Sierra actually wasn't that bitter about Shamu's being in Team Death anymore. That was a far off memory. She was the kind of person that remembered the good more than bad, especially how Shamu intrigued her. Underneath the guise of being a Team Death minion, he seemed like a gentleman. She smiled at his response, then giggled to herself, her mirth fueled by the simple joy of meeting an old friend. He soon asked her another question, one that made her remember why she was wandering around in the first place. Thank Arceus she didn't leave when she was about to - she would've just gotten more lost in this strange place. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it?" She admitted, sighing hopelessly. Wait, was he going to offer her help? She looked at him expectantly. This was amusing - a Team Death member concerned about her well-being. Especially since she was a part of the opposition!
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TUNES|| Two Door Cinema Club - Something Good Can Work TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| <3
Susumu's eyes glittered with amusement when she asked if it was obvious, and he had to say that yes, it was very very obvious. The area that she was about to go through was a very heavy area for prostitution, and he had been advised against going in that direction from several people he met during his Verona Cafe job. He wasn't about to say that though, because how exactly would that make him look, knowing where the perverted spots were? He still didn't know this girl's name, and it didn't matter too much. Still, if she needed help then he might as well figure out what to call her besides 'Pikachu hat girl'. "You know, it's been like months. I have no idea what your name is." He commented, wondering if by any chance she knew his name. He didn't remember introducing himself, but who knows. "Well, first off...where were you trying to go exactly? I can try to guide you there." He asked, confused why Power Plant and Ranger Station girl was down in these parts in the first place. It wasn't safe exactly, but she seemed as if she could defend herself. At least from that battle, he could tell that much.
Sierra alternated between standing on her heels, then toes the moment before Shamu asked her what her name was. She looked up with indignation and opened her mouth to say something before she froze - she realized that she had absolutely no recollection of a time when she told him her name. She didn't remember his, either, since it'd been so long. Had he introduced himself to her before? It was pointless trying to remember. She unfroze, a meek smile replacing her previous surprise. "Sierra. ...Catalynn. And you?" She felt like she should tack on the last name, but then realized that that was a little too much information to give to a Team Death member. But she couldn't say anything on the matter, as his next question caused her to forget about it. It wasn't like Shamu was spiteful towards her anyway. "Ummm.." She said, looking from side to side and behind her. "I was just walking through Verona City, thinking about something, and I ended up here before I knew it." She explained, knowing that she must look pretty pathetic now. "Maybe back to not ugly Verona City?" She suggested, glancing sidelong at the trashy buildings around them.
Sierra Catalynn...? That sounded like two first names right there, what was wrong with this world?! Oh well, she said her full name so formally, so he might as well go with the formal thing too. Besides, people just called him Shamu anyways. "I'm Susumu, uh, Akiyama." He hesitated, wondering why he was being so formal with her. He was just copying her he supposed, but looking past that, this was a girl around his own age that was lost. Though they might've been enemies, he wasn't about to go and start making fights with everyone he met. Seriously, team death only had like 7 members. He was severely outnumbered if he got into an argument against everyone that hated the group. 'Haha, she's a ditz isn't she?' He thought in amusement as he had a perfect poker face as he stared at her, at least knowing how to take her back to regular Verona. "Sure, sure. I know a few shortcuts." He said in a somewhat lazy tone, starting to walk towards one of them, expecting her to follow. She was a dumbass if she didn't after all. "Just stay away from East 113, that's just gonna bring hell." He advised as he walked right next to the entrance to it, even though the street looked safe enough, it connected to a very dangerous area in the city. "Montabello is the one we want; it takes you right to central Verona." He explained, envisioning a map of Verona in his head as he continued to walk at a leisurely pace. He wasn't worried about this area. Totally.
