((Ah, I see! :3 Thanks for clearing that up for me. I can probably have Casey Jones be friends with Damon from school, hm...))
"Dude, and then I was like 'Bam!' Ultra alien species knocked out."
"Nah man, you're blubbering." Damon snorted, lying back on his couch and cracking open a nice, cold, and foaming can of sprite. Casey frowned, leaning forward from where he was chatting animatedly from his own lounge chair. The two teenage boys were currently inside of Damon's own apartment complex, which wasn't bad at all, all things considering. The boy got a hefty daily pay from the government, enough to live a rather high-end lifestyle. Basically, he was rich. Not the richest, but pretty rich. He and Casey hit it off pretty well after Damon caught the dude getting jumped by a bunch of college idiots. Casey was a great fighter, all things considering, but he was sorta getting overwhelmed. That was when Damon sort of walked up and bluntly released a calm snapkick at the leader's face, crushing his nose and sending him flying into the alley's garbage. Since then, they have been pretty cool friends.
"I'm dead serious. Pretty sure he's still knocked ou-" They were both cut off from a scream, from the alleyway right beside Damon's apartment. The two glanced at each other, eyes narrowed. "What was that?" Damon asked with a frown, standing and putting his half-empty can of Sprite onto the coaster. Casey stood as well, grabbing his hockey stick from beside the chair, and twirling it between his hands with a sense of finality. "Don't know...but it sounded like a girl." The 17 year old responded, walking over to Damon's window. He kicked it open, and Damon facepalmed, walking over and shoving the other guy away.
"Thanks for cracking my window, butt." The teen hissed, sticking his head out of the window. His crimson eyes narrowed, and Casey spoke up from where he was standing, arms crossed. "What is it?" He asked, voice low. Damon frowned even more. A lady, and a rather pretty one at that, was surrounded by what seemed to be five men. Damon prepared to leap out, but paused when one of the men, all clad in ski masks, pulled out a gun. "Lady getting mugged. Let's go." The boy leaped out of the window, Casey following suit, although the human boy grabbed onto the fire escape on his way down, and then leaped the rest of the way.
"Who are you punks?" The ring-leader growled, turning from the lady, who was sitting on the ground, scared out of her mind. Damon raised an eyebrow, before suddenly blurring forward and snapping upwards with an explosive kick, his body twisted at an impossible angle. The man was blasted from his position, slamming into the wall painfully, before falling to the ground, knocked out. The crook with the gun began stuttering, pulling up his gun, only for a hockey stick to splinter against his face and knock him out instantly.
Casey and Damon smirked at each other, before glowering at the left over three criminals. By now, the lady had run away amongst the seconds of violence. The crooks gulped, and Damon cracked his knuckles. Both parties charged.
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But I'm not sure whether or not __PawPrints__ wants you to post a form for him and then have him accepted...I honestly don't know ^-^ Just throwing it out there...)
