malmshodes

Shonen Punk!

Jimmy was a little further than the rest, and so there was a second, maybe two, before the onrush of purple, possibly people eaters, hit him like a bunch of rapid toddlers on supped up tricycles. The only thing was, not that he'd complain, even if there was a break in the action and someone was willing to sit down and listen to him, it didn't feel like it should have. Sure, it hurt, and the air left him like rats abandoning ship, but as far as he could tell, there was no breaking. Not that he's ever experienced a break, but he was still sure nothing broke. He wasn't a fighter, and didn't do well with pain, mostly the physical kind, and was more certain that he'd be immobilized by pain of a bone snapping than he was that the apes were just idiots that didn't know how to do a hug right.

The wave of bodies was enough to send him rolling backwards. Claws scratched at his skin, and fangs bit down, but he was certain nothing was breaking skin, or causing him too much injury, if any. Panic pulled at his mind like a kid with a favorite blanky that got stuck under a car's tire. It was difficult to hold on to his thinking self, but somehow he managed to get a firmer grip on things before the momentum from the initial impact was done away with. Doing what he could, Jimmy managed to add another couple of feet of rolling before he came to a stop. He'd been hoping that would've separated him from the purples, but they were still on him, putting some more oomph into gauging out his eyes.

Trying to get to his feet was pointless, he knew that, after six unsuccessful tries which resulted in him gaining a few inches back, closer to the book shelf. He knew it was there, right behind him like his father who wouldn't let him run away from a fight and stood, arms folded, until he either won against one of his many bullies(which never happened) or came back, covered in bruises with a new limp for the night. No, he didn't have some kind of special awareness that allowed for him to keep track of his location through closed eyes. His head banged against a shelf, and a few books flopped onto the floor with that heavy thud leather books were so good at. The book! Something clicked in his mind, and a connection was mad. Before the closed lids of his eyes, he saw the giant purple gorilla, reacting to a book being tossed. There was fear in the creature's eyes. It moved to stop them from falling. Something about a book caused it to change. He had to do something with the books, but first he had to get one in his hands, which was going to be harder than diamond spade, encased in titanium, even though the closes book was only half a hand's length(No idea how much that was in inches) from his finger tips.

Another bell rang in his head, and this one was only partially a result of his head hitting against something a lot harder than the wood used for the book shelves. With a surge of strength, many people would consider under average for someone his size, he pushed himself against the monkey on his right, and probably got it by surprise, because that was only thing that could account for the amount of distance he got before the little ape pushed him back, harder enough slam his back into the ground, and cover the last of the distance from the nearest book.

With a desperation that would make a wolverine against a pack of wolves seem at ease, he grab a hold of the book, by a few of the first pages, and screamed. "Get off of me you damn dirty apes, or I swear I'm going to tear it. "

Bleach [Shattered Dimensions]

I'm interested, and would like some more info, please ^.^

Godmasks and Devilmasks

Cool! May I, Please, call Anansi, as my character's deity?

Crime Sorciere Chronicles: A Fairy Tail RP

Oh this looks so cool. I can't get anything up now, but I'll try to get up something by tomorrow

Godmasks and Devilmasks

Is this still open?

Shonen Punk!

Sorry about taking so long. Work's been, uhm, too much. I'll either get a reply later tonight, or sometime tomorrow, probably after work.

Shonen Punk!

I'm waiting too, because I can't think of anything I could put right now that wouldn't feel like filler :,(

Shonen Punk!

Sorry about the length. I just wanted to leave something substantial before I had to go to work. ^.^;

Shonen Punk!

There was only so much attention that someone dancing musically to disco could draw. Sure, a strange world, filled with books after what felt like a dying, dancing randomly could pull attention from that. No problem. Hell, it could snatch his focus away even when their was a skimpy dressed young woman, with ease that bordered on herculean. However, when a giant ape appeared out of nowhere, and stood in front of them, that was the exact moment, like a pullet hitting the sharpened end of a dart at the center of a bulls-eye, when Jimmy forgot all about the dancer. He, along with the rest of the world became the furthest thing from the confused individuals mind.

