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  <title>[[Scene: Wocky&apos;s Man-Taur]]</title>
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  <description>[[This takes place on MONDAY. I&apos;m aware I&apos;m posting this on... almost Sunday but it takes place ~Monday~.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *It&apos;s been a couple of weeks since Angel Starr first saw the poster up on the bulletin at work- two weeks since the vice detective originally laughed at the idea but then returned to re-examine it later. It&apos;s been ten days since Angel Starr signed up for what the poster was advertising, and roughly seven days since she began to wonder what the hell she was thinking* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *In any case, it&apos;s about five minutes &lt;i&gt;until&lt;/i&gt; she meets her charge. The original idea, &lt;i&gt;Police-to-Kids Outreach&lt;/i&gt;, is something that Angel has never signed up for in all the years of her career. Even now, she can&apos;t quite explain what&apos;s so different from this fall than the last many, but something &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; different* &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *She&apos;s standing outside of the junior high school, leaning on her car with her arms crossed. The school bell rings, and she eyes the children filing out of the school, scanning the crowds for her assigned child... A troublemaker, she remembers reading from the report, and a major one* And they specially chose me for this boy, didn&apos;t they...? Hm. I wonder. We&apos;ll see if he can&apos;t learn a thing or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky marches out of the school with the other kids -- for the first time this year since the very first day. The little ruffian sneers as he walks out towards the tetherball pole near the parking lot, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looks around, trying to look for this &quot;man-taur&quot; the principal said was assigned to him. He wasn&apos;t exactly listening to the man, so he&apos;s more or less just looking for any person standing near a car that doesn&apos;t have a snot-nosed brat running towards them* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *His eyes narrow in on Angel -- he can&apos;t really make out her features, but something tells him this is the person. He starts to saunter towards the woman; hands jammed in his pockets with an &quot;intimidating&quot; scowl on his face* Hey yo, you th&apos; one who I suppozed t&apos; be chillin&apos; wit, G?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *lowers her sunglasses and leans down to look closer at the boy- she&apos;s wearing very tall heels today- and recognizes him from the photo provided with the file* Ah- of course. *she pauses a moment. His speech isn&apos;t very hard to interpret- her time in Vice has taught her that much- but his entire &lt;i&gt;manner&lt;/i&gt; is a bit off-putting. &lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s certainly something that sets him off from all of the other children in the yard* That&apos;s right. *she sweeps her hair off of her shoulder, better revealing her features* My name is Angel Starr. You may call me- *she resists the urge to say &apos;the Cough-Up Queen&apos;*- Ms. Starr. I&apos;m a detective with the LAPD&apos;s Vice division. I&apos;ll be your mentor for the next few months. *she extends her hand towards him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky takes a moment to give Angel a look over before giving an impressed whistle, raising his eyebrows* Daaaaaayum girl. You gots more cakes than Duncan Hines!! You ain&apos;t no man-cow at all, I donno wut th&apos; MAN be talkin&apos; bout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Cow, hmm? *she eyes him coolly* I&apos;m anything but a serving of beef. You&apos;ll find that out soon enough. You... You&apos;re something like veal. No- something more exotic. I&apos;d up the price on you. In any case, you&apos;re Wocky Kitaki, aren&apos;t you? It&apos;s nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Only catching but one word Angel said, Wocky curls his lip, giving the woman a strange cross between a look of confusion and a look of disgust* EROTIC??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Exotic! You&apos;re using all kinds of strange words- I would think that you would be interested in expanding that vocabulary of yours. *unfazed, she opens the passenger door to her car* Well, come on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Taking off his backpack, the little fox mutters as he hops into the passenger side* I ain&apos;t talkin nothin&apos; strange... You gots to be openin&apos; up yo ears an shiie, learnin&apos; you sum bayyysic English woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *she shuts the door and climbs into the driver&apos;s seat. All is silent for a moment. Angel locks the car doors. And then she turns to Wocky and barks* &lt;i&gt;Wrong!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky jumps, his head hitting the window. Staring wide-eyed at Angel, he clutches his backpack tightly to his chest* JEEZ GIRL YOU SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *she slaps her hand on the dashboard* Look at you- you just jumped right in, didn&apos;t you?! You didn&apos;t even ask for my ID! Not at all! I could harm you, you know! *she looks sternly at Wocky* I&apos;m a stranger to you! Really, now! What are they &lt;i&gt;teaching&lt;/i&gt; you in there? *she stares disdainfully at the junior high school* Aren&apos;t you lucky I&apos;m not a bloodthirsty, knife-wielding killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Despite the initial shock, a distinctly bored expression is now on the boy&apos;s face. He rolls his eyes, relaxing and pushing his bag down on the floor between his feet. He takes the seat belt and buckles in* Pfft. If you was really gonna kill me, you&apos;da tossed me in th&apos; back seat where you can be watchin me in that *he points up to the rear-view mirror* and you can only unlock it from there *he points over to the automatic locks on the driver&apos;s side* If not, well, then you one helluva stupid kid-killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  You did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; just call me- *Angel seethes momentarily before reminding herself that this is just a 13-year-old boy. She begins to remember why she normally avoids children* -Alright. This is true, but you ought &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; to get in a stranger&apos;s car! At the very least you ought to have asked to see my badge. But, in any case, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; the real deal, so no worries... *she pulls out of the parking lot* So, Wocky. I hear you were in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky leans back as best he can, getting his feet up on the dashboard* I ain&apos;t trust no cops who &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; flash me them badges! They flash me that lil&apos; icon of AUTHORITY and they think they can be walkin&apos; all over me! All up in my face with their IT AFTER CURFEW YO YOU BE JETTIN BACK TO YOU HOUSE NOW YOU LIL SHIT and I be like WHOA DON BE JOCKIN ME AROUND BOYO I MESS YOU UP and then they grab me an&apos; throw me t&apos; th&apos; ground... *he looks over to Angel* I am a human bein&apos; yo. I gots RIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Ah, ah. *she waves her finger* We exist to protect those rights of yours, Wocky. And I don&apos;t believe you when you say you&apos;ve been &lt;i&gt;thrown&lt;/i&gt; by an officer! You&apos;ve got only a few more years until you&apos;re free to do whatever you want, you know- whether that be headed straight to prison or not. *she frowns* But I&apos;m here to try to help you not go that way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Pfft no porker ever be throwin&apos; me down in the pokey yo -- I get thrown in there, girl? I be out by sundown. A real G play his cards right. *he points over at Angel and clicks his tongue suggestively* I could teach you how to play them cards like a g too, snapplecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Believe it or not, I get more satisfaction out of what I do. I suppose the term is &apos;been there, done that&apos;... Ah, but... How do you feel about ice cream? *she winces slightly as she says this; her guidelines tell her to do things with Wocky to better help him trust her, but she has no idea what children enjoy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Ice cream? I can dig it. Just my ma might be all up in my face if I be ruinin&apos; my dinner, aw-ite?? Lemme just punch in her digits, see what be shakin... *he sits up and reaches down to his bag, unzipping it and pulling out his cell phone and flipping it open, dialing a number quickly and listening to it ring* ... *he rolls his eyes, hanging up and tossing his phone back into his bag* Ehh she ain&apos;t answerin&apos;. Whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *watches him out of the corner of her eye as he makes the call* Your mother, hmm? I&apos;ll call her for you later, if you&apos;d like. I need to talk with her. Your family runs a rather lucrative business, don&apos;t they...? We&apos;ve got a close eye on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Nope, you gots it wrong girlie. *Wocky shakes his head* I donno what they been tellin you down there or nothin, but we Kitakis in the... hotel business. Over-seas like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Ha! If you say so. *purses her lips, bringing the car around a corner* Tell me- do you often fight at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *His feet return to the dash, lounging once more* Only when them boys think they can take me on