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@xxturn--downxx
i'm Turnin! I do thingz most killjoys wouldn't. i never turn down a challenge. catch me on WKIL! my challenges don't go unnoticed!
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Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you đ«” and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
yeah! did it look cool?
(They pause to think, then nods)
i mean, kinda? i don't get hurt. ... that much.
(He scoffs, spitting out some more sand before responding.)
.. I guess, yeah. I didn't see a whole lot before you landed on me.
(His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he speaks. Finally, he shuffles over to Turn, looking over them to see if he can spot the injury.)
What snapped?
you were in the way! not my fault.
(They sit up, not really sure what got hurt themself. Though, once they bend their wrist, they're pretty sure they've figured it out. Their legs hurt too from the.. poor landing, but they're pretty sure it's all good)
... i dunno.
Whatever. Kinda hard to kickflip onto somebody accidentally.
(He murmurs, eyeing the wrist with a little cringe. He's just glad it isn't something too major. At least not too major from what he can see.)
.. I dunno if there's a rescue around here.
(He glances about, not seeing a whole lot.)
(They wave dismissively)
nah, i'm all good. i think i'm gonna ride back.. somewhere, i dont know yet.
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you đ«” and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
yeah! did it look cool?
(They pause to think, then nods)
i mean, kinda? i don't get hurt. ... that much.
(He scoffs, spitting out some more sand before responding.)
.. I guess, yeah. I didn't see a whole lot before you landed on me.
(His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he speaks. Finally, he shuffles over to Turn, looking over them to see if he can spot the injury.)
What snapped?
you were in the way! not my fault.
(They sit up, not really sure what got hurt themself. Though, once they bend their wrist, they're pretty sure they've figured it out. Their legs hurt too from the.. poor landing, but they're pretty sure it's all good)
... i dunno.
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you đ«” and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
yeah! did it look cool?
(They pause to think, then nods)
i mean, kinda? i don't get hurt. ... that much.
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you đ«” and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
(They sit up, definitely feeling more battered than before. Maybe Almie has painkillers... wait. That's dumb, no she wouldn't. ....would she?)
it was a challenge thingy! ... by me. are you gonna throw that, 'cause thats not nice.
He shakes his head with a huff, dusting the sand off the rock before putting it back in his pocket.
"No, no, I'm not gonna throw it at you. Also, that's a shit way to challenge somebody." He retorts, crossing his arms. "You break anything or do ya just like layin' in the sand?"
i dunno. maybe i broke EVERYTHING. rude.
(They slowly sit up, trying to figure out if the pain from trying to catch themself is normal or not)
if my scooter's broken 'cause of you i'll... be very upset.
He rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand.
"Your scooter's fine, it was just a rock. Witch, don't be a drama queen about it." He grumbles. At least from what he saw when he went to get his rock, the scooter wasn't visibly damaged. Then again, he hasn't seen a whole lot of scooters, so he could be wrong.
"If you broke everything, I'm not gonna drag you to a rescue."
(They frown, stumbling up to check on their scooter. Based on the fact that they didn't start sobbing or yelling, it seems to be perfectly fine)
rude. if you get crushed by a piano i'll just laugh at you.
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
(They sit up, definitely feeling more battered than before. Maybe Almie has painkillers... wait. That's dumb, no she wouldn't. ....would she?)
it was a challenge thingy! ... by me. are you gonna throw that, 'cause thats not nice.
He shakes his head with a huff, dusting the sand off the rock before putting it back in his pocket.
"No, no, I'm not gonna throw it at you. Also, that's a shit way to challenge somebody." He retorts, crossing his arms. "You break anything or do ya just like layin' in the sand?"
i dunno. maybe i broke EVERYTHING. rude.
(They slowly sit up, trying to figure out if the pain from trying to catch themself is normal or not)
if my scooter's broken 'cause of you i'll... be very upset.
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
(They sit up, definitely feeling more battered than before. Maybe Almie has painkillers... wait. That's dumb, no she wouldn't. ....would she?)
it was a challenge thingy! ... by me. are you gonna throw that, 'cause thats not nice.
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
I know the feeling, yea⊠are you actively bleeding anywhere, first off?
(He rustles in his bag for his medkit)
I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up too.
uhh.. i dont so? maybe a little bit, but it's just some scrapes and stuff.
(They stare with their big bug eyes)
maybe. do you work here? it doesn't look like it..
I used to help out a little, but I donât work here.
