:: L I M E ... L I G H T :: Band RP ::

[darlingdiablo]

Tristan smiled happy he had agreed well that just everything perfect. He wanted to make it an official relationship. When he leaned into kiss her she just about leaned in To but that was before his drink had spilt all over Danny shirt. Oh. Sh**t

Danny looked t his shirt, "what the h*ll man" He said shoving into Sean. He had it he knew they had fight but wasn't it over. Fury was in his eyes- and wanted to fight. Brand new shirt, 70 bucks good money for a frickon T- shirt.

Tristan watched in horror as thugs were unraveled she shot her eyes at Claire. Glancing at the guys a big fight was coming- she felt and knew it walking over to Claire she shhok her head- she saw that evil look on her face. Same look the day she left.
"You couldn't leave it. Alone could you ClIre what more do you want it's over it's done. " she glanced back at them. Her hands in clenched fence she went by Seans side taking his side. Bloody nose, black eye shed live. He was worth the fight

[morris.]

:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::

Finnally! Sean will get my Revenge, for, leaving me, Claire's arm's crossed, but soon she turned to see a familiar face. Tristan, great. The one who could stop all of this. Claire's fists tightened. "You gonna brain wash Danny again? Like you did before? Grow up!" Claire sneered in Tristan's dirrection. Claire wanted to swing a punch, but she'd leave that to the boys.

☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒

Sean dropped the can. He gritted his teeth. "I've had enough of you today. A bloody nose? A black f****** eye? When are you going to lern this isn't your fight?" Sean said angrily. But no. Sean couldn't hold it. Temper was loose and so was Sean's fist from his side. The fist met Danny's stomach with impact. But Sean knew that wasn't going to be the only hit. Oh no. Danny was probably fed up with Sean too, after all, everthing seemed to be going the opposite for Danny today. Sean didn't want to fight, and soon temper was replaced with regret.

:: Natt Motte :: 3Oh!3 ::

Nat bit his lip. Oh good God. Wasn't there enough fighting for today? For some reason Nat knew Karma would turn on Sean, it had to. After all Sean's face signaled it, either way, Nat stood ready to tscle somebody, even if it was Sean, Nat didn't want this to get too serious. But Nat had a small feeling that it probably would regardless if he did anything.

[darlingdiablo]

Tristan turned her head at Claires quick remark, "Your really going to say that" she said she turned her head toward Sean and Danny the fight progressed. Why had this happen- out of everything that had happened today... She glared at Claire
"It ain't over b*tch" she mouthed

Danny wheeled back- feeling he impact. Grabbing his breath he reled back fanning his arm and twisting it back close to breaking point (I wot power power play so you choose) "I didnt want what I got- I regret everything iv done. Tonight seemed my perfect night until you had ruin it" he said he felt the bones in Seans. Arm holding together as best as the could

Tristan stood in pain watching what could she do- there was nothing
Words wouldn't do anything but make Danny hurt Sean even mors

[neonireland]

Layla cracked her nuckles, as she always did when she was nervous or scared. She was purely terrified, wishing she could help yet she knew she couldn't stop this, nor its consiquences.

[morris.]

:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::

Claire's grin widened. She looked up a Tristan and rolled her eyes. 'I think It is,' Claire mouthed back. Soon Claire lifted her hand, and flipped off Tristan. Claire never liked her, and if she had the guts she would tackle Tristan, but who knew what would happen there. Claire would probably be tossed, wuch was why she always had hot tempered big muscled men like Danny fight her battles under some sort of Suduction technique.

☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒

Sean could feel his arm being twisted to become nothing but a broken arm. He hadn't felt pain like this since he was ten. "Argh!" He grunted loudly as he gritted his teeth. His arm was broken, broken. He could feel it too. Sean couldn't fright back, his mind was focused on the intense pain. Soon Sean's face became red as he tried to hold a rather large manly [XD] scream. But it burst. "Ahhh!" He grunted even louder in attempt to reach for Danny's arm.

