The Entertainer[Brad & Furoi.]

[Bug||Bradley.]

"You're a dirty bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Brad felt a tensed hand slap against his cheek, an echo sounding in its wake even after it made contact. The woman who'd been standing before him -- her name he wasn't really sure of at this point -- apparently wasn't willing to give anything up to the rogue, which hadn't pleased Brad. Not in the least. But after pushing her into a wall -- in attempts of eluding her, of course -- she grew nerved, frightened even. He hadn't even been graced with the smallest of kisses, not even a little peck on the cheek. It was as if he'd lost his technique. Either that or women just simply didn't enjoy him anymore.

The day before it was Calista Ronaldson who turned him down: dark haired; dark eyed; gifted as far as breasts went; and as beautiful as a woman could get. She, like the girl now exiting the Pits bar, grew angry and acted out rashly. For Calista, she thought a frying pan to the head was a good punishment for trying anything sexual with her. She didn't even use her telekinesis, which surprised Brad. She just lifted the thing and slammed him up against his already scarred cheek. A bruise had formed there just a while after. It wasn't bad or anything, nor was it gruesome enough to turn girls away. If anything, it would've made his sex appeal even more evident.

Not tonight. Not yesterday. Clearly...not anymore. He had to be doing something wrong. Leaning over the bar counter, Brad contemplated what he could have been doing differently -- wondering what he was lacking. He was always nice to women, albeit a little too forward. His idea of a first date was getting hammered and bringing her back to the HQ with him, but that wasn't working anymore. What he could do differently, though, he wasn't sure. He simply groaned in defeat, ordered another drink from one of the people waiting to take his order and downed it once they pushed his shot glass back over to his side of the counter.

The world around him was already swaying to-and-fro, whirling around him in a mix of color and textures. The feeling, however...he liked that. He liked how the sting on his shoulder blades he'd received from working out grew nothing more than a mere memory, fading into nothingness along with the rest of him. Liked how he could become anyone he wanted to be. And above all, he liked to forget. It didn't matter to him what he did, or who he did it with. He wouldn't remember. Whatever he would do was always forgotten, never remembered. Never.

"Seems like you messed up with that hottie," the guy sitting next to Brad chuckled, his tongue clicking obnoxiously against the roof of his mouth. Brad shifted so he could peer through his thick head of pale blond hair and came face-to-face with the male. He looked young. Younger than himself. If he didn't know better, he looked just as he did when he first turned twenty one: bored.

Brad felt a twisted smirk form on his lips and released a deep breath. "I remember the day I turned twenty-one. It wasn't anythin' special. Everyone says you can drink, that you're the right age to do it. But at the time, I'd already done it -- and a lot. I'm guessin' the same goes for you, eh?" Brad wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, neither did he care. Chances are, the both of them were drunk and wouldn't be capable of holding a mature conversation either way. Unfortunately, Brad wasn't that drunk yet, but he was getting there. He just needed another shot...or two.

The guy nodded slowly, eying Brad wearily. "I'm Royrk. It's my birthday -- oh shit! Is that your motorcycle?" Brad quickly spun around in his chair, slipping forward a little bit and almost falling off of his chair while he did so. Two guys were standing over his parked motorcycle, their hands planted on their jean's zippers. Brad's eyes grew wide as he watched one of the men lean forwards just about to --

"Get the fuck away from that...now!" Brad barked, his shot glass lifted over his head. If one of the men began to urinate on the bike they were going to get nailed in the head. Thankfully, the men turned around, zipped their pants back up and walked across the street, only to slip into one of the Pits many other buildings. Brad followed them, stopping at his bike, and dipped his head to Royrk. "Thanks, guy."

Brad stepped forward again, stopping in the middle of the dark street. A pair of women walked on the opposite side of him, winked at him and giggled. The gesture was common, and much too cliche for him. Most women at least tried to be original. The wink -- well, he'd seen that at least five times in the last five days. It was tiring. But at close inspection, Brad noticed just how attractive the women actually were and walked over to them.

