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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 6, 2023 11:08:46 GMT 9
argent was tired. He sat at the shrine- quiet, since everyone was off fucking around at the new update whatever-
And, for once, he wasn’t there. He wasn’t the guy on the bleeding edge, snapping up the best gear and obliterating the competition. He just- He felt tired. This game felt… different. Angel was different.
Maybe he was different.
He didn’t know what he expected to happen, at the tree. Like Lizard suddenly manifesting like, “Okay! I’m here! I’m all better now! Let’s go fucking dunk!”
But nothing happened. Just the rustle of wind through wilting leaves, and silence. Heavy, expectant silence.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 6, 2023 7:42:23 GMT 9
argent ignored Saint, slamming his shoulder into the door- and nothing gave. He huffed, straightening and glaring at it. He then turned, glaring at Saint- more so when he noticed the fucking baby toy in his hands.
“Escape room? Uh, no?” He said, like this was an obvious question. “Why would I do nerd shit like that?” His free time was spent at parties, or the gym, or playing with the guys. Not… electing to get stuck in a room for several hours.
But he didn’t need to pay hundreds of bucks to know how to get out of a room- He’d been locked in a room before (thanks Michael), and he knew how to get out. It was called, a window they could fit through, and something heavy enough to smash the glass. So, he started shoving the desk under the window, turning appraising eyes to the bed frame.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 6, 2023 7:21:35 GMT 9
In a breath, Finn was caught, snared- He hissed, trying to get free from the fucking chicken costume- it fucking hurt where the guy’s arm brushed against his back- to no avail. What the fuck-
The Kentucky Fucking Chicken’s words were also stupid- why the hell would he run?- which answered itself with the first punch, plowing straight into his stomach and shooting all the air from him.
The next punch was pain, radiating and nauseating, Finn struggling to breath, vision spotting- and then pain, and a sharp crack in his ears, and the taste of blood- Finn coughed, spitting, a hand going up to protect his nose from further damage as he tried again to writhe out of the fucking chicken’s grip.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 6, 2023 7:09:15 GMT 9
Finn looked up at ozone, squinting at him as if trying to discern what he was doing there. The man pointed, going on about only those tattoos and no piercings- why the hell would he get a piercing here?- and Finn huffed, imperiously turning to look.
Most of the pictures… well, they looked like shit. A bunch of stupid pokemon ones- probably because of the con, or whatever- and then a bunch of… shit. Tiger heads, hearts with daggers in them, skulls, flowers… just a bunch of garbage.
One, though, looked less shit than the others. A pair of wings. Displayed, inverted. That… that could work. “This one.”
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Nov 1, 2023 9:01:35 GMT 9
Finn was pissed. He staggered out of the VR booth, not in time to catch sight of most of the asshole adults-
But in time to see the thick, ungainly moltres costume. Who had that been in the game? It didn’t really matter. Old man, old woman, clown. Who gave a shit- they all could eat hands.
And, he fucking did- Finn threw a punch, and slammed it solidly into the side of his stupid foam head. And the foam dented. Finn barked out a laugh, unconcerned even when the Moltres turned, looking at him like a fucking stay puft mascot.
Finn saw the punch coming- the giant bird arms were like fucking air traffic controllers- and jerked to the side, popping at the bird’s head again for good measure. “What’s the matter, old man? Back hurts?”
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Oct 31, 2023 11:30:43 GMT 9
Finn was pissed.
All that shit with Angelo, and he didn't even come back at like one to beg to get back into the room. Like, what the fuck would he care? Maybe Angel was out sleeping by the food trucks.
Or he had gone to spend the night with what's-her-face.
And that made Finn furious. Here he was, footing the bill for all the shit in the dorm, and all the fuckig food, and putting up with all of Angel's shit and glares and snippy little comments-
And Angel's the one who gets to skip off and score.
So, fuck that, Finn went out and found some UNOVR parties, and drank and fucked around.
And found himself squinting at the door of some dingy tattoo parlor. He'd not really entertained the thought of a tattoo- why spend money on art he couldn't easily look at?
But, fuck it. Why the hell not. He shouldered the door open, looking around.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Oct 14, 2023 14:12:58 GMT 9
Finn did not open the door, did not think about Angelo’s stuff, and really didn’t care about lacrosse that much, honestly. He leaned against the door again, and made another insta post. Because why not, honestly.
Hopefully someone would respond with something good. If he had to listen to Angel whine all night, he was gonna lose it.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Oct 14, 2023 13:49:23 GMT 9
Finn rolled his eyes at whatever Angel was prattling about. “Oogh not my girlfriend.” Yeah, sure he flipped his lid like that for everyone. “This is about earlier!” Bingo, idiot, of course it was.
And then he kept yammering about nonsense.
So, Finn was nice, and opened the door (while keeping the swing bar latched. He wasn’t risking Angel getting it. Fuck that noise.), looking at him with an almost bored expression. “See, Angel, here’s the thing.” He said, pinning him in place with a glare. “I know you like to think every little bad thing about me you can, but I have no issue with dudes. Some of my best fucks have been with the lacrosse team. So.”
He offered Angel a smile. There was no kindness in it. “Go, get lost. Get laid. Maybe you’ll feel better.”
