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[open] DETENTION CATCH-ALL LOG

Who: YOU and Ulki and possibly Samus, especially if your name is Ishimaru.
What: SUMMER DETENTION
Where: DETENTION ROOM
When: DETENTION TIME IN THE SUMMER all month and probably next when school starts back up again.
Warnings: YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO WARNINGS THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE IN DETENTION

[In lieu of trying to wax and wane purple prose about an empty classroom with a bunch of uninviting looking desks and a very foreboding chalk board that goes on forever as you would expect in any normal detention room, feel free to use this as a multipurpose catch-all for all your detention needs.

Your student is here for a reason. Discipline. (Or a lack thereof.) Nobody cares how much of an angel they are: they can receive a detention in any way possible. If they're too sweet for any normal teacher to give them a detention, Crazy Hand did it. Perhaps they rubbed Char the wrong way on the wrong day. Maybe they disrupted the peace and blew up the pool party and deserve to be here and had it a long time coming.

Chances are if you're a delinquent you're a regular here and know the punishments can range from sitting at an uncomfortable desk in deafening silence for a few hours to writing a message a million times across the chalk board to physical discipline. It might be a good idea to specify how you got here and what you're looking for and where your limits are.

Ulki is the default de facto disciplinary guy. He's usually here. If you don't serve your detention Ulki will find you. Don't try to skip out! Samus does not typically serve detention but she can make a special exception in certain situations. You know who you guys are. Perhaps if you are another teacher and have something special in mind for some special unruly student of yours and want to step up to the Plate O' Punishment, here's your chance.

DETENTION HARD. Detention what you will.]

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HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME
I'VE MADE MY MISTAKES
GOT NOWHERE TO RUN
THE NIGHT GOES ON
AS I'M FADING AWAY
I'M SICK OF THIS LIFE
I JUST WANNA SCREAAAAAM

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Edited 2013-08-14 09:56 (UTC)

You've made your mistakes.

You've got no where to run.

The night goes on.

You're fading away.

I'm sick of your life.

I want you to stop screaming.

(x2 repeat chorus)

As much as Kiyotaka wanted to skip out, as much as he knew he was innocent and hadn't done anything to deserve this punishment, he arrived on time, dutiful as ever. It was everything else about him that was off. The normally proud and confident young man was reduced to being quiet and seeming almost frightened by the way he tried to take up as little space in his desk as possible, avoiding looking at anything or anybody. Innocent or not, the fact that he was here at all for any reason that was not helping Ulki monitor the delinquents was a shameful mark on his record that he would never erase.

He'd have to step down from his position on the Disciplinary Committee. Maybe even from his duty as hall monitor. He couldn't set an example now that he could be viewed as one of the corrupt. A curse passed down through the generations.

He looked very much like he wanted to cry. Oh wait, he totally was.

Edited 2013-08-25 06:09 (UTC)

By now, Samus had toweled off and borrowed one of Falcon's large over-sized spare t-shirts to cover her bathing suit with in lieu of driving home and driving back here. She frankly wasn't fond of sitting around wasting her time babysitting either, but this was just panty punishment.

She sat at the desk, carefully trying to piece together an intricate, palm-sized bit of machinery that looked like a half-finished gun. Every choking sob Ishimaru uttered seemed to successfully strip a screw or break even her otherwise very steadfast concentration. She wasn't THRILLED with what he did but after a while she began to question why he was making such a huge deal over this. By now, even Jeff would've...

He's not Jeff.

Setting down her tool, she paused to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"This isn't the end of the world."

~~by now jeff would have bragged about kitty panties but now you just have kitty crying about them instead~~

Nah, just the end of his ENTIRE LIFE. He stared hard at the ever-growing puddle of tears on the desk in front of him, unable to lift his gaze to meet Samus'.

"You don't understand... With this... everything I have ever worked for, is..."

Worthless. He knew how fast and hard the fall would be once people began to talk about this ~~not that anyone cared, COME ON~~. Maybe if it had been his fault, but...!

He slammed his hands down on the desk and bolted up, taking a sharp breath.

"Let me prove my innocence! I need to clear my name! I won't let this tarnish my record!!"

Taken aback by his sudden dramatics (and she really shouldn't be by now), she blinked a couple of times at him. No, it wasn't the dramatics that had her actually reconsidering a predicament she was otherwise sure he was guilty of. She stared at him hard.

Let me prove myself.

