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Jerry Springer: My Best Friend Left Me-- Then I Died!

[The crowd roars it’s utter enthusiasm, stomping their feet erratically as a pasty old man with a bad case of blond hair dye takes to the stage, smiling and shaking hands as he goes. The chorus of "JERRY, JERRY, JERRY" is stopped eventually by the wave of his hands. Roxas crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, face completely and utterly sour.]

Welcome to the show! Today we have a very special guest with us; Axel, who brings a rather harrowing tale of how his best friend left him for another man.

[The crowd 'aww's in sympathy.]

But to jump right into it- Axel! Hello! So your best friend up and left you, that's the tale so far, right?

[Axel, who in contrast with Roxas looks more vindicated than anything, nods calmly a few times.]

That's exactly it, Jerry. And when you say best friend, I'm not even sure you understand the full extent of friendship here. We'd been through a whole lot together, you know?

[Quick to react as always, the audience hums in understanding; one daring character stands up to shout at the stage-] BROS BEFORE HO'S, MAN!

[Jerry is quick to hush him, eyes on the stage, always keener than keen to stir up what he can.]

Roxas, are we to take this to mean you don't value that kind of friendship?

It's not like that. Axel's just being stupid. [The crowd boo's, always ready to take a side. Roxas throws them a glare before Jerry urges him on, and-- is that piano music?]

I gave him my winner's stick. We were...well. [A small smile- which drops quite fast.] He didn't understand what it was like to know your Other is out there, waiting for you.

I had other places to be.

BROS BEFORE-

Shut up.

[The camera pans dramatically in on Axel's face, catching his reaction- his smirk tightens, and all the amusement drains from his eyes. This isn't as fun anymore.]

Maybe you should have kept your winners stick for Sora, then. [The crowd 'oooooh's loudly, and Jerry badly conceals a laugh by turning it into a cough at the last moment.]

[Apparently pleased with this reaction, Axel slumps back in his chair, arms crossed and expression almost as sour as Roxas'.]

[On the contrary, Roxas looks just about ready to set the camera man on fire and stuff that stupid wig down Jerry's throat. But ever so calmly, leaning towards Axel as if he's about to tell a secret-] I've given Sora lots of things.

Much better than my Winner's Stick.

[The crowd gasps, shouting out in utter turmoil. And in the midst of it, Roxas simply crosses on leg over the other, leaning away with a small smirk.]

[Jerry's aforementioned keen eyes zero on Axel's fingers and the way they're currently digging into that nice leather chair he's sitting on. That kind of chair doesn't come cheap.]

[For a moment it looks as though Axel's just going to ignore it, let Roxas have his little jab- but it's only two seconds before Jerry's mic is being grabbed by an audience member and pulled towards a gum-filled, jabbering mouth.]

Excuuuuuse me! Are you gunna let him talk to you like that, boy? Are you gunna let him treat you that away, after all you 'pparently been through?!

[That's all it takes for Axel to be out of the chair; security steps forward, ready to break something up- but they don't need to be. His most powerful weapon right now is words, and Axel knows it.]

You know what? You're assuming I care Roxas! Something I can't do, remember? Go share whatever the hell you want with whoever the hell you want- just don't expect me to be offering you any popsicles anytime soon.

You know what? Fine! [Roxas stands up, completely fed up with Axel's behavior-- and this stupid show.] I bet there's better clock towers to sit on!

[Jerry, Jerry--...Jerry?]

[...Jerry?]

[Jer-- ah.]

[There you are.]

[[ooc: Your character has the unfortunate honor of playing the host of the show. Rile things up more, or settle them down-- it's up to you.]]

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[This hostess of the show is so obviously on Axel's side. The cold-hearted so-called friend who could abandon another is obviously the one in the wrong. She makes this obvious in all her little gestures and all her signals to the crowd. Maybe that's why she seems to have them whipped into such a frenzy; it's so much more personal than it should be.]

Sorry about that. Technical difficulties. We're back on camera live and Axel, is there something you want so you can finally

[Move on. Let go. Put this behind you. How?]

get your revenge on him?

[Axel shakes his head, squinting at the host a little- did she always look like that? Wasn't she blonde or something? Ah well.]

Revenge?

[He pauses for a second, the word sounds so- harsh. But... he doesn't want to lose anymore pride than he has today. Roxas has already gotten enough shots in.]

