[LOG...??] When you give a baddie an IM program...
Who?Sakon & Hidan
Where? The heavily moderated cyberspace from which our characters post their journals! (pretend they're using Rendezvous/Bonjour, okay?)
When? Evening/night of May 26th
What? Internet convo with everyone's favorite pretty boys! :D Now who doesn't want to read that? Whoever doesn't isn't normal.
Warnings? Lots and lots of cussing and offensive language and stuff, none of which we actually mean.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Sup, bitch?
H8myJ0b: Not much, fucker.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hell you've been up to?
H8myJ0b: Shit. You?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Pretty much the same. Damn.
H8myJ0b: Suck.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Say...that neighbor girl of mine stopped by.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Told me everything.
H8myJ0b: Princess Bitch is your neighbor?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Yeah, I'm the one who sent her your way, she didn't tell ya?
H8myJ0b: Nah. If she did I wasn't paying any fuckin' attention.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Typical. Damned bitch...nice thanks, seriously. Anyway, you like her? Naive, huh?
H8myJ0b: You could say I'm gonna have fun.
Rather Fee1 Pain: "Fun"? Oh do tell.
H8myJ0b: She's so friggen innocent. Even when she tries to cuss it sounds like some little girls damned whining, like the first dang time she's ever swore. Haha.
H8myJ0b: Priceless.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Probably is the first time, you know. She doesn't seem to understand that she's here for good...you notice that?
H8myJ0b: Yeah. I didn't say anything though. I'm sure Bastard will tell her if they talk. No doubt he will try.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Good luck to him. I find, personally, it's much more entertaining to play it up.
Rather Fee1 Pain: You know I got her eating out of the palm of my hand already.
H8myJ0b: Do you?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Yeah, real easy, you know? Just told her that I'd help her out. That was it.
H8myJ0b: She's too gullible. Worse than Ukon.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hey, better for us. Well, me. She hates you too much to listen to you.
H8myJ0b: Eh
H8myJ0b: A lot of my bitches hate me, don't mean they won't listen.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Ahh, if there's one thing I can tell about this one, is she's the rebellious type...well, when she catches on at least.
H8myJ0b: Well if she doesn't wanna work for a stripper corp. then she better fuckin' listen.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Tch. She can always come work for me. Ka-ching. That would be the day, right?
H8myJ0b: Pft, she'd blow me first, you wanker. Haha.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Wanna make a bet? I could call her over here right now and win that one.
Rather Fee1 Pain: She wouldn't touch you with a 50ft pole even if you forced her to.
H8myJ0b: You know I don't make bets.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Good, you'd lose anyway.
H8myJ0b: Which is why I don't gamble. I leave it to the sick fuck of a brother. He likes to play with his life.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Oh, yeah, like when you throw him out of windows? What was that, poker or blackjack?
H8myJ0b: Texas Hold 'Em.
Rather Fee1 Pain: ...right.
H8myJ0b: Whatever.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Well that's between you and your better half. None of my business.
H8myJ0b: Che, better half. How's yours?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Like I fucking care?
H8myJ0b: You don't friggen know and you see the fuckwad everyday?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Barely. We don't talk all that much, and frankly, I don't care enough to ask about his damned day. Mine usually sucks enough as it is.
H8myJ0b: Shame.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Why, got a crush on him, want to know what he's up to and all that?
H8myJ0b: Not particularly.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Thought, you know, maybe you can't get the women to fuck you so you'd moved on to men...my bad. You're still a fag though.
H8myJ0b: That hurts, deep fuckin' down, where I don't have a heart.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I'm heartbroken for you, seriously.
H8myJ0b: It means so much to me.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Great, now just don't go trying to hit on me, and we'll be good.
H8myJ0b: 'least I don't have to pay my bitches to fuck me.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hah. I don't pay a dime. Hell, those nasty hoes line up at my door. Not that I'd fuck 'em anyway, they're dirty.
H8myJ0b: So Ukon's not the only one hanging low.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Then again I don't need that shit to assert my manliness.
H8myJ0b: Aw, did you finally start to wear pull-ups?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hey, how about this: fuck you.
H8myJ0b: You know you fuckin' wanna.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Oh, yeah, because you're not the scrawniest, ugliest little shit this side of town.
H8myJ0b: I know I'm not.
Rather Fee1 Pain: No, you're right, you're not. You're the scrawniest, ugliest, and stupidest. Looks like you caught me.
H8myJ0b: Guess I did.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I'll try harder next time, I promise.
H8myJ0b: Trying harder might mean a hemorrhage. Best not fuckin strain yourself.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I might enjoy that.
H8myJ0b: Probably would.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Glad we can agree on something.
H8myJ0b: Perfect
Rather Fee1 Pain: Now don't get too excited. You might hurt yourself.
H8myJ0b: I'll be careful, mom.
Rather Fee1 Pain: There's a good lad. Give mommy a little hug before you go back to playing with your little friends?
H8myJ0b: Ugh, pass ma.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Pff. Your loss, brat.
H8myJ0b: Whore.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Slut.
H8myJ0b: Bitch.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Bastard.
H8myJ0b: Cuntfuck.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Usually, yes.
H8myJ0b: Ha.
Rather Fee1 Pain: *bows* Thank you, thank you. I'll be back tomorrow night, same time, same place! You've been a wonderful audience.
H8myJ0b: *claps*
Rather Fee1 Pain: You're just too much, seriously.
H8myJ0b: I know.
Rather Fee1 Pain: That's about all you know.