an&apos; shiie. I beat &apos;em down with my fists an&apos; my rhymes, cos I gots &lt;i&gt;style&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Style? Is that what&apos;s it all about? *sharply* Don&apos;t you care to make friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Looking over to Angel smugly, he chuckles a bit* Friends? Oh I gots plenty-a homies yo. I gots Lil C, an&apos; Tru-Bunny an&apos;... P-boo, an&apos; Tessio, an&apos; Mikan, an&apos; Lil&apos; Lita, an&apos; Masta P an&apos; Mizz Rizz be pretty fly for bein&apos; old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Oh! *his face lights up with a grin* An&apos; my boss at work, an&apos; that new shorty she hire, they both be fine an&apos; upstandin&apos; womens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; ...Not as fine as you though, girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  I&apos;ll ignore the fact that I&apos;m not quite sure what &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; of those names you just recited are. *they approach an outdoor ice cream shop and Angel stops the car* Alright, we&apos;re here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw whatevs, you coppers never believe nothin&apos; I say anyways. *Wocky sits up and unbuckles himself, picking his bag up again. He opens the door and steps out, looking to Angel before closing the door* Yo what kind you want? Strawberry or some shiie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *she laughs* We&apos;ll see. I&apos;d almost think you were offering to buy. *she motions for Wocky to follow her up to the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky follows Angel* I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; buyin, yo. Ain&apos;t right for a G t&apos; be makin&apos; a lady buy him nothin -- that ain&apos;t how th&apos; world works, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  No, no. I&apos;m &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; mentor- not the other way around! This is my job. Now, what do you like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Blinks at Angel, tilting his head* Maaan, I donno why you be callin&apos; yo-self a man-taur -- you ain&apos;t no cow... *This conundrum is clearly more important than ice cream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *turns to face him, hands on her hips* A &lt;i&gt;men&lt;/i&gt;tor. Where on Earth did you get the impression I&apos;d turn out to be a cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky pulls his wallet out of his back pocket* Inner-nets... Now what you want? S&apos;on me yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *Angel looks down at him exasperatedly, and then she realizes that allowing him to pay might open up a bit more trust between the two of them. She suddenly nods* Certainly, then! I&apos;ll take strawberry. How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *He grins* Cos cute girls always be likin&apos; strawberry. *he goes up to the window, ordering two strawberry cones. He opens his wallet, digging through a few twenty dollar bills before finding a few one&apos;s, giving them to the vendor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *smiles as she takes hers- they settle down at a small table nearby. There&apos;s a few moments before she speaks again* Alright, wending back around to why I&apos;m here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky sits on top of the table, gripping his cone and taking a very large bite out of his ice-cream mound* Th&apos; wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Why I&apos;m here. *she speaks patiently, crossing one leg over the other* Seems like you need a friend. You named plenty back in the car, but... Hmm. Do you admire any of these friends of yours? For what reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; I admirin&apos; Tessio cos he my pops&apos; bizz-nazz associate aaaan&apos; I be admirin&apos; Mikan cos she don&apos;t have to go t&apos; school an gets to play all day. *he turns on the table, his feet down on the bench so he&apos;s facing Angel now* All my other friends be lookin up to &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; cos I da bomb, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *she nods* As I thought. Hm. Well, do you think that you and I could be friends? *she suddenly smiles* Even if you said &apos;no&apos;, though, you&apos;ve got no choice! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky licks his ice cream, not missing a beat* They just assign me someone else if I be sayin&apos; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Oh, you&apos;d just &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; that, though. You know, you might wind up with a &lt;i&gt;cow&lt;/i&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; If I get me a cow then I score big -- I love bacon! *he grins wide, ice cream across his upper lip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *the part of her that is a lunch lady bristles at this misconception, but she chooses not to bring it up, knowing it would be pointless* Alright, but I&apos;m here to stay, bacon or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky gives the woman a sympathetic look* Bacon don&apos;t come from cows, shorty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *her eyes widen and then narrow sharply* ...But you just-!! ...Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Satisfied with himself, he resumes eating his frozen treat* &apos;sides, I just kiddin&apos; about the bacon. Lil C once had be make wonton with bacon inside and that shiie be TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Oh? *she looks interested* Do you often cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Ehh... *he shrugs* I help my ma &lt;i&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/i&gt;... When pops be havin&apos;... clients... over an shiie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  You know, I run a little business on the side called Lunchland! I think cooking and baking is quite the therapeutic thing. What do you do for hobbies...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Breakin&apos; fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  No- what do you really do? *something twitches in her jaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw no, I know what you be tryin&apos; t&apos; do, copper. You be tryin&apos; to make me go an&apos; &apos;crimnate myself. I ain&apos;t fallin&apos; fo that one, po-po. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  Ah- so there&apos;s more than breaking fingers, now...? *tilts her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; I gots the right to remain silent, don&apos;t I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt;  *amused* Yes- yes, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Then I be takin&apos; that one out for a walk then. *he nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *laughs* You&apos;re brighter than you let on, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Beaming with satisfaction, he stretches a little* But the &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt; hobbies I gots are bustin&apos; some phat rhymes, practicin&apos; wit my bokken, chillin&apos; wit my fly home boys an&apos; boos all up in People Park, aaaaaan&apos; I guess this one ain&apos;t much of a hobby or nothin but I shore be doin&apos; it plenty -- yellin&apos; a Mikan to be gettin&apos; her paws off the table before I steal her one right in her fat ol&apos; head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Mikan, hmm? Like the fruit? You&apos;ve been mentioning her an awful lot- is she your dog? I do believe we serve mikan sliced and diced up on rice down at Lunchland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Naw, naw, *he shakes his head, sucking the remnants of ice cream out of his cone* She my pussy, yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Your- *her eyes widen slightly, alarmed, before she realizes what he means* Your &lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt;, you mean. You can&apos;t toss around words like that. They&apos;re not salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; AW GRODY, DAWG. *Wocky gives a very disgusted look; once again, only listening to the very last bit of what Angel said* I ain&apos;t tossin&apos; NO ONE&apos;S SALAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; But you have to toss salad to spread out the dressing! Give it that lovely flavor! You know, I think that I&apos;ll bring you to Lunchland next week for our session. Girls admire a man who can cook. It&apos;ll be good for your- *she thinks back to the preparation sessions she attended before signing up for all of this* -personal development. I despise that term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw girl, you ain&apos;t bee on th&apos; streets long enough. &apos;Round this hood, tossin&apos; salads mean something waaay different than that what you be saying youknowwhatimean?? I guess it be wrong&apos;a me to be thinkin&apos; an up-stan-din&apos; girl be knowin&apos; that though. Y&apos;know wit all day hay hay ho and the wiggy whack shiie. *he looks up at the sky, idly swinging his legs under the table* Hmm but you gots you a real fly point there... I mean, Tru-Bunny always be so happy and awl dat when I be bringin&apos; her buns... *he looks to Angel, grinning* I shaped &apos;em like bunnies for her birthday yo! She really dig that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Like bunnies! That&apos;s quite the talent! Perhaps you could come help me fix up my menu. You know, when I first lost my career as a detective way back when... It was food that I turned to. Of course, I don&apos;t mean in the eating sense. We&apos;ve established that I&apos;m no cow. But I think it might do you some good, as well. *she