A lot of things became clear when Shamu introduced himself to her. The first was that he was definitely either Asian or he was using a fake name - something she wasn't going to put past him, being a Team Death member after all. Second, she'd definitely heard his name before. Maybe it was at the Powerplant, when they were retreating. So she DID forget his name. Not like she'd tell him that, though. "Susumu." She repeated his name aloud, liking how strange it felt to say. When he answered her explanation of how she ended up here, she didn't suspect that he was judging her. His face was so srs, like, for rls. "Yay!" She responded when he said he knew the way out. If he didn't, they would've been in quite the pickle. When he began walking, she followed and tried to keep pace with him. He mentioned a couple of streets to stay away from then, and she heeded his warning, trusting him more because he seemed like the kind of guy that hung around these parts often. As he pointed them out, she kept a mental note of where they were. Nope, she surely didn't want to bring hell. But suddenly, hell happened. Right when Shamu pointed out another street in the line, Sierra heard footsteps right behind them. Oddly, when she stopped, she heard silence. Looking behind her, she saw nothing except a few papers fluttering in the wind. But that alleyway just a few feet away from them looked really, really suspicious. "I think someone's following us," Sierra said in a hushed tone, swiveling her neck around for any sign of motion. If this place was as Shamu described it, she had reason to suspect that creepers were creepin'.
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TUNES|| Evanescence - The Immortal TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| I had to refuse the urge to make another paragraph |DD LOL
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2011 20:41:18 GMT -5 by DR-@@GON
Susumu looked at Sierra oddly as she repeated his name, then just shook his head and accepted it. She could test his name out all she wanted he supposed, as long as it didn't get too annoying. He flinched when she shouted out a quick "Yay!" before finding himself grinning like a moron with his back turned to her. What a dolt this person was; no wonder she had it out for TD, probably had no understanding about what the organization was about at all. Probably had no hardships either, especially because she seemed so carefree. Ah well, he'd let the girl enjoy what she could as long as they got out to safety. He wasn't paying too much attention to the footsteps in the area, but he did notice when Sierra stopped walking. Blinking at the lack of awareness of her being right behind him, he turned around quickly to see what she was up to. No one else was in sight at all besides her, but she seemed nervous about something. "What's up?" He asked, a little concerned. She wasn't one of those paranoid types that started making up drama because she expected it to happen, right? He heard her voice since she was a bit close to him, despite how soft it was. It made him feel weird; as if something was bound to happen from this change in attitude. Quietly he nodded in recognition of the fact that they were probably being followed. The horrifying part was that it was probably Canicus, and they should probably hurry out before they bumped into that sick fuck. "If you have a phone, start talking on it." He whispered back, hearing of that old trick before. Hopefully her acting was good.
Sierra hadn't always been such a goof, especially before the bus incident, but being around friends always seemed to infect her with some sort of hyper bug. Not that she tried to be obnoxious or anything, but that was how she was. Except that all stopped when she was freaked out, like right now, when she was inching instinctively closer to Shamu out of fear of having a knife to her face or something horrifying like that. She stopped about a foot away from him when he suddenly told her to talk on her phone. With a frantic nod, she stuck her hand into her purse and pulled out her cell that had probably about five accessories dangling from it. Not figuring out that she was supposed to PRETEND to be talking into it, she ended up taking too long dialing an actual number. She looked up, sensing something, and her eyes met with the third pair of eyeballs in the area. A gasp left her lips before she stumbled backwards, thoroughly frightened. "Hey kiddooos, why're you in a place like thissh?" The stranger asked, stepping out into the daylight. He was pretty hideous looking, with warts on his face, wrinkled skin, and lips that coiled inward. Sierra estimated that he was about 60 years old - old enough to be a pedobear, that was for certain. By the sound of his voice, he'd drunk a little too much. One of his hands was in his pocket, grasping something. Perhaps a gun or a knife? Whatever the case, they were definitely in danger. "Come on little girl, I won't hurtcha!" The old man's whittling voice slithered in Sierra's ears as if she was already being horribly, horribly molested. "Susumu?" She said in a small, mouse-like voice. It was all she could do not to cry.
