ext_1114581: (Fuck you bitches I'm awesome)

[identity profile] staygold-wario.livejournal.com 2011-12-06 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Wario saw the girl, clearly noting that she was just "minding her business," which would make it all the more hilarious to pelt her with snow.

So, Wario hid behind another conveniently-located tree and threw one at the girl. Oh this was rich.

[identity profile] punchpokeballs.livejournal.com 2011-12-08 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Wario? She was pissed, absolutely pissed. She turned her direction with her cheeks quickly charging up, and now trying to pinpoint who the bastard that hit her.

"Come out now and I'll consider sparing your life!"
ext_1114581: (Blush)

[identity profile] staygold-wario.livejournal.com 2011-12-08 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh shit was that... Was that electricity coming out of her cheeks? Clearly Wario had underestimated this girl. Really, she just looked like an ordinary non-electric girl!

But it was still hilarious to see her reaction. Oh yes it was.

The only thing to do now was to run. So, Wario ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him, far away from that scary blonde girl.

[identity profile] punchpokeballs.livejournal.com 2011-12-10 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yep, and thanks to her sensitive ears, she can manage to pinpoint someone's fat legs running.

"Come back here, you son of a bitch!" She said in anger as she ran quickly close to where Wario is.
ext_1114581: (CLOSE-UP)

[identity profile] staygold-wario.livejournal.com 2011-12-10 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. She was gaining on him. He couldn't outrun her. If only he had his motorcycle with him! He could only pull it out of thin air when he was in the Stadium, but not here.

Still, her reaction to being hit with a snowball was pretty damned funny. He kept running, trying to zigzag here and there to throw her off, but it probably wouldn't work.

[identity profile] punchpokeballs.livejournal.com 2011-12-17 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, try as you may Wario, but she has her heels on you and was ready to choke a bitch if she had to.

Even with the fat man's pathetic attempt to shake her off by running in zigzags, Chika went straight ahead, not caring anything but to hit her target with a thunderbolt. Which, admittedly, wasn't as strong as usual thanks to the cold, but enough to burn some fat off from the bastard.