folds her napkin neatly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket* Why you lose your job? Shoot a guy in the face cos he look at ya funny? Stealin&apos; drugs from th&apos; ev-dence locker? Come on, spill it homegirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *she smiles* There was some corruption in the system. It&apos;s more common than you think, I&apos;m afraid. Sometimes we get &apos;bad guys&apos; on the &apos;good guy&apos; side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw I know them pigs cu&apos;rupt! So far you don&apos;t seem to be much&apos;a that bacon though... *he raises an eyebrow at Angel* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever do you mean? *she&apos;s in a surprisingly good mood talking to him, leaning forward a bit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Y&apos;haven&apos;t tried to taze me bro, poppa cap in me, drill me fo questionin or nothin&apos; them propah coppahs be tryin&apos; t&apos;do. I say you be pullin&apos; onna them undercover schemes but you ain&apos;t even notice we been followed yet, so... Guess you off duty or sommat. Turnin&apos; off that bam bam get yo hangs up wanksta cracka befo I be bustn&apos; yo azz boy part, amirite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; ...No. Not at all. I&apos;m not here to interrogate you or investigate you! I&apos;m here as part of the outreach program. I&apos;m your... man-taur. But if you get in trouble from now on, count on having to cough it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Damn right you &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; man-taur. *He jumps off the table, straightening his jacket and the lock of hair in front of his eyes* I ain&apos;t better see you man-taurin&apos; no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *she stands up as well, nodding with an almost-serious look of solemnness* Of course. A man-taur must be faithful to her man-tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; You callin&apos; me fat? *he shoots Angel a scowl* Ma say I ain&apos;t fat, I big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; You&apos;re neither! I&apos;d fatten you up before boiling you. *she pats Wocky on the shoulder* Come now, it&apos;s been an hour. Time to take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; ...Why do you wommens always wants to be eatin&apos; me up? *he shakes his head, follows Angel back towards her car* Pops told me ma was a real man-eater when he met her, I figure he mean she be a kyuubi or somethin&apos;... Cos that explain a LOT, yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Women are a strange thing. I know that- I &lt;i&gt;use&lt;/i&gt; that! *she unlocks the doors for the two of them and climb in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Man, you women. All confusin&apos; and diz-ruptin&apos; all mah senses and... shiie. *he buckles in, tossing his bag down on the floor* You gon be the death&apos;a me someday, ain&apos;t yas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; You sound like my boyfriend now. *pulls out of the parking lot, winking at Wocky* Good thing he&apos;s not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky leans back, his feet up on the dashboard as he resumes his former lounging position* Pfft, if you hangin&apos; round me I bettin yo boyfriend donnevenknow what a dikfore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Please do remember that I&apos;m your man-taur and not one of your school-friends. *she sounds polite* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah but don&apos;t you wish yo boyfriend be cool like me? *he smirks* I just yankin&apos; you though, I gots plentya boos who be wantin&apos; my &apos;tention twenny-fo seven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; You focus on your boos, and I&apos;ll focus on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky waves dismissively* Aw whatevs. You ain&apos;t no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I&apos;m plenty of fun! *Angel&apos;s voice is sharp, and as though to prove this, she hits the gas suddenly, and the car speeds forward in a violent jerk* The Kitaki Mansion, yes...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *The sudden increase in speed startles the little fox, reaching back to grip his seat. A wide grin crosses his face -- maybe Angel &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; know how to roll with the boys* Aw hells yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; *she hits a sharp curve, cutting off a few cars rather closely* Police driving- sometimes I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; miss it! *she says over the engine, narrowly missing a yellow-to-red light*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *He just keeps grinning, enjoying the reckless speed they&apos;re travelling at* You shore know how to be drivin&apos; G-baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; That&apos;s certainly not the last of my talents! *they reach the Kitaki Mansion at an alarming and most likely lethal speed, and the tires screech as Angel brings the car to an abrupt halt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *As the car comes to an abrupt stop, Wocky is thrown forward a little, briefly choking himself before he puts his feet down and unfastens his seatbelt. He rubs his neck a bit, grinning wide at Angel* You shore be impressive, yo... Ain&apos;t too bad -- for a cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; I&apos;ll show you more next week. *she smiles right back at him, sincerely* Now go on inside before your parents start to miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Yessum! *he opens the door and grabs his bag, stepping out. He sticks his head back into the car* So... next week, right? Maybe you can take me to that... uhhh Lunchland place? Maybe show me what you do there and... shiie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel:&lt;/b&gt; Consider it done! I&apos;ll pick you up after school at the same time next week- so don&apos;t stand me up! *she suddenly looks dangerous* Or else I&apos;ll arrest and then eat you. *a cheerful smile again* Goodbye, Wocky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky chuckles a bit, but takes her threat quite seriously -- Angel&apos;s not the first woman to threaten to eat him* Aw-- rite, rite! A&apos;course yo. I catch you on the flip, G-baby. You stay frosty! *he shuts the door and waves, quickly retreating towards the Kitaki mansion.*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 23:55:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THIS TTOTALLY SUCKZ GIUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>omfggggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you guys im ma give you all the 4-11 awite?? some bad stuff goin down right here an now and all dat. and UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways like i be gettin in a licka trouble at school again (like i always been no biggie rite?? no sweat i a real g we do that kinda thing in the ghetto holmes) cept like... this time my dad had to come in an talk with th principal cos like i hit some kid an he in the hospital now or somethin (YOU SAW IT ALL DINNT YOU LIL C THAT CRACKA FELL OFF THEM MONKEY BARS I AINT PUSHED HIM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways so that wanksta FELL I DIDNTT PUSH HIM an he crack open his skull all somethin fierce but OIT WASNT MY FAULT YOU GOT IT??? but anyway like th princiapl was telkinmy dad how im all rotten an shiie and aw man i wish tessiod just go an deck that lamer cos dissin me aint cool you dig?? but yeah so he talk to my dad an suggest i get someone t uhhhhh what was the word he used uhhhh man-taur me?? i donno what that shiie be like... man-taur? man... and what&apos;s a taur? one of them... half cow things right? I dunno wtf i be needin with a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i be meetin with this cow next week o somethin i dont remember pops said we be talkin bout it tonite or some shiie but MAN this TRIPPIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:43:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yo G this be the 4-11 rite here</title>
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  <description>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;CODY&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP CALLIN ME AT ALL HOURSA TH NIGHT I KN OW SAMRAI CON IS COMIN UP BOYO YOU DON NEEDZ TO BE SLAMMIN MY DIGITS EVRY FIFTENE SECINDS YO!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aznyways yo been havin a pretty full week so far!! one a my pops old friends from japan came up an they been doin a lotta.... buizznazz y knoww?? cos ats what th kitaki familys about awite?? innernational tradin an stock exchangin and.... hotels and shiie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i aint supposed t be takling bout this an all but hey yo i fgigure th internets awite knowin and all you aint all buck wild quackas... th kitaki familys got plans on buildin a public bathhouse!!! well we is plannin on it rite? donno if it gonna be goin down or whatevs but its a RELLY COOL IDEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i keep yallz posted on that awite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh an mikans gettin fat cos ma keeps feedin her fish when she already has her own chow t be nibblin on an i told mom t stop but now mikan dont want her regular food yknowhwatimsayin??? she be all OH NOW I GETS SALMON ALL TH TIME MEOW MEOW I DON WANT NONE A DIS SHIIE BOYO I WANT ME SOME TASTY VITTLES RITE?? shie dawg mikan is one spoiled puss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pops said we should let some mice loose in th house an try an get mikan to chase em so shed drop somma that flab but i think he was just jokin but its hard t tell with him so im gonna try catchin some field mice out by gourd lake after samurai con and let em loose in th kitchen but none of you be tellin him that awite?? them mice got in on their own cos if he was jsust jokin i aint wanna get in trouble or nothin k???</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 22:56:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so i was at the mall yesterday</title>