H8myJ0b: Ukon's bitchin'. I'll see you around, Fucktard.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Fuck you~. ♥
Where? The heavily moderated cyberspace from which our characters post their journals! (pretend they're using Rendezvous/Bonjour, okay?)
When? Evening/night of May 26th
What? Internet convo with everyone's favorite pretty boys! :D Now who doesn't want to read that? Whoever doesn't isn't normal.
Warnings? Lots and lots of cussing and offensive language and stuff, none of which we actually mean.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Sup, bitch?
H8myJ0b: Not much, fucker.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hell you've been up to?
H8myJ0b: Shit. You?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Pretty much the same. Damn.
H8myJ0b: Suck.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Say...that neighbor girl of mine stopped by.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Told me everything.
H8myJ0b: Princess Bitch is your neighbor?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Yeah, I'm the one who sent her your way, she didn't tell ya?
H8myJ0b: Nah. If she did I wasn't paying any fuckin' attention.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Typical. Damned bitch...nice thanks, seriously. Anyway, you like her? Naive, huh?
H8myJ0b: You could say I'm gonna have fun.
Rather Fee1 Pain: "Fun"? Oh do tell.
H8myJ0b: She's so friggen innocent. Even when she tries to cuss it sounds like some little girls damned whining, like the first dang time she's ever swore. Haha.
H8myJ0b: Priceless.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Probably is the first time, you know. She doesn't seem to understand that she's here for good...you notice that?
H8myJ0b: Yeah. I didn't say anything though. I'm sure Bastard will tell her if they talk. No doubt he will try.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Good luck to him. I find, personally, it's much more entertaining to play it up.
Rather Fee1 Pain: You know I got her eating out of the palm of my hand already.
H8myJ0b: Do you?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Yeah, real easy, you know? Just told her that I'd help her out. That was it.
H8myJ0b: She's too gullible. Worse than Ukon.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hey, better for us. Well, me. She hates you too much to listen to you.
H8myJ0b: Eh
H8myJ0b: A lot of my bitches hate me, don't mean they won't listen.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Ahh, if there's one thing I can tell about this one, is she's the rebellious type...well, when she catches on at least.
H8myJ0b: Well if she doesn't wanna work for a stripper corp. then she better fuckin' listen.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Tch. She can always come work for me. Ka-ching. That would be the day, right?
H8myJ0b: Pft, she'd blow me first, you wanker. Haha.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Wanna make a bet? I could call her over here right now and win that one.
Rather Fee1 Pain: She wouldn't touch you with a 50ft pole even if you forced her to.
H8myJ0b: You know I don't make bets.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Good, you'd lose anyway.
H8myJ0b: Which is why I don't gamble. I leave it to the sick fuck of a brother. He likes to play with his life.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Oh, yeah, like when you throw him out of windows? What was that, poker or blackjack?
H8myJ0b: Texas Hold 'Em.
Rather Fee1 Pain: ...right.
H8myJ0b: Whatever.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Well that's between you and your better half. None of my business.
H8myJ0b: Che, better half. How's yours?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Like I fucking care?
H8myJ0b: You don't friggen know and you see the fuckwad everyday?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Barely. We don't talk all that much, and frankly, I don't care enough to ask about his damned day. Mine usually sucks enough as it is.
H8myJ0b: Shame.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Why, got a crush on him, want to know what he's up to and all that?
H8myJ0b: Not particularly.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Thought, you know, maybe you can't get the women to fuck you so you'd moved on to men...my bad. You're still a fag though.
H8myJ0b: That hurts, deep fuckin' down, where I don't have a heart.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I'm heartbroken for you, seriously.
H8myJ0b: It means so much to me.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Great, now just don't go trying to hit on me, and we'll be good.
H8myJ0b: 'least I don't have to pay my bitches to fuck me.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hah. I don't pay a dime. Hell, those nasty hoes line up at my door. Not that I'd fuck 'em anyway, they're dirty.
H8myJ0b: So Ukon's not the only one hanging low.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Then again I don't need that shit to assert my manliness.
H8myJ0b: Aw, did you finally start to wear pull-ups?
Rather Fee1 Pain: Hey, how about this: fuck you.
H8myJ0b: You know you fuckin' wanna.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Oh, yeah, because you're not the scrawniest, ugliest little shit this side of town.
H8myJ0b: I know I'm not.
Rather Fee1 Pain: No, you're right, you're not. You're the scrawniest, ugliest, and stupidest. Looks like you caught me.
H8myJ0b: Guess I did.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I'll try harder next time, I promise.
H8myJ0b: Trying harder might mean a hemorrhage. Best not fuckin strain yourself.
Rather Fee1 Pain: I might enjoy that.
H8myJ0b: Probably would.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Glad we can agree on something.
H8myJ0b: Perfect
Rather Fee1 Pain: Now don't get too excited. You might hurt yourself.
H8myJ0b: I'll be careful, mom.
Rather Fee1 Pain: There's a good lad. Give mommy a little hug before you go back to playing with your little friends?
H8myJ0b: Ugh, pass ma.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Pff. Your loss, brat.
H8myJ0b: Whore.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Slut.
H8myJ0b: Bitch.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Bastard.
H8myJ0b: Cuntfuck.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Usually, yes.
H8myJ0b: Ha.
Rather Fee1 Pain: *bows* Thank you, thank you. I'll be back tomorrow night, same time, same place! You've been a wonderful audience.
H8myJ0b: *claps*
Rather Fee1 Pain: You're just too much, seriously.
H8myJ0b: I know.
Rather Fee1 Pain: That's about all you know.
H8myJ0b: Ukon's bitchin'. I'll see you around, Fucktard.
Rather Fee1 Pain: Fuck you~. ♥