With whatever had happened probably over I walked on and then saw two more girls on the other side of the street dressed in identical outfits to the first one. These two were having a serious fight but eerily hadnt yet drawn the attention of the crowd on my side of the street the way the first girl had. They looked about 14 - not fully grown in height, with young girl hips, but full breasts. They had identical long blonde hair in flowing ringlets and builds as well as the skimpy flag outfits. They could have been sisters - twins even from across the street and they were really fighting. Holding on to each other and punching each other in the head for all they were worth. It was bizarre with the identical costumes and hairdos.
Superficially, it was more like a put on mud wrestling exhibition, except for the clear intent each had to hurt the other. Beneath the surface it looked like three close teenage friends had made sexy costumes together for the big fireworks night out and there had been a terrible falling out. Teenage girls often mirror each other this way I am told by a female friend who went to high school here in Perth and if they fall out the antipathy between the former friends was often strong vicious was the word she used and commonly ended in physical fighting in the girls lavatories. Another cultural difference the girls in my American high school were more well known for defaming each other on the girls room walls sometimes in bright red lipstick - than getting into fights.
In the shoving and struggling breasts came out of the halters and swung with the punches and kicks. Finally one of them got toppled over on her back - legs toward us, wide apart - underpants thoroughly exposed. Surprisingly they proved to be the maxi cotton variety not the briefs that would have been congruent with the rest of the outfit. Perhaps she was a more conservative suburban girl underneath that she first appeared. They also were a very ordinary aqua that certainly didnt match the true blue of the Australian flag further creating the impression she hadnt begun the evening expecting what was happening. This situation lasted for perhaps 10-15 seconds as the other girl held her down and alternately punched and choked her. Abruptly the girl with the aqua underpants broke loose and ran away barefoot down the street like a deer looking over her shoulder to see if her opponent was following and then cut across the street to the side I was on to lose herself in the crowd. You could see the fear of pursuit give way to the fear of being arrested as soon as she was away from the fight.
The winner walked the opposite way down to the corner where I had noticed the first girl and the person in the rabbit suit - swaggering with her shoulders exaggerated and her chest puffed out. As I walked to the train station I felt compassion for those girl's discovery that their humanness was neither what they thought it was nor what they had been told it was supposed to be. When I got to the train station there were upwards of fifty cops milling about. They had someone bailed up for an open bottle of beer.