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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 7:45 pm
Alan's smile shattered when it met the bird-man's fist. The donkeyman flew backwards, hitting wooden wall where the misunderstood claw marks were etched, holding his snout in pain as blood began to drip out. He ran his long tongue along his large teeth; one of them was oddly shapped now and broken, and he could sense the tinny taste of blood.
Alan spit into his hoof-hand. There, amongst the blood-soaked saliva, was the top of a tooth.
He looked over to the two of them, shock and anger in his eyes. No more of this act of kindness, this feigned concern...the Donkey was once again taking over.
"You...you b*****d!" Alan said, jumping out to the birdman who had attacked him, hooves latching around his trachea.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:17 pm
Cecil couldn't breathe, most probably because he had a breathing problem to start with, along with not having part of his throat.
So he started to gag, he feebly tried punching Alan a few times in the head with no avail. Then something in the back of his mind screamed at him to do something.
He put that beak to good use and pecked back, much like how that French soccer player head butted that Italian guy. Cecil really didn't care where he pecked or what he broke, all he wanted was that smiling little b*****d off of him so he can give him another punch.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 8:50 pm
Although he felt bad for the bird guy, Ryan didn't neccisarily want to help; there was no point in getting zapped if he didn't need to be. Besides, they'd both be zapped before something bad happened to either of them. Right?
He stepped back, into the middle of the room, holding up his clawed hands and looking up towards the ceiling. "Look, I'm not doing anything. Don't zap me, okay?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:41 am
Being a red-white-and-blue-blooded American, Alan had no idea who Zidane was, or what connection there was between him and headbutting. When the birdman's beak connected with his eyeball, however, he knew the pain.
"AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" Alan screamed, blood dripping down from his eye socket. His eyeball had been punctured; if one of the doctors were to take a look at it, they would say that it was even salvagable with the techniques used on Zach and Lucas. But the pain, the blinding pain, made him forget everything else.
He got off of the bird man and stumbled back onto the remains of Ryan's bed, still screaming and writhing.
Meanwhile, in the survelience room, the guard on duty noticed a raised heart rate in subject Alan Murrow. His hand hovered over the knockout button. If he didn't calm down soon...well, he was moments away from being buzzed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 2:36 pm
Cecil pushed Alan off, red, sticky blood on his beak. The birdkid wiped it off and walked over to Alan. He stuck out his middle finger and signed ******** you, a*****e!
The signs continued,
You do not mess with-
He felt a huge surge of electricity through his body, and in midsign, he collapsed on the floor.
The guards had been watching the monitors as soon as Alan's heart rate changed, and it seemed they were taking bets on this scuffle as well. The odds were on the donkey. When Cecil won, they decided to give the winner a little prize. Besides, it was their job to do this kind of thing when necessary, just killing two birds with one stone.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:37 pm
Le sigh. And he'd been having such a nice morning. It was all that donkey's fault, even if it had been the bird guy who had started the fight. Now Alan was getting blood all over his nest, too. It was no use trying to restrain the guy, both of them would end up getting buzzed.
Doing his best to ignore Alan, Ryan walked over to the bird guy. Taking his arms, he started to drag the guy out of his duplex. "Well, at least you're getting some sleep now."
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 3:05 pm
With the sudden increased heart rates between Alan, Cecil, and Ryan, it was only a matter of time before the buzzers started going off, and the cameras switched back on.
Although Ryan was doing his best to ignore Alan, he actually wouldn't have needed to try at al. The donkeyman was running around the room, clutching the remains of his eye and screaming. The pain was all that he focued on.
His eye! HIS EYE! He got his eye pecked out, by a friggin' BIRD!
"THAT b*****d!" Alan's voice shifted from gutteral screaming to focused rage. "THAT FRIGGIN' LITTLE ASSWIPE--"
Suddenly, Alan became calm and peaceful. He tumbled to the floor, buzzed, blood still spilling everywhere. Ryan had quite a mess to clean up.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:19 pm
With that, Cecil finally found his sleep, best part was, he didn't even need to wait for the pills to kick in.
Good night....
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