"Is that him?" One of the girls asked, tugging away at a hooded figures arm. Brad eyed the group, wondering how they knew who he was and leaned against the building to the right of him casually. Whenever he tried to act suave, he always earned points. But he noticed that the girls were staring at him -- glowering at him, and then. Oh -- boy, he never expected to see a woman he'd slept with a month ago step forward, the hood she was wearing now pulled away from her face. There was only so much keeping him standing. The world was spinning...spinning faster now, more erratic, too. "It is him? I see the bastard at the bar nearly every weekend, why didn't you say something sooner?"

Brad ground his teeth together, not liking what was going on around him. Two other girls stepped forward, their eyes narrowed in disgust. Brad staggered back, only to feel the hard brick wall pressing deep into his back. He was cornered, there was no where to go now. All he could do was stand, stand and pray that he hadn't done something wrong. The chances of that weren't likely, however. Normally he didn't have to worry about the women he fooled around with ever finding him again, but this was a problem. The girl had a friend. A friend that he, without a doubt, talked to on occasion. What they spoke about wasn't important. It was really only sexual, just like everything else.

The petite blond dipped her head to Brad then, pulling him back into reality. He swore he felt sober, too. "What is your name again, sweetie? Rosemary?" He grumbled out a string of curses as the two girls moved closer, leaving the brunette he talked to every once in a while and "Rose" behind them, but only a little behind. If they took two steps in any direction they would be in the same spot as their friends. "Or was it just Rose? Hm. I don't really remember. Sorry, love. If you wanna get reacquainted, we sure as hell can," Brad said, his lashes lowering, and lips forming a sly grin. "The first time was amazing."

"Rose isn't sleeping with you again. You got her fucking knocked up you piece of shit," the brunette barked, slamming her fist into his stomach. The wind escaped his lungs quickly, then forcibly flew back in, making him gasp. He'd gotten someone pregnant? That couldn't have been possible. He always used protection and, if not, made sure the women were on birth control -- or something of that sort. "Let's go, Rose. I thought that this asshole wouldn't wander around this early in the day."

Both girls standing before him slapped him across the cheek and walked off, their non-existent hips swaying from side to side. Brad would have normally watched in awe, wondering just why he found the women body so beautiful -- a wonderland, even -- but couldn't force himself to this time. His back coasted down the wall, while his senses dulled dramatically. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, pressed his hand against it to soothe it. His breathing was labored and uneven, barely following the rhythmic flow it usually did. And for a moment, though a fleeting one, the darkness around him grew even more immense and he felt his body go slack against the ground.

Pregnant. A father? "How the hell could this happen? And what are the odds that they fuckin' find me while I'm at the bar? Fuckin' stalker sluts," Brad shouted the last part, hearing a "fuck you" in the distance a second later. Again, his body grew limp against the cold concrete, his mind not making any sense of him moving. He felt paralyzed, like he was punnished with immobility to pay for what he'd done. He'd messed up someone's life. It never mattered -- sleeping with people didn't. Now? Well, his mind wasn't really changed as to what his favorite hobby was -- his sexual one -- it was really only more aware.

"Guess I'll have to actually ask before I do the good ol' hump n' dump," Brad muttered to himself, smirking. "...Or not."

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I think before I have you reply I wanna have Cody all frantic-like. xD Just to make it so, like, it's more of a two-sided fight between the two. Have his views and hers in her first post in the thread and what not. :3 This should be interesting.

Brad: Interesting indeed. (eyes Furoi)
Me: No getting more people knocked up, geez! You know what happens. (slaps)

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[||Cody R||]

"Furoi?" Cody called for the umpteenth time, eyes widened in fear. Where the hell was she? The two had been fighting just a few moments before and now she was gone, nowhere to be found. She couldn't have gotten that far. There weren't many places that she could hide in the Ranger HQ anyways. Then again, she wasn't in her room, nor was she in Lesterfield. There weren't many people she talked to, so that wasn't likely to be where she was hiding out, and Cody wasn't planning on walking into every room just to find out that Furoi was gone. But where?

