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BLAZE INTO THE NIGHT

Who: Mondo and Jock.
What: RIDING WILD AND FREE.
When: May 27th at twilight.
Where: Chris wanted them to meet in the men's room so I said okay sure. Then they'll go out in the city.
Warnings: SOME, THAT'S FOR SURE.

Ever since he got the bike he rode in on fixed up and working smoothly enough to ride without any mechanical malfunctions, Mondo liberally abused every opportunity to take it out for a spin. The first time had been like one great big cathartic release of pent-up restlessness, the frustrations tied to emerging from all the situations that rendered him helpless and depressed blowing to pieces as he lost himself to the wind.

It should be no surprise, then, that that's where he was headed. HOW EVER. First things come first. You gotta take a piss before you head out because you never know when your bladder's gonna rebel in the middle of unwanted nowhere. It kind of puts a damper on the fun.

So our gripping tale unfolds here, in the smelly sanctuary of the men's restroom. With Mondo parked at a urinal. You're very welcome.

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Jock, meanwhile, was braving the men's restroom because he had to pee. And he wasn't allowed to just go pee on everything outside when he was being a human, like instinct told him to in his heart of hearts. He was guarding Blue super good, but even super good guards had to relieve themselves every now and again.

So, he was going to the little gentleman's room, for the purpose of peeing. Into the urinal. Like a good boy. And not just finding a convenient tree on the school grounds. There was a hideous encounter with some sort of Drilbur-man-thing during his first week here that convinced Jock that was a bad idea.

And so, to the men's room Jock went. Where he found his Very Good Friend Mondo also using the necessary.

"Hi, Mondo!" he said cheerfully as he walked up to the urinal right next to Mondo. Jock, bro, that's bad form. Everybody knows you're supposed to leave a urinal between you and the other guy if you can.

Edited 2013-05-28 05:53 (UTC)

No one likes to be surprised like that when they're in the middle of taking a piss. If this were just any old asshole, he might have earned some fighting words. Oh, but look, it's Jock. Since this is obviously Jock, and Jock has already demonstrated that one: he is actually also a dog and two: in being part dog pokerman, he has some awkward human moments, it's a lot easier to let this faux pas slide. Mondo flashed a warning glare that meant 'take a hint' before transferring into a friendlier demeanor.

"Hey," he casually replied. "It's been a while." Apparently he was... okay with the lack of personal space?! And striking conversation in the midst of urinating- two big transgressions have just occurred. No one around here takes restroom etiquette seriously. Someone needs to tell them both they're being wrong.

Max walked in and saw the two chatting at the urinals.

"I didn't realize this was social hour," said Max. "Didn't nobody ever teach you two that urinal time is supposed to be a private moment where you don't look at or care about nothin' but the wall in front of you?"

"I've been guarding mom," answered Jock, as he fought the urge to lift his leg and instead just took care of things like a regular human guy. "It's a very important job. What have you been doing?"

"Since it's kinda boring around here, I was just about to roll out into the city," replied Mondo, finishing up his business. "Don't know if I told you, but I got my bike all fixed up and ready to ride. Took it out more than a few times to see how it handles, and it ain't half bad. For a mysterious bike I ended up teleporting here with somehow." More like a bike he was going to be executed on.

He tucked his hands against the back of his pants and lowered his head a bit, following a brief train of thought. "'Cept it gets pretty lonely, riding out by myself all the time..."

"Mom has a bike!" said Jock, finishing up his business. "It has a bell and everything. I like going up and down the bridges on her bike and chasing her as she goes really fast." Zzzzzzip. He looked down at his hands and realized he was supposed to wash them. Gross.

He made a face and walked over to the sinks along the wall. Stupid water. It was dumb and stupid. He plunged his hands in and wiggled them about enough to make a pretense towards washing them, then pulled them out and wiped them on his shirt.

Mondo scoffed, realizing Jock didn't get it, and then started yelling, somewhat appalled by the idea that he even thought that's what he meant. "Not THAT kind of bike! I meant a motorcycle! What kind of guy do you think I am?!"

"I DON'T KNOW," said Jock, yelling back at him. "WHERE I'M FROM THE ONLY GUYS ON MOTORCYCLES ARE KINDA BURLY-FAT AND MOST OF THEM HAVE BEARDS."

"WHAT?! WHY THE HELL'S THAT?" yelled Mondo, again, only louder because apparently Jock raising his voice means he needs to keep raising it too. "WHAT KIND OF TERRIBLE FUCKING PLACE ARE YOU FROM?"

The restroom was also a terrible fucking place to be in right now, what with all this unnecessarily loud banter echoing off the walls.

"MOM'S FROM KANTO, I'M FROM JOHTO," shouted Jock. "IT'S A GREAT PLACE. WHY DO I HAVE A BEARD?!? IT JUST HAPPENED. WHY ARE WE YELLING?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!" answered Mondo, shoutingly. "YOU JUST STARTED YELLING SO IT MADE ME WANT TO YELL TOO!" Never mind that he started it.