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  <description>an i met this real fly honey yo. she was right smokin i think her name be lita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yo like i was just chillin an minding my own biz-nazz see an suddenly i hears her a screamin!! i turn around rite and there is some busta white makin off with that shortys purse! now i am one sly mack daddy and i know you all be knowin that shiie for reals an all but this guy aint knowin how to be treatin a lady!! you dont go an steal a honeys purse right holmes?? that just aint cool no real g behavin like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chase this bo janglin foo down the line an i tackle him one good! i get on him and POW!!!!! i bust him one right in the mouth!! mmmHMMM. feel real good yo. he drops that sweet young thangs pure and BAM!!!!!!!! i pop him one again just for good measure right??? he start limpin away like some hoodrat an lil lita comes on over an she all thankin me an whatnot rite? well turns out that HONKEY tore up her purse when i be beatin&apos; his ass in!!! i was like DAYUM YO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went and did me a noble thing right i bought that snapplecakes a new purse to be replacin that old one. boy i never seen a girl get so excited over a guy buyin her a purse. then she left an i ddnt get her digits but im sure we be runnin into each other again maybe she can cold lamp with us sometime tru-bunny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bringin me up to this point i made this here journal entry for -- mizz cadaverini??? i spelled that right right?? ill ask big wins an edit later. uhhh oh yeah you be needin my skillz an services any time soon?? i really like workin for you boo!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 02:21:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i aint afraid a no earthquakes!!!</title>
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  <description>so the earthquake awite?? it wasnt scary yo sure there was a lotta shakin n quakin an grindin and shiie fallin all over in th store an all but i wasnt scared like nuh uh i had lil c clingin to me all oh god we is gon die wocky protect me and shiie and i did an some old guy was there an he be tryin to arrest me like an i was all nuh uh and then he went for lil c but jigga a real og be takin care of his own an i open up with my fly gangsta shit all over that busta white an show him what it like down where i come from holmes and then we got out and cody went home an couldnt find his mom like so now he be chillin with me i think he allergic to mikan or some shiie too but ma keeps givin him pills an i think we got in contact with his ma and she be stayin somewhere else right now an cody be with me another few days i donno he keeps makin me play that stupid samurai game he lent me and i was a chicken an mikan jumped at the screen so so wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh an im ok i tol you earthquakes got nothin on a kitaki.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 07:52:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[[Scene: Foxy Boo]]</title>
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  <description>[[Alternative title: Wocky the Pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes place on Saturday, dizzaym yo.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *Pearl had left Kurain very early in the morning, before Diego and Maya awoke. She had finished reading the first Harry Potter book on her own and decided to go to the city to lend it to Trucy. She wrote a note for her father, leaving it where he was sure to see it, and briefly considered taking his cell phone with her, but decided that since she couldn&apos;t ask, she would just leave it. She got on the bus and engrossed herself in reading until she was forced to transfer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *While she waits for the transfer, she continues to read, just glancing up when the bus comes. After about ten minutes, she puts down her book and looks around, realizing with a sudden shock that she&apos;s not on the right bus. She gets off at the first stop that looks familiar and looks around. If she&apos;s right, and she thinks she is, this is about the neighborhood where People Park is. She&apos;s been there before. As she turns the corner and sees the park, a smile spreads over her face.* Oh! Good, I&apos;m not very far away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *the boy comes barreling across the street a short distance in front of Pearl. He&apos;s chasing after his fuzzy orange puff of a cat, shouting loudly at the animal* Mikan you get back here, yo!! You ain&apos;t supposed to be eatin&apos; ma&apos;s flowers, she gon be pissed yo!! Come back here an&apos; apologize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *he dives at the cat, managing to snag his arms around her middle and tackle her to the ground, rolling a short distance along the middle of the the road and stopping right in front of Pearl* Aw man, ow, that shiie be wack. *Mikan wiggles out of Wocky&apos;s grip enough to butt her head against his chin, not at all injured from his sudden tackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she steps back a bit, surprised at the sudden sight of a somewhat familiar face* Oh! Um, Mister Wockster!! Hi! Hello! *with interest* Is that Mikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; ...Are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *he looks up at Pearl, mouth gaping open as he stares at her, raising an eyebrow* Huh? *he squints for a second and vaguely remembers Pearl from the internet* Oh yo, boo. You be Tru-Bunny&apos;s friend, right on. *Mikan meows loudly until Wocky pets her on the head* Yeah we be fine. Mikan always be runnin&apos; off when I catchin&apos; her bein&apos; bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I&apos;m Pearl Fey! I think you were at the talent show but I never met you there. *she bows deeply* It&apos;s very nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky stands up, holding Mikan under an arm* Oh, yeah, nice ta be makin&apos; yo acquaintance. *he&apos;s a little startled by the way she bows and quickly gives a small bow in return, letting Mikan slip out of his grip* I&apos;m Wocky Kitaki, but you can call me The Wockster and... you already been doin&apos; that... Uh so, sup P-boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, I&apos;m looking for Trucy&apos;s house and I think I know where it is from here. It&apos;s close by, isn&apos;t it? *she tilts her head and bends at the waist to pet Mikan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, Tru-bunny&apos;s place? It ain&apos;t far from here really... I guess. Closer than Lil C&apos;s. *he puts Mikan down once Pearl&apos;s done petting her and gives the young cat a nudge with his foot* Go on Mikan, get outta here. *Mikan runs off back towards the Kitaki residence* It&apos;s pretty hot out here, yo, you want a ride or somethin&apos;? I can prolly get one of the boys to give ya a lift.... *he scratches the back of his neck a little bit* Sure beats walkin&apos;, y&apos;know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *smiles warmly* No, I&apos;ll be fine! I usually walk all the way from Kurain, but today I took the bus. I guess that&apos;s why I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw shiie, yo. Kurain&apos;s way outside! That shiie be like, two hour ride and then some. You really buck wild, P-boo. *he raises his eyebrows* Buses down in this hood don&apos;t even got no a-to-th&apos;-c! You must be right cookin&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she looks quizzically at him* Um, ay to the sea? I was going to Trucy&apos;s house, not the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky shakes his head, looking rather concerned* Dag yo, that shiie be meltin&apos; yo brain, make it all slip out. Come on, I know just how to be fixin&apos; yo. *Wocky takes Pearl&apos;s hand and leads her into the park*Come on, only take a few mins, I got you covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she&apos;s a little anxious, because after all this is her first time meeting the boy, but he&apos;s friends with Trucy, so she follows him* Um... is this really all right? I promise I&apos;m okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky leads Pearl down the main path of the park* Don&apos;t yo be worryin&apos;, I know just how to fix you up right. *They reach the center of the park, where a large outdoor fountain is* Aw-ite! *he lets go of Pearl&apos;s hand and takes off his shoes. Stuffing his socks into them and then rolling up his pant legs, he looks to Pearl with a grin* Take off yo sandals and hop right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she purses her lips, but he lives around here so he should know if this is okay, right? She slips off her sandals and watches him before she makes a move herself*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Once his pants are up to his knees, he takes off his shirt and tosses it on top of his shoes. He jumps up onto the ledge of the fountain and then splashes down into the shallow water* Come on, it&apos;s fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she tilts her head, climbing up onto the ledge* Are you &lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt; it&apos;s all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Sure is! *he steps forward and shoves his head into the steady stream of water falling from the fountain head, soaking his hair. He steps back and shakes his hair out, looking over to pearl* Cools ya right off too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Well... Okay then! *steps into the water, but takes care not to get water on her clothes or head. She walks around the fountain curiously, holding her hands out to the stream of water, flinching away with the rest of her body as it splashes onto her face. She smiles.