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TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu, stranger danger TALK|| LOLOLO - btw you can control the pedobear if you want :'D
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2011 22:08:18 GMT -5 by DR-@@GON
Susumu thought that they'd be ok; that the phone would make following them seem riskier to even dare to try, and normally that would work. Except the person that was following them suddenly appeared next to them, well, Sierra specifically. He could smell the breath from all the way over here though, and it was clearly obvious that the man was drunk. It was an older man, but far from being a gentleman. Instinctively he hovered closer to Sierra, not really knowing why he felt inclined to protect her like this, but he was. Looking nervous and fearful, he tried to shake the expressions out of existence as he heard the frightened whimper behind him. 'Yeah, I get it Sierra.' He gulped, realizing that the pedophile possibly had a weapon on hand judging from the look of his hand in his pocket. Something was being gripped, and it was probably bad for both of them. "Little girrrrthll, it's gonna be ok. Heh heh, let me just remove your boyfriend for a sec." The drunk hiccuped, starting to look at Susumu with a dangerous expression. Oh---shit! Should he use a Pok?mon?! His reflexes weren't that good, and he was sure that he returned Jenna into her Pokeball not that long ago. Doing what came naturally to him, Susumu started to bullshit. "U-Uh, y-you're going to be disappointed. You see, Sierra here is a man." Susumu instantly tried to wrap his arm around her neck to pull her further away from the drunkard, who just seemed confused at the statement. "Uhh..." Was the only thing the drunkard could spit out, looking at Sierra in disbelief. "He's a transvestite; we were going to hit one of the clubs together." Oh god this bullshitting...was it actually getting them anywhere? "No waayyyyy...she's too cute to be a dude." The drunk argued, though seemed to be growing hesitant. What if this was a trap? "It's a trap." Susumu confirmed, as if he had mind reading powers. Oh god...now what?
ooc: I...am so sorry. this is all I could come up with. your turn to control the pedophile :'D
Sierra heard the man threatening to 'remove her boyfriend,' which would've been adorable in any other context. But right now they were in danger, and she needed to think fast. Susumu didn't seem like he could handle this himself - until he spoke up and called her a man. Luckily, she wasn't the type to react very fast, so she blanked a little when he called her that. Then suddenly, she felt his arm yank her towards him a bit. Now her face was threatening to become tomato red, but by now she had gotten the point that Susumu was trying to protect her, so she kept herself as calm as possible. "Um, yes!" She said quickly, nodding her head to agree with him. "Crossdressing is my favorite! Don't I look so real?" She put on the cutest face she could, which caused the drunk to become skeptical. Then he shrugged. "Whatever, it won't be the first time I fucked a guy." He said, directing his gaze lustfully at the blonde pokemorph. Now the knife was fully exposed, and he was threatening Shamu with it. Sierra was now utterly horrified. They had no time, so she spouted the first thing that came to her mind. "I- uh - have, AIDS, and swine flu, and the WORST cold in existence, and.." Sierra suddenly began naming all of the nastiest illnesses she could think of. But this didn't faze the drunkard, who was really just getting impatient now. He crept closer and pointed his knife at Sierra. "You. Talk. Too. Much." He growled, his nasty breath permeating her nostrils. Sierra was frightened into cold silence. Was this the end? At that moment, she began to think about releasing her Pokémon. They might get wounded, but it was better than getting brutally raped and murdered, right?
