16 [ACTION/TEXT]

[bestsweater]

[As of Sunday, TD-34 is blown up. The front wall has been knocked in and what was once the living room is a pile of debris, papers and pieces of wood that used to be furniture. It appears that no effort has been made to clean it up, and the inhabitant is nowhere to be found.

Or is he.

Closer inspection of the ruined apartment reveals that the bedroom remains intact, though the door to said room is hanging off its hinges, and strange noises seem to be emanating from the wreckage in general.

Inside, the lone occupant is slowly

going

crazy.]
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Guys, this is a really funny joke and all but everyone can stop now.

Please?

Viridian City's not really...is it?

GIOVANNI YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPLY TO THIS JOURNAL ENTRY DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Comments

TOO BAD HE DIDN'T SEE/IGNORED THAT LAST PART

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

No. It can't be. No bloody way.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I TOLD YOU NOT TO COMMENT ON THIS ENTRY.

Action/I have no icon for this

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

[Well fine. He was. going to apologize about the wall. But instead you get an envelope under the door. Inside is. a lot of money. Definitely enough to get the wall fixed. And a note:

Here's money to fix the wall and replace anything destroyed in the blast.

It's not signed but it's fairly obvious who it's from.]

Re: Action/I have no icon for this

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock is there when the envelope slides under the door. He instantly springs to his feet, swings open the door, and chucks the envelope at the retreating Giovanni's head.]

I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY.

Action

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

[Dagnab it, Brock! The envelope taps against his head, and he turns around, frowning. He then picks it back up, walks over, and shoves it into your chest.]

Take it. Please, I insist.

Re: Action

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock takes it. And throws it past Giovanni's face.

And tries to slam the door.]

Action

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

[Whoops. By the time he grabs it, Brock is in is apartment. Welp. He did what he could. Obviously he has issues or something. Whatever. He walks off, muttering to himself.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[The door opens.]

AND STAY OUT.

[The door slams.]