* This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *he walks over towards her and crouches down, splashing some water against her bare legs* I told you! You an&apos; Tru-bunny an&apos; Masta P should come an&apos; play here sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she flinches away with a giggle and splashes him back* I will be sure to tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Damn skippy! That be somethin&apos; tight right there. *he moves back to the ledge of the fountain and hops out* You wait here a sec, I&apos;mma be right back with somethin&apos; good, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Okay!! *she seats herself on the edge to wait, kicking her legs through the water.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky returns a few minutes later, holding two small cups of strawberry-flavoured shaved ice. He holds two plastic spoons in his mouth by the handles and sits down on the ledge of the fountain, offering one shaved ice to Pearl* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she blinks* For me? *she takes it with both hands* Thank you very much, Mister Wockster! *she smiles and holds the cup with a pleased look on her face, waiting for him to start eating before she does.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *he takes one of the spoons out of his mouth, wiping the end off on his pants and handing it to Pearl* Hope you be wantin&apos; to nummy down on this yo. I didn&apos;t know what kind you be all over so I just snatched up some strawberry yo. *He stabs his spoon into the shaved ice* Careful though, cos then you might get some brain freeze goin&apos; on, ya dig? *he shovels some into his mouth, turning his body around to put his feet back into the fountain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she takes the spoon and smiles* I&apos;ll be very careful. Itadakimasu... *she murmurs, and then she takes a small spoonful into her mouth.* Um, Mister Wockster, you&apos;re Trucy&apos;s reading buddy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Straight up, yo. I&apos;m the best readin&apos; buddy there ever was! Why? You want me as a readin&apos; buddy too, boo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *surprised* Oh! Well, I don&apos;t know how well that would work, because I live so far away. But I like reading too, and I&apos;m curious what books you read?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky looks completely serious as he looks to Pearl* Yo man, I be likin&apos; books about mobsters an&apos; monsters an&apos; guns and mobsters who be shootin&apos; at monsters with guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she blinks at him* Oh! That sounds kind of scary! But I guess lots of scary things happen in the books I read too, and I like that. *takes a bite of shaved ice* Does Trucy like those books too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Naw, Tru-bunny be likin&apos; books about talkin&apos; rabbits an&apos; magic an&apos;... Shiie. I think we read one &apos;bout cats together... She likes when I be givin&apos; them all diff&apos;rent voices, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she beams* I like that too!! My father is so good at that! He really sounds like different people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; You gots a pops too? *Wocky starts looking around* Where he at? He come along too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, no, I left him at home. He works very hard outside, so he was sleeping when I left. *another bite of shaved ice* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw yeah, I know how that goes. *he brings his shaved ice cup up to his mouth and drinks what has melted before digging in with his spoon again* My pops be workin&apos; all the time, at&apos;s how a man does it y&apos;know? Be workin&apos; hard for his family an&apos; his lady, bein&apos; real tough and keepin&apos; it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she smiles* Yes! Daddies are just like that! *she stirs the shaved ice into a half-melted slushy* I didn&apos;t really know what they were like before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; You ain&apos;t never had a pops before? Aw shiie P-boo, I coulda been loanin&apos; you mind if you had been wantin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she drinks the slush* I have one now! *beams* So thank you very much for your kind offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; No sweat yo! I mean, you gots a pops now so it&apos;s all chill, right snapplecakes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah! It&apos;s chill, like you said. *wiggles her toes* What&apos;s your father like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky shoves a large mouthful of ice into his mouth and speaks, his words a little muffled* He wears a dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *blinks* Oh! *confused* What kind of a dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; It ain&apos;t really a dress, yo. *he swallows the ice* It&apos;s a straight up kimono an&apos; he wears it all the time. I try an be tellin&apos; him we ain&apos;t in th&apos; old country no more but he be all about traditional values an... shiie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, my father wears that sometimes, but mostly only when he&apos;s training... or something... at Hazakura. It&apos;s not a bad thing, is it? *tilts her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Well, out there it be fine, yo. But here in the city it&apos;s whack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Oh... *she looks down at her own traditional clothing, a bit sadly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *He clears his throat, realizing he&apos;s said something wrong* Ah, naw, naw, what I be meanin&apos; like is... If we be livin&apos; out near Kurain or Haza, we be just chill in kimonos an&apos; stuff but since we ain&apos;t livin&apos; near no temples it be different an... shiie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *still looks a bit sad* I suppose... I don&apos;t really have any clothes that don&apos;t look like this, though. Except work clothes. Do you think that&apos;s okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Well, you be livin&apos; in Kurain, the rules be diff&apos;rent for you y&apos;knowhaddimsayin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; So it&apos;s okay even if I am here right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw hell yeah it is, an&apos; if anyone be havin&apos; a problem wit dat, I gon&apos; pop a cap in &apos;em! 8He reaches over and puts his arm around Pearl* Cos &apos;at&apos;s what I do, I look out for my boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she blushes, but then seems to realize something, and frowns* M-Mister Wockster, um, what does &apos;boo&apos; mean...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw boo, you trippin&apos;? It means you be hella tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *looking at him intensely, seriously* But Trucy is your special someone, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky blinks, a little confused* M&apos;special what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *surprised* Your special someone!! Like, the person you want to spend all your time with, and they make you happy, and ummm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky tilts his head* I don&apos;t think I really gots a special someone, yo. Except maybe Lil C but he be buck wild sometimes yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she blinks slowly at him for a few stunned moments* You mean your special someone is--- But... Trucy said!! *she stands up, pushing him away a bit roughly* What about Trucy?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky is horribly confused by this and he blinks a little with his mouth gaping open* Tru-bunny been sayin&apos; what now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *she frowns, confused* Um, uh. *If Wocky didn&apos;t know... maybe it was a secret?* She said um... *she bites her thumb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Something clicks in Wocky&apos;s head as he looks at Pearl. He tilts his head, sticking his lip out a little* Oh, is what you sayin&apos; that Trucy be my girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *A quick nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky shakes his head* naw, naw, we ain&apos;t like that, yo! She just be a girl who&apos;s my friend, yo. My boo! Like you! A real G has lots of boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; R-really? *continues to suck on her thumb* But, um, she thinks... *she&apos;s frowning, very clearly trying to sort this whole thing out in her head.* Um... *She seems to come to a satisfactory conclusion: It will be a little while before they get married, anyway, so it&apos;s all right.