He shut the door again.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Oct 14, 2023 13:29:17 GMT 9
TW: misgendering
Thankfully, Finn had forgotten nothing.
Not how Angel stormed off that morning, or how he’d manifested when Finn was trying to pick up a chick, and made everything fucking weird.
No, he had remembered everything. Like to go by the front desk and get his little Dreamer Stamp and also to put on his weepy eyes and ask, very nicely, if they could rekey his room- that his roommate had vanished to go stay with some unsavory people, and he wanted to make sure he was safe in his room.
And of course they had.
Finn leaned back against the door, checking his phone. He’d made some posts, and they were doing numbers on insta. “Huh? Angel? You’re gonna stay with your girlfriend tonight? Wow, congrats.” He called through the door.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 30, 2023 11:40:24 GMT 9
So nothing was going to plan. Fucking great. But what else was new.
So, Finn tried a different game. One that seemed to have fewer cranky old people. But who did it have? Angel.
"Talking to yourself?" He sneered. It was dark as hell, but there was clearly only Angel, and the big stupid spinny wheel. And Finn, who was obviously still pissed about the whole everything. "Is this where you've been? Just... standing in the dark, spinning a fucking wheel." Like it was even that difficult to spin for a prize.
Finn reached past him to spin the wheel himself, to prove that it was actually super easy, and that Angel was just bad at it, like everything else.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 9, 2023 0:25:39 GMT 9
Finn was losing his mind. He'd aimed at one old bastard, and not only had the ball launched itself at another, more annoying old bastard (Tuesday), it hadn't even hit her. What the fuck. Like, what the fuck.
His hackles raised as she spoke to him- patronizing, saccharine- For real, what was with these old people? Weren't they worried the VR was going to give them a stroke? He half wondered if winning was even worth it at this point.
(The answer was yes, of course it was. He was going to win, and show all these elderly losers, and most importantly own Saint. Focus on the goal at hand, Finn.)
At the request of a lighter, he scoffed. "Yeah? Why should I give it to you, though?"
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 8, 2023 1:54:40 GMT 9
And, of course, some old man (Kazuki) had to show up, like he had any idea of what he was talking about. At the unasked for commentary, he sneered back. "Get lost on your way to the bingo h-" He went to catch the ball- and this was certainly the stupid beer goggles- only to get smacked in the fucking face.
And the little miss Antebellum (Tuesday) had to show up, and point her stick at him, and also call him a child? Because... no one knew what a college student looked like? Great. Wonderful. Finn scooped up the ping pong ball, narrowed his eyes, and chucked it at the back of the old fogey's head.
And then of course some other fucking clown (ibis) has to manifest. "What the fuck is wrong with all of you," He hissed, like he had a single leg to stand on in that department.
He opened his mouth again, probably to bitch, when there was a flash of lightning and clap of thunder- the lights of the manor dying, taking an eternity and a breath to come back on. Finn, unaware of the genre, rolled his eyes. Shit ass fucking electricity. House was probably about to fall over.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 7, 2023 0:39:29 GMT 9
argent had come back to the settlement to glare at his pokemon, because for whatever reason the place where people lived was the quiet part. The cats he'd taken from Saint seemed pretty good- much better than what he'd traded for them. A pair of lions rapant- thay was a nice view.
His weird heraldry obsession was inturrupted by something beeping in his fucking ear.
argent, who didn't care about the suffering of others, swiped the notification away. But the the damn player pulsed, engulfed in a big look-at-me plume of light. So the game was going to annoy him to death. argent heaved a sigh, and wandered over to the light show.
Once there, though he offered what's her name a smile. "Hey, you looking for help? I can lend a hand." He said, with a slight tilt of his head. He could waste some time and help out this.... girl. Cat. Dog. Person.
What was with all the animal guys in this game?
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 7, 2023 0:17:35 GMT 9
Finn liked games- some games. Games with scores. Games with leaderboards. Games with clear set winners, and losers. Escape rooms weren't his favorite, but an escape room with prizes strewn about, and a chance to dunk on Saint?
Of course he got in line.
He squinted around the room as he spawned in. Which was made harder by the goggles. Or yesterday's alcoohol. Or both? He had no idea. Whatever. Neither were going to stop him.
He was in the dining room, which was actually the beerpong room. Heedless of the real threat of murder, Finn decided to shoot his shot, and swore when he bounced off the rim.
He jogged to retrieve the ping pong ball, and saw what had been inside the cup he'd aimed at.
It was... a code. Or a bra size. Locker number? Or someone wasted enough to write 43D on a slip of paper for no reason at all.
Ball back at hand, Finn tried again, this time missing the table entirely. "Motherf-"
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 4, 2023 13:57:39 GMT 9
Finn yelped, squawking like some sort of insulted duck. "What the fuck, Angel? You can't take a joke?" He complained. Unfortunately, his drink wasn't spilled by the affront. He got off the bed, glaring through the doorway at Angelo- But he just huffed, stalking into the bathroom. Irritation rose in him, an uncomfortable emotion he thought he left behind in the game.
He was angry, the same way he was when he realized his lizard had been stolen from him.
Well, whatever. He ran the stupid bath with the stupid jacuzzi jets. Fuck Angel- if he wanted to run off and be stuck up, he could do whatever he wanted.
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