Look Mummy! 8 Meters!

Rules were meant to be broken weren't they? South pondered this axiom as he sat in stair-well, pondering the wisdom of the statement. The location was usually a fairly large factor when committing mischief, as most juvenile and domestic acts happened when a child when somewhere or did something that involved going somewhere to commit the act that had been forbidden by one of the parents. Maybe both.
In this case, the closest thing he had to a parent figure was his land lady, and she had apparently forbidden him from entering the eight floor. However, she had also said that everything she had mentioned earlier was incorrect. So maybe her opinion on his presence in a area that seemed to be fairly sacrosanct would also have been revoked? Doubtful, that contradiction had probably been aimed at her statement about eating cats, dogs and pretty much anything that disturbed her. Still, if she found an issue with him on it, he'd always be able to put it down to the mentioned reason. Summoning up whatever emotion that contradicted its opposite hormonal response to the environment, South mentally pushed himself forwards, forcing his legs to make their way across the slope upwards, unconsciously accounting for the steps that made the surface traversable. Wrapping his hand around the brass metal of the doorknob, South twisted, the friction between his skin and the metal allowing the bold that was held in place by the door frame and the various locking mechanisms within it. Once it cleared the multiple obstacles halting it's natural inclination to swing inwards, South assisted that metallic urge with his own intent, one hand pushing open the door.
Now standing within a corridor that looked much the same as the rest of the place, aside from the odd crater in the floor and walls. Thinking back to her incident with the phone at the beginning of his stay, he decided that it probably wouldn't be all that odd. Breathing in and out in what could be interpreted as a sigh, South chose a random door, and repeated his earlier actions. And stepped into whatever room was closest to the entry/exit door.

Emelie was training on a punching bag, throwing kicks, she had to concentrate on her power for if she kicked too hard she’d break the chain and send the bag flying. The room had lots of equipment from a male training doll to a rack of bench press weight which totaled in 1,000 pounds on the bar and a leg squat of 3,000 pounds. She felt proud as after the talk with a nice man on the street, she’d learned about the NSAPD and decide she was going to join the party the next day. Now you might be asking, what’s wrong with her? She knew knowing about history and things like that before but now she knows even less. After losing her memory she began to hear all kinds of idea. She even was paying to get all the broken things around the house fixed. The old Emelie would say things like “it makes the rooms look homey and scares people away as a bonus” After the fight with Tara she’d headed to the city and a doctor informed her of who she was and where to go. Also giving her a couple of drugs to help, she had many new thoughts of late about the world. It was so new and exciting. She heard a crack coming from the door, she was in mid kick and this broke her concentration. She kicked with almost full force sending the punching bag straight at the door. This of course was not on purpose; she yelped a little bit as she realized what she just did. “Ops, I didn’t mean to kick that hard, nor send the poor bag at the door and at you.” She worried in thought. She quickly ran over to the man, “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to hit you! Gosh darn it! Is there anything I can do for you? God, I am such an idiot.” She grabbed the man’s arm and hosted him up. She then quickly realized she was only in her pink sports bra and yoga shorts, she quickly covered up herself with her hands covering her tits and groin. “GET OUT NOW, NOW NOW!” she yelled. She started to scream and quickly ran out of the room scooting past him in the door way. Her hand stopped the sexual contact from her passing by him. She took a sharp left down the hallway crying. Opened the door to her bedroom, while jumping on the bed and forgetting to close the door and lock it. Her room was recently painted in pink there was a dresser with makeup and all kinds of things on top. She also had a few trash bags to the right of the door full of her old clothes and other items which would included mostly dildos. She sat face down with her arms crossed crying and her legs up in the air on the large pink bed with multiple fluffy pillows.

