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Post by Clayton on Mar 22, 2009 20:58:18 GMT -5
Clayton was wandering around Adventureland, taking advantage of the good weather. It had been some time since he had done any hunting and he was worried that he would get rusty. Also, Tremaine might like a new fur and he was eager to please the French lady.
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 22, 2009 20:59:57 GMT -5
[May I join? I've never RP'd with Clayton before! ]
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Post by Clayton on Mar 22, 2