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TUNES|| The Offspring - You're Gonna Go Far Kid TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu, stranger danger TALK|| OMG no, you better not be sorry XDD THAT IS PERFECT <333 I laughed my ass off 8'D
Last Edit: Oct 4, 2011 18:16:05 GMT -5 by DR-@@GON
Oh god, Susumu had a hard time keeping his poker face when Sierra went along with it. Going as far as adding new comments of her own, and acting slightly more masculine than before. Hey, even he was starting to question whether she was actually a chick. Looking doubtful towards her at her gender, his look of judgement was interrupted when the drunk broke through their ruse. He was into guys too, apparently. That lustful look was now pressured on him, and he found himself stunned in fear as he was the new prey; knife exposed as well. "O-Oh, you don't want me either! I have purple herpes! My boxers are the color fuckweasel! I look like effervescent shitstain." He started talking at the same time as Sierra, getting confused and his words all mixed up from some kind of auto correct website he liked to browse in his free time. The drunk didn't like it at all, and soon they were face to face, and Susumu could feel the drunkard's cold breath against his neck. "W-Wait. Before you do this uh, I have one last wish." Susumu gulped, mind blanking because he couldn't think of anything. The drunk paused, stumbling a bit because he wasn't coherent, then began to mumble some things about his mother and how he'd be nice to a near dead person. "I just...have this strong desire to sing and...and do comedy." He paled at this, then faked a smile at the drunk. "Oh, g-g-go ahead. I could use a lauff. HA HA." The drunk slapped his knee then went and sat on a wooden crate, watching Sierra and Susumu intently with the knife close by. 'Oh my god...what do I do?! What do I do?! I don't know any songs?! Ok, think. First thing to come to mind...' He was panicking like crazy! They were so freaking screwed right now! Doomed! Done for! Death for all, and to all a good night! "We're no strangers to love..." Oh god, he blinked as he sang the words, then coughed. The drunk seemed bored so far, and ready to end this if it got bad. "You know the rules, and SO do I." Susumu impulsively closed his eyes and started waving his hands around like a blind person, as if he was trying to feel out where Sierra was. "A full commitments what I'm thinking of." This was the part where Susumu's hand might've accidentally flapped about at Sierra's hat, not meaning to knock it off, but hey, consequences. The drunk let out a giggle each time Susumu aimed one of his hands near Sierra, as if he was trying to smack her in the face or take off her hat. It was physical comedy that the drunk simply loved.
She looked back at him with a mixture of amusement, fear, and humiliation after posing as a guy. But man this was something they were going to talk about - if they lived. Sierra had the hardest time keeping a straight face when Susumu suddenly bullshat his own list of illnesses, things she'd never heard before. The way he said them was funny too, reminding her of how the google translate bot often pronounced things weirdly. But crap. It wasn't working, judging by the way the drunkie was still steadily approaching them, waving the knife around spastically. She began considering confessing all of her deep, dark secrets, thinking they really were about to die, but then Shamu suddenly said he had a last wish. Ooh, this was interesting. She listened closely as he said he.. wanted to sing. Wait, WHAT? She gave him a shocked look. Luckily, whatever he had planned, the creeper liked it. It was now or never. The most awkward of silences set in. Then, abruptly, she heard Shamu's voice thinly singing that infamous song. A horrible urge to laugh aloud bubbled up in her, but with all her willpower, she forced herself not to make a peep. This was when he began flapping his arms around. She stepped backwards, then looked at the drunkie, who was giggling at both of them. Okay, good. Suddenly, he smacked her across the cheek harder than she expected. This caused her hat to fall off, exposing the slightly messed up top of her head. "Oww!" She yelped, rubbing her cheek. That was gonna hurt later. This made the drunkard laugh harder, now slapping his knees with mirth. Ignoring the pain, she looked at Shamu and mouthed, 'What do I do?!' Her hands were outstretched at her sides in a gesture of desperation.
