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Natsuko-neko rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 4:17 am
This gym had such a different atmosphere. Kazuka could almost taste the rage in the air. It was enough that even him, who usually was rather calm and reserved, was this close to going on a RAGE fit. A small snarl appeared on his lips as he looked at the tables in his way with a glare. Maybe he could use this rage to bust through? He balled up his fist then punched, throwing his body weight into it. Much to the reapers surprise, and pain, his fist connected with a table that was NOT made of wood. He stood there in shock for a moment before an angry glint appeared in his eyes and he let out a low growl before stalking off to get his smarting hand fixed up. Those tables were going down next time even if he had to bring a chainsaw.
(Natsukoneko)
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:30 am
Herryk was not having a very good day.
After graciously accepting two fish to the face and a spring from a broken clock to the chin, Herryk was ready to jack s**t up.
Perhaps another time, Herryk.
Approaching a table and with a loud, keening cry, Herryk drove his fist into said table, only to find out it was made of stone.
"Herryk is very upset right now!" he shouted at nobody in particular before shuffling away from the stone table.
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
23
Total: 23 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:50 am
Muka was riding high after winning a badge in another gym. He was feeling much more confident in his table smashing abilities. Was his confidence wasted?
Of course it was! His fist connected with the surface and the pain rippled up his arm. Last time it was metal.. this time? ROCK.
Letting out a whine the strix fled the scene. Embarassment wasn't usually a problem for him but with such bad pain he didn't want to anyone to see his smile turn into RAGE.
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xdeathxbyxlovex rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 9:29 am
Attica just doesn't know when to stop. Her body says, stop this nonsense can't take the pain but the her mind says that it has to beat this game.
She drew her hand up and slammed it down on the board to feel the pain that she has come accomsted to.
"I will not stop till I win this"
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_ggone_________________ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
72
Total: 72 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:43 am
Those clocks...those endlessly aggravating clocks...
Cat knew instantly which Gym he wanted to visit next. Prize or not, he wanted an excuse to punch something. Oddly enough he was usually quite good at swallowing his anger and shrugging it off with a Smile; a good Cat never rage quits, after all. But something about these people. Something about this person's gym in particular. It wasn't as terrifying as the pink and sparkly Gym. It wasn't as irritating as the lake where people threw fish at you, or those gosh-awful clocks.
It was...hatred. It seemed to seep into every inch of his being whenever he drew near.
It was time to punch some junk.
Of course, seeing red so severely, Cat failed to recall just what had happened last time he was here, only intent on punching the ever-unliving out of some tables. Later he would recall his first attempt, and with no surprise realize why his second attempt had gone so poorly. But for now;
CLANNNGG~!
For the second time, a reverberating shockwave shot up from Cat's fist, bounced all the way through him and sent him shuddering away from the metal table he had slammed his fist into. Somewhere under his ribbons, a set of sharp teeth were chattering with the vibration, and, gathering all the dignity he had left, Cat turned and stormed (with a little extra bounce) away from the Gym.
(minis name: hostel)
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sleepZombie rolled 1 100-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:45 am
Aislin was beginning to seethe, darkly colored fog puffing from the gaping hole in her throat like an angry freight train. She whipped around, turning to the closest table and eyeing it. Who in their right mind would make tables made of rock and metal look like plain wood? And then ask people to punch them?
The ghostling's only solace was that she at least would never suffer any bruising or real damage aside from the debilitating EMBARRASSMENT. She took her time, stepping between the many tables, until she found one that she was sure. Was sure. Was made out of wood.
With narrowed, suspicious eyes she pulled back a fist... and hesitated. For a brief second she considered the fact that even if she found a wooden table, she STILL might end up just bouncing off it's surface and not breaking it. And then it was gone. Because there was NO WAY she would let a table get the better of her.
So she punched.
And then there was a lot of heated, raving shouts. Another Jack loving rock.
(( minis : sleepZombie ))
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Trira rolled 1 100-sided dice:
42
Total: 42 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:16 am
Kallos was back, and this time he was determined to actually check and see if the table he was going to attempt to punch was made out of wood or something else. He wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, oh no he wouldn't.
Usually Kallos wasn't this critical about something so usual as inspecting an object. But he felt some weird emotion, somewhere in the pit of his ectoplasmic inky being, that made him feel...feel...almost angry.
