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 Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 7:19 pm
"Then how about offering her somethin' else?" Roch said. "Take her a pizza or somethin?" said the boil that always thought about food. He looked around, then shrugged. "Hell, I don't know. I fail when it comes to ghouls, man. Complete and utter fail." He snorted, not very satisfied with himself at all.
"Hey, let me try for a bit?" he asked. "I'll probably fail, but it'll be entertaining!" He offered the bat to the other boil, along with the can.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:20 pm
"I wonder if Hel would like that.." Mot mused aloud, tapping the holster in thought. Mot didn't like big meals, and Hel seemed old fashioned. Maybe she would prefer home cooked? But Mot didn't know how to cook anything.That wouldn't do... "I'll have to find a sneaky way to make it up to her."
Mot blinked and looked to Roch, a grin forming on the reaper's face. "Let's switch it up then, partner." Mot agreed, grabbing the bat and an empty can.
"I have no idea if I can even hit anything with a bat, but here it goes." Mot tossed the can in the air once Roch was ready, and hit it into the air.
((I thought since Roch isnt a shooter I should use high dice rolll >>;;; if tha'ts not cool then lemme know and ill re-roll! <333 ))
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Ice Queen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:07 am
((Nope, it's perfect. I was thinking the same thing<33))
"We could always ask someone to make some spookies for her," Roch told him, thinking of Taryn or Xiu.
When the can took to the air, Roch aimed, lining up the barrel as well as he could. Then pulled the trigger, watching as the pellet hit... nothing. A little grin pulled at his lips and he shook his head. "Again!" he said. "I'm sure I can do it!"
Or not, but hell, it was entertaining.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:14 am
"Here goes another!" Mot called out after retrieving the can. Tossed into the air, the can was then hit with the baseball bat...
Even just batting was fun!
Training rocked!
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Ice Queen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:46 am
Roch leveled his gun, taking the shot again. Then started laughing as he was nowhere near the can. "Jack, it's a good thing my weapon isn't a gun!" he said with a grin. "I'd wind up shooting all the wrong people! Or more likely, no one at all," he drawled with amusement.
"One more shot then I'll show you some stuff with the ball bearings," he told the other boil, bringing up his gun to get ready.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:16 pm
"To be fair, I've had years of practice." Mot laughed, grabbing the can again and giving it a good whack into the air.
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Ice Queen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:16 pm
Roch lined up his shot the best he could, then pulled the trigger. The shot was even worse than his last one, he thought with a snort. Then he shrugged it off, slipping the gun into the holster that Hel had made, looking at it more closely this time.
"Jack, this thing even has designs on it! You can't tell me she didn't want--or..." An evil grin pulled at his lips. "Maybe she was doing you a favor cuz... she likes you or something?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:28 pm
Mot smirked, seeing Roch only just notice the great detail Hel had put into the holsters. He was mighty proud of his neighbor's efforts.
However, Roch stopped mis sentence when he was going to say something about---
"What?! No!" Mot stammered with a reddened face. It was just too easy to see in contrast with his pale skin, hat or no hat. "She did it because she wanted to!" He insisted, fidgeting with the handle of the bat. He tried to distract himself from this talk by getting another cold pop to start drinking again.
Hel? Like someone? Pshawwwww~! If she did it wouldn't be a weakling like himself, that was for sure.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:31 pm
"Dude, Mot, she barely KNOWS me," Roch said. "But she made me this awesome holster for a jackin' pellet gun. Why? Because you ASKED her to," he teased. "She's got to like you. I mean, you always do stupid s**t to show off in front of the people you like, right? Look at me, I--"
Whoops. So... so... SO whoops. "Er, never mind about that."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:41 pm
Roch might have been making sense... did.. Hel.. like like him? That was just crazy! She was just overly generous! So what if she blushed that one time because his hair was away from his face, and the fact she was always worried about his health and---
AAAAAH NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS!
Mot was getting ready to come up with more reasons why Roch was so very wrong, but he found an even better opportunity when he slipped something juicy.
Mot paused, raising a brow. "You.. what? You show off? For who?" Mot said incredulously, leaning over to narrow his hidden eyes at the punk.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:44 pm
"I would like to say, I show off for EVERYONE," Roch said, which, if you thought about it, was completely and utterly true. "But... uh... well..." he went on as his neck turned red from embarrassment, "I might have... ah... well... jackdammit, I got a crush," he muttered, scowling. "A really, really stupid crush, I even dedicated a song to her at Riley's booth and everything."
And there, it was out. Sort of.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:47 pm
Attention away from Mot? +1
"Seriously?" That's one big crush! "You've got some serious balls to dedicate a song to her. Who is it?" Mot asked curiously, tossing the bat aside for the time being. Mot hadn't gone to the second run of the campaign booths. Who knew he had missed so much?
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:49 pm
"Heeeeeh, and you expect me to answer that without you doing something to get it?" Roch asked, evilly. "No way, no how, because then you'll definitely have something to tease me about. Nope."
He headed over, scooping up the can and tossing it in the air. "How about we make a bet over it? And not just telling, something even worse," he said evilly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:55 pm
"Dang, almost had you." Mot said with a tsk, snapping his fingers in defeat.
However, it seemed Roch wasn't done. The reaper looked curiously at the punk. "What could be worse than that?" Mot asked, a hand slipping into his pocket while he took a swig of pop with the other. Aaaah~ Tasty cold beverage.
A bets. Somehow, no matter how horrible, he could not say no to a bet yet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:56 pm
"You hit this can I'll CALL my crush and sing a jackin' song to her. You don't, you sing to Hel, as thanks for the holsters," Roch said, tossing and catching the can, an evil grin on his face. "Over the phone."
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