role reversal (or: sena squeals like a girl and felicia is a valiant warrior)
WHO: Felicia (with the blue hair), Sena (with the incomprehensible hair)
WHERE: D-d-downtowwwwnnn
WHEN: 7/16, mid-afternoon
WARNINGS: EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING except not everyone
FORMAT: No
There were seven of them: practically a football team itself cornering him. The illusion was greatly helped along by the fact that nearly all of them looked like they'd be right at home on the defensive line. Actually, perhaps it would have been better if they were in uniform, because the brass knuckles were extremely unnerving.
Not that this situation wasn't already of the pants-wetting variety.
For once, the small, energetic dog wasn't yanking ahead on the leash. Bristled, growling, it did exactly what Sena had begged it to do for five blocks: heel. And if Sena wasn't busy gaping up at his assailants, he'd give the dog a treat.
"Alright, small fry," the man in the middle drawled, cracking his neck. "Cough up the valuables and you and Toto can move along."
"Ah," Sena sputtered. "Uh--well..."
Exit. Exitexitexit. Where were those telltale signs in the line that would lead him out? Could he make it out? Were these guys superpowered? And would that dog let him carry him out?
There were too many things to think about.
WHERE: D-d-downtowwwwnnn
WHEN: 7/16, mid-afternoon
WARNINGS: EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING except not everyone
FORMAT: No
There were seven of them: practically a football team itself cornering him. The illusion was greatly helped along by the fact that nearly all of them looked like they'd be right at home on the defensive line. Actually, perhaps it would have been better if they were in uniform, because the brass knuckles were extremely unnerving.
Not that this situation wasn't already of the pants-wetting variety.
For once, the small, energetic dog wasn't yanking ahead on the leash. Bristled, growling, it did exactly what Sena had begged it to do for five blocks: heel. And if Sena wasn't busy gaping up at his assailants, he'd give the dog a treat.
"Alright, small fry," the man in the middle drawled, cracking his neck. "Cough up the valuables and you and Toto can move along."
"Ah," Sena sputtered. "Uh--well..."
Exit. Exitexitexit. Where were those telltale signs in the line that would lead him out? Could he make it out? Were these guys superpowered? And would that dog let him carry him out?
There were too many things to think about.