There had to be something in the air.
Yeahh, that was it.
In any case, as Kallos went up to the to-be-smashed tables again, he actually reached out first and felt a few of them, making sure they felt like wood and not something else...like stone, or something.
After a moment, he finally just shrugged, a bit fed up with all of this Gym, and gave a half-hearted punch into the nearest table.
You know, the table he'd forgotten to check.
The haunt reeled back, clenching his hand with his other, as waves of throbbing pain jarred through his fist.
Again. He'd hit a STONE table again. Why hadn't he felt that one before attacking it? Whyyyy?
Nursing his injured hand, Kallos left once again.
((Minis name is trira. ))
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Ice Queen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:51 am
He was trying it again. Roch figured he was an idiot, and nothing at this festival was proving him otherwise, so when he slammed his hand into a metal table he didn't even curse. He just stood there, a look of pain on his face as he pulled his hand slowly away from the table and shook it.
If he kept coming to this booth he would wind up having to see Cricket, and that thought made him sick to his stomach. Stupid not table tables.
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Kanth rolled 1 100-sided dice:
25
Total: 25 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:08 pm
Moving to punch another table, Marosa found out that this particular one was made of stone.
The joy of joys; along with his hurt hand he now had a bruised knuckle, and his fingers were completely numb.
He had to keep trying to find that badge, though...
(( User: Marosa ))
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Mediciner rolled 1 100-sided dice:
85
Total: 85 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 2:36 pm
A vespian is nothing if not determined.
It was beginning to become instinctual, remembering the pangs of pain from each failed fist to table connection. Something within Vero twitched alive at the sight of the overturned tables and the squawking birds - a predator would create that feeling of anxiety within its prey, one of nature's creation or not.
They watched it carefully, almost jeering in their caws. Vero's dark eyes blinked once, twice, three times. And then narrowed.
It was not a common bee. It was a vespian, a spirit of nature. A drone, true, but one of Halloween Town nonetheless. It could take on a simple challenge. Punch a table and get on with it.
Ah, if only Vero's physical strength matched its will. Maybe then the pain of hitting yet another meal table wouldn't ache so bad.
[SN = Mediciner]
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 3:02 pm
Artemis was pissed. So pissed, actually, that he could piss pure rage into a pink urinal and still make it sound manly. Twice, TWICE, he had failed to open a clock... WITH A HAMMER. WTF BRO.
So yes, bro, Artemis was mad.
Oh hey, was that a table?
PUNCH.
Oh, ow, owowowowowowowowow, what the hell man?
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
90
Total: 90 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 4:43 pm
((Blade kuroda))
Letting out a huff, Jericho took in a few deep breaths while glaring at the tables. He would bust his way through. He had to. If only so he could punch Rage in the face.
Yes.
He could do this.
Snarling, he launched himself at the nearest table to try and punch it apart.
"AUGH!" he cried out as his fist met with another metal table. These not-really-wood tables were really starting to piss him off.
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Manda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 6:42 pm
Aksaja wandered up just in time to see Jericho encounter what might be the very same table that he found earlier. He winced in sympathy at his fellow dragon's cry, then (a bit nervously) picked a table of his own to punch.
Really, they couldn't ALL be that hard, right? "Haha, yes!" Aksaja said, as the table proved to be NOT metal. Then he spotted something small and yellow fell out from under it. "Huh? A minipet?" Quickly, the lightning dragon picked the thing up and stuck it into a pocket. "You look pretty little, so I'm gonna take you back to my room for now," he murmured, as he wandered off.
(( profile: MandaGaia ))
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Natsuko-neko rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 1:52 am
Kazuka had come back to the gym with a small frown on his face. He had noticed before that leaving said gym before had made him calm down quickly from his uncharacteristic rage. Once he was inside again he felt the anger bubbling up with in him but he stomped it down this time. He looked at the table and, still with a frown on his face, punched at one that didn't look like it was metal. Unfortunately it was made of rock, how had he missed that?, and now his OTHER hand was injured. He made another pain filled hissing intake of his breath and, out of anger that he couldn't fully control, kicked the table in 'revenge'. He thankfully didn't hurt his self farther and once again went off to the nurses office.
Natsukoneko
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