:: Natt Motte :: 3Oh!3 ::

Karma is a b***h. Nat could only watch as his friends arm was twisten only to crack to be broken. Shock was replaced by pure anger. Soon Nat jumped at Danny, tackling him off of Sean's arm. "All for a dumb a** f****** shirt? And you called Sean a pretty boy?" Nat said truthfully as he slowly stood up over Danny. Natt an Ed back at Sean who's arm was bleeding now. "Layla, call an ambulance," with that Nat jumped over Danny,giving him one last kick to rush to Sean's aid.

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[neonireland]

Layla pulled out her phone, and called whomever might help. She felt shocked, more than shocked. Terrified. It showed on her face.

[darlingdiablo]

Tristan growled And heard the crack- it practically made her fall. Then she heard Sean screaming in pain
"Sean" she yelled trying to run to him. She was held back with somones hand on her shoulder.
"theres a reason I did that Trey time to learn not to mess with me" he said releasing his grip and walking back to Claire
She was finally able to go to I'm
"Oh my Gish Sean" she said her voice crackin why couldnt she be strong when she needed to be she felt he tears slip and she started cussing herself off in her mind she saw his arm in a bent angle, his arm bleeding. She stopped and thought remembering something or two in school
"Sean please be ok"she said her voice soft and in a whisper her her eyea glazed and tears on her cheeks. Why? She closed her eyes and replayed what happened
"We can't wait for an ambulance, let's go" she said loudly some how bravery struck to her. He was pain, and I killed her to see him in pain but they couldn't wait for.ambulance. She put a hand on his good arm looking him in the eyes crying the worst way shed ever wan him to see her

[neonireland]

[i gtg to bed. please dont rp too much, cause I had something planned like you do. so please, dont go tooo far. night!]

[morris.]

:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::

Claire gathered her hair and put it in a side ponytail. She was officially satisfied. Now what? She joined Danny's side. "Why did you do that? Danny;; You probably just got yourself in a mess of marbles," Aire gave a slight sigh, thinking of whT could happen to him. Jail? Nother fight? Oh the possibilities. What was she going to tell Thomas? Oh your dad broke somebody's arm, almost killing them, so he's in jail. Not ig wrong with that! Claire gave a sigh. She never would tell Thomas a story like that. Maybe she should just get out of here, and abandon Danny. Maybe.

☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒

Sean felt the blood slowly glide down his fingers. Sean had finnally fallen to the floor of the cold cement. Life flashed before his eyes. Another scream passed through his lips "Nat! Get me to the f*****g hospital!" Sean called from the ground as he clenched his wrist, trying to stop the blood. He wasn't ready to leave the world, definitely not at 24 either. Sean's eyes finally met with Tristan. "I'll be OK, but, I love you," He said the words as if they were his last, just in case, but he wouldn't stop trying.

:: Natt Motte :: 3Oh!3 ::

Nat opened his lips to say one last witty remark to Danny, but shook it off. He had to save his bandmate, his friend. Nat quickly hoisted Sean up, and held Sean's good arm over Nat's shoulder since Nat sensed Sean was getting a bit light headed. When the car was loaded up, Nat started it very quickly and raced down the street. He couldn't believe this.
..Time Skip..
After a good wait at the emergency room, Nat was called into the operating room, where Sean lie on the bed with a bright red cast from his wrist to his elbow. Nat rubbed his neck, he wanted to talk to Sean, but of course Sean was out cold, probably because he was a little too fussy. Nat gave a rather small laugh to himself thinking about it. Worry was replaced with relief, his friend was Ok.

[darlingdiablo]

Danny turned to her and watched er thinking... Something was going on. "When do I get to meet him" he said sort of reading her mind. He wanted to meet his son that was a positive that he could promise

Tristan sat in room her head against the wall thinking and hoping. She closed her eyes and she replayed the words 'Ill be ok I love you' over and over nd over. H had said it with sincerity and itnkilled her thinking this was her fault. She stood up warily seeing Nat walk in following on slowly she stood by him and whispered, "Hows he doing?" he lay there knocked out in a red cast- the stained mascara had left small traisl on her hand from wiping her eyes. She stood there just feeling like everything was getting ok, he was ine, he was ok and the pain was gone. She looked down closing her eyes