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Saturday: Nemesis Island

It's amazing how different the atmosphere changes once you cross over the causeway to Nemesis island. True, it might be the same temperature and all but just setting foot on the island can give you goosebumps.

And if you meet up with of the residents here you might attacked for no good reason.

Which, sadly, is the slogan of the local tourism board.

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"Really? I thought we covered everything pretty well," he said. "You're poor and whiny and I'm wealthy and awesome."

"Oh no, there's one thing I forgot to tell you," Dan said, stepping in front of Chuck to halt his walk.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "And what would that be?"

Dan gave Chuck one last smile before rearing back and swinging his fist right at Chuck's chin, intending to knock him on his ass.

Chuck probably should have seen that coming. If he had he might've been able to turn away from the blow. Instead he took the hit full on and indeed fell on his ass, clutching his face in his hands.

"You're going to regret that," Chuck gritted out. The threat was sort of lost in the fact that Chuck could only use one side of his mouth.

"Aw, Chuck, you look good on the ground," Dan said, shaking his hand a little. "Just where you ought to be. Almost a role reversal, right? Me, kid with a scholarship standing above you, jackass with money."

Chuck opened his mouth a couple times to try to get the feeling back in his jaw. Weren't those goody two shoes guys supposed to be above physical violence?

"This jackass on the ground still can afford everything you can't and punching me isn't going to do a damn thing to change that," Chuck said, smiling as best he could. "I'm going to get into an Ivy League school strictly because of who my father is. And when I get there I'm going to pay for people to study for me. How does that make you feel, Raggedy Andy?"

"It makes me feel like punching you again," Dan said. "So, get up and let me do that."

Chuck tilted his head to the side but didn't get up because he really wasn't looking for a round two. "If you really think I'm going to let you get another punch in then you are dumber than I thought."

"Nice to know you're a giant chicken," Dan said, laughing. "Bet you get that from your rich father. Or mother."

Chuck sneered and pushed himself up off the ground, not dusting his clothes off even though he desperately wanted to. "I suppose this is the part where I give in to your bait and punch your face in to defend my family's honor?"

Because he so totally would.

"I dare you to try," Dan taunted. "Come on, rich boy, try."

Chuck couldn't really walk away from that. He wasn't really a fighter but he liked to think he could kick a poor kid's ass. There was about a second's hesitation before Chuck swung his fist at Dan's nose.

Dan hadn't actually counted on Chuck throwing a punch (he thought his hands were porcelain or something) so the shot caught him on the nose and made his eyes start to water.

His father, the rockstar, would lecture him later for this but Dan didn't care. As soon as he was able to see enough, he retaliated, jabbing quickly in an attempt to catch Chuck off guard.

Chuck was too busy being smug to notice Dan had struck back and the second punch was enough to make his nose bleed. "You-you are dead."

"That's gonna leave a mark," Dan said smugly. "Lots of them, in fact. Maybe it'll make you think twice about running your mouth."

Nothing in this world would shut Chuck up permanently but considering his present situation even he could see that snarking back now would just end up with him getting a black eye. So instead he just glared.

Edited 2008-09-20 23:09 (UTC)

Dan swiped at his nose, checking for blood and any broken bones before sneering at Chuck.

"Even my scholarship doesn't beat that."

"Yes, your many years of fighting the other derelicts for scraps in the trash can has certainly paid off," Chuck growled. He couldn't help himself, even with the bloody nose and swollen jaw.

Dan laughed that off even if there was an urge to punch Chuck again. He enjoyed that.

"Look in the mirror, Chuck," Dan said. "It's not just me that looks like trash now. Maybe you can borrow some foundation for that."

"At least my face will heal," Chuck said, now taking a second to dust off his clothes and gain back a little bit of his dignity. "You call me in a few years when you're struggling to pay off your community college tuition and maybe I'll be generous enough to give you a loan."

"Scholarship," Dan said, stepping back and letting some swagger seep into his set. "See you later, raccoon boy."

"Oh bite me, Raggedy Andy," Chuck said before he stalked off back towards Fandom.

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