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smash_logs2010-12-17 12:54 am
punchvolcanoes) wrote in smash_logs2010-12-17 12:54 am
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- bulba/venusaur (pokemon),
- erika (pokemon),
- euphrosyne/espeon (pokemon),
- general guy (mario),
- gideon/dusknoir (pokemon),
- green (pokemon),
- kerosene/charizard (pokemon),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- lyra (pokemon),
- marie/squirtle (pokemon),
- max (advance wars),
- milimili/banette (pokemon),
- misty (pokemon),
- nephenee (fire emblem),
- nyx/gengar (pokemon),
- red (pokemon),
- sasha/charizard (pokemon),
- slippy toad (starfox),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- spinny/spinarak (pokemon),
- ulki (fire emblem),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon)
Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!
Who: Sick animals and you
What: Hospital visits!
Where: FDC's Pokecenter
When: Anywhere between the 13th to the 21st!
Warnings: Guys being guys. Mons being mons.
For the next few days, everything was a blur for the both of them. Sasha felt sick to her stomach from everything, being unusually quiet apart from the small talks to the people online. But she was afraid no one would ever want to talk to her again after what happened. Guilty didn't even begin to scratch how she felt, especially after fights broke out in school that seemed to imply her attack was the catalyst. It felt terrible.
Most of her days, she spent watching the IV needles run down and drip, looking over at Vinnie but moving her head away before he could look at her and trying to replay the scenario and see what she could have done otherwise.
She could try to learn from this.
On the other hand, Vinnie had no regrets about his own actions. He was convinced that if he'd personally done anything different, pulled any punches, the results of that day would've been much, much worse. Inevitable as it was, it was the consequences that followed which weighed on him, as much as he tried not to show it.
His sister was tearing herself apart. His trainer was disgraced and his family worried sick. And he had disappointed anyone who might've been his friends. Somehow, he had to make it better. In comparison, his own grief felt irrelevant. Maybe even selfish.
It was probably why he was spending more and more time in his human form, even if it kept opening up his wounds. That way, he wouldn't have to be reminded of what he'd lost in Volgin's mutilation. Two leaves, amputated. It was enough to cripple him as a Venusaur.
Vinnie wanted out of this bed. To stop feeling nauseous and weak and get back into action as soon as possible. Maybe then he'd feel less helpless against everything.
[OOC- please post your date of the visit at the start of each log post 8Dc Also Char shows up after the 15th due to a gun shot to the tail. Green team is facing Red Team after that.]
What: Hospital visits!
Where: FDC's Pokecenter
When: Anywhere between the 13th to the 21st!
Warnings: Guys being guys. Mons being mons.
For the next few days, everything was a blur for the both of them. Sasha felt sick to her stomach from everything, being unusually quiet apart from the small talks to the people online. But she was afraid no one would ever want to talk to her again after what happened. Guilty didn't even begin to scratch how she felt, especially after fights broke out in school that seemed to imply her attack was the catalyst. It felt terrible.
Most of her days, she spent watching the IV needles run down and drip, looking over at Vinnie but moving her head away before he could look at her and trying to replay the scenario and see what she could have done otherwise.
She could try to learn from this.
On the other hand, Vinnie had no regrets about his own actions. He was convinced that if he'd personally done anything different, pulled any punches, the results of that day would've been much, much worse. Inevitable as it was, it was the consequences that followed which weighed on him, as much as he tried not to show it.
His sister was tearing herself apart. His trainer was disgraced and his family worried sick. And he had disappointed anyone who might've been his friends. Somehow, he had to make it better. In comparison, his own grief felt irrelevant. Maybe even selfish.
It was probably why he was spending more and more time in his human form, even if it kept opening up his wounds. That way, he wouldn't have to be reminded of what he'd lost in Volgin's mutilation. Two leaves, amputated. It was enough to cripple him as a Venusaur.
Vinnie wanted out of this bed. To stop feeling nauseous and weak and get back into action as soon as possible. Maybe then he'd feel less helpless against everything.
[OOC- please post your date of the visit at the start of each log post 8Dc Also Char shows up after the 15th due to a gun shot to the tail. Green team is facing Red Team after that.]
real men don't cry
"... It's not your fault," he grumbled into the sheet. Two of his Pokemon... No, two members of his family were half-dead and crippled and he couldn't do a damn thing to help. "You guys deserve a better trainer. One that wouldn't have let this happen."
dammit this never happened
There was no way Vinnie could've ever blamed Red for this. No one was responsible for what had happened except himself.
I'm the one who's supposed to protect you... what do I do now...?
this was not worth the wait at all
no it was worth all the waits
What if I don't get better...?
STILL NOT WORTH ANY WAITS...
What if they didn't get better? What if they were stuck in Pokemon Centers for the rest of their lives? Or couldn't battle or fly or garden or do anything else they liked ever again? What if they got worse? As much as he wished he could, he couldn't just stick them in their Pokeballs and make everything better.
"You will. ...You both will. Even if you d--" He stopped and tried again, "No matter what, I've got your backs. That's never going to change."