Did someone say corn dog stand? A bit of a chow hound himself, Joey found himself drain to the delectable scents. Sure, maybe he should be trying to arm himself or learn more about what was going on here but no. Food comes first. Besides, he wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream, or some kind of virtual reality simulation. In all likelihood he would wake up tomorrow morning, late for school as usual.
"Ya got any mustard?" Once the dog had been acquired, he strode down mainstreet chomping down his food as he went.
"I've had worse dreams, dan dis."
II.
Unsure of what powers this world might have given him, Joey is starting with what he knows joining a group that's sparring via hand-to-hand combat. Maybe this isn't anything to be proud of but he volunteers to get things started moving to the center of the makeshift ring.
"All right tough guys, which one of you has da guts to take on Jumping Joey Wheeler, Mmm?" He bounced from one foot to the other like he'd seen professional boxers do before on tv. Then he rubbed one fist against his nose, and grinned. Anything Joey knew about fighting hadn't been taught in an academic setting, since he came from kind of a rough background. That didn't mean that he wasn't scrappy and couldn't still put up a fight when he had to- it's just that he'd given up on solving most of his problems through violence so he might be a little more out of practice than he might openly admit.
"Just try and lay a hand on me, I'll come out on top before ya know it." He goaded the crowd, until eventually someone took him up on it.
The match began reasonably enough, both participants trying and oftentimes failing to land hits. The only real end to the stalemate came when the blond caught sight of a gorgeous girl who had just walked by. "Now.... who is da- Gfkjgkj". He muttered an oath as a fist collided squarely with his jaw. His opponent had struck with such force that the next thing he knew he lying on the ground and staring up at the sky.
Joey Wheeler | Yu-Gi-Oh!
Did someone say corn dog stand? A bit of a chow hound himself, Joey found himself drain to the delectable scents. Sure, maybe he should be trying to arm himself or learn more about what was going on here but no. Food comes first. Besides, he wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream, or some kind of virtual reality simulation. In all likelihood he would wake up tomorrow morning, late for school as usual.
"Ya got any mustard?" Once the dog had been acquired, he strode down mainstreet chomping down his food as he went.
"I've had worse dreams, dan dis."
II.
Unsure of what powers this world might have given him, Joey is starting with what he knows joining a group that's sparring via hand-to-hand combat. Maybe this isn't anything to be proud of but he volunteers to get things started moving to the center of the makeshift ring.
"All right tough guys, which one of you has da guts to take on Jumping Joey Wheeler, Mmm?" He bounced from one foot to the other like he'd seen professional boxers do before on tv. Then he rubbed one fist against his nose, and grinned. Anything Joey knew about fighting hadn't been taught in an academic setting, since he came from kind of a rough background. That didn't mean that he wasn't scrappy and couldn't still put up a fight when he had to- it's just that he'd given up on solving most of his problems through violence so he might be a little more out of practice than he might openly admit.
"Just try and lay a hand on me, I'll come out on top before ya know it." He goaded the crowd, until eventually someone took him up on it.
The match began reasonably enough, both participants trying and oftentimes failing to land hits. The only real end to the stalemate came when the blond caught sight of a gorgeous girl who had just walked by. "Now.... who is da- Gfkjgkj". He muttered an oath as a fist collided squarely with his jaw. His opponent had struck with such force that the next thing he knew he lying on the ground and staring up at the sky.