Good Times in 'DC (A continuation from the chat)

[Kenny]

"Stephanie, hi!" Kenny replied, surprised to see his cute brunette friend. The guy she was with was nowhere to be seen.

"He's err.. been knocked out by a punch - I don't know if First Aid will be very useful, but ok!"

Kenny lowered his body slowly, supporting his head and easing him onto the floor. Looking around he noticed most of the crowd had left leaving just those extra curious lingering about. He turned to Stephanie and motioned her down with a nudge.

"Work your magic."

[Stephanie]

Stephanie knelt down by Matt's side. He looked so pale and lifeless, Stephanie's eyes welled with tears. But she had to pull herself together, for Matt's sake.
She inspected him slowly to see if he any broken bones from the impact of the punch or fall. It looked like he hadn't. She gently laid a hand on his chest and felt the rhythm of his heart was slow and faint. She opened his mouth, by pushing the chin downwards, and it automacitally popped out She felt his hairy buzz brush against her fingers. She slowly pushed him to his side to stop his tounge rolling backwards and choking him. 15 to 30 seconds passed and Matt still didn't awake.
'We'll need to call the ambulance.'

[Kenny]

Kenny knelt on the floor next to Stephanie as she tried her best to make light of the situation. He admired what Stephanie was doing and wished he would have taken a First Aid course himself. Kenny had many opportunities before, but he didn't think he'd ever be stuck in a situation that would require it. Boy was he wrong. Kenny rested his elbow on his knee and then rested his chin on his hand. His jeans stuck to the dance floor as if there was gooey glue. In reality though, it was spilled beer and sweat.

Yuck..

The thought distracted him from the situation at hand.

The dry-cleaning bill..

"We'll need to call an ambulance!" plead Stephanie. It seemed she'd done all she could. The First Aid didn't help much.

Kenny scooted over to Matt and placed a hand on his chest. His breaths were shallow and his complexion a ghostly white. Stephanie was right, Matt wasn't in the best shape.
Maybe the punch gave him some head-trauma.. internal bleeding!?

These ideas sent shivers down his spine and he hesitated no more, digging out his cellphone and dialing the emergency services.
"Hi, could I please get an ambulance to Lark Nightz nightclub please. There's been a fight."

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and he wipe it with a shirtsleeve. Slowing rising up onto his feet he felt a little faint himself. The whole ordeal was something he wasn't used to.
"Steph, could you please stay with him.. I really don't feel too well." And with that, Kenny staggered over toward the bar stools to have a sit down. Strangers along the way provided necessary support as he began to lose balance.

[Stephanie]

Stephanie watched Kenny stumble back to the bar and collapse onto a chair. He didn't look too flash. Stephanie wondered if these sorts of situations made Kenny dizzy, like she did when she saw blood. She also thought it was strange and dangerous that he hadn't known what to do. As soon as Matt was at the hospital and being taken care of, she would tend to Kenny.
Waiting for the ambulance seemed like forever and day. Stephanie stroked Matt's cheek. It was cold. She wished she had a blanket of some sort to cover him. It annoyed her somewhat about how everyone esle seemed to go about their business and didn't ask how he was doing, as though an unconsicous man at a night-club was a common sight.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Stephanie's hands travelled over her dress and she found it was damp, and it smelled of beer. Her perfume and cleanliness had evaported dramtically.
I can't wait to take a shower... I stink!
'Let me hava nother go at him, little dicx!' She didn't need to turn around to reconginze the source of the voice. She stood up and found herself face to face with the drunken man who had punched Matt earlier. He had disappeared, but now he had returned. Stephanie felt her blood boil with rage at the sight of him. To think he was the cause of all this..
'Don't you think you've done enough damange already? I'm going to press charges against you!'
The man sneered, showing his yellow teeth.
'Is that so, pretty girl?' he leered.
Kenny, help me!

[Faltalis]

Matt’s mind was in a dizzying illusion. He dreamed he was floating threw the heavens. Flying effortlessly threw the clouds. In the distance he spotted an angel, she told him that she was in trouble and needed help.

The mysterious angel floated away and to Matt’s surprise he started plummeting to earth. Falling faster than terminal velocity Matt was headed to his obvious demise. But just as he was about to hit the ground he woke up with a jolt.

Matt coughed up blood and opened his eyes. His vision was bad and only could see in blurs. His head was throbbing and his ears were ringing.

Was it all a dream he thought?

Threw the ringing of his ears he heard a voice of a woman scream for help.

Then it struck him, it was Steph!

He used every once of his body to try and get up, but it was no use. He flopped over in a dizzying daze. Unable to help the girl that looked strangely familiar to the angel in his dream.

[Stardio]

Simon walked outside, eager to escape the heap. When suddenly...

Wild Pikachu has appeared!

FIGHT - PKMN
BAG - RUN

~FIGHT

*Simon uses Charmeleon!

~Agility - Flamethrower - Mega Toss - Ember

"Charmeleon! Use Flamethrower!"

*Charmeleon uses Flamethrower.
*It's Super-Effective!
*Pikachu receives 333 damage to HP!

*Pikachu uses Spark!
*Charmeleon receives 3 damage to HP!

FIGHT - PKMN
BAG - RUN

~BAG~POKEBALL~Ultra-Ball

*Simon uses Ultra-Ball
*Bracing...
*Bracing...
*Bracing...
*Pikachu successfully caught!

~Would you like to give Pikachu a nickname? Yes - No?
*No

Simon continues travelling home.

[Kenny]

The solid bar-top felt cool and sticky under his bare forearms. Kenny leaned into it and rested his face in his hands. Ugh.. It was strange for him to feel so faint. He wasn't usually one to get anxious.

"Excuse me, a glass of water please," he asked a passing barmaid. She must've realized Kenny wasn't feeling too hot, because she got it for him immediately.

He took a big mouthful and gulped it down. The drink was ice-cold - sending a surge through his insides. And it brought him back to reality. Kenny sat up straighter and sculled the rest of the water down. Taking a moment slap himself in the face - something he did to discipline himself - he was ready and good to get back to Matt and Stephanie.

Swiveling 180 degrees in the stool, he planted his loafers onto the floor and headed back to his friends with a comfortable and steady stride.

-tap tap
"Kenny!"

It was Lauren. She was standing there with an expression that said; "where the bloody hell have you been!?!"

Before she could let a word out, Kenny pressed a finger to her lips. "I promise to tell you all about it in just a little bit!". Grabbing a hold of her warm hand, he lead her back to the others.

Arriving back at the "scene-of-the-crime", he was surprised to see that prick of a man who'd struck his friend Matt earlier. And he was sneering wickedly at Stephanie, who looked to be having an argument with him.

Kenny tightened the grip on Aly's hand and turned to look her dead in her emerald eyes.
"Go get some security asap and bring them here, okay?!" Releasing his grip, he paced toward the enemy. His blood began to boil.

"BACK THE F*** UP!" he shouted to the still sneering man. Upon hearing Kenny's outburst, his expression changed to one of amusement, and then to anger.

Seeing that Kenny was smaller than him, the man snickered. "You better watch your mouth, punk! And you better get ready for a beat-down!" His hands formed in bowling-ball fists before Kenny's eyes.

Steph's expression - especially those ocean-blue eyes - plead for help - louder than any words could.

Screw it. Kenny wasn't going to wait for security to intervene. They'd already slacked, and this was apparent since this guy still hadn't been kicked out. But what could Kenny do against someone so much bigger than him? Surely any punches would merely bounce off his doughy body.

Okay..
Although he loathed the idea of what he was about to do, it seemed the only quick-fix, and he definitely needed to act now.

With that, Kenny dashed at the man at an angle - and barely avoiding a raging swing from one of his tree-trunk arms - he ducked under and unleashed a devastating left knee - right into his groin area. A blatant, blatant, blatant low-blow.

It's like a code amongst guys that resorting to such an act (hitting below the belt) is the lowest of lows - no pun intended - but to be fair, this was barely a situation to be considering any sort of etiquette or code.

His kneecap crunched violently into his opponent.

The man let out a grunt that ripped through the air. Everyone nearby saw the man's knees buckle before giving out to his weight. He clutched at his groin and fell to the ground on both knees. His eyes glazed over and his breathing became shallow.

Out of nowhere, a guy emerged from the crowd of onlookers and delivered a perfect looking, HARD right-hook to the cheek of the downed man. It was beautiful. It was also lights out for the bully.

Then, much to Kenny's surprise, a girl emerged from the same group of onlookers and charged up to kick the now knocked-out giant in the ribs. She was wearing pointed, crimson-red stilettos. This gave Kenny a new appreciation for those shoes.

"Whoa.. what-" but before he could continue, he got intercepted by the girl, who then intertwined fingers with the guy from the crowd.

"Oh my gawd!! I've been wanting to do for sooo long!!" she said with delight. "That a***** is the biggest perve and he's such jerk! Hfe's been hitting on me and my friends for now, and he won't leave us alone! Even when our boyfriends are with us!"

Kenny let out a hearty laugh and glanced at the "a*****", who was still unconscious and now in the fetal position. "Feel free to kick him one more time!" he joked - to which, she did. She didn't even let go of her boyfriend's hand when she did it.

The couple said their thanks to Kenny and disappeared back into the crowd - just as Lauren arrived with Little Timmy the bouncer.

Lauren gasped at what she saw. "Kenny.. what happened?!" She ran to Kenny's side and clutched his arm.
"Are you okay??"

"I'm absolutely great!" Kenny replied, smiling victoriously.

Timmy muttered some profanity under his breath and boomed out what Lauren had asked moments earlier;
"What went down here!?"

[Stephanie]

NOTE:
Wow, a long time since I've posted! Lazy me. Just a quick few things I want to say before remusing.
I was getting sick of protraying my character as this ''OMG HOTTIE>333", so I've decided to instead have her as more a Hermione-esque type girl, with bushy brown hair and loads of freckles. But still cute, hahaha. I also felt she was becoming bit of a Mary-Sue, (a character which is basically perfect and can do no wrong, *coughbellaswancough*) so excpet to see more of her tragic flaws looming.
On with the show!


Stephanie was pissed.
Batshite pissed she was.
Sure he may have He deserved it, the loser who had no hopes of ever having a decent, loving, relationship without having to actually bewitching/bribing/threatening the girl into seeing him.
But She was still mad because Kenny had restorted to violence.
If there was anything Stephanie condemended, it was violence. She hated it with every fiber in her being. She saw no justice in bashing someone up, or laying a finger on a person if it wasn't in self defense. Yeah sure the guy was being a jerk, but Kenny had gone too far when he had encouraged the girl in back-crunching sparkling shoes to beat him while he was unconscious.
'What the fcuk were you thinking?!' she bellowed. Her face screwed up and her bushy brown hair seemed to boof up. Kenny grinned, langishuing in his glory.
'You could be charged with assulat, you idiot!'