They were words that resonated deep within her, despite being especially offended that said predicament involved panty pilfering. If he was wrong then nothing would really be lost to her--he'd just get another detention and she'd ensure it was doubly long for his efforts. But if he was right...

"...Alright." Samus finally said. "Where do you propose to start?"

She agreed. She agreed! Considering how stern she'd been back at the pool, Kiyotaka expected her to reject him on the spot.

"Thank you!" But he wasn't in the clear just yet. He had to actually prove it first. He looked to his hands, still a deep blue. Hey, yeah... all he'd have to do was compare fingerprints, right? Easy!

"Then... let's start with the locker room itself!"

- INVESTIGATION START -

Not a bad idea. If he was being framed, she couldn't think of anywhere better that might give them a clue.

"Dry your face," Samus fished some spare napkins out of the desk drawer and held them out. "And let's check it out together." She wouldn't let him ~~get tears and snot all over the evidence~~ out of her sight for this.

The locker room was still unoccupied, empty as they had left it. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the blue ink smudges that were still present on a locker.

"Is this really her locker?"

It was the least graceful face-cleaning ever, but at least there would be no more tears after this. Probably. Then again, it was Kiyotaka...

At least there were no bouts of intense emotion on the way to the locker room, right? His gaze settled on the locker door before Samus even asked about it, as that had been his goal all along. So there really were smudges on it... That was weird, because he hadn't noticed anyone else at the pool with blue hands, and he definitely hadn't touched that one.

"Let's find out..." He reached out to open it, fingers just barely brushing against the cool metal before pulling away. "Wait! If it is hers, I can't go looking through a woman's belongings like that!" If Aoi's underpants had been in there, did that mean her bra was too? Was it also blue. Okay, no, these were not the kinds of things he ever needed to think about. Think about justice. Think about clearing his name. Good.

"I'll let you do it!"

There was an incredulous stare, and of course a single raised eyebrow to go along with it. The kid was either really this neurotic about girls underthings, or he knew something she didn't know. Wordlessly, she accepted and moved to the locker. She positioned herself behind the door so it would open facing no one, and used her other arm to keep the student at bay. This was Smash Academy so she expected the worse.

The door swung open with a faint creak, and nothing more. Good. Not booby trapped. It didn't take long to ascertain that the blue duffel bang and the contents inside clearly belonged to...

"Aoi Asashina." Nothing inside seemed to be particularly useful. Samus closed the door and took a better look at the fingerprints themselves. There were ridges and lines suggesting they definitely were human but they were too smudged to think ~~her scan visor~~ a forensics kit would give them an easy answer.

"These look like finger prints, but they're big and widely splayed..." Samus hovered her hand above them to demonstrate, fanning her fingers out as much as she could. "The only way these could have been made is if you slapped the locker open. Not exactly a natural position for a human hand."

She stared a little more.

"...The smudges aren't consistent in their direction either. See?"

So it really was Aoi's. What kind of weirdo went around rifling through a girl's underwear, anyway? How much more messed up did someone have to be to rifle through his stuff just to stick some pantsu in his pantsu?! Right, someone really must have made an effort to put them into his pocket specifically.

He splayed his own fingers out over the prints, no longer able to be satisfied just by proving that he hadn't made them. He needed to get to the bottom of all of this. "Some of them do look like fingerprints, but I didn't see anybody else with ink on their hands! So... in that case... Is it possible that somebody used their toes?"

That was the only other thing he could think of that would make the unique swirled marks.

Yo dawg I heard you like pantsu.

"It's... possible." Samus answered with a hand on her chin, drawn out as she started to consider the ridiculous assumption more seriously.

"Cross-checking everyone's toes in the entire school would be too time consuming, but I'm willing to bet if that's the case we can still use it as evidence."

”ｉｎｋ　ｐｒｉｎｔｓ”　ｗａｓ　ａｄｄｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｎｏｔｅｓ．

"Let's look for other clues in the meantime. If they did use their feet, and there's no footprints," She gestured to the floor, spotless as could be, "Then theoretically they must have dried them off on something."

Aw man, Kiyotaka would definitely put his time into checking the feet of everybody in the school if he needed to. Framing him and invading a girl's privacy? Those were both pretty big offenses.

"So there should be a cloth or towel with ink on it around!"

HE MADE. A BEELINE. For the nearest trash bin. It was time to rifle through it like ~~a Chosen child because the parallels would never stop~~ a dignified gentleman.