'Ouch.'
This was the single mental reflection on having something that weighted what felt like an unholy amount- slam back into the door and sent him sprawling backwards. However, it was also accompanied by what sounded like the noise of a diaphragm expanding and contracting repeatedly, and not in a way that represented amusement at something that appealed to the person creating the noise that evidently signalled a feeling of distress. Pushing himself to more vertically disposed alignment, South committed to the movement in time to make his way towards the doorway only to be forced to move away again in one form of panic or another. You see, when previous experience dictates that someone can easily deal vast amounts of damage, and in that same vein of knowledge, that particular female is inclinded to violent outbursts and a more or less destructive following- when you see that same person charging towards you...well, you generally get out the way. This was exactly what South then did, barely dodging the incoming form of Emeile. Aside from the fact that dodging usually means vacating the space in which something was about to collide with you. Truth be told, South could have simply remained stock still, and never had bothered to twitch one of the many underlying muscles, he wouldn't have even suffered a physical contact beyond the wind that the female had stirred up by running through the atmosphere which was comprised of a variety of compounds, oxygen, hydrogen and so on.
So it was a surprised South when he saw the shapely rear and streaming hair of his Land Lady running past his prone position, leaving behind a rather sad series of sobs.
These were momentarily cut off by a door slamming shut, then muffled as the vibration of the air competed to get out of the restricted space. Unfortunately they weren't enough to disguise that absentee seat that belonged to the clicking of a lock. Being the naturally curious person he was (he'd come up here after all), South proceeded to make his way over to the unlocked door, carefully disregarding any sounds that might deter a less ornery male.
Entering the room, South took in the various phallic replacements, the over-bearing pink spectrum of light that filled the room, various others obstacles that could be placed between himself and a angry woman with super strength.
Deciding to go back to basics, South fiddled with one edge of his jacket, the other scratching the back of his head as he pulled up some more courage.
"....Miss.." He sighed, not now! "Emelie, you haven't given me the shopping list for this week, and we'll need it sooner rather then later. I'd prefer to get it over and done with in the same manner as well."

She heard the man walk upon her, “Please just get out, Okay.” She said. “I don’t even know what you are talking about! I SAID GET OUT!” she screamed. Her face started to get red and she became more and more embarrassed by the man standing over her in what clothes she was in. This made her feel extremely vulnerable and without have yet understanding how her body worked, it itself formed its own will and enacted to protect the mind with inside her. She stood atop the bed and she slightly turned her head behind her looking at South with a deviously look. She took one step backwards placing her foot at an angle on the edge of the bed and swung herself into midair doing a back flip. She would bring her leg down atop the man’s head. Her body planed as if it missed to follow up a kick towards his side. After the moves were performed she stopped in shock, with tears still rising from her eyes, “Sorry” she said. She flinched in expecting a punch or something and would take it, her knees knocked together and her hands came together at a sorry attempt to protect her face. The poor girl need a fight although as herself had not mastered her own body making her weak, she need to understand it, this is way she has been practicing so hard. She never wanted to kill again she wanted to protect the weak and innocent in anyways she could.

—Name: Built In Muscles!
—Rank: C
—Power: Super Human Fighter
—Description: Due to her ability as a natural born fighter she has reflexes that kick in. Allowing her to dodge and fight back with any foe, as if her muscles have decades of intense martial arts training. This also give her a boost in strength, not super human but extremely powerful enough to lift 1,200!

—Name: Chinese Kenpo
—Specialty: Physical Prowess
—Rank: C
—Description: She has achieved a black belt in Kenpo allowing for more accurate strikes and fighting in combat. This allows for more flexibility among other things.