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TUNES|| Good Charlotte - I Don't Wanna Be In Love TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu TALK|| LOLOL
Blushing as he made contact with Sierra's face, slightly concerned due to the sound of the smack and wondering if he hurt her, he peeked his eyes open at the right moment. She wasn't playing along, but she was looking confused and panicked. They had to entertain this drunk guy or else they'd both be executed; and well, let's just say their holes would be violated. He wasn't looking forward to that at all, so he had a plan. He nodded at her, as if to say 'It's gonna be fine'. He did have an idea actually, especially because the drunk burst out laughing as Sierra got pimpslapped. "You know the rules, and so do I!" He sang around, nearly walking into a wall as he started to wander farther away from the drunken man. The guy was drunk, so he wasn't exactly thinking straight. "Now for some audience participation!" He announced, standing in front of Sierra and opening his eyes, getting a good look at the drunk. "Please, close your eyes. We're about to do something very well rehearsed and unbelievable. By the time you've opened your eyes, my pretty assistant here will fly." He was just saying everything that came to the top of his head, not entirely thinking it through at all. "Urrr...ok." The drunken man dropped his knife and covered his eyes with both hands--moron. Susumu winked at Sierra and slowly tiptoed away. "With my magic powers, soon he will fly through the skies like a magical, mystical Moltres!" His voice was starting to waver---this was it. He looked at Sierra suddenly and mouthed the word 'Run' to her, and then proceeded to bolt like hell down the one good and safe street he knew. They just had to run until there were people around! That was the only way to survive this really. Unless Sierra had any bright ideas.
Sierra calmed down a little when Shamu nodded to her, finding herself less worried about the situation at hand. She gave him a quick nod before he started to sing again. Sierra felt pressured to act goofy too, but she wondered if the drunkard would even buy it. Her worries faded away when he came to a stop in front of her again, this time proclaiming that he was about to make 'his pretty assistant' fly. She realized that he was describing her and felt her heart skip a beat at the compliment, but geez, so much crap was flying out of his mouth in all directions. She couldn't help but suspect that he'd been in situations like this before. And then he said they would fly like a Moltres, and she saw the look in his eyes as he suddenly pinned them on her. Immediately when his lips said, 'Run,' she ducked, grabbed the hat lying at her feet, and bolted as quickly as she could after him. It was thanks to her love of running that she was able to catch up to him, now just feet away. Behind them, she could hear the distant, angry shouts of the drunkard when he realized what was really going on. "Hey! You're gonna pay for this, you little shits! Get back here so I can dissect your asses!" The scary thing was that he probably wasn't bluffing, but the two were running so fast that like hell he was going to catch up.
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TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| XDD YAY
Laughing like a crazy man as he heard the threats of the incapable drunkard behind them, Susumu and Sierra were managing to run much faster than that old creep. In fact, the plan worked like a charm. He figured since the drunk guy was well, in his 60s and a freaking mess, that those physical actions would have some kind of delay to them. He was basically thinking of how drinking made drivers incapable of doing stuff right, and using that to their advantage. Smart, right? Except this probably would not apply in real life, and don't be a damn moron because only your rapist and murderer will remember your pitiful performance. "Bahaha, oh god. That...that worked." He wheezed as he ran, not as fast as Sierra as they bolted up into the main plaza, which was a semi ghetto/semi Verona area. It wasn't so bad, and getting back to Verona wouldn't be hard at all. Thankfully, there were people everywhere. Some were staring at him as he stopped running and leaned against a brick wall for dear life, panting his lungs out because they were so exhausted. Dear god. The air was so bitter right now; his throat was withering away in pain from the run. WITHERING. PAIN. ugh. He glanced over at Sierra to see if she was any better, chuckling as if he got away with something at school with the teacher nearby. "Never again. Don't tell anyone...I did that..." He laughed, wishing he could sit down somewhere as his face flushed from all of the running.
