sharpen your teeth

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[surprise surprise, for once there's a Demyx utilizing the gymnasium/training room. he's going to town on one of the hanging sand bags, knocking it back and forth with a succession of quick strikes. you can only spend so much time reading novels and playing cards before you get restless. lately he's been itching to do something destructive and physical, but in lieu of picking a fight he's opted to batter something that won't get him into trouble later.

with one last swing that sends the punching bag reeling a fairly impressive arc, he steps back and shakes out his hands. the unpadded knuckles are red and stinging from all the abuse, but Demyx seems particularly pleased with himself despite the irritation. he glances around the gym, sizing up the other equipment, looking for something else to waste some energy on]

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[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

[this was something you don't see everyday. A Demyx punching. One would this this Xigbar had learned his lesson in harassing others. Especially since every one was different. But he simply couldn't resist dropping in on one of his 'favorites'.]

Well isn't this a rare site... Demyx with enough backbone to punch an inanimate object... Bravo.

[Where was he? Hanging off the side of a wall, sitting as it would see, watching him with a taunting grin. ]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Oh, piss off you old cyclops.



Nice trick there. So you're one of the bizzaro crowd, huh?

[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

Bizzaro crowd...?

[Xigbar was amused. If one of them was from Bizzaro world, it was that guy there. Not Xigbar. ]

Ha, As if. I have nothing to do with the weirds and queers in this place. I'm just plain ol' loveable, screwable, Xigbar.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but where I come from, no matter how much you want to be Spiderman, you still can't cling to walls.

[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

Well, aren't you the little smartypants.

[He laughed as he suddenly disappeared in a puff of purple and black smoke, and appeared on the ground in front of the other.]

Well, maybe we aren't from the same place, but i am pretty sure we could have used a Demyx like you where i'm from... Confident, strong... The only thing you and our Demyx have in common is that you're both hot. [He laughed.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

I try my best~



Glad to break the standard, then. Can't say mucking about without a spine sounds like much fun.

[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

[Yea...Xigbar thought anything with a pulse was hot... Oh wait, they didn't have pulse. Well, anything with a face... Either way, he liked this one.]

So seeing as that you got an opposite thing going on, does this mean you can fight? Saw you punching that bag, looks like you can cause a little bit of damage.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Decent enough that ol' Xemnas thought I'd be useful. Hand-to-hand isn't my strong suit, though. But it's not like I'm some freaky sharpshooter when handling guns, either.

[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! Listen to you, Dude.

[He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one from the pack, and putting it between his lips, he offered Demyx one as well.]

I've been roaming around here for a bit now...Haven't found anyone to screw, but you, i think you might be the one. Ha! [He didn't mean it literally...]

My guns are getting rusty, and i am looking for some action if you know what i mean. [A grin, before he lights the cig.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Well, now. I'm all up for a good spar, but anything more than that will take a little more persuasion than "Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"

[oneeyeddude.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! Oh MAN i love you, dude.

[Yea, that line only worked on Luxord it seemed. But it seemed like this Demyx was going to be a tough nut to crack. He liked a challenge though. Especially one that was willing to 'fight'.]

You're so on dude!

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Awwww, how sweet. I've never been courted before~



Though if you're serious about a fight, I'd be willing to go a round. This place is driving me crazy without anything interesting to do.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[Sora's all too familiar with hand-to-hand combat, especially with the rate that his magazines run out in battle.]

... You could crack a knuckle like that. Need me to get you bandages?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm done with that for now. Gonna do something else. Run for a bit or something.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

You're going stir-crazy like the rest of us, huh?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

God, yeah. I feel like I'm stuck in a box with nothing to do.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

As much as I enjoyed the break for the first week.

[starts to chew on a fingernail.]

Maybe I should entice Roxas into a fight...

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

Excuse me.

[someone heard that, and is peeking over.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Speak of the devil.

'Afternoon, Roxas.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[Sora's head snaps over his shoulder to stare tensely at the blonde.]

Oh... Roxas.

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

You too, Demyx.

[his gaze cuts to Sora.]

Are you proposing something?

[yes, that's a smirk.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he mumbles a 'maybe'. crossing his arms tightly across his chest, he averts his gaze.]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[that's not good enough for him, he's waltzing over and grabbing his chin.]

Answer me straight.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his jaw is stiff in Roxas' hand.]

Nng... I said 'maybe'.

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

'Maybe' is not yes or no. You know I don't like waiting.

[as patient as he is at least, he can hate something and abide by the rules at the same time.]