<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5fYgOw5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Hrithik, Semi-open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Post-concert wind down, blood and violence.<br/><hr/>Poor Donny... He honestly had no idea what had been coming to him, had he? Then again, he should had heeded their warnings. When he'd been told that Dara didn't respond well to be touched it wasn't meant to be a challenge, nor was it supposed to goad him into pushing at her limits - but some people had this weird tendency of taking it that way, didn't they? You tell them they can't do something and then suddenly they feel they<i>have</i>to do it, and as much as possible. Tell them not to press the red button and after that all they could think about was 'what would happen if I pressed that button?' Then it'd just eat at them and eat at them until they satisfied that curiosity one way or another. It was the curse of humanity - curiosity. Intelligence wasn't exactly inherent - After all, they could have just asked in the long run, right?<br/><br/>By the time Hrithik managed to pull Dara from Donny, the poor guy's lip had been busted open too. She fought against Hrithik's grasp like a thrashing feline trying to escape a bath - except this was decidedly less humorous in comparison. She wasn't in a fit of rage - her breath was ragged and wheezed with panic while her eyes were feral and wide with alarm. Her arms swung, wrenched and twisted against him before he finally managed to pull her back against him and trap them over her own abdomen, but that didn't cease her struggle.<br/><br/>The second the good Doctor dragged Dara off of him, Donny clumsily scuttled away until his back hit the wall several feet behind him - eyes just as wide and frightened as Dara's, except they were confused as well. He was absolutely dumbfounded, and even as he clutched his bloody nose in one hand he hadn't even managed to process what had just happened enough to actually be mad about it. Sam, on the other hand - She was more than a little pissed off over this whole thing. However, this was<i>Sam</i>. It wasn't long before she made it back to her feet and while Hrithik was busy trying to restrain Dara, Sam crossed the room to crouch beside Donny - so she could promptly slap him upside the head before rather roughly tending to his injuries. "Hold still, you great fuckin' tard." She grumbled at him, ignoring the way he cried out as she swatted his hand away from his nose. "Can someone get Reese!" She called towards the door, prompting one of the stunned stage hands to run off.<br/><br/>"<i><b>LET GO</b></i>" Dara half roared at first. She even thrashed and kicked her legs, trying to tangle them up with his and use them in<i>some</i>way or another to gain the upper-hand and free herself, but with little luck. It wasn't until she started to realized that Hrithik's restraining hold had effectively detained her that the anxiety finally outweighed the adrenaline induced rage and<i>panic</i>began to take over. "L-let go! LET GO!" The pitch of her voice hitched and her breath became just as suddenly erratic and uncoordinated as her escape attempts were growing. Tears sprung from her eyes without her consent, and what had originally been an almost indignant demand was now a quickly repeated<i>plea</i>. "Get off! Let go, Let go!" Her world was warping around her, she felt like she was being stifled and suffocated - like hundreds of pounds of thick cashmere had been wrapped around her. "I-I can't-- I c-an't brea--.."