"Huh?" Jimmy muttered, turning away from the dancer to look at the gorilla. (he hoped the thing couldn't read thoughts because he doubted apes with a fashion sense saw being mixed up with monkeys as a compliment.) "I'm not sure which is odder, a library without books, or a gorilla with a hat"(the rest of the outfit worked fine in his point of view.) He opened his mouth again, to ask the ape(not feeling self conscious at all about talking to it) if it knew where they were, or why they were there, or any of the other questions that were bouncing around in his mind like he would be. The words never left his mouth, but instead crawled down to his gut and hid for safety. The gorilla wasn't a happy camper, or city folk, whatever. Apparently, Jimmy did something wrong, at least that's what he lacked to think since unwarranted aggression made him feel like his earlier fear that the universe was out to get him might have some merit.

Fighting was never something Jimmy did, and he never watched it on the television. He read it, or saw pictures of it, occasionally, but that, along with sex scenes, was just something you never got a good feel for from a book, but, if anyone asked his opinion on the matter, the ape knew how to fight, because the first mistake he, and he was certain a lot of others with his background, would do if he wanted to cause harm was hesitate. The damn thing didn't do that. It let him know it was pissed, and then it swung that tree trunk, or arm, at him like he had taken the thing's last banana. Of course, there wasn't time to react, much less move out of the way, and bringing up a limb for defense would've only led to a broken arm. So, the strike connected. Oddly enough, there was a flash of silvery white light that exploded into the world around him just before the impact. He went flying yes, but he didn't die, which he wouldn't realize for some time later.

At least several objects tried to stop him from his unwanted journey through the air. One of them had to have been a shelf of books, the last one, almost certainly. It was possible the books had been left on the floor before he got there, but it was doubtful. Quickly, after a few seconds of daze, he tried to get to his feet, but felt that his chest was still sore from where the limb had hit him like a truck with a lead foot on the gas peddle. "Ouch." He mumbled, getting to his feet. "Freaking jerk." He spat the world like a hot candy someone once told him was cherry flavored. "Hey!" He yelled just as someone was jumping at the ape's head. "I'm not a pinball damn it!" He bent down to grab the nearest book, ignoring all the soreness in his body, and flung it at the ape, not really aiming for anything since he doubted it would do any good, and anyways, the damn thing was too big to miss.

Shonen Punk!

"Uh." Jimmy said. "Hula." It was a good thing he didn't suffer from being self conscious, or that would've made him wince. Lips parted for something else to come out, but he stopped with the sound of someone, youngish, female(or male after a good kick in the stones,) was calling out something about an outfit. Strange eyes scanned the area around him until they latched on to the too young women. He didn't know them. One of them seemed worried about something. "Hey.." he began to ask them, either one really(they were strangers so he was impartial) if any help was needed, but got cut off by the young man in the skateboard who wanted to know if he felt the funk.

"Funk?" Jimmy paused, his eyes blinked nervously like a student that understood the importance of the test that was given out that day, and fully regretted not studying for it over the weekend. "Maybe. Is it like that feeling you get when you've been hiccuping for a long time, and there's a pause, and you have no idea if its done or not? If that's what funk is, then no, but I've had it before, in the past, that way." He pointed behind him, in case time, in this new area, was a physically linear phenomenon, instead of just were things happened. "But not now. I don't feel anything like that." He arched an eyebrow. "If your having trouble with hiccups then drinking water helps." There was a hmm sound, deep in his throat as the man started dancing. "I don't think hiccups are the problem."

There was a problem, and it was silly of him to forget about it. "Oh hey!" He said to everyone in the room, putting a little bit more into his voice in case there were any others he hadn't seen yet. "Does anyone know what's going on? Why were here? Where the exit is? Any relevant information to the circumstances at all? I don't, but I'm a pretty good witness."