I- he'll get what's coming to him, whether it's from me or not.

[There. No definite answer, but he's not backing down.]

[Roxas looks shocked for a moment-- but he buries it all down, the hurt and upset, in favor of remaining angry and staring the both of them down.]

I'll get what's coming to me, will I?

So I haven't gotten it yet, is that it? All my memories being ripped apart, digital reality, being told that I had no right to exist and being forced to attempt disappearing-- forever.

That's not enough.

[His laugh is just so-- bitter.]

I see how it is. Poor Axel; I left him for better things.

[She's bitter enough for the both of them. In fact, she quite sincerely intends to give Axel every chance for his revenge. She doesn't care about any pain besides the pain of being left and forgotten, and that pain here is Axel's.]

Then, fight! So-called friendship descends into fighting anyway!

[But somehow, the weapon she ends up handing him is a struggle bat. And somehow, one of the stagehands gives a second one to Roxas.]

[Axel raises an eyebrow at the odd weapon- hasn't he seen this somewhere before? He's positive. Man, will the deja-vu never end today?

He turns it over a few times in his hands, not paying attention to his surroundings.]

Fight...?

[It's a shame he's not looking. Really, it is.]

[Otherwise he'd see what could only be described as a positively evil smile making it's way onto Roxas' face, the blonde twirling the bat around his fingers a few times, before holding it in a natural, instinctive grip, walking up to Axel with an almost friendly nature about him.]

So-- I'll get what's coming to me, right?

[One moment, he's not moving. The next, he's whacking Axel in the side, hard enough for it to hurt. Darting away quickly, only to hit him across the back of the head.]

Come on then- show me. Give me what I deserve.

[Her words are for Axel.]

He's ready to fight you that quickly. Can't you even understand that much?

[So much for 'friendship'. The most threadbare excuse turns it to strife. She raises her voice, much to the pleasure of the crowd.]

Let's have a clean fight, OK? We want the winner to be absolute.

[Axel just gapes, surprised at how quickly the situation has built to this- he never came here with the intention of this kind of fight.

His side and head stings. So does something else he can't pin down.

The crowd is getting louder; he feels dizzy-]

[Screw it. If Roxas wants a fight, he's getting a fight. Ami's words only egg him on further.]

Fine Roxas, if that's the way you want it!

[The audience begins to shout- 'Jerrami! Jerrami! Jerrami!'

Axel leaps, arms spread wide and weapons at his si-- wait- these aren't chakrams, right. Just one. Okay. He's fine, he can do this-

Ah, he's doomed.]

Edited 2011-09-28 11:43 (UTC)

[You're doomed.]

[Roxas doesn't waste any time at all- Axel may be bigger, but he's as likely to use a sword in a fight as he is a fish. Add Roxas' speed into the equation, and it's a constant sound of the crowd screaming, and Axel being beat down by a foam sword.]

[ Whap whap whap!]

[It's honestly all too satisfying.]

Edited 2011-09-29 01:47 (UTC)

[Ami shows no signs of stopping the two. In fact, she's suddenly perched on the top of a chair, legs dangling and feet resting on the seat, chin supported by her hand. She's watching quite interestedly.]

[Beaten down as he is, Axel still has no intention of giving up- nor cheating, no matter how tempting the idea of setting the handle of Roxas' bat on fire is. Ami said a clean fight, so that's what this will be.

His empty hand feels awkward and clunky, so Axel grips the bat with two hands, swinging out blindly from under Roxas' flurry of blows- he ducks and aims low, hoping to avoid a couple of swings while he's at it.

Whap!

Right in the shin! 'What a tiny victory to be pleased over', screams every one of his bruises- but Axel doesn't really care. It feels good to get some of his anger out, so he keeps swinging.]

[Axel has no idea how to hold the bat properly- it is covered in foam, after all. Though it does smart slightly, Roxas simply narrows his eyes and adjusts his own grip- aiming to have the bat collide with Axel where the foam is weakest. Hitting with the very tip to ensure it scrapes along clothing and skin, leaving some lovely welts Axel is sure to feel later.]

[ BAPH! on the head. ]

[ BOP! to his shoulder. ]

[And in a small at of vengeance, a nice, clean WHOP! to the back of Axel's knees. In terms of experience, Axel is completely outmatched.]