~~i think ur on to something ishimoro~~

Samus had no qualms doing dirty and unpleasant work (such comprised a large, alien-genocidal filled portion of her career) as evident by how she didn't mind rifling through Asahina's possessions... but if Ishimaru was so eager to volunteer for trash inspection, that was fine with her.

"Be careful if you find anything incriminating." She figured that should go without saying but she had to cover her bases. Fortunately for Kiyotaka, Rick expended most of his thinking-ahead abilities and simply threw the ink-stained towel in the garbage in a rush. It was probably on top somewhere, not difficult to find.

While Kiyotaka did that, Samus decided to put her time to better use and thought better to double check on where the ink truly came from in the first place.

"You said your pen broke and the ink got all over your hands?" She asked as she eyeballed around the locker area. "Where did it happen?"

Yep, it didn't take long to find a stained towel hanging out just beneath a damp paper towel. Kiyotaka pulled it out, satisfied that it at least lent credibility to his foot theory.

"It happened in this very locker room! I was about to put my uniform into my duffel bag after changing, but when I put my hand in to make space, there was ink all over the inside." Good thing he didn't just shove his precious uniform in like some people who didn't care about keeping them neat and tidy.

"Ink from a broken pen... Come to think of it, my swimsuit was absolutely clean, so the ink was spilled while I was changing!" He inspected his hand again, this time against the blue spot on the towel. "It's the same ink the culprit used."

Was this was it was to 'be on a roll?' It felt pretty good. Who would have thought all that murder investigation stuff way back when would hone his detective skills a little? ~~But still not a lot, sorry kid.~~ In fact, he was feeling confident enough to venture another guess, though he kept looking to Samus for validation.

"In that case... it's possible the culprit is the one who broke it in that short time!"

"Brilliant deduction." She confirmed, deadpan cranked up to 11. She didn't have to the heart to shoot him down with any additional witty remarks; the kid wasn't that bright, but earnest at least.

She made her way over to the duffel bag of mention and after passing him a furtive 'this is the closest thing I come to acknowledging a need for permission' sort of glance, helped herself to its contents, with or without his permission.

"So let's see what we've got so far..." Samus started putting a story together in her head as she rummaged around for any better evidence."

"You came in here, dropped your bag off, then went to change. The culprit took advantage of your absence and..." Yep. There it was; the broken pen.

Samus held it up for show, carefully twirling the bent and cracked piece of plastic in her hand.

"Deliberately broke this pen and planted it in your bag. It'd take one hell of a coincidence to naturally produce even, bilateral stress fractures like this right in the middle of the pen."

All his true genius was reserved for academics, okay.

Still, he was beginning to paint a clear image in his mind of just what went down. "Right. I arrived late-" he seemed a little pained to admit it, even if there was no set time to need to be there- "and forgot my swimsuit on the bench the first time I went in there, which means it was left alone out here before I realized it... It's obvious that's when the underwear ended up in the back pocket! So none of this would have happened if I had been paying attention!"

Or else it would have just happened to someone else. Kiyotaka bit his lip in shame and looked toward the locker.

"The pen must have been broken after the underwear was planted. Whoever did this had to have planned ahead to be able to do everything so quickly!"

He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath as though he was about to draw some kind of important conclusion from all this.

"Even with this in mind... The culprit is no more clear now than they were from the start!"

"We do know for a fact we can catch them red-handed... or ink-footed." Still, cross-checking everyone's toes in the entire school didn't seem like the most effective way to spend their time. Was there anything else they could use...? Samus started prowling around the looker room, blue eyes looking for any little thing that might be out of place. Anything to help narrow down the suspects beyond 'ink-footed'.

There was another locker ajar, ever so slightly. Throwing caution to the wind she started browsing through its contents, finding little more than another innocuous duffel bag and some student's (apparently a fairly large student) clothes. Everything here for swimming.

Wait... Almost.

"Were you the only one who forgot your swimsuit?" Twisting the door back and forth, she conveniently spotted a name on the inside.

"This is Banjo's locker. Doesn't he usually wear those tight, bright yellow shorts?"

She was only able to recall because they were so ridiculous and unforgettable.

Edited (inappropriate use of apostrophe, and i accidentally word) 2013-09-25 06:27 (UTC)

The thread title isn't even that far from the truth. Mondo Oowada is on a lot of people's shit lists, not to mention he's been forked over detention slips so numerous that he can't even remember when he's SUPPOSED to be in the schoolhouse clink. Many of them wound up in the trash, especially the ones he considered stupid, like running in the halls or not abiding by curfew. But he could be in for anything, really- stirring up conflict with Resetti, breaking school property, or... ruining a pool party by being a belligerent asshole who also fucks up a lot. Among other transgressions. Long story short: he's a regular here by now.

