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Dec. 9th, 2007 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"You think you can throw stones at me, Spencer?"
Shawn didn't really have the chance to reply because he wasn't too keen on getting toilet water into his mouth. Besides, the sound of the flushing blocked out everything else. He was pulled up again, roughly, confronted with a very angry Jimmy Nickles whose ugly face was way too close for Shawn's liking. "See what happens when you throw stones at me?"
"Lemme go!" He was scared. And angry. And worst of all, alone.
"The matter, Spencer? Not so courageous today, are we?" Jimmy's face scrunched up with the very mean look of mock only children can throw at each other. "But yesterday Shawny was all scared for little Buurrton, Shawny was all-a-trying to protect the little wimp."
"Gus isn't a wimp!"
Jimmy just laughed and started imitating the asthma attack Gus had suffered from after they had been chased ruthlessly. Shawn remembered how he tried to help his friend with the inhaler and how Gus had been more scared than Shawn had ever seen him before and with an angry outcry he stopped thinking and tackled the other kid. Jimmy, however, had expected this. Another hard shove and Shawn's back met the metal knob of the flushing with a flash of pain. "So how would you like to die, Spencer?"
Despite knowing better he couldn't stop himself, because his answer was witty and insulting and he if he couldn't win or get out of this he would at least piss Jimmy off a little bit. But he never came around to say something, because Jimmy swung and hit him, smacked him right in the face. Light exploded in front of his vision, there was another bunch of hard stuff that connected with his back and more pain.
Jimmy's face closed in once more but Shawn could barely see it because his eye was swelling so rapidly. "How about that: You double up your lunch money for the next month and maybe your wimpy friend's inhaler won't break in a freak accident. Need a minute to think about that?"
And he forced Shawn's head into the toilet once more, so fast Shawn couldn't catch his breath in time and came back up coughing and gasping. "Hope that’s a yes, Spencer."
From afar he heard the sound of the bathroom’s door swinging shut. His eye started throbbing in a rhythm that could have been 'Tainted Love' and he wanted to laugh at that but he felt more like crying so he did neither.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 421
"You think you can throw stones at me, Spencer?"
Shawn didn't really have the chance to reply because he wasn't too keen on getting toilet water into his mouth. Besides, the sound of the flushing blocked out everything else. He was pulled up again, roughly, confronted with a very angry Jimmy Nickles whose ugly face was way too close for Shawn's liking. "See what happens when you throw stones at me?"
"Lemme go!" He was scared. And angry. And worst of all, alone.
"The matter, Spencer? Not so courageous today, are we?" Jimmy's face scrunched up with the very mean look of mock only children can throw at each other. "But yesterday Shawny was all scared for little Buurrton, Shawny was all-a-trying to protect the little wimp."
"Gus isn't a wimp!"
Jimmy just laughed and started imitating the asthma attack Gus had suffered from after they had been chased ruthlessly. Shawn remembered how he tried to help his friend with the inhaler and how Gus had been more scared than Shawn had ever seen him before and with an angry outcry he stopped thinking and tackled the other kid. Jimmy, however, had expected this. Another hard shove and Shawn's back met the metal knob of the flushing with a flash of pain. "So how would you like to die, Spencer?"
Despite knowing better he couldn't stop himself, because his answer was witty and insulting and he if he couldn't win or get out of this he would at least piss Jimmy off a little bit. But he never came around to say something, because Jimmy swung and hit him, smacked him right in the face. Light exploded in front of his vision, there was another bunch of hard stuff that connected with his back and more pain.
Jimmy's face closed in once more but Shawn could barely see it because his eye was swelling so rapidly. "How about that: You double up your lunch money for the next month and maybe your wimpy friend's inhaler won't break in a freak accident. Need a minute to think about that?"
And he forced Shawn's head into the toilet once more, so fast Shawn couldn't catch his breath in time and came back up coughing and gasping. "Hope that’s a yes, Spencer."
From afar he heard the sound of the bathroom’s door swinging shut. His eye started throbbing in a rhythm that could have been 'Tainted Love' and he wanted to laugh at that but he felt more like crying so he did neither.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 421
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ooc
Date: 2007-12-09 07:18 pm (UTC)I think we need to do somthing really bad to jimmy nickles now... possibly in the little shawn and gus rp? i dunno, but he's evil, pure evil.
Re: ooc
Date: 2007-12-09 07:25 pm (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2007-12-09 07:32 pm (UTC)also, AIM's being weird... like that's a surprise. XD