[This isn't going as she'd hoped, and it might show in a certain sulkiness to her expression.]

Is that all you have, Axel? What about your anger? Is it that shallow?

[Axel hisses in pain, moving away from Roxas and the offending bat as quickly as he can- which is difficult with his legs stinging like they are- and then he's turning on Ami, arms splayed wide.]

Why don't you come here and show me how it's done? Huh?!

[He's so angry- both with himself for letting this stupidity carry on and with Roxas, for- well, for beating him up with damn foam bat. Even with Ami, for egging him on like this. He almost feels manipulated. Ironic, that.]

What do you care, anyway? What- [He grips the Struggle bat tightly, digging his nails into the handle and turning his head down.]

What am I doing?

[All of a sudden, this just seems so pointless.]

[Roxas takes the moment to his advantage, kicking his foot out and sweeping Axel completely off his feet. The other hits the floor with a loud bang, until the only sound is Roxas' harsh breath.]

What are you doing? Because you know, I thought you wanted to meet in the next life.

[Roxas clenches his fists. He's too afraid to admit it; too afraid to say he's scared. And he keeps his eyes away from Axel, in case they decide to betray him too.]

Was I wrong? Or...

Or is Sora the only one who matters to you too?

[Just like everybody else he's had to deal with, in his small, sordid little life.]

[It speaks to the strife and discord she wants to sow to note that she changes her tone now, speaks to Roxas now. The words are levelly spoken, which somehow only increases the bitterness. It's a certainty and finality born of experience, born of searching and born of disappointment in those searches.]

There is always someone fools are led to believe is more important than anything else. That they'll throw everything else away for. That they'll excuse everything for.

Even the worst things.

Both of you! Sit back down. [ She points firmly at the chairs. ]

[Roxas sucks in a breath to argue, before slowly releasing it when he sees exactly who he's dealing with. One, hesitant look at Axel, and he sits.]

[Axel opens his mouth as though he's going to protest- and then follows suit, slumping back in his seat like a petulant child.]

Thank you. [ Thaaaat's right. ...Aerith seems unusually comfortable with suddenly being a tv show host. She remains standing. ] Okay, now unless "Winner's stick" has some double meaning I don't know about here... [ There are glances at both Axel and Roxas, but she's not about to speculate, even with the audience tittering behind her. ] This isn't really about popsicles.

You both care about each other. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so mad. So don't you want to work things out?

[Double me-- oh. Roxas' cheeks are mildly red, but he looks to the ground contritely. Aerith is right, and they should work things out but... but none of this was his doing!]

Of course I care about Axel... [He clenches his hands in his lap, refusing to look at the man.] But I had to leave. I didn't know what was going to happen.

After all the Organization did... why wouldn't I leave? Isn't it enough that I was supposed to disappear, that everyone around me was either just a fake version of someone else, or trying to get that to happen?

Does it...does it have to be my fault that my best friend-- [He chokes on the end of that sentence, closing his eyes and swallowing the lump in his throat. It doesn't seem to want to shift.]

[Axel's ready to bite back at first, shoot accusations and challenge Roxas' words- 'of course I care', huh? -but as he goes on... Axel just can't find it in himself to want to anymore. They were being stupid arguing like this, weren't they? He wants to kick himself for not cooling down and realising it sooner.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times. There's so many things he could say, but he finally settles on an initially quiet-]

No one said that was your fault. That's not-

[Axel stops and shuts his mouth again. His words were beginning to get louder and harsher towards the end there, which is not what he wanted.

Axel buries his head in one hand, elbow resting on his knee. The floor next to his foot is suddenly really interesting.]

[...why is he doing this? He has no idea. But right now, he's impatient and just wants to eat that pudding he swiped from Etna earlier. So, he'll just slam his hands down on a coffee table (conjured from out of nowhere, thank you dream logic).]

Sit. Down.

[He doesn't really say these two words more than he snarls them out. The sooner he's done with this dream, the sooner he can eat pudding.]

[Roxas simply glares at him, standing his ground. What, this pipsqueak thought they'd listen to threats?]

No. I'm sick of this.

Axel can't get away with whatever he wants!

[Geez, he had another thing coming!]

Hey, come on! Look at who's talking here.

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