* All right then. I guess that&apos;s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; I&apos;ma  real G, straight up! I take care of my homies an&apos; my boos -- cos that&apos;s what a man does, y&apos;know? You still wanna be my boo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; ...Um, if my dad says it&apos;s okay, then sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Aw-ite, I can dig it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; I can, too. *a warm smile* It&apos;s good to finally meet you, Mister Wockster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, it&apos;s great to be meetin&apos; you too P-boo! *he grins and stands up, holding his hand out to help her up* I guess you should be headin&apos; off though... You know how to get to Tru-Bunny&apos;s place, right? You guys can come back and chillax with me laters if you be wantin&apos; to an&apos; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, of course. I would love to. *takes his hand and climbs down from the fountain, slipping her shoes back on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; *the click of heels fill the air, the sharp rap of hard leather again concrete, and a rough voice speaks - it is level, but it is severe* &lt;i&gt;Pearl&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *She jumps, an uncomfortable shiver going up her spine. It&apos;s something that&apos;s not unfamiliar to her, but she has never heard this tone of voice from Diego.* Father...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky looks over towards where Diego is approaching. Puffing out his chest a bit, he steps a little closer to Pearl* Yo, dis guy your pops, boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; Mind yourself when referring to your elders, kid; it&apos;s a rule to live by. *his hands are in his pockets, and he&apos;s only looking at Pearl* Sweet girl, you left without telling me. I was worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *She looks sadly up at him.* You seemed very tired, Father, I didn&apos;t want to wake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; *tilts his head; she obviously didn&apos;t mean anything, but...* Well, thank you, but you still shouldn&apos;t go to the city alone, especially without telling me. It&apos;s a dangerous place, and there are bad people out here who would do bad things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *She nods* I... I&apos;m sorry. I just used to do it all the time... My mother used to tell me that kind of thing, but I thought since she was wrong about a lot of other stuff.... *gestures to Wocky* I found a nice person, he got me shaved ice and we played in the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Yo, don&apos;t you worry dude! *Wocky butts into the conversation, pounding his first on his chest proudly* I&apos;ll keep P-boo safe, yo. No bad guys gon come around here with th&apos; Wockster around. I&apos;m a real G, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; *turns his face to Wocky and sets his mouth in a line* Wocky Kitaki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; In th&apos; flesh, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; Does your mother know you&apos;re inviting eleven-year-old girls to come to the city and wander around alone just so they can have playtime with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky folds his arms across his chest and sneers* Yo man, I ain&apos;t invited her, I just found her is all! Good thing I did too cos she was so buck wild t&apos; be showin up here an&apos; shiie, I thought her brain be all meltin&apos; like and I brought here for a bit of a splash y&apos;know what I&apos;m sayin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; I came to see Trucy, father... I&apos;m bringing her a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; *looks at Pearl, then back at Wocky, then grins wide* ...Heh. Then thanks, kid. *reaches into his pocket and pulls out an individually wrapped coffee candy, tossing it at Wocky* Catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky manages to catch the candy, fumbling it for a moment* Thanks, yo. An&apos; don&apos;t be too harsh on P-boo, aw-ite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *Looks up at her dad* Am... am I in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; No, sweet girl. *reaches down and takes her hand, then looks at Wocky* Don&apos;t worry, kid. She didn&apos;t know better: now she does. No harm done. I&apos;ll take her to her friend&apos;s house, and then w&apos;ell go home. Thanks for looking out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; No prob, G. You know she can be hangin&apos; round me any time she wants, yo. A real G takes care of his boo so don&apos;t be afraid to hit me up, holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *squeezes her daddy&apos;s hand* Thank you very much, Mister Wockster. It was a very enjoyable time. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; *notices Pearl bowing before flinching and then bowing himself* Of course, Little Fox. I&apos;ll get in touch with your mother and give her my number. If you and Pealr want to arrange something, it shouldn&apos;t be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Tight, yo. *Wocky starts twirling the end of his bangs around a finger with a grin* Hear that P-boo? We can get together again real soon, have some more shaved ice! Shiie girl, the townies better be watchin&apos; out when we be on the prowl, aw-ite?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Okay! That should be a lot of fun, Mister Wockster! It sounds, um... tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; Straight up yo! Don&apos; be trippin now. I catch you on th&apos; flip, P-boo, Big Guy. Stay frosty, aw-ite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; Right. Take it easy, kid. *straightens and give a two-fingered wave, then turns with Pearl in tow* Come on, Pearl - my bike&apos;s just down the street, and we&apos;ll be to Wright&apos;s apartment in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; Okay! *a smile* I&apos;m sorry I worried you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego:&lt;/b&gt; It&apos;s all right. We&apos;ll talk more about it when we get home. *for a moment his mouth is set in a line again* With Maya. *then the grin is back* We&apos;ll get some ice cream on the way back, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearl:&lt;/b&gt; *nods* All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wocky:&lt;/b&gt; *Wocky watches them leave, whistling a bit as Tessio emerges from nearby* Shiie Tessio... I got so many shorties, I dunno what I&apos;m gon be doin&apos; with &apos;em all! *Tessio simply nods as Wocky jumps back into the fountain*</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 21:31:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>where is everyone?????</title>
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  <description>so i came home afgter schooll today an nobody was home. what gives/??? i called mom on my cell at liunch and told her i wanted sukiyaki for dinner and she said okay cos the men were supposed to be here but when i got home she wasnt here and neither was big wins or any of the men and tessio dropped me off and then had to go somewhere he said and i looked around for mikan but she was outside or somethin i guess i dunno and i still cant find her but maybe shell get hungry soon and come back but i dunno and im gettin hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when i comes home from school and shii moms got dumplins or somethin made up for me or like buns and i really like the new recipe she got for red bean buns they so fly yknow i really want one of those right now but i guess big wins took the last one or something but i thought mom made more i dunno ill look in the kitchen again in a minute or somethin but they taste way better when they fresh yo and i really like em steamed but i dunno how to steam my own buns and mom says i cant do that by myself anyways but since no one is here im really gettin hungry maybe i should have asked tessio to take me ti codys or somethin he lives near an ice cream place an we could have got somethin or shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw an apple or szome kinda weird fruit on back of the fridge it looks like it might be bad but i can probaly cut ofgf the bad part an eat that til someone comes home i tried to call big wins but hes got his phone off or somethin (i put umbrella as his ringtone and that made him real happy yo we rollin deep again holmes) what was i talking about agauin??? oh yeh im bored and hungry and wish someone was home with me right now cos im hungry an bored and i think big wins took my gmaestation cables away cos i failed my last assignment an i wanted to play the new grand theft auto but shit man i cant do that now can i g?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghhhh. maybe ill go find mikan or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i hope my mom comes home soon cos she told me she worked more on my stupid lame stupid samurai costume for stupidcon and i kinda wanted to see it and show you lil c so you can tells me if she be doin it rite since i aint looking up no smelly samurai and the crystal goblet of suck references for it cos im only goin to this stupid thing for you yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay stay frosty livejournal</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 08:12:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So...</title>
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  <description>so like i dont even like the stupid show but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone goin to uh... samuraicon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised lil c id go with him an shiie but ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls someone tell me it aint at lame as it be soundin rite????</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 09:03:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stupid Samurai and the Revenge of the Retarded Mole People</title>
