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smash_logs2010-12-09 04:41 am
punchvolcanoes) wrote in smash_logs2010-12-09 04:41 am
Helter Skelter
Who: Sasha, Raikov, Vinnie, Volgin and Marie
What: Talking. Okay no, we lied. Talking leads to much more terrible things.
Where: Outside, just on the school gate's outskirts
When: December 12th
Warnings: MARIE'S DIRTY MOUTH. Okay, more like Volgin, Raikov and Vinnie's haha.
Christmas! The holiday flowed like a bowl of phall and spicy bbq wings in Sasha's mouth. Pure, delightful eating bliss. She sat on one of the metallic benches, looking over at the city lights, sometimes letting out a small burst of flame and laughing at the way it danced in the cold heat before fizzling out. She wore the new school outfit, covered by a fireproof winter coat and hat that had been pierced to allow her horns to peek thought.
But ahh! Christmas! Out of all the celebrations Sasha enjoyed during the year, this was her favorite. Everyone standing around in a warm fire, drinking hot chocolate (or in her case cacao and spices mixed together). Where Santa, his eight Stantlers and his army of Delibirds would give out presents to all the good little boys and girls and their Pokemons (or so it was told) when they slept.
She was waiting for Vinnie and Marie to show up; they had agreed to go shopping and she was a full ten minutes early, a little too excited for her own good. They'd probably both take more time anyway, not being particularly big fans of the winter weather in general. It was such a shame too! Sasha loved snow. It reminded her of all those times in the caverns together. Waking up to undo the presents (had Red bought them? Was it really Santa? IT WAS A MYSTERY). She was so preoccupied with replaying the memories in her mind that she didn't notice the man slowly walking close by her.
What: Talking. Okay no, we lied. Talking leads to much more terrible things.
Where: Outside, just on the school gate's outskirts
When: December 12th
Warnings: MARIE'S DIRTY MOUTH. Okay, more like Volgin, Raikov and Vinnie's haha.
Christmas! The holiday flowed like a bowl of phall and spicy bbq wings in Sasha's mouth. Pure, delightful eating bliss. She sat on one of the metallic benches, looking over at the city lights, sometimes letting out a small burst of flame and laughing at the way it danced in the cold heat before fizzling out. She wore the new school outfit, covered by a fireproof winter coat and hat that had been pierced to allow her horns to peek thought.
But ahh! Christmas! Out of all the celebrations Sasha enjoyed during the year, this was her favorite. Everyone standing around in a warm fire, drinking hot chocolate (or in her case cacao and spices mixed together). Where Santa, his eight Stantlers and his army of Delibirds would give out presents to all the good little boys and girls and their Pokemons (or so it was told) when they slept.
She was waiting for Vinnie and Marie to show up; they had agreed to go shopping and she was a full ten minutes early, a little too excited for her own good. They'd probably both take more time anyway, not being particularly big fans of the winter weather in general. It was such a shame too! Sasha loved snow. It reminded her of all those times in the caverns together. Waking up to undo the presents (had Red bought them? Was it really Santa? IT WAS A MYSTERY). She was so preoccupied with replaying the memories in her mind that she didn't notice the man slowly walking close by her.
I'm sorry this post took a million years
With a dull thud, the Venusaur was a collapsed heap on the ground. Sparks flickered across his skin, and even as he tried to summon the strength to get up again, his limbs wouldn't respond. There was smoke wafting from his electric burns, and lights dancing furiously across his vision. Blearily, Vinnie tried to make out what was going on. Something moving, there were... sounds...
It was so easy just to let unconsciousness take him. Too easy. But he still had to fight. Still more enemies, a... smaller man, it seemed like he was saying something. And running towards them. Right. The electric asshole had backup. The one who fired the gunshots. Shot his sister.
He was... going to shoot him too, wasn't he. The Venusaur was a sitting, paralyzed duck. It was a numb realization. All it took now was a bullet to the brain. If he was dead, Sasha was going to die. He couldn't let them...
Vinnie had to defend himself somehow, even in this state. The cloud of poison spores still hung around him, like shimmering dust, but even they were starting to dissipate. Pouring all his willpower into what his floral half had left, Vinnie begged his body to move.
Please, anything.
If he was going to die, he had to make sure Sasha wouldn't.