In fact, he could be in detention for not coming to detention when he should have. Ulki knows who he is and can find him no matter where he is, so he's starting to realize that he can't get away with not coming so easily anymore. He can fight the detention master until he's black and blue, but when a guy with just as much fight in him as Mondo can turn into a giant hawk who can carry you a ways, you'd better believe his luck had run out.

Needless to say, he's never happy when he's in the dingy cell of discipline. Crossing his arms, lowering his chin with a deep scowl, kicking his feet up onto the desk as a final fuck you to the authority who shoved him there to begin with. Wanna sit next to that guy?

At least Mondo wasn't completely alone in ruining pool parties. Vinnie was also here, for the crime of turning Red's face into a purple pile of mush. In hindsight, the Venusaur could concede that maybe he'd gone a little too far in his rage - all the stress and uncertainty of his trainer turning into an abusive dickweed had managed to get to him, in the end. He wasn't sure what was going on anymore. However, it could've ended a lot worse - detention, as far as he was concerned, was a small price to pay to avoid the repercussions of almost putting another human(?) in the hospital again.

So he showed up, ready to do time with textbooks to keep him company: one on botany, and the other for Pokemon Studies. It just so happened that the desk best positioned for sunbeams was right next to Mondo. Giving him a look as he walked by, Vinnie plunked himself down without a word.

Propping his head against the hands he folded behind it, Mondo snapped out of his daydreams the moment Vinnie appeared from behind the door and followed his advance with his eyes, being somewhat discreet by using his excessively tall collar and bent elbows to obscure his interest partway. Not that was trying to shirk away from being found out at all costs- he was just being curious at a low-key level. When he picked the spot adjacent to him, he twisted his makeshift headrest at such an angle that he was better facing his new company as he settled into his desk with... books? Botany? A guy like him, interested in something like botany?

Who is this guy? Mondo is only pressed further into wanting to know what he was about.

No talking was allowed in detention, but it always slipped his mind, and he chose to disrupt Vinnie's study session with a hissy whisper. "Hey. You in here for the ass-kicking that went down at the pool party?"

Yeah, botany. And now that Mondo's face wasn't covered in blood and ice cream, it was pretty noticeable that he smelled real strong of perfume, too. Vinnie's choice of attire when out of swim trunks also seemed to stand out, what with him being in bright pink. Not what you'd usually expect at all.

He'd only just opened his textbook to the page on flower-pollinator coevolution that he'd bookmarked the night before when the whisper caught his ear. After letting out a deep exhale at the memory, Vinnie glanced over at the guy he'd kicked in the face and briefly teamed up with to cream his former trainer.

Well. He didn't sound like he held a grudge over the Venusaur intervening, at least. Maybe it was the nature of detention that placed them on equal standing. They were all momentary prisoners here, after all. Watching him out of the corner of eye, Vinnie leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Yeah," he muttered back, "what about it?"

"Just wonderin'," he responded casually, tipping back even further and sending his eyes to the ceiling instead. "Man, what a pain in the ass that was... I'm in here for the same."

Vinnie turned his head a bit more just to take in how irreverent this guy was about detention. It was a drag, sure, but it seemed a bit like he was making a show of how little he cared. At least he'd made himself comfortable, or something.

"Could've gone better," the Venusaur admitted, looking back at his desk with a contemplative expression. "Sorry 'bout kickin' you in the head, by the way."

"Heh. Not a problem," he replied with a grin creeping its way onto his face. "You were just payin' me back for the sucker punch to the gut."

But of course, there was a reason he'd shown up in the first place to help Red that "involved him" somehow, and he never quite got to figure that out with how hectic everything had been- along with the whole heap of questions buzzing around in his head about this yakuza guy. He could only pick at assumptions on his down time. Mondo dropped his levity and went on to ask, "But I'm curious 'bout somethin'. You know that Red bastard personally?"

Vinnie had to stifle a bitter laugh, being asked that. Considering he spent how many years of his life travelling and battling alongside the trainer, 'knowing him personally' seemed to be a hilarious understatement. But it wasn't like this guy - Mondo, was it? - would've known anyway.