Cool your jets, Oowada. There's nothing to scream about. Realizing how pointless this was, he let out a stream of breath and spread out his posture some more. "Anyway, guess I'll be going then..."

An idea struck him just as he was about to shuffle off. A wild and fantastic idea. His mood changed like the sun popping out of a stormcloud.

He didn't have to be so alone anymore.

"Hey! Wait a sec. You're not up to anything right now, are you? How do you feel about riding with me? I'll show you how thrilling it is to break 200km on the highway!"

Jock thought for a moment.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I want to do that. I love going fast. I want to see if it's faster than me."

Fun fact: Arcanine can run 10,000 kilometers in a single day. Which means that they run at 416 km/hr, assuming that they never stop running for a break, not even to pee.

Now this piqued his curiosities.

"I remember seeing you run. You were really fast. Never seen anything move that fast when it wasn't running on an engine."

You know, besides jets and stuff that go faster than anything on the ground. But that's completely different than watching a large quadruped barrel across a lawn at breakneck speed.

"We could test it out in a race! Sounds like you're trying to challenge me," he added with a determined grin, the competitive spirit of his kindling from within.

"Well, I want to ride on the motorcycle, too," said Jock. "Then we can have a race. I want to see what it's like to ride on one, first. Motorcycle guys in Unova go pretty slow. If you're that slow, I'll beat you easy."

You think you've seen Jock moving at breakneck speed? You haven't seen anything at all, Cornhead.

Cornhead will get a run for his money later. Right now, it's time to ditch this smelly pisshole and go ride into the night.

"Oh, sure! Sounds like a plan!" exclaimed Mondo with a bright and eager smile. "I don't know nothing 'bout those deadbeat old bastards in Unova or wherever, but I'm definitely faster than them! More skilled, too. Bet they've never leaped across a moving drawbridge in their entire boring lives."

"No, though a lot of them do ride around near bridges," replied Jock thoughtfully, as he followed Mondo Cooler out of the little gentlemen's room and into the brilliant night.

And so, the pair of young, predictably rambunctious men embarked on a journey together toward the parking lot. Just on the verge of this flat pavement valley full of straight white lines was the garage where auto shop classes were held. Inside of this garage was a bunch of mechanical projects, one of them being Mondo's motorcycle. It was covered in tarp to discourage any wild ideas from troublemakers. Out of sight, out of mind, hopefully. But you've got to admit, it was still a looming component of the garage, even if it was against the wall somewhere.

"Here it is," announced Mondo as he ripped the cover off the bike, revealing a specimen that looked very much like this, sans Mondo because Mondo's not on the bike yet, and sans Monobear because not even here at all (there IS a god!). He ran his hand across the fairing and patted it like it was his baby. "Huge, ain't it? Think it's a custom so I don't know its specs in detail, but it's a monster out there," he proudly declared. "If there's anything I can be thankful for, it's that I got sent into this loony bin school with a good bike, at least."

It would be a shame to let it get used for its original purpose, though. Then again, that was probably all set up to further feed into the sake of "despair". What a laugh...

"Oh my gosh there's an arcanine on the front," said Jock, who thought this was the best bike in the entire world.

"This is the best motorcycle I've ever seen."

Initially confused by this proclamation, Mondo craned a bit backwards just to have a better look at the paintjob in its entirety again to see what he was making an excited fuss over.

"Uhh, think that's a tiger, but..."

"What's a tiger?" asked Jock, in total seriousness.

"Are you being real with me? It's a big striped cat that lives in the jungle. It's like... you, only a cat and not a dog," explained Mondo, helpfully and descriptively.

Edited 2013-06-16 20:57 (UTC)

"That's dumb," said Jock. "Cats are stupid. You should get an arcanine on the front instead," he suggested.

"Hey, you know somethin'?" replied Mondo with his face livening up. "That's a great idea! As far as I'm convinced, you're way cooler than a tiger! ...It's not like I even picked them out in the first place, so." Except the paint had been touched up since the vehicle got scrapped up, but that wasn't the point. He kind of liked the way it looked, so he didn't have the will (OR FUNDS) to change it yet. Maybe he should go River City Ransom on everyone and make them barf up coins.

"I will pose for the painting. I will be the front of your motorcycle," replied the Arcanineman.

"Where do I sit?" he asked, excitedly.

"You sit up there, on the seat," Mondo told Jock as he decided now would be a good time to mount the bike. "What, you expect to sit on the tires or something? Come on, get behind me and let's go!" He already began jolting it to life without even waiting for him to hop on, implying that if they were going anywhere then they were going now and he should definitely pile on or else he was going to miss a chance of a lifetime.

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I need a dramahands icon for this

WHY DON'T YOU?!?!

I WOULD HAVE TO DRAW IT THAT IS WHY

I'll just use my wild imagination to mentally conjure it

ASK YOUR BROTHER TO DRAW IT FOR YOU make sure he adds in enough muscles and a pikmin

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6 day wait. Promptly kill me.