I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE. I DO OWN THESE CRACK-FILLED CONVOS. THO! Heh-heh! "Joblow1313" owns the idea of Jordan! There are WAY too many people. Heh, heh, heh!
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Kenny: Computer-a-holic
Daichi: StrattaBetterThanDragoonNUMBER1
Hilary: LovePink
Dizzi: Hatecomputerz38
Hiro: Coachingsux324
Brooklyn: DarknessDivine
Mystel: Egyption2894
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Lee: LionBeast234
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Gary: MangoGOOD123
Tala: Russianwolf
Kai: FlamingPheonix
Bryan: RussianEagle1324
Ian: SnakeCharmer
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Enrique: ItalyRichManiac
Oliver: FrenchArtist278
Robert: UncouthnessSux
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Julia: AcrobaticOrange
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Salima: CyberDrigger98
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Max: SugarTurtle
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Rick: RockBison101
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Queen: GabrielThief02
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Matilda: PierceHedgehog563
Aaron: RushingBoar12324
Claude: RapidEagle7587
Jordan: F ieryPhoenix007
AJ Topper: TopperIsInDaHouse
Brad Best: BestAnnouncer546
DJ Jazzman: Jazz758
(Garland's mansion / 4:00 pm)
Garlands looks around, clearly annoyed at all the people that are in his 'humble' home. "Ok…so is everyone here?" Everyone that was on the secret conversation earlier that day nods.
"So…anybody know what we should do?" Claude drawls out lazily. "I mean…what would really get to him?"
Mariah smiles evilly. "I am sure that Ian and Tala would be able to answer that…" she purrs out happily.
Kevin nods and sits down on the carpeted floor of Garland's oversized living room. "I second that!"
"So…would either you two Russians be able to answer that perchance?" Mariam asks dryly.
"Actually…no…" Ian sweat-drops. "All I know about him is that he doesn't like me and that he is very violent to those he doesn't like."
Tala raises an amused eyebrow. "I can. I am Bryan's best friend…I know one of his weaknesses…." Everybody leans in to hear what he whispers out.
(HAHA! Did you expect me to tell you that so soon? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! NOT A CHANCE!)
"Everyone know what we're going to do?" Jordan asks, confident that their plan will work. Everybody there grins and nods. "Good…"
(2:00 pm the next day)
"Come on, Bry!" Tala whines, pulling on the falcon's arm. "COME ON, COME ON, AND COME ON!" He keeps attempting to pull the non-budging silver-haired boy toward the door.
"I highly doubt that Garland's willingly having a party. I also highly doubt you'd be excited about going to a party without bringing booze…." Bryan deadpans, keeping his feet connected firmly to the ground. "Now let me go."
Tala frowns. "Fine…but you have to come with me!" he yells at the unknowing victim of their plan. Bryan simply sighs and allows the redhead to pull him to Garland's.
(At Garland's)
"What are you doing!" Bryan yells as the group pushes/pulls him down some stairs. "Let me go!" Fury shines in his eyes as he glares straight at Ian. 'You. Are. Dead,' he mouths.
'Oh great…' Ian thinks, 'I'm still his favorite!'
"LET ME GO YOU STUPID (BLEEP)ING RETARDS!" Bryan cries out angrily, now trying to punch, kick and yes…even SCRATCH his way to freedom. "PUT ME DOWN!"
Tala bites his lip before grinning. "Heh! TOO BAD!"
"STOP SWEARING, YOU (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) JERK-WAD!" Oliver shouts.
Silence fills the air. Little Oliver swore? Worse than Bryan? What on Earth is happening in Paris? Bryan growls. "BITE ME!"
"Whoa…" Enrique blinks, looking at the Frenchman. Luckily he keeps a good grip on the falcon.
"LET ME GO! YOU (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP) (BLEEP)ERS!" Bryan shouts, swearing WAY worse than Oliver had just displayed.
"Oh My God…" Mariah breathes, staring at the enraged Russian. "I have NEVER seen someone swear that long without taking a breath…"
The group heaves Bryan into a room, shut the door behind him, and bar it heavily using a 2-foot wrench. (Where they found it? Don't ask me! This is Garlands house after all!)
"Let me outta here! God! TALA! YOU KNOW HEAT IS MY GREATEST ENEMY, SO WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUSH ME INTO A (BLEEP)ING SAUNA?"
Ian gapes at the door, only he and Tala could hear the fear in their comrade's voice. "Wow…you sure were right there, Tala…"
"Let me out!" Bryan starts smashing his fists on the door. "LET ME OUT!"
(15 minutes later)
"Let…me……out…………" Bryan chokes out, his fists finally landing next to him. Silence filled the sauna. A thud was heard from inside along with a small gasp.
Tala looks wide-eyed at the door. "We gotta get him outta there!" he cries, removing the wrench. Mariah hurries to help.
"I think we over-did it…" Queen murmurs, helping push open the heavy door. The sight they saw wasn't a pleasant one. Bryan is lying on the, face flush and sweating greatly.
"Bry!" Tala cries, heaving his friend off the ground. "I am SO sorry!"
"Heh…sorry don't cut it…" Bryan wheezes. He kicks Tala's leg, puts his hand on the back of the red-covered head and smashes it down upon the concrete floor. "(BLEEP) you, man…" Everyone watches the weak, yet enraged Russian stumble out the door.
"Shit…I think I blew it…" Tala groans. He raises his hand over his slightly bleeding head.
You think, Tala? Of course you did!
Bryan: You made me that weak?! In front of everyone?!
Ya…sorry bout that…
Tala: Who cares! I got injured! Bryan could never (BLEEP)ing beat me!
Bryan: Oh yeah I could!
Tala and Bryan: Fighting
Please review so that I can ignore the chaos that is my mind…
Also...MSN style will be back in chapter 21!
Tala: OW OW OW OW! MERCY! UNCLE! GIVE!
Bryan: Told ya so!
Ja Ne!