Somewhat sombrely, the Venusaur answered, "He's family." Still focusing his stare down at his own desk, the frown on his face deepened as he continued to elaborate: "I used t'follow him, up until a few months ago."

Under the inference that Vinnie was yakuza, his use of the word "family" only bolstered this wrongful assumption. Did that make Red the head of it? He seemed kind of young for that position. Mondo's attention perked at used to follow, meaning he'd been expelled from the family for some reason, be it for a grievous failure or out of personal will or any other reason that could be picked out. On a gut reaction he peeked over at what fingers he could spot on Vinnie, just to see if any of them were missing.

"Oh yeah? S'cuse me for pryin', but... what made you stop?"

Well, his arms were still crossed, so they weren't too visible. From what Mondo could probably see of one hand, it looked intact...

Vinnie glanced over at Mondo, wondering why this guy he didn't know from Adam would've even cared to ask. All he probably knew of Red was from the actions of that asshole, purple blooded lookalike. Though the Venusaur had to concede that anyone who would've willingly followed that monster would probably be little more than a monster himself. Your trainer said a lot about you as a Pokemon too, after all.

But this guy probably didn't need all the details. It wasn't like he even knew anything about the team's history. So all Vinnie offered was, "I joined him t'get stronger, and I did. But now I need t'get stronger on my own."

Mondo easily found fellow feeling in his quest for strength, but his way of going about it wasn't something he'd personally take on. Sure, he could see how being pushed by the yakuza's demands could toughen someone up quick, so maybe he thought that type of lifestyle was the ideal route for what he sought? He wondered what made him want to pursue a more independent kind of strength away from his family. Maybe what he meant was that he'd discovered the life he chose to lead before didn't suit him or provide him with what he truly wanted, so he needed to rethink his merit and find a way to stand alone without relying on his group? Mondo could wrap his mind around that. Especially if someone like Red was in charge.

"So you just... up and quit? I mean, you severed all these ties you had, and there's gotta be consequences..." There was a faint urgency pushing behind his words like he was in suspense.

"Yeah," said Vinnie with a shrug. It wasn't an uncommon thing for Pokemon to leave their trainer, he was sure - but to disband from a renown Champion might've been unthinkable to some. In the same matter-of-fact tone, he added, "I'll deal with it."

Which probably sounded way more impressive if one was under the impression that these consequences involved a pissed off criminal organization, and not just a pissed off Wartortle.

Definitely more impressive with all the fantastical assumptions Mondo was cooking up over here, but he didn't realize the underwhelming truth just yet. Vinnie had a lot of spine, almost recklessly so, to just 'quit' in spite of heavy retaliation. But he seemed to have made up his mind, and his audacity in the face of his superiors for the sake of a personal principle was something Mondo found himself quietly respecting. He wouldn't want to follow someone like Red, either. Not with the kind of heartless character he'd demonstrated. Though... even if he were a heartless asshole, something struck him as odd. He wasn't exactly someone he'd pin as yakuza, much less the boss of a family. Then again, he was dealing with a strange, foreign place full of strange, foreign people. He was way too young, practically a kid, and he lacked the kind of fighting skills he'd expect out of one. But...

But seriously, why the hell did a guy like him reek of flowery perfume? It's like an entire floral shop strolled on in and sat down next to him, botany textbook and all. Maybe he just... really liked plants.

"Must've been a tough decision. Still, though... You went and backed him up when you saw I was kickin' the crap outta him," the biker pointed out. "So you'd still stick up for him, even though you cut it off?"

Well, that was a bit more... complicated to answer, even in vague terms. Vinnie's personal feelings about his place on the team aside, there was also the added factor of something forcing Red to act in ways he wasn't responsible for. The purple blood suggested that it wasn't just an effect of mind altering drugs, but whatever it was, the trainer had been downright poisonous to everyone around him.

Even knowing that, it still hurt. Red's words still stuck in him like a thorn that had sunk so deep, the skin had healed over it. But it still pained Vinnie to watch him bleed, and to know what this fake had twisted his once-trainer's name and face into.

The Venusaur leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk, a stern air settled over him. The personal stuff aside, there was still a few things Mondo had to learn. "He did shit that needs t'be answered for, I get that. But you didn't know the whole've things before lookin' for a fight, and landin' him in the hospital wouldn't do anyone any good."

With a small shrug, Vinnie lazily flipped open the botany textbook cover. "'Course, that was before I realized he was way stronger than normal."