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  <description>...or whatever cody made me watch with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cody came home with me after school cos his mom was workin late or somethin i dunno but he brought over some of his granite samurai or whatever movies and i guess the one where he was on the moon fighting those fly moon gangsters was pretty chill yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dads away on biznazz rite now with somma the boyz but she made yakisoba anyways (dad thinks her yakisoba is fly) when i was little i didnt like yakisoba so i was real clever and called it yucky soba but i like it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to codys stupid samurai crap. i liked the one where he was on the moon but that doesnt mean i like his stupid samurai series!!!! i should show him a GOOD samurai series sometime. maybe when my dad gets back ill ask if i can go into his office and get lone wolf and cub. its a really old series that my grandpa used to read but just cos its old dont be dissin homeboy cos its really good.  my dad bought a re-release of the movies when they came out on blu-ray and he keeps them in his office along with the original novels (theyre written in japanese cos they belonged to grandpa which is totally bumpin yo i cant read none of em too good but i be all over that shiie someday!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways whats haps in the hood journal peeps??</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 10:24:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY B-2-TH-DAY TRU-BUNNY!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRU-BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im real excited to see you today fo sho!! i dunno of masta p lets you check lj before school or what but HAPPT BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class is supposed to be coming today before lunch and im bringin somethin extra special for you!!! moms making chūkaman right now for me to bring to nummy down somethin fierce on laters an she made enough for me to be sharin wit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since its your birthday we be makin em extra tight yo!! just for you heres a pic i took with codys camera (btw cody i stole your camera on accident ill give it back today so dont flip yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh175/Gavinner/bunnybao3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they aint sweet like custard buns or red bean but they gon be REAL tasty im eating one right now an its ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill bring some for you too cody but dont you be goin off all blah blah you never make me samurai crackers and shiie k?? i cap you one fo that fo sho wigger jones.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 22:45:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>UGH I HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>its been forEVER since i made a post here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was that whole deal down at people park see... real big mess an real unfortunate for the bro involved. Real sorry for everythin that happened to you too miss cadadvaerini mom said she an big wins&apos;d be talkin to your grampa soon about it i hope you can still come and chill over at our place (he wont ground you will he???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this whole thing be buggin boyo. Mom an&apos; big wins said i couldnt use my computer for anything but school up &apos;til today but im back now! kinda sucks cos i cant have my friends over to cold lamp in the crib yo (srry cody we still rollin deep right lil c?? you can bring your new stupid samurai movie over next week maybe). a couple of our boyz are out on business right now see so i got nothin to do an no one to drive me places!! guess i can still go play in the park tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikan ate a june bug this morning an then she puked it up. it was gross cos she tried to eat it again after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah tru-bunny in case you didnt see the post made my my mom you placed 2nd in the talent show!! not fair yo i was pushin for you to be first!!! cos you was GREAT!!!! ill bring you another custard bun when my class comes to read with yours ok???</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 12:18:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YOU ALL BETTER COME TO THIS!!!!</title>
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  <description>OK SO LIKE THE ANNIVERSARTY OF PEOPLE PARK IS COMIN UP REAL SOON AND YU ALL BETTER BE COMING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALL BETTER BE HIP TO TH&apos; AIR I BE BREATHIN RIGHT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RIVALES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT QUESTIONS PUNK? YOU BE ASKIN EM RIHT HERE IM THE COORDINATOR&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(s&apos; son)&lt;/font&gt;!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 21:05:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DAY I GOT MIKAN!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>so on friday my parents came into my room while i was gone and i was a little buggin cos of it but  i aint gonna be curryin em cos the news i have is totally bomb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been keeping a kitten here in my room for like two weeks or somethin&apos;. shiie i was good at hidin her! but its cool that i dont gotta be doin at anymore!! cos mom and big wins said i could keep her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got her shots and i had to clean my room so mom wouldnt be regulatin an takin my allowance. i got her a pink collar too and it has a yellow trim so it looks like my jacket cos shes my cat o we gotta be rollin deep like that homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes orange with white paws and a white tail and a little white on her nose and a little black spot by her eye and she got green eyes and shes real fluffy. i named her mikan cos i want her to be a respectable lady and respectable ladies are named after fruit (right dad???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikan is pretty cool but the best thing ever is that dad said hed get me a real sword for my  13th birthday!!! its not til the fall but HOLY SHIT A REAL SWORD!! maybe i can get a gun when im 14 too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to use my real sword tho and then have tessio take me to the shooting range with my gun and ill be a real g just like my dad. itll be so tight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done now peace out an stay frosty.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 01:38:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I HATE SCHOOL ITS SO STUPID</title>
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  <description>So on friday some busta white was all buggin and bo janglin around me and my crew and lil c was doing all this whack samurai SHIT and i was all like whatever and was just cold-lampin and this dude was all cop-blockin and i wanted to give him a curb-job but lil c was all naw man and said somethin about some new samurai show. i dont really pay attention to the dizzle he spew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was this samurai thing you were all curried about cos it was a knock-off of sommat?? craooy samurai electric bugaboo or something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh big wins dont go in my room. you either mom. i also need to know if we have any milk and if i can have a dish of milk but dont ask why just stay out of my room!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop listening to the umbrella song.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:08:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What up dawgs and homies?!</title>
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  <description>Hey what up lil&apos; C?? Thats you cody. im gonna call you lil c from now on cos its a cool nickname g. you havent been in class all week are you sick lil dawg?? i tried calling you but i guess your mom doesnt like being called at three in the morning (i think i called you anyways i dont think i really got your digits holmes so i guess that wack i dunno what quacker i called.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Wins has been all up in my face about SHIT again lately. ughghhhh what does an OG need math for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go clean my room now before he comes in here to pop a cap in me or somethin. I BET YOUD LIKE THAT WOULDNT YOU OLD MAN?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ooc: *hangs head* I&apos;m sorry, I don&apos;t speak ghetto very well.]]</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:09:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[[OOC RETCON]]</title>
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  <description>[[ Takita Kitaki is now known as Wocky Kitaki. I suppose he&apos;s a Wocky Kitaki man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up I know that was awful.]]</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:56:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Valentiens box</title>
