tank_rockarms | #59 - Some "Private" Messages and maybe some action

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["Private" Level 1 to Green]
The other day Slowpoke's eyes glowed all rainbow colors and he made another pokemon guy glow purple and, like, pass out. What the heck did he do?
[/end Private to Green]

["Private" Level 1 to Sasha]
You want to do somethin' on Thursday like uh... do somethin' you want to do. With me? A movie or whatever. Or you can help me work out or, I don't know.
[/ end Private to Sasha]

::And then Max went to Char's room and knocked on the door.::

[Second "Private" Level 1 Message to Green]
I promised Bulba I wouldn't knock Char's block off. But Char got me angry and tried to set me on fire. So I punched him a few times. And he bit and burned my arm. Figured you'd want to know.
[/end Private to Green]

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From:

blazinglizard.livejournal.com

[Nuts to your punches, Char has ~fighting instincts~. Also he has no brains left to be damaged by repeated blows to the head. He's not letting go. He can, however, breathe fire while he bites (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Fire_Fang_%28move%29). Allow him to demonstrate. It is pretty cool.]

From:

rivalsweetscent

[No everything was stupid. This included Bulba, who decided it was an absolutely peachy idea to get involved before one or the other ended up dead or dying. So there was a [relative] shorty manhandling himself between the both of their stomachs because he couldn't do anything productive about arms and necks without climbing up on them and this was such a bad idea.]

BOTH OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF.

[Bulba this was not effective what were you doing.]

From:

tank-rockarms.livejournal.com

::Max froze in the middle of delivering a third righteous punch to Char's stupid face::

::And he let go of Char's long, girlish neck::

From:

blazinglizard.livejournal.com

[Char let go and stumbled back, cradling his aching head. I hope you did not grip his long, girlish neck too hard, Max. That is the sort of hickey that is just awkward to explain to anyone.

Oh. And speaking of awkward. Bulba is here. Hello, Bulba.]

From:

rivalsweetscent

[Hello.

Bulba was not a happy camper. This was not a happy face. This was a very angry face. He kept his glare on Max for the moment, because hello awkward city behind him.]

.... You should go to the nurse.

Edited Date: 2011-02-05 08:14 am (UTC)

From:

tank-rockarms.livejournal.com

::Max look down at his bitten forearm. Oh look, the flames cauterized the wounds. Uh. Thanks? This is probably going to leave a scar. Once he could grow some new skin.::

I've had worse.

From:

blazinglizard.livejournal.com

[Char, meanwhile, is quite fed up with this shit. It is very easy to take his anger at Max and spread it over to Bulba too, as Bulba was the one who went and told Max he was gay first and Bulba was the one who probably ran crying to Max about what a stupid jerk Char was and hell, Bulba probably told Max to go over and tell Char he was a stupid jerk too. Hooray for scapegoating!

So Char's just gonna try to shut the door again, saying nothing more to Bulba than:]

You're in the way.

From:

rivalsweetscent

[There was a minute flinch on Bulba's end. Bulba almost looked over at Char but then he stopped, not quite able to actually do it.] He wasn't supposed to do that.

[... But no, Char probably didn't care about whatever he had to say. Why was he even trying to say anything. Bulba shook his head then, finally turning to look at him. The anger at Max had softened for him, leaving a lot of... nothing. It wasn't really sadness, or disappointment, or... really anything. It shifted visibly to worry for a brief moment, but he looked away before he let himself tell him to see someone too. Why would he listen if he was the one saying it?]

Sorry. I'll get out of your way.

[Bulba gave another look at Max.] Leave him alone.

[Then left the door frame to simply walk back to his room.]

From:

tank-rockarms.livejournal.com

::Max was white-hot seething rage Max. And if he opened his mouth, things would come out. Things would come out that would almost certainly result in more punching and biting.::

::So he ground his teeth and didn't say anything; he just breathed through his nostrils heavily. He was still all full of adrenaline and vinegar, and the pain in his arm was still deadened by the rush.::

::Max took three steps backwards, through the doorway, not turning around, keeping his eyes directly on Char::

::His eyes said: ~~'Oh Char, I love you, you love me, why are we doing this to each other!?!?'~~ 'You've got weightlifting practice tomorrow, you dick.'::