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Dec. 17th, 2011 11:22 pmA man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down.
"...what... What the hell did I do?"
"...what... What the hell did I do?"
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Date: 2011-12-22 06:01 am (UTC)*He just stays right out of range, because he doesn't want to die just yet!*
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Date: 2011-12-22 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 06:12 am (UTC)*...Now he actually looks honestly surprised!*
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Date: 2011-12-22 06:54 am (UTC)::Punches forward::
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Date: 2011-12-22 07:20 am (UTC)*He meets it with a punch of his own, which has the force of a speeding car!*
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Date: 2011-12-22 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-22 06:35 pm (UTC)*He spins his arm, popping it as he walks towards her, fumbling with a pack of smokes.*
"Sorry Akuma. Didn't think I was punching that hard. ...And I get it if you want me to go and die or just don't want to see me anymore."
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Date: 2011-12-23 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-23 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 08:04 am (UTC)"Oh, come on, they'd suit you. Pretend you're a ganguro, maybe?"
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Date: 2011-12-23 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 08:16 am (UTC)*He winces, slooowly starting to pull back away from you.*
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Date: 2011-12-23 08:17 am (UTC)::And she keeps trying to plow you with fists.::