[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that
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Keep it DOOOOWWWN!
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Give him a minute to decipher the words....And?]
Damn, you are girly.
Look I ain't gonna fight nobody wit'out clothes on, aight? That just ain't right.
[Whatever, why is he using the journal. He stuffs it into his pants pocket.]
I ain't like that, yo.
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Like whaaaat? I think you're stalling, brat.
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Man, I ain't gonna answer that! I ain't that way, but I ain't gonna be disrespectin' nobody.
[Except, he is. Whatever. He puts up his fists and drops into a stance.]
But whateva'! I ain't stallin'! You ask a question, you get an answer. Now you ready to get yo' face beat in or what?
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An exhibitionist, you mean? I'll take that as a small mercy.
[he grins when he sees Beat drop into his stance] VOI, just fists, huh? And here I was hoping for a challenge.
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I ain't no art piece neither! And I don't need nothin' but my fists. I know they strong 'nuff to handle anythin'!
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Then move.
[he'll rush at Beat and take a swing at his torso.]
[sooo, there must be some sort of irony hiding in here that i play these characters and yet suck at writing fight scenes and html. bear with me XD]
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ooc; and don't worry; take your time.]
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