MacCaislin: Ok. Just warn me before you get weird again... Krissy 80: I think it's PMS again. okay? MacCaislin: sure. Krissy 80: I have convenient excuse. MacCaislin: Curse you, you..you...female, you! Krissy 80: wow, I'm... female? MacCaislin: yes Krissy 80: I wouldn't have guessed considering how most people see me. (Self-pity alert) MacCaislin: hey! stop that Krissy 80: ::smacks self so hard she spins around and goes flying:: MacCaislin: ::watches, amazed:: Krissy 80: ::punches self in the stomach and then pulls hair, so hard that her head flips around 160 degrees:: MacCaislin: Krissy...you need to lay off the Fight Club re-viewings for a little.... Krissy 80: ::ceases literally kicking her ass for a second and looks up:: Fight Club? whass 'at? is 'at a new college 'ing? MacCaislin: Um, no. It isn't and you know it. You're not Tyler Durden. Krissy 80: sounds like a guy's name... thought I was a girl... Krissy 80: but in this day and age... damned yuppies. Krissy 80: ::hiccup:: MacCaislin: erm. Krissy 80: I knew I shouldn't have drunk that water. MacCaislin: water? From where? MacCaislin: the Absolut bottle? Krissy 80: that's water? Krissy 80: it tasted funny. MacCaislin: Only if you're Neil. Krissy 80: I don't have little collectable sluts in my pockets like he does. MacCaislin: "I choose you, Debbie!" ::cue shot of pokéball opening:: MacCaislin: "Debbie, scissor-attack, go!" ::waif attempts scissor-kick and falls, breaking an arm:: Krissy 80: "Traci, cat scratch, now!" ::Vamp lunges forward, swipes, misses, falls, and breaks a nail. Begins to cry:: MacCaislin: "Debbie, return! Go, Julia!" Krissy 80: um... she has mescaline, Traci! ::drugged-out vamp stops crying and runs at Julia, growling and drooling:: MacCaislin: "Julia, bite!" ::skater-chick bites Traci's shoulder:: Krissy 80: ::vamp starts to curse everyone out, then pulls out a slip of LSD and sucks on it:: fuck it. Traci, return! go Selene! MacCaislin: "Julia, bi-sexual attack, now!" ::Julia slinks toward Selene:: Krissy 80: ::Selene starts to babble about sisterly love and communion with the moon. the two join hands and wander off into a corner. "Your pokéball or my pokéball?":: MacCaislin: that's rather enough of that joke. MacCaislin: I was going to finish the "traditional" 3-Pokémon per battle, but nah. Krissy 80: oh well, I guess "Anya" will have to wait for some other opportunity. MacCaislin: as would "Penelope". and wtf is up w/ my choice of names? Krissy 80: got me.