Sierra heard Shamu's wild, boyish laugh, and felt like they were running away from an enraged neighbor after toiletpapering his house or something crazy like that. It was the kind of laugh that came with a boost of adrenaline, something that she was now experiencing as she surged on, her legs pumping in the exhilarating run. After several blocks, she began to feel tired, and apparently, so did Shamu. She slowed to a stop and placed her hands on her knees, breathing large gulps of air from the run. She could almost hear her heart screaming at her. After a few restful breaths, she looked up at Shamu and gave him a natural, tired grin. His laughing remark made her laugh with him, still in disbelief from whatever the hell just happened. "They wouldn't believe me anyways," She said amusedly. Striding towards the pokemorph, she leaned on the brick wall a few inches next to him and covered her mouth to cough. Her throat always became kinda dry when she ran. "That was.. somehow fun," Sierra breathed, laughing to herself. In fact, it was probably one of the most exciting things she'd ever experienced. She wanted to say more, but she had to catch her breath first. Gosh, she could've ran much more than that, but she was out of practice. Her thin, yet toned legs felt like jelly after that exercise.
"Fun because we survived..." Susumu croaked out a laugh as he slowly stood up again, all muscles completely sore as he glanced over at Sierra. She didn't look any better than he did; they were both a complete and total mess. How terrible, and yet he couldn't help but find it hilarious. He completely forgot that Sierra was an enemy at this point; in fact, it almost felt as if he had known her for years. In a way, kind of true, except it was only like once a year and each encounter was a terrible one. He waited like that for a bit to allow both of them to catch their breath; as if the drunk would be able to catch or hurt them here anyways, as this was a public area. Sighing, he stood up. "This really makes me want a smoothie. After I help you, I'm fucking getting some smoothies." He said with a joking tone in his voice, definitely intending to be friendly as he looked at Sierra again. Oh, wait. He had to get her out of here. This place was...better, but it wasn't out of the ghettos yet. In fact, a car on the street went by with very loud and booming rap music. A bunch of questionable looking teenagers were inside of it, glaring at Susumu and Sierra before driving past them. Glaring back and annoyed that they were pulling that shit with them, he sighed. Ok, serious time. "We need Montabello street. Once you get there, it'll take you right out of here." He explained, trying to look around for it.
ooc: lololol I have no idea what to try next for a plot. what about a persistent drug dealer?
Sierra nodded amusedly, agreeing with Shamu. It definitely wouldn't have been fun if they were being.. you know. She looked back at him, her mouth stretched in a grin. He voiced that he wanted some smoothies, and she could almost imagine the taste of one right then. "Yeah, smoothies sound so good right now." She replied. But his statement reminded her, too, that they were still kind of in trouble. They'd ran a long time and were still not in the clear yet; just how big was this place? The sound of vulgar, repetitive rapping penetrated her ears as a car drove slowly past Sierra and Shamu, the passengers glaring at them. That caused her to become cautious. What did they do to deserve such a look? Was something on her face? She passed an arm over it just to make sure, but there was nothing there. Then Shamu became serious again about leaving. "Okay," Sierra responded, her mind set on getting out of here. She looked around for the described street, but a creepy whisper from behind broke through her thoughts - "Hey, I've got something good for you..." - causing her to shriek and grab onto Shamu, turning her head to look at the rapi- oh, wait. It was just a drug dealer. His hair was tied up in a braided ponytail, his skin nearly black. Whatever teeth he had were yellow and tinged brown. He laughed at her reaction. "Ain't no law 'gainst sellin' shit that I know of. Stuff's cheap, works good. And if you buy one, I'll even throw in these used condoms. You know, I use this myself..." And he kept talking, describing the drugs he was selling in a voice too loud and fast to interrupt. When he said 'used condoms,' she was both disgusted and amused because she remembered that one incident in the Ranger Station. She giggled to herself, wondering if Susumu remembered it too. Well, it was a pretty bad memory for him, but still... Anyway, this was troublesome. They were just about to leave, too. "Sir. SIR. Excuse me!" Sierra tried to stop the man's rambling, but he didn't hear her at all, apparently.
