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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:25 pm
Charlie could only stand there in horror. He wasn't sure what to do. So he stood there with his mouth opened and stared.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:20 am
"Oye, Mot! Why didn't you tell me you had a van??" Roch glowered at the phone for a moment before pushing the speeddial for Mot. It was number 3. Then he waited impatiently for the bandit to pick up again. Mot "-stares at phone- ....Hello?" "C'mon, man, you could have TOLD me you had a van! You know the stuff we could do with that??" Mot "I DO NOT HAVE A VAN! CHARLIE IS LOCO! LOCO!!" "Well... damn. Let's get you one!!" Mot "....-audible sound of palm smacking forehead-" "We can paint it up real awesome, too! Then we'll take road trips!!" "Who says I can't? Well... okay, not legally, but still, man!" Mot "-sighs- Good luck with that." "Thanks!" Roch hung up, grinning. "I'm gonna haveta find a van!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:48 am
Charlie felt him self slowly backing away the longer Roch talked on the phone to Mot. He didn't get far. A rock caused the demon to trip backwards on his a**.
"Offfff..." His great escape was foiled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:07 am
Roch turned to Charlie, still grinning. "Dude, if he had a van, do you KNOW how many pizzas he could bring us?" he asked enthusiastically. "We could have enough for a party! A massive party! Or we could put drums and guitars and amps in it and go play gigs around town! Man, that'd be awesome!"
Clearly no one had ever explained the danger of strangers in vans to Roch. Sad, sad thing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:38 am
The one thing Charlie had learned was that strangers were bad. Mkay.
And the look of pure disgust shown clearly on his face. But... it would also happen that Charlie was not a being of logic. He was one that reacted with his emotions. So, logically, Charlie was illogical.
"Nooooooo!!!" He flailed, "Vans are baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" There had been one nice imaginary van he'd met with Lattice once but that was another story. The subject of vans in general got a very negative reaction out of the boil. It was clear if the subject was pushed further Charlie was going to bail. He was already backing up.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:47 am
Roch looked at him blankly. "Oooohkay," he finally said. "We won't get a van." He held up both hands in an attempt to calm the other boil. "Vans are bad." Which, seriously, he didn't get, but this was Charlie. It didn't have to make sense.
"Want to go back to practicing?" he offered, holding up his phone. "I bet I can do it without falling on my a**!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:03 pm
Practice sounded good. Charlie gave the reaper a small nod before he helped him self back up.
"Alrght." Charlie meekly agreed. "I'll stay for practice. CAUSE Its hilarious to watch you dance," He gave the punk a smart as smile. Yeah, Charlie was asking for it now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:11 pm
Roch frowned slightly, instead of replying to it. "I know how I can learn it," he said, grinning evilly abruptly. "If I'm tryin' to kick you, I'll definitely get it down! So hold still, Charlie, I gotta practice!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:20 pm
"WHAT! THATS THATS NOT DANCING!" Charlie backed away from the boil in shock. " I don't want to be kickedddd," He cowered protecting him self with his long sleeved arms. For the moment, it would seem that Charlie had forgotten he was gifted with flight.
"H-how about we settle this at the gy-gym..?" He was still cowering.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:33 pm
Roch rolled his eyes and shrugged off his vest, rolling it up and tossing it at the other boil. "Hold this right in front of you," he said. "Don't worry, I won't kick YOU," he said. "But I'll definitely take you up on the gym sometime!"
He motioned, showing Charlie how to hold the thick wad of cloth. "There," he said. "Tap, tap, double kick, kick," he said, doing it--shockingly, perfect now that he wasn't thinking of it as dancing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:35 pm
Charlie held the pillow and used it as a shield for the reaper to practice. His wings were neatly folded to his back. It took all his will power to fight the instinct to use them as shields.
But all and all, Roch really wasn't trying to hurt him. This surprised the demon. He watched Roch with wide eyes from behind the vest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:42 pm
He did it three times, perfectly--it was so strange, when he had a target, he could totally do it! Then stopped, grinning. "You want to go to the gym?" he said, taking his vest back.
"But be gentle with me, man, I'm still healing from the field trip." He turned, revealing a huge bandage across his upper back. "But either way," he went on, shrugging his vest back on, "I need practice." And he wanted to make sure Charlie could fight. The last thing he wanted was his little buddy to run into hunters with no ability to defend himself!
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:46 pm
"I-I need practice too. Okay Roch!" He gave the reaper a nod, "Lets go!"
And with taht he spread his wings and took to the sky only to pause mid flight to give the reaper a friend thumbs up and starting off. His pace was slower then it could have been so as not to lose track of the reaper.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:47 pm
Roch shrugged and chased after the flying fallen angel. This should be entertaining.
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