Not a walk in the park (Anastasia)

The girl's smile at the topic made it easy to guess that fighting was something she enjoyed, and Eun-Yul wondered how much of it was practiced only within classes and how many actual fights Anastasia had been in outside of arranged matches.  Sambo wasn't a fighting style Eun-Yul was familiar with, but any form of disciplined fighting wasn't really something she was too knowledgeable about.  Generally she only cared about things that applied directly to her, and while Eun-Yul had been in her own fair share of fights in the girl's bathroom at school, away from CCTV and the intervention of teachers, those fights never conformed to any sort of style or sets of rules.  Just brutality, scratching and hair pulling and whatever flesh she could sink her teeth into.  Unfortunately those fights were rarely numbered in her favour, but fortunately there was only so far any of them were willing to go.

Cracking bone never really factored into it, and Eun-Yul's eyes widened with no attempts at concealing her fascination.  "Have you?" she asked in an eager whisper, "Crack of the bone?"  Always one of her favourite sounds when breaking open the ribs on an animal she prepared for dissection.  It'd probably be a bit too much to ask the girl for a demonstration, knowing the only one around for the example was herself.  She didn't know how health insurance in America worked, but had heard it was horrendously expensive.  Broken bones weren't something she wanted to explain to her aunt, so she'd refrain from volunteering... as compelling an idea it was.

A small frown of disappointment at the girl's admission that her bone-breaking ability was only theoretical, Eun-Yul's gaze drifted toward the sky to follow the path of birds flying overhead.  Nineteen, she guessed, but the birds were flying too swiftly to get much more an accurate count. And then her brow wrinkled, trying to remember if such a detail mattered. It didn't.

Most of the clarification washed over her, heard but unprocessed information about tournaments and being slow.  For her own curiosity, it hardly mattered how efficient bone breaking actually was or how acceptable it was in fights.  Maybe it was practical, but sounded a bit boring.

"This one," she motioned across her collar, eyes still focused upward despite the distraction of birds being long gone.  "Is break easy."  She mimicked the sound of snapping bone with familiarity.  "Neck too, it's very fast way for mouse," she added informatively, not much thought into whether the girl cared to know about her preferred method of the death of mice.

Eun-Yul was plenty aware that most people did not want to talk to her, had enough experience of being outright ignored by the entirety of her class even if to only ask to borrow a pencil.  But the topic of death had always been commonly reoccurring amongst her peers that it was difficult to imagine somebody finding that so off-putting, would claim that most people simply didn't want to talk about it. Maybe Russians were less accepting of their own mortality.

Despite the nation's growing problem of suicide especially amongst those in her age range, death was mostly treated as a joke and violent threats or actions rarely drew much attention or concern.  They had no school counselors to be concerned whether any of them had the makings of a serial killer, the issue of mental health widely ignored. 

She never found her own actions particularly cruel, just a curiosity and an appreciation of the aesthetics.  The sounds, the colours, the way everything could be unraveled and taken apart but never really put back together again.  Things she strove to capture in brush strokes and smears of charcoal.  "Not you," she observed simply, rolling the dirtied glass jar between her palms.  "You're not scared.  And you talk.  I think you like."  In all honesty, she doubted the girl actually liked her.