The Roof, Wednesday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel? Still in demon form.

Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.

Stressed, him? Nah.

So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.


[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You haven't met a lot of the people here, then." John started cackling as he ran around the roof, his right arm kept close to his side in the sling.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

That's enough. He's sick of running. He can still kick his ass as a girl. He turns and stands his ground, looking angry.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Had enough?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

He sticks out his tounge. He's such a kid.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yer such a kid." *squirt*

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Of course this changes him almost instantly to the red-head. "You asshole!" He runs at John looking mad.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John laughs and holds his ground.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

He's not afraid to keep running and he tackles him, girl body or no. HE'S not the one that'll get embarassed.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John manages to avoid the worst of it by deflecting with his left hand like a true tai chi master.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

On top of him he attempts to pin his good arm to the roof.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"LEGGO! Nofair!" John wrestles, and manages to get both legs loose.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Holds his arm down and gets in his face looking mad, "No fair?! If the squirt gun is fair than so is this."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Ow? WOuld you mind not kneeling on my ribcage?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Baby. You play all tough and chase after me like it's nothing and then when I finally do something you play up your stupid injury." He frowns and lets him up though. No sense in keeping him pinned.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John takes some deep breaths. Well, deep for him, since a deep breath hurts like hell. He lays there for a few.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Huh. He kinda feels bad now far be it from him to say sorry though. He offers a hand to help him up instead of an apology.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

He swats it away. Roof feels nice. Ooh, stars.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Should have known he'd not accept it. He wouldn't if he was in such a position. But apology made he asks a bit disinterestedly. "What ya looking at?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Stars. PRetty." BReathe, John.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"John.. quit joking around." He's not sure he's not just fooling around with him (Dirty?) like usual.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. Just... breathing." Ow.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"I didn't tackle you that hard... come on.."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't the tackle. Okay. That wasn't fun. It was the ribs." John sat up. Woo! Spinny!World was fun! He braced himself with his left arm, automatically moving his right as well and wincing.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Now I feel really bad. Bad llama.

"Look... I'll help you if you don't mind getting carried by a girl."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Guy, girl, doesn't matter. Whoo. Remind me to stop acting like an ass until my ribs heal. Arm, too."