#clackerss

@clackerss

it’d been hours since the fight against Ringo Roadagain, Johnny’s forehead had just healed and Gyro decided to take a break. Johnny was thinking how much longer they could go on without running into anyone, that didn’t last long though.

He saw the man some ways away. They had two more days until they meet the finish line of this round. He and Gyro were just awhile behind, middle of the group, but near the front if they didn’t spend much time here. His friend was collecting firewood for tonight’s fire, Johnny was keeping stock of their items.

   AS IF COMPLETELY LOSING ONE OF HER TEETH HADN’T BEEN BAD ENOUGH, Dorothy had nearly lost her life all those weeks back. She had known that the choice to take on such an occupation would certainly lead to some dangerous situations-- BUT NOT THAT SOON. And, out of everyone that could have rescued her from that... thing, then... It had to be this guy. 

   The concept of PRINCE CHARMING long since flown out the window (The moment he had not only wounded her PRIDE, but one of her more important orifices), there were actually times when Dorothy still couldn’t believe that he of all people had actually saved her in the end.

Sydney didn’t want his only day off in a long time to consist of running wildly down a crowded city sidewalk, but it seemed that the world was against him that day. 

First of all, he fell down while putting on his clothes so he was already rocking a few bruises and cuts. The bandages wrapped around his wounds were tight and uncomfortable, but it was better than asking for help with them. Secondly, multiple people confused him for a girl while he was going down the street. He usually didn’t have an issue with that, but he wasn’t dressed up at all and was in shorts instead of his normal skirt. Thirdly, and most importantly, there were posters of Bubblegum Meltdown everywhere. He felt like he couldn’t escape them. 

The final straw was when he saw a bunch of people grouped around a radio listening to one of his songs. Of course it had to be the one that he hated the most, where his vocals were the most squeaky and obnoxious. He felt an intense sickness toward anything he recorded before or during puberty. Unable to take seeing and hearing exactly what he was trying to escape from anymore, he broke out into a sprint with his head down. Fighting back tears, he went as fast as his legs could go, not caring about who was on the sidewalk. 

That was until he ran face first into a rather large stranger. Or rather, said stranger’s surprisingly pronounced chest. Since he was running as fast as he could go, his head was spinning from the impact.