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  <description>So dad wanted me to put up some box for people to put valentines and chocolate in or something and i&apos;m supposed to help him make chocolate for mom. i think he said something about making chocolates shaped like rice balls?? that could be kind of neat but i think we should make chocolate foxes but he said that might get a little hard but maybe when i get older but ughhh valentines day is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[comments screened, anon is enabled, show the little brat how much you care 8D]</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:49:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So uh... I heard there&apos;s a circus thing going on soon. 10th of feb or something? not that the circus is cool or anything cos its not its SO LAME and DUMB but if someone took me I&apos;d probably go and have fun and not complain about how BORING and RETARDED it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know just saying and stuff.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i stole this from cody its like one of those things that a lot of people do and post in their journals or something which i guess is kinda cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://quizzes.blogquiz.net/fun-quizzes/LiveJournal-Memes/How-Should-Your-LJ-Friends-Comment-in-This-Entry-livejournal-meme-quiz_aWQ9NDQ5.html&quot; method=&quot;post&quot; name=&quot;quiz449&quot;&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF; 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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 23:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>scool&apos;s boring but popsicles are ok</title>
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  <description>So Cody brought in these steel samurai popsicles today. They&apos;re not really popsicles so much as they were blocks of frozen ice on sticks. With colour. they were okay i guess but Cody only let me have one and it was like a... magenta magistrate flavour or something. it was weird. cody&apos;s weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made sukiyaki when i got home and all of dad&apos;s guys ate it before i could get any. i&apos;m so PISSED!!! i really love her sukiyaki but i hate when ASSHOLES eat it all!! cody you should come over for it sometime when DICKBUTTS aren&apos;t eating it all. at least she saved me a steamed bun. it had custard in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad I want to break fingers too. can i come down on the next guy who owes us money pleeeeease??? I KNOW you read my journal!! lemme go on a run already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i&apos;m out. ~stay frosty~</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:34:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>First Entry!</title>
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  <description>So I got this journal thing cuz a bucnh of kids at school have them. I think its kinda stupid an stuff but oh well I guess I might as well use it (you know, so people stop bugging me and SHIT!!) So heres my journal. I got the kind with foxes because theyre the coolest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class this one moron was fighting with the teacher and like throwing hunks of cardboard at her and SHIT so it was like what is up with that kid? He carries a sword in his backpack which i guess makes him pretty cool (I guess i should practice with my bokken sometime... meehh...)Anyways guy gets points for the sword but really what was he doing?? Does he really think arguing with the teach is gonna make him badass? HA! Not likely everyone knows Im the baddest kid in school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted me to clean my room but ughhh if i don&apos;t touch it for long enough shell just end u[ doing it so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go do homework tho. Imma get whooped by dad if i fail another test.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:45:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[[OOC POST]]</title>
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  <description>Original Posting Date: Jan 17th 2008&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Feb 21st 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NAME:] Wocky Kitaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AGE:] 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GENDER:] Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[STATUS:] Single (although there’s probably a small group of girls at school who pull each other’s hair and argue who gets to be his girlfriend; he’s not interested in any of you &amp;gt;:\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEXUALITY:] Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FRIENDS:] Plum Kitaki - Mother : Wocky is very fond of his mother, but is just a little too proud to admit it outloud. She tends to spoil him, but she can be strict when he steps a bit too far out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winfred Kitaki - Father: Although Wocky cares about his father, the two don’t always agree about things (Wocky’s too little to be making decisions for the family anyways &amp;gt;:/). Wocky still respects his father a great deal, being the Yakuza man he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsudzuo - Kitaki Underboss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody Hackins - Wocky&apos;s schoolyard chum. They don&apos;t have too much in common, aside from the fact they both love to act out in class. Despite Wocky&apos;s distaste for the Steel Samurai, the two seem to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucy Wright - Wocky is Trucy&apos;s reading buddy at school. He sees her at recess sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENEMIES:] The entire Rivales clan!! *snarls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Engarde - Engarde was picking on Trucy in her journal. Wocky stood up against him and his lackey to defend her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Beef&lt;/s&gt;Richard Wellington - Accompanied Engarde in harassing Trucy on her journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OCCUPATION:] &lt;s&gt;Yakuza&lt;/s&gt; Junior High Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOBBIES:] Things that make him feel like a big man (fist-fights, arguements, yelling at people over his video games), snacking (when you’re Wocky, this is a hobby.), going to the arcade, LOITERING (so bad!), football (only tackle football... Because he gets to tackle people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIKES:] Getting into fights, knives (Mom just gave him his very own practice katana too!), guns, being a badass, anything to do with the mafia, he’s starting to notice girls too (and how they need big, strong men like him to protect them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DISLIKES:] THE Rivales CLAN, homework, cleaning his room, being grounded, The Steel Samurai (Samurais are so boring -- that show about mobsters on tv after his bedtime that his parents don’t know he watches it so much cooler!), not getting his full allowance, Tsudzuo not buying him cigarettes (Come ON, Tsudzuo, how else am I gonna look badass now?!), his mom smothering him with affection (in front of people at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[STRENGTHS:] Wocky is brave and manly (at least, he tries to be). An idealistic youth who does his best to uphold himself to the code of the Yakuza. He’s defiant (almost to a fault) but knows how to stand up for himself. He doesn’t let anyone see him cry (even if his mom sometimes whacks him in the back of the leg really, really hard for cursing infront of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WEAKNESSES:] Brash and tempermental, the smallest things can set Wocky. He’s a little difficult to handle and tends to mouth off at the wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[APPEARANCE:] Wocky is currently a little short and has a bit of pudge on him. He’s often seen wearing his “badass face” (which is more of a pathetic pout right now, he’s still practicing). His hair is naturally a dark brown, but he’s already gotten into the habit of dying it various colours (curently, being a lighter brown, orange and blond mess). He’s still working on tweaking his hair into a style that works (and is always given grief when his mother tries to comb back his bleached cowlicks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PERSONALITY:] Wocky loves the ideals that surround a gangster lifestyle and is quite absorbed with it. He loves to act manly and bold, taking a sort of pleasure from intimidating his peers. He’s a bit too mouthy at times, which can lead to the occasional shouting match in the Kitaki home (particularly between him and his father). He loves his parents a great deal, even if he doesn’t always get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BACKGROUND:] In a mafia family, life was never hard for Wocky. He grew up understanding how the family worked - and as son of the Don, he was entitled to special treatment (which he occasionally took advantage of). From the time Wocky was young, he learned how to behave when meeting other (neutral or allied) families (probably the only time he actually is polite and doesn’t open his mouth). Although he’s never been permitted to join his father in meeting the Rivales clan, he already harbours a burning hatred for them, based solely off his father’s attidude towards them for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wocky is more than used to the concept of having bodyguards around him at all times. He understood at a young age that as the son of the Don, he was a target for unfriendly families (although, this didn’t cause him to become any more cautious by any means). He’s had the Kitaki underboss by his side almost his entire life though, pretty much acting as his full-time bodyguard every time he leaves the Kitaki household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wocky has been going to public school since the time he was eight as well; Winfred figured it would be best for him, to keep his head in the normal civilian world instead of his constant exposure to the seedy underworld. Unfortunately, the underworld mentality follows Wocky wherever he goes, making him a bit of a terror for his teachers. He hasn’t been forced to transfer schools yet (most likely because the principal is terrified of having to meet with Wocky’s parents.)</description>
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