"Did you find her yet?" Blaze asked from where he stood in the doorway. Cody shook his head swiftly, continuing his pacing down the halls of headquarters. People passed by in his vision, eying him as they continued on with their normal day-to-day activities while he peered around everywhere, knocking things over every once in a while. "Why were you even fighting? I wasn't in the room, but I know Casper was saying you guys were getting sexual or something. You know the little ones--they lie a lot."

Cody shook his head. "I was angry and ripped the sheets off my bed, that's all. She's stupid, she wants to go on a field mission. Blaze, you remember my first field mission, right? Of course you do, it was the worst day of our lives. I can't let that happen to her. I--" Blaze placed a clawed-hand on top of his shoulder, urging him to continue. Cody swallowed the lump forming in his throat and slumped forward, almost falling onto Blaze in the process. "I think I'm falling in love with her. How do you let the one you love go and risk themselves?"

"She does it when you leave, doesn't she?" Cody bit his lip, suddenly aware of what Blaze had just said. It was a short, simple statement, but made more sense than anything he could've thought up in his mind. He wasn't sure if Furoi loved him -- he wasn't even sure if she'd still be dating him when she got back from wherever she was, but he knew one thing: when he left her, it probably hurt her just as much as him even thinking about her leaving did. The fear of losing the one you loved -- whether it be friendship or more romantic -- was universal.

Blaze dipped his head so he could peer straight into Cody's eyes. His nostrils flared slightly, tickling Cody's forehead. "I'm sure wherever she is, she's safe. If you really love her, as you claim, you're going to have to let her follow her dreams--"

"Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend? You're being all serious. I don't like it," Cody asked, folding his arms over his chest. It was weird hearing Blaze talk now. He really seemed like he knew what he was saying, he just never ever imagined hearing them from him. What a great, big palooka! It was times like these when Cody really loved the guy. "Seriously, though. Where did you go?"

"I'm right here. I've just been reading Parent magazine's. They've been lying around in the entrance to this damn place and I'm pretty sure it's for those horny Rangers who actually reproduce here who need help in raising their spawns," Blaze chuckled. "They teach you a lot. I sorta just stole what I said from the back of one though. Oops."

"There's my Blaze!" Cody kidded, then felt his face grow grim. "We're not horny Rangers. We just make mistakes."

"WHAT!?"

"Just kidding!" Cody assured him. Blaze snorted and rolled his eyes, then watched as Cody marched over to the main doors to the building and walked outside. Cody looked all around, trying to see if Furoi could have been hiding somewhere. When he saw no one, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. She wasn't around. She wasn't...there. She was gone. A fight, a simple fight...it pushed her away. It made her leave. Now he couldn't find her. Cody couldn't find the one he loved.

"I'm sure wherever she is, she's safe. If you really love her, as you claim, you're going to have to let her follow her dreams..." Cody heard his friend's words play over and over in his head and felt a little better about the whole situation. Maybe Furoi was trying to prove something to him. Maybe she was just upset and was going on a little adventure. Whatever it was, Blaze was right: he had to trust that she was safe and would have to be willing to let her go and do what her heart desired her to do.

He just wished he could have went along with her.

"Furoi, don't you dare step out that door! GOD DAMMNIT!" Cody shouted, his fist slamming against his dresser. "Wait...Furoi! Furoi I have to tell you...Furoi?" Cody looked out of his room, not seeing Furoi dissapear down the halls.

"...I wanted to tell you I loved you."

Cody dropped to his knees and tugged on his hair before feeling Blaze's hand on his shoulder again. "She'll be fine. I know it."

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If only Blaze was right about that...

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[The post was short and brief, which was what I wanted. xD I just wanted to get some Cody luff in there!]