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TUNES|| Carlito - Who's That Boy (Go! Go!) TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| XDD Challenge accepted
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2011 19:02:27 GMT -5 by DR-@@GON
Not paying attention to the clingy and homeless looking man that was approaching; Susumu was obliviously scanning the streets when all of a sudden he heard a scream and his arm was being clung to. Eyes widening in surprise as he turned around, he was caught in a mix of horror and this odd, flustered feeling. This girl sure liked personal contact, didn't she? Well, they sure had been chummy lately. Experiences like that were supposed to do that, he supposed. Backing off though because this old, gross, teeth missing old man was approaching them with that dirty look, the blonde couldn't help but want to feel disturbed. But they were all human on the inside, and this was just a guy trying to get by. It was wrong to just assume that he was going to attack them, or that he was some kind of lower human being. Though he was sure that this was illegal, it wasn't as if his actions were much better. "H-Hey, it's ok." Susumu whispered comfortingly, hoping she'd let go and relax on her own. It was just a drug dealer, though from what he could tell Sierra was getting freaked out. Apparently this wasn't her thing; though he wasn't a druggie either. He knew Syl was though, and he didn't care. They could do whatever they wanted to do as long as he didn't get involved in it. "Yo man yooo, I mean I gots the stuff! They don't sell this stuff down in Bentview, aww no. I got the quality, the the...the quality stuff! Popo aint' never gonna shut me down, I can say that much." Taking a deep breath because he ran out of oxygen, the drug dealer staggered closer to Sierra and Susumu with a smile. His breath reeked of cheetos. "I gotta say, I gotta say. You should see my stuff. I gots the e-3, the crack, I got the golden leaves that even Virgin Mary would cry and beg to get her sweet pure hands on. Now that's the truth, I ain't lie." He continued, refusing to let Susumu and Sierra leave. At least politely. "Haha, just making a livin'. Right?" Susumu played along a little with the casual side, but the druggie replied with something so long that it would be too much for one poor paragraph. "Oh...yeah. Uh. We are actually broke. Got mugged earlier. Really freaky. Love to pay you but--" Susumu's idea to get rid of this guy failed, as the druggie waved his arms around in another attempt to prevent them from leaving. "Oh no, you can pay me back! Paaaay my back, aw lawdy. Give me your number, no wait, give me your ID. Yeah, I'll find you with your ID. Can't fake that, nope." Oh yeah, this wasn't getting anywhere. Awkward as hell too!
Sierra didn't realize she'd been clinging to Shamu's arm for so long until he whispered to her, It's ok. in a sweet, comforting voice that made the butterflies in her belly jump. Looking down to hide the obvious blush on her face, she unwrapped her arms from Shamu's and hoped he didn't suspect anything about her weird behavior. The drug dealer sure didn't notice. Now she felt useless, now that she was too flustered to speak at the moment. But Shamu had this in the bag too, making up excuses on the fly as if he were a regular stand up. Then the drug dealer began asking them for their IDs. Then she felt well enough to speak up, a bit more serious than before. "Sorry. I can't remember anything without my stuff, so that's really too bad." Sierra said to the drug dealer, who seemed to twitch a little when she mentioned 'stuff'. "Oh then we can meet sometime after you get enough money, maybe in Micky D's or Taco Bell or Popeye's, that shit is delicious by the way..." The drug dealer suggested next. Sierra instantly got an idea. "Okay, that sounds good. I'll just have one of that then, please." She had to interrupt him in an extra loud voice to get him to stop and listen as she gestured to a weird rainbow-colored powder labeled 'RESPLENDENT EFFERVESCENCE'. That sounded like it belonged on a perfume bottle or something. "And yoo?" The salesman turned his attention to Shamu. He was talking way less now that they'd agreed to buy something. What if that was a sales tactic he was using? That sly dog.
