The Amphitheater

"Not much there's just a whole bunch of weirdos trying to get me to get my ankle chacked out and I've been singing a little bit."

"awesome. Mind if i take a quick look?" I say, walking up towards the stage.

I give him a nasty look. "No."

"I'm an apollo kid, i won't hurt you. " I say, and walk up to the girl, and look at her ankle. I make a light ball grow around it, and say" Getsu Gatencha! I reject!" And can sense it healing "should be all better now" i say, and stand up " I'm Art, who are you?"

ooc: Getsu Gatencha! I reject! thats Bleach reference, japanese i think.

I frown. "Iie! Iie!" I protest, slipping into my second language, Japanese, in my indignation. " (OOC: inspect her character thingy. Her dad's Japanese.) BIC: "I said iie and you did it anyway! I'm perfectly diajobu!"

I fume. "Bakabakabakabaka!"

"IIE! Kae-kee!"

I let out a snort. "So deska?"

I dart to the side and laugh triumphantly. "Fine, I'll try not to stop speaking Japanese. But sometimes I can't help it, okay?"

OOC: AAH! THE TYPOS! I CANT TAKE IT ANY MORE!

"Okay, thank you. "

OOC: I'm soooooooooo Srory. XP

(Hint: I spelt sorry wrong on purpose)

I snort. "If the Japanese language is annoying, then why does an entire country, my dad's homeland to be exact, speak it?" I grin and start singing- a Japanese song, from my favourite band.

Kimi wa itsumo boku no kusuribako sa
Donna fuu ni boku wo iyashite kureru
Warau sobakara hora sono egao
Naitara yappari ne, namida surunda ne

Arikitari na koi, douka shiteru ka na

Ushinatta mono wa
Minna minna umete ageru
Kono boku ni ai wo oshiete kureta nukumori
Kimi wo mamoru tame
Sono tame ni umarete kitanda
Akireru hodo ni sou sa soba ni ite ageru
Nemutta yokogao furueru kono mune Lion Heart

OOC: Ev, I'm a born nit-picker, and your spelling errors drive me nuts. Please stop. And the song- SMAP rocks and so does Lion Heart.

I roll my eyes and sit down to listen to her. "Sodeska?"

I sit there and listen to the pathetic tries at singing they dish out, completely un-impressed. I start singing one of my mom's favorite opera songs, and when a few words fit together, i shift to "Evil genius" by eleventyseven, and then move on to "Skater Boy" By Avril Lavigne, and end it all with a proper nagging of "You girls are lame at singing."

OOC: Hot is totally inappropriate for 10 year olds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOC: oh shut up! my charrie isn't 10! and I'll listen to ANY Avril song.

BIC: "HEY! I'm akid of apollo to ya know, mr. vocal cords!" I say. then. I sing skater boy with the right amount of girlness.

"Hahaha. Songs song by girls don't have to be girely sung. And my talent is taking crappy girl songs and making them good by having a guy sing them. That's right, i went there"

OOC:He's a very big jerk

I don't care about your charrie, YOU are 10. No more inappropriate songs for you.

I roll my eyes again. "Gee, thanks for insulting one of my favourite things to do. My music."