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smash_logs2011-11-29 11:01 pm
punchwaves) wrote in smash_logs2011-11-29 11:01 pm
water and electricity.
Who: Volgin and Marie.
What: Marie stop getting in fightsNO.
Where: The stadium.
When: Wednesday December 7th, 6:00 AM.
Warnings: Actually a lot of violence.
All of this pent up frustration Marie had was boiling over. The terrible tension between him and Vinnie resulted in- what seemed like- a permanent knot in his stomach. To relieve the feeling, usually Marie just found a convenient time and place to cry. But after trying that method, he was starting to feel aggressive.
What better place to take out his aggression than at the school's stadium? The morning he found no one anywhere near the area, Marie spawned a sandbag on the Battlefield stage. After double-checking that no one was watching, Marie stepped onto the stage with bare feet.
He started the sandbag off with a rather weak punch that left him nursing his fist after the impact. A frustrated grunt and Marie knocked the dumb thing over with Water Gun. Once it was down, he went at it, kicking as hard as he could.
What: Marie stop getting in fightsNO.
Where: The stadium.
When: Wednesday December 7th, 6:00 AM.
Warnings: Actually a lot of violence.
All of this pent up frustration Marie had was boiling over. The terrible tension between him and Vinnie resulted in- what seemed like- a permanent knot in his stomach. To relieve the feeling, usually Marie just found a convenient time and place to cry. But after trying that method, he was starting to feel aggressive.
What better place to take out his aggression than at the school's stadium? The morning he found no one anywhere near the area, Marie spawned a sandbag on the Battlefield stage. After double-checking that no one was watching, Marie stepped onto the stage with bare feet.
He started the sandbag off with a rather weak punch that left him nursing his fist after the impact. A frustrated grunt and Marie knocked the dumb thing over with Water Gun. Once it was down, he went at it, kicking as hard as he could.
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He came even closer still, soon enough towering over the boy, listening intently. The sandbag made an audible squish as he set his foot on it, pressing; a possible preview of what was going to become of poor Marie if he did not think of something quick.
Electricity crackled.