Edited 2013-09-16 23:58 (UTC)

He whipped his head away from the direction of Vinnie with a "Tch", resenting the hidden implication that he was wrong for picking a fight the way he did, sinking lower in his seat and staring ahead indignantly. "I knew just enough to know he deserved every bruise I gave him. That's enough for me. I don't regret a damn thing, for the record!"

Vinnie focused his eyes down on the diagrams in his textbook as he conceded, "Fair enough. You did what you had t'do. I did the same." He didn't have any hard feelings towards Mondo in particular for the way he acted, and his voice conveyed that acceptance.

Your choices defined who you were. No matter what, Mondo would beat up Red for his transgressions, and no matter what, Vinnie wouldn't be able to walk away. A contemplative tone to his voice, the Venusaur thought out loud, "We're not that different."

Hell, it was a bit like looking into a mirror, a few years into the past.

Edited 2013-09-19 02:47 (UTC)

The short flare-up got snuffed out and rekindled with interest. "Y'think so?" Sure, Vinnie didn't know him very well, and likewise vice-versa, but Mondo was still curious about this assessment.

"Sure." Vinnie seemed fairly chill in this assessment, to the point of shooting Mondo a knowing smirk.

"You might be reckless with the punchin', but you did it t'defend a friend, right? Your heart's in the right place. You just need t'get stronger."

Mondo could have all the good intentions in the world, but he'd still managed to lose himself in his rage when he lashed out - and that in itself was a weakness.

Bullseye. Whether he did something to make his inner weakness obvious or Vinnie was just keen on picking things out of him, Mondo didn't know. He caught the smirk and then ducked his eyes down to his desk, peering at the uneven wood lines but sending his mind elsewhere.

"Wouldn't say you're wrong about that..." Before he'd been found guilty for murder, he wouldn't have admitted it so readily, that he was lacking in any kind of strength. He'd be downright defensive about it. It used to be that he was strong, damn it, stronger than anyone else, and he'd show you how strong he was by knocking you down a peg- with his fists, if you dared imply otherwise. But that strength wasn't a fundamental kind of strength, because when the real heat was on he could rail against the situation he was thrown into as much as he wanted and still be just as vulnerable as everyone else. Mondo had gotten a serious wake-up call back then. Here he was talking to someone who felt just like him, so that might have been what cranked him open further.

"Yeah, I'm known for bein' tough shit. I was the second head of the number-one bike gang in all Japan- the Crazy Diamonds. I can take down a whole gang comin' straight at me with nothin' but my bare fists. I was Hell, a roaring demon on wheels, and I don't take shit from no one. But... despite all that, even I'm aware somethin's missin'." His face screwed up a bit in frustration, like he was trying to make up his mind right then and there. "It's somewhere... in my heart."

Vinnie listened to Mondo with a look of empathy in his eyes. While he couldn't claim to be anything as outrageous as a vice head of a gang (oops), being a Hall of Famer was its own pinnacle, but that by itself didn't solve anything for him. There were times when rank and title didn't mean an awful lot - especially when it came to matters of the heart. Ultimately, it could all be window dressing over a pained soul.

The Venusaur didn't know Mondo anywhere near well enough to tell what exactly ailed him. But considering he could relate, trying to reach out to him felt like the only decent thing to do.

"Hey, look... I don't claim t've found all the answers," Vinnie started, somewhat careful in his tone, "but if y'wanted, maybe we could train sometime. Get some stuff off your chest."

Wooden lines were quickly traded in for the face that had been looking at him. A smile spread across his lips gratefully. "Count me in, man. Been a while since I had that kind of outlet. So what if we don't got the answers? Hell, we'll find 'em. And if we don't, it'll probably be 'cuz we kicked it before we could."

Was that... supposed to be motivating? Maybe to someone who was technically supposed to be dead, and someone who had screwed up just about everything that mattered to him enough to keep living, the idea of dying didn't seem daunting at all. He had nothing to lose, and from his position at the absolute bottom of the barrel, the only way he could go was up. Anyway, it was just a playful remark.

Was that the kind of motivation that bikers were into? Having the kind of lifestyle that led to an early death rather than pursuing self-acceptance and peace seemed like a rather odd ideal to be chasing after. But maybe that was part of the problem too.

Vinnie humoured him with a faint chuckle. Mondo probably meant nothing too serious about it, but it did reflect a little on his mentality. "Well. Hopefully it won't come t'that."

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belatedly realizing i have to make a save re: changing

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Mondo gets detention 4 lyfe

damn pool parties

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