Clear my head.

Marsh caught her wrists, and refastened her bikini top.
"No," he said softly. "I can't, Sienna. I'll hurt you."

Sienna shook her head, "please...show me that I'm capable of being loved..." she whispered, leaning forwards and kissing him.

Marshall kissed ehr back, being careful not to touch her.

Sienna moved his hands, placing them on her body.

Marshall pulled away gently and pulled away his hands.
"No, Sienna. I'm not going to hurt you."

(OOC: oa?)

(OOC: i've repped to all)

"You won't hurt me..." Sienna said, then a realization struck her. "Don't you want me? Is that it?"

"I don't want you like this," Marsh said. "I don;t want to hurt you. I want to hurt whoever did this to you... plus the revelation you're sleeping around didn't do much for me either."

Sienna looked hurt. "You never showed any indication of properly wanting to be with me! I still have a blue tie, Marshall! I'm allowed to have relationships without feeling guilt!" Sienna went over to the ladder, as she got out all her other bruises were visible.

Marshall just jumped out the side of the pool easily.
"Oh, I take it you've never heard the word monogamy then? Or the word moral? Just because you haven't changed your tie doesn't mean you can't still be with one person. You know what? Maybe I should give up on you and let you get so beat up that you die, never having been in love. How does that sound to you, Sienna?"

"IT SOUNDS GOOD!" Sienna screamed, tears streaking her face.

Marshall was shaking with anger.
"Tell me his name, Sienna."

Sienna looked upwards. "He'll only hunt me down, Marshall..." she turned away, grabbing her towel. "Peter...Peter Owen..."

"Are you lying?" he asked, grabbing hsi own towel and watching her.

"No...you should know him...he's in some of your classes..."

"That's the thing. I want to make sure I murder the right guy," Marshall said, going to get changed.

Sienna collapsed, eyes wide. Marshall couldn't, could he?

Marshall went to Peter's room, and knocked, one hand still bvehind his back. he was changed, his hair damp.

Peter answered. "Yeah?"

Meanwhile another of Sienna's boys found her.

"Hey Pete, can I come in?" he asked. "I want the low-down on this new girl of yours."

Peter frowned. "Which one?"

Sienna's body was then taken by this other boy and he made love to it like it was his.

"Think her name's Sienna... the Scottish one," Marsh said, and then laughed. "What about these other conquests of yours, then?"

"Sienna's just a good f*ck, she's willing to do what I want...she's nothing more...as for the others, I hardly know their names."

"Conquests indeed," Marshall mused, removing the hand from ebhidn his back. Encased in a boxing glove. And he punched Peter hard in the jaw.

Peter fought back. He was a big guy. Very big. Muscles everywhere.

Marshall was smaller, looking apparently scrawny but with more speed and intelligence than Peter. He could dodge attacks much better, and seemed more capable of ignoring pain.