the woman sending her to the ground. The impact was solid enough the doll maker felt it in her hands, rattled in her fingertips.

Seren stared down at Jessica, face cast in shadow as the lone park lamp illuminated her from behind, giving off a very unfitting aura of light around her figure. "You should have apologized... Bad girl. Very bad girl." Her breathing heavily swirled about her darkened face manifested into misty vapor as she began to chuckle softly. The laugh grew in size and focus, devolving to a manic cackle. She raised her arm high, presenting baby to the lamp's light. "Goodbye." Seren lifted a boot, trying to firmly plant it on Jessica's chest to hold the woman in place.

There was a finality to her tone as she reared back with the lethal plushie, preparing to end this little encounter, and possibly any others before they could happen again . Red right suddenly bathed both women, leaving Seren to pause before delivering her master stroke. The doll maker turned her head, squinting into the brought lights atop a car which had pulled up using the nearby paved bike path. Another pulled up just behind that. Four men in uniform filed out of their car, screaming into the night air at the two women. The native Japanese tongue might as well have been hieroglyphics to her. She had a rudimentary understanding, enough to know they were about to get arrested if they remained here.

She stepped back off of Jessica, lowering baby back to her side as she turned to stare on the direction of the slowly advancing officers. The one in front had his hands outstretched, empty, perhaps trying to reason with them? All of them appeared to be unarmed, save for one in the back brandishing a extendable baton. Her eyes flicked between each of the officers before glancing sidelong down the Jessica. Seren slowly reached back to tug her hood back up over her head.

Jessica was focused now. The boot was up. She managed to defray the worst of the impact, although it did land on her shoulder. The Violent Violet knew that it was not meant to humiliate, the way that Jessica would have done to Seren. No, it was meant to hold Jessica in place, and Jessica sure as hell was. She brought her arms up to defend herself, and pure determination in her eye. It was as if nothing else in the world existed. Jessica had to make herself ready for that damn toy of hers, and she had to do it awfully quick.

Then someone turned AFW's arena lights on them. She looked over at the cars, and then back at the woman standing over her. They were police officers, and she was paying attention to them. As she damn well should have. Had Jessica been in the other woman's position, she would have done exactly the same. The only thing was, Jessica was not in anyone's position other than her own, so she had to make the best decision for her.

Jessica had an opportunity to strike, so she struck. She aimed a punch at the back of Seren's knee, hoping that would hobble the woman and thus buy Jessica some time. A quick move up was only the first step for a quick move away, and Jessica was sprinting out of there as fast as her long legs could take her. The Violent Violet did not turn around, not even once. There was nothing back there for her.

She reckoned she had pretty good odds. After all, there was no way that they had called for backup yet. And besides, some of those policemen did not look like the fittest dudes she had ever seen.

Fleeing was an option, there were four officers but even with the heels of her boots, she was more than confident she could outpace any one of them. There was a risk they would give chase in the cars, but the forested area of the park was rather close. How committed were they to do something to either women if they simply dispersed? She wasn't sure. They seemed more frightened of them than either woman was of them though.

Jessica had other plans however, ones that needed a sacrificial lamb. Seren buckled forward as she was struck from behind, her leg giving out under the strike to put her down to one knee. Her eyes flared as she snapped her head to the side to see her foe making a run for it. It was unclear if she was more angered by the fact the purple haired woman had done it, or that she hadn't thought to do it first. Two of the officers yelled out, presumably ordering Jessica to stop before they gave chase after the woman.

Staggering to her feet, Seren ran too. Rather than taking off in the opposite direction however, she was running at the officers, specifically the ones that had attempted to chase down Jessica. With a shrill cry, their attention had been draw to the crazy woman charging them down. Lunging, she tackled one officer to the ground while his partner attempted to pry her off only to catch an elbow in the face. Seren gripped the man's jacket beneath hen, throttling him up and down against the ground.

The other two police officer closed in fast, the armed one cracked Seren across the back with his baton while the other two attempted to restrain the wild woman who was a tornado of wild strikes. The armed officer continued to strike her in the back and the head with his baton until they had managed to wrench her off, and pin her to the ground by kneeling on her arms, legs, and back. They took out a bit of frustration on the brazen gaijin by taking a few cheap shots at her while she was restrained before cuffing her hands behind her back.

An officer looped their arms with hers on either side, dragging the woman to her feet. She was laughing, head lowered as red droplets stained the snow beneath her. Jessica had been a lovely playmate. One she wished to see again some day. Making sure she escaped would give the doll maker a chance to see that happen again. She was pulled backwards towards the awaying cars, heels dragging in the snow as one of the officers picked up baby, giving the odd plushie a look, surprised by the weight.

Opening up the police car, Seren was roughly shoved into the back, the door slamming behind her. The four officers talked among one another, speaking into a radio as well. She pressed her forehead to the glass to stare at all of them, her heavy breathing fogging up the glass. Tonight had been an interesting evening… she supposed it was a bit overdue to see what holding cells were like in Japan.