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Post by dimanche on Nov 12, 2010 16:21:11 GMT -5
| [th][atrb=border,0,true] ( ooc: what a delight to my life <3 )
Elisaveta plodded down the dreary road, humming a light tune and trying vainly to ignore the buzzing, static emptiness in her headphones. Her hands were comfortably shoved in her jacket's pockets, her legs twiggy in comparison. She apprehensively prodded her Walkman, but only a spark and a chirp emitted from it. "Damn."
As it appeared, she soon had something more to whine about. Just as she turned her head to scan the treetops for Pokemon, a faceful of jizz white, sticky substance hit her full-on in the face. Elisaveta screamed bloody murder and wiped the quickly-congealing String Shot on her face, revealing a livid tomato.
"NRGHHHHHH." she roared, the look on her face enough to wet a grown man's pants. She trampled the ground underfoot with a few good stomps, surveying the area with an eerie practicality for the culprit.
"Who the hell just creamed me?!" Elisaveta snarled, gaze swiveling around to find the elusive bandit. "Show yourself, you bastard!" | "one hundred sixty words."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 12, 2010 16:34:00 GMT -5
Weedle was giggling childishly in delight at his successful strike when a dose of karma came to bite im in the ass. Or rather step on it. One the girl's reckless stomps came down on his tail, pinning it down with no small amount of pain. For a moment, Weedle stared at the foot, too agog to speak. Then he opened his mouth and squealed in anguish. >Owowowowow! Get your foot off me! Eeeee!< From the deliverer of justice to Pokemon everywhere, this Weedle had degenerated into a panicked worm. ::weedle:: Mood: Pained.
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