When a woman looks at you with a devious look, you back the hell away unless you're chasing some fine ass. Which South wasn't in this case, but he was still going to back-pedal like mad. Simply because having lived with her for the period of time he had, well, it typically gave some indication of what moods they could be in. So South simply backed up his own ass like crazy, removing his personage from the space that was promptly attack with the ferocity of a beast. A wild tiger maybe. The sad thing here was that South was still removing himself from the mindset of a fellow creature. So when her foot whipped around to clip him in the jaw, his own reaction was pretty much instantaneous, his counteract was just as rapid as her initial movement, if a little sloppier in the execution.
His fist balled up, making sure to tuck the thumb into the small containment zone provided by his foremost digits. His knuckles flashed around as he smoothly exhaled in time with the punch, the blow aimed to nail her straight in the mouth, but at the last half second, it instead changed course to slam into her earlobe, a blow which was more painful then dealing any actual damage. Or maybe it was because her hand had moved in front of her face to protect the more damaging areas.
South twirled around and stalked towards the door, his face that could be briefly glimpsed was a lot more then just a little pissed off.
DAMN WOMEN AND THEIR DAMN TEMPERAMENTAL NATURES!
Spinning around, South sent a deathly glare in her direction. If she damn well wanted to fight he'd be all to happy to give it too her.

“I'm so sorry I didn't mean to please don't hit me it was an accident.” Emelie yelped. She tightened her jaw preparing for a fist to come smashing down upon her. Which it would, the fist was already on the way and there's nothing that man could do to alter its course. Emily would be smacked directly into the face, her entire body slid across the floor slain directly into the bags of trash. She stood up crying in an anger, she yelled at him and began to get serious. Once again your body decided to take in a little action of her own, but this time should be going with full force and not holding back. Her body had already gotten a taste of his movements and it seemed like he really didn't have much offer. She would spread forward from the left and reach out her left leg in attempt to trick them. And while he was off balance slammed his face directly into the nearby wall this of course which was covered by the open door. If you could successfully smashes head into the door. She would easily be able to smash them into the wall and cause severe damage to the man. This could even break a few legs or arm bones, and if she use enough force she could most likely crushes this skull. Not killing him with doing quite a bit of damage. After realizing she'd made another tack she quickly began to cry and said “no I didn't mean to please please I am so sorry I don't know what's happening”

Something both miraculous and fascinating had began the moment Emeline's foot had connected with South's chin, his internal functions gearing up to deal with the threat in the way it new best. To struggle, survive and adapt. These effects had merely been set in motion by the first blow, and would now manifest as she moved forward once again, and forcefully slammed his head against the door frame. However this didn't go entirely as planned, as during the collision, the reverberations from the clash of wood and flesh- it seemed to appear that his entire body shook loose from the impact, looping out into long coils of some flesh like ribbons. These then of course seemingly sat still for a moment, he had been slightly stunned by the impact after all, but then it turned on her with the might of providence, the long coils firing upwards, and around here, the long loops seemingly intent to dealing her damage in the same manner as a boa constrictor, except ten times thinner.
It proceeded by pulling her mammary glands together in an abusive grip, the coils reaching for her neck-lightly constricting, a few attempting to combat her hands by immobilisation of her shoulder and elbow joints. There was a running convener belt grinding into her ground, and still yet more coils slid into the sheer garments she wore, covering and touching everything. South did fight dirty after all. And now after she had been properly distracted, two tendrils latched onto a bed posts, and reeled her towards it. Legs first, the intent being to trip her over and provide some grinding action to the front of her body.

Spoiler:

Emelie was wondering what was going on, things began to slip and move all up her body. She felt extremely violated and was very unsure of what just happened. The squeezing push all around her body. She began to feel dizzy, as being caught off guard she had now been being done with in whatever way South had planned. She felt distrubed at first. Wasn't really sure what was going on or what was said. She was complelty caught off guard. Her body slowly began to become limp and she could see lights flashing as something wrapped around her neck. Her body began to feel weird as if something was crawling all over it, as she could speak before she passed out. "I love you......" which mad no sense in the wrap of things, was see really that emtionally open and accepting of someone that quick. Or was it something that had just slipped from her mouth and not thinking in this moment of her starting to pass out. Who knows, South would need to investigate further to understand what this was about or why she'd tell South she loved her. Was she thinking about something else, no or yes? This was quite unclear, finally her entire body went limp and she began to pass out.

Exit: Do what you want South >.>