(He listens, and gets some wipes out for the scrapes)
Okay, scrapes it is.
oh. you probably could if ya wanted.
(They can't seem to be quiet for more than a few seconds)
will they hurt? hypothetically, y'know. it won't hurt me.
I absolutely could. Itâs worth a thought⊠they wonât hurt, but they might sting a little.
(He makes a start on cleaning the scrapes, getting out big and small band aids for after)
(They bite back a slightly pained expression)
... doesn't sting at all. i'm just.. really cool, so it doesn't hurt.
Well, thatâs not so bad. Nothing wrong if it does sting though, thatâs just normal.
(He starts on the band aids, making sure theyâre on properly)
nope. i feel great.
(They wriggle around, the movement making the burns all over them sting)
ow..
Youâll feel better once theyâre all plastered up. I have some painkillers here if you need them tooâŠ
(He spots the burns)
Once Iâm done we should sort those burns out.
thank you. i dont think i'll need painkillers though.
(They frown slightly)
okay.
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
I know the feeling, yea⊠are you actively bleeding anywhere, first off?
(He rustles in his bag for his medkit)
I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up too.
uhh.. i dont so? maybe a little bit, but it's just some scrapes and stuff.
(They stare with their big bug eyes)
maybe. do you work here? it doesn't look like it..
I used to help out a little, but I donât work here.
(He listens, and gets some wipes out for the scrapes)
Okay, scrapes it is.
oh. you probably could if ya wanted.
(They can't seem to be quiet for more than a few seconds)
will they hurt? hypothetically, y'know. it won't hurt me.
I absolutely could. Itâs worth a thought⊠they wonât hurt, but they might sting a little.
(He makes a start on cleaning the scrapes, getting out big and small band aids for after)
(They bite back a slightly pained expression)
... doesn't sting at all. i'm just.. really cool, so it doesn't hurt.
Well, thatâs not so bad. Nothing wrong if it does sting though, thatâs just normal.
(He starts on the band aids, making sure theyâre on properly)
nope. i feel great.
(They wriggle around, the movement making the burns all over them sting)
ow..
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
I know the feeling, yea⊠are you actively bleeding anywhere, first off?
(He rustles in his bag for his medkit)
I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up too.
uhh.. i dont so? maybe a little bit, but it's just some scrapes and stuff.
(They stare with their big bug eyes)
maybe. do you work here? it doesn't look like it..
I used to help out a little, but I donât work here.
(He listens, and gets some wipes out for the scrapes)
Okay, scrapes it is.
oh. you probably could if ya wanted.
(They can't seem to be quiet for more than a few seconds)
will they hurt? hypothetically, y'know. it won't hurt me.
I absolutely could. Itâs worth a thought⊠they wonât hurt, but they might sting a little.
(He makes a start on cleaning the scrapes, getting out big and small band aids for after)
(They bite back a slightly pained expression)
... doesn't sting at all. i'm just.. really cool, so it doesn't hurt.
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
I know the feeling, yea⊠are you actively bleeding anywhere, first off?
(He rustles in his bag for his medkit)
I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up too.
uhh.. i dont so? maybe a little bit, but it's just some scrapes and stuff.
(They stare with their big bug eyes)
maybe. do you work here? it doesn't look like it..
I used to help out a little, but I donât work here.
(He listens, and gets some wipes out for the scrapes)
Okay, scrapes it is.
oh. you probably could if ya wanted.
(They can't seem to be quiet for more than a few seconds)
will they hurt? hypothetically, y'know. it won't hurt me.
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
I know the feeling, yea⊠are you actively bleeding anywhere, first off?
(He rustles in his bag for his medkit)
I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up too.
uhh.. i dont so? maybe a little bit, but it's just some scrapes and stuff.
(They stare with their big bug eyes)
maybe. do you work here? it doesn't look like it..
Watch this sick trick B)
*I do a backflip but only get halfway around before slamming into the ground and lying in the family guy death pose*
I-
*crouches down with an audible sound of joints popping and clicking to check for signs of life*
ooouff... owwch... did that look sick or no..?
It⊠you know, it looked great until it didnât.
*He looks. Somewhere between concerned and confused*
Anything hurting?
well.. at least it looked cool at first.
(They sit up, covered in raygun burns, scrapes, and bruises)
uh.. lots.
(He nods, looking them over)
Would you like some help with some of those? Iâm a trained medical professional.
oh, really? that's useful. i think help would be nice. i dont wanna keep hurting, y'know?