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TUNES|| Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| <333 XD
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2011 20:43:19 GMT -5 by DR-@@GON
The drug dealer was standing there patiently, waiting with that crooked grin on his face as his cheetos filled breath filled the air around Susumu and Sierra. It made him want to feel sick, honestly. This guy did nothing but total damage to his mouth, and it was a sickening thing to be around. Susumu glanced over at the drugs Sierra decided to pick out, which honestly wasn't too much of a surprise. It was something colorful and innocent looking, but honestly he had no idea what it was. It looked like meth though. Maybe. His only experience with drugs was from health class and Syl, and Syl was mostly snorting crack at that Halloween party last year. Susumu knew he was going to have to pick something, especially the longer he waited. What was actually normal to pick though? He blinked nervously as he clutched his hands together, feeling nervous as he looked at everything. What could he pick and not feel stupid about picking? Oh god, these choices. 'Subbie's Vagina, Keisha Faboo, Resix is Kewl, The Lays, Cheese Knights, Jesusu Desu' Oh yeah, these were all good choices. Sure. He gulped and looked at the last one on the list, which seemed to be really dull and boring, called 'LoL Life Sucker'. "I'll take that one." He said with a nod, and the drug dealer was more than pleased to hand him the goods. Susumu held it nervously in his hands while the dark skinned male began blabbering his mouth off. "You know what? Let's go to Dennys afta this! I got yo picture now, we can go and meeteh uppeh lata. Come by on Friiiday, and we can get down." Right then, and Susumu was staring at him in confusion, the drug dealer took out a camera and snapped a picture of the duo standing side by side. Wincing at the bright camera flash, Susumu had to rub his eyes for a sec before he realized what happened. Oh god, they had their picture taken. Why did he have a baaaad feeling about this? "Oh and it's only, onnnnnnly 15k each." The drug dealer cackled out, making Susumu's face pale. That was...a lot, wasn't it?
resix: LOL i wasn't ari
Nov 20, 2020 4:43:38 GMT -5
resix: just a lil resix
Nov 20, 2020 4:43:47 GMT -5
zacariah: Lmao no one said you were Ari! I was trying to ask you if she was from Quebec, or if that was just my head canon, but Sheepy answered it already~
Dec 31, 2020 16:25:57 GMT -5
zacariah: also I just noticed this chatroom is called a shoutbox, and says you're shouting as someone
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:14 GMT -5
zacariah: SO I FEEL OBLIGATED TO TALK WITH ONLY CAPS FROM NOW ON
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:26 GMT -5
zacariah: ALSO THIS IS THE SLOWEST CONVERSATION EVER
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:35 GMT -5
zacariah: HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET TO CHECK THIS FOR A MONTH.
Dec 31, 2020 16:26:43 GMT -5
zacariah: ALSO I WAS JUST LOOKING AT THE RULES FOR CHEYENNE AND WHY ON EARTH DID MOVE TUTORS REQUIRE 1 REAL WORLD HOUR TO TEACH MOVES. THAT COULD LITERALLY BE A 1 POST INTERACTION OR A 12 POST INTERACTION FOR THOSE FAST TYPERS. MAN THAT WAS A WEIRD RULE
Dec 31, 2020 16:28:43 GMT -5
zacariah: I ABUSED EVERY OTHER RULE ON THE SITE, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I ABUSE THAT ONE
Dec 31, 2020 16:28:52 GMT -5
rekari: ig 2020 was bad enough we all came back here
Feb 11, 2021 5:28:55 GMT -5
zacariah: I wish I could remember the name of a joke character I made on this site.
Mar 26, 2021 22:26:47 GMT -5
zacariah: It was some random alt account I made to mess with the mods, who refused a Pok?mon and went on route 1 just trying to fist fight Pok?mon, only to encounter an Ekans, get poisoned and die. That was probably my peak RP on this site.
Mar 26, 2021 22:27:08 GMT -5
zacariah: even if he only lasted like an hour.
Mar 26, 2021 22:27:30 GMT -5
resix: oh god who knows. we did some stupid shit back then and took ourselves WAAAAY too seriously, even if we were the site that Didn't Take Anything Seriously (tm)
Mar 27, 2021 3:01:06 GMT -5
resix: i was the worst offender. everything was hilarious until i was super buttmad for no reason. it was awful
Mar 27, 2021 3:01:24 GMT -5