I was born 'n raised in The Boo~oo~oondocks

[A chair's legs are coming up & down off the floor, the sound of tape-wrap coming off the roll can be heard, and the definite rustling of clothing alongside two men shouting]

That hurts, dickwad! Wrap with goddamn care! [This is Smoke's voice, loud and clear]

This is nothin'! Deal with it! I already said -- now, now -- should do it an' not me! [This is a young adult male's voice, some would recognize as an older Meatbun. The green is clearly not his voice, but an older man Smoke's age.]

Hell no!! The monkey makes the wounds, the monkey fixes the wounds!

Aw, c'mon. I didn't hurt you that--

THREE RIBS! YOU BROKE THREE RIBS! That a big frickin' deal! [Smoke's voice definitely got louder & angrier there]

I said I'm sorry. [Meatbun/Goku is grumbling a little]

Bah! I want you to think about what you did. [Smoke is being snide here] First you go on a rampage, then you sleep while the rest of us're hurt--

I'm sorry. ... ... I'm really, really sorry. [The sadness and frustration was much more evident in Meatbun/Goku's voice that time]

... *sigh* [Then comes the sound of someone being forcibly yanked closer]

WHA?!

Moron. Ease up, okay? [Smoke's voice is suddenly much softer and empathetic... almost brotherly] What you did wasn't wrong. Remember that. It was the only way for us to beat Kougaiji. And hey, it turned out all right. Right? [This is accompanied by a hair ruffle. The red voice sounds like a shout during combat, and not Smoke/Gojyo's voice]

Uh... mm. I still don't remember it. Or I don't remember things, anyway. [Meatbun/Goku sounds like he's both horrified and yet blaming himself] But I remember my hands. I was really tryin' to kill. An' I wasn't just after Kougaiji either. I was gonna kill you. An' -- now, now. An' ... -- just die -- even. [The green is the same voice as earlier, while the purple sounds like Moon. Meatbun/Goku is verging into sad tones in his voice now] That's why I ... I ...

*THWOCK!!* [It's the sound of something heavy impacting a human skull]

ERK. WHAT TH' HELL, -- geez ow -- ?! [Meatbun/Goku sounds like he did at the beginning now. The black voice sounds like Smoke.]

Quit underestimating us, you little snot. [Smoke's voice is firm and retaliatory, like he was just seriously insulted] Do you really think we suck so hard that you could kill us? First off - cut your disgusting little apology for killing me. Open your eyes. I look dead to you? [Sarcasm and 'tough love' enter his voice now] You couldn't kill me when you tried. Too. Bad.

[There's the sound of a door opening and Smoke's tone visibly shifts to the comic-charmer] 'Sides, I'm already planning on dying with a beauty on top of me. I'd never let someone as stupid as you kill me.

That hurt, you perverted kappa! Eat this!

[The memory fades out to the sound of wry laughter from West/Hakkai] Ah ha ha... [It's clear now that it was his admonishments from twice earlier]

[Added when the radio crackled-laughter fades away] ... Well that's a relief.

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[[OOC: Memory comes from Volume 6, Chapter 34: Always -- on Mangafox this is Page 11 through Page 16. The dialogue is mostly taken from the official Tokypop books, as opposed to Mangafox.]]

So many people's faces... If you wanted to make portraits, now's the time, Kurayami. Just head out to the park and take a glance at all the food.

Looks like someone still thinks we need a reminder of how often people come and go in this place. Or just likes twisting a knife, who knows in this place.

Oi Rain - my Thursday night's unexpectedly free thanks to the elevator. You still up for that?

[[OOC: This entry would have gone up around 10AM, for all you newbie characters who may have needed a reason to check out the BBQ before it disappears tomorrow~ ♥]]

Heyhey Edensphere - miss me?

For those who don't recognize my handwriting (or those I've never met), my name is Smoke. I... got lost for awhile, but I'm back now, and I'm really glad to be home ... around friends again.

I'm feeling the muscle cramps from being shut up inside those gooey messes for so long. So! Anyone been looking for a sparring partner? I need work on close-range and long-range both. Because I can think of a few people who will want to kick my ass.
♥ Smoke


Oh also - When you figure out how to use your journal, Special-kun, let me know?

That Mall thing is the best EVER! BETTER THAN VEGAS! The best part is? I've got enough stuff that I'm opening up the bar tonight!
SMOKE'S IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS AGAIN!

If Alchemy and Aurora can swing by before then, I still wanna talk to you two.

Grift, Cheers, get ready! Sorry it took so long - you can only do so much when you're stuck in a giant fursuit, you know?

Good-chan, you coming to entertain us~?

[[log is here!]]

Well I guess I should consider myself lucky. I know for a fact that the dream I had last night wasn't mine, so it's easy to forget about it just as easily. As much as family life sucks, and I sympathize with whoever had a bad relationship with their dad... at least you knew your dad. I'll just hope for your sake that you didn't really get hit by a car.

And Aurora and Alchemy - I'd like to chat with both of you sometime. You know I'm not all that great at figuring stuff out, but I know you both are way smarter than me, so hopefully between the two of you can help me get some ideas while we chat over drinks, hm?

Maybe once the bar's back up? So like a week or so?

[[He's totally lying about when he had Skulls' dream; Skulls' was first, then Crow's last night. He also intentionally left out the white skull in case it really is Skulls, whom he doesn't know that well.

Aaaand he's never met Crow, so he doesn't know Crow's voice, but anything with rainbow-haired person in the dream is a ping for "do not talk about over journals lest ye be INKED AND THEN SHANKED". Smoke's attempt at being subtle = he knows neither Aurora nor Alchemy drink and is instead referring to the drinks being memories of old ES characters]]

Attention Residents of Edensphere,

The owner of the bar has returned and wishes to thank all of you for not burning down his residence in his absence. Said owner would also like to insist that he had absolutely no desire to disappear for what appears to be approximately two months. In penance for this action, he is now wearing a collar and leash so as not to be susceptible to disappearing yet again.

Long story short - it's so fucking good to be out of that damn elevator!
- Smoke