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Oct 27, 2008 20:05

Day: 10
Characters: Antubis (antsolute), Orochimaru (dr_snakey_pants), Gary (relaxfriend), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A long overdue revenge against one anteater god who doesn't know his place.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT / early morning
Status: Closed, Ongoing

How do you become number one? By breaking number one. )

#place: patient block: cells, † orochimaru, † antubis, † paul morlock, † gary smith

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antsolute October 27 2008, 20:58:57 UTC
Anubis had, once again, gotten too comfortable with sleeping, and even worse, sleeping soundly in the cell of an asylum. The last think he'd ever have expected to happen was for Paul to decide to come bother him right now. He'd assumed that the brat was still fuming over the humiliation of being milested by the security and having the nurses deny him Mary. So, of course, he was sound asleep and hadn't heard or noticed Paul stepping through the wall and looming over him menacingly ( ... )

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relaxfriend October 28 2008, 03:25:01 UTC
Moments like this were why Gary had brought with him a chair leg.

He wasn't used to swinging a weapon, since he usually used his fists or let someone else fight for him, but he had to do baseball in gym, so he knew the basics. He knew how to stand, how to position the bat to hit a ball.

He imagined the small of Ants' back was a baseball. And then he swung like he was going for a home run. He'd never made one of those-- he never cared enough to put effort into anything other than dodgeball in gym-- but he was damned sure able to aim for something only inches away from him.

"Down boy," Gary told the ex-furball-- sometimes furball? He'd have to ask Paul to elaborate on that later again. He was surprised to find himself laugh a little, this short little bark of a laugh. swinging the chair leg was a bit of an adrenaline rush. "What, we can't talk or something?"

Gary wanted to swing again, a few times, but he glanced over at Paul. This was his show, right? Gary was just taking advantage of an invite.

And what a sweet invite it was.

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andgettingworse October 28 2008, 20:03:23 UTC
Fuck.Paul wasn't ready for such a quick, determined reaction, and hell, sixty years of being untouchable in the most literal sense hadn't helped his reflexes. It had been way too long since he had last been in a fist-fight, and if he hadn't been so ignorant of such things and so distracted by the fist that had hit his head, the searing pain in his jaw, and the death god pinning him against the wall, he would have felt old now ( ... )

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antsolute October 29 2008, 06:15:11 UTC
He raised his fist again, all too eager to strike Paul again. He'd told the boy once before that he would erase him from this world properly this time, and not leave it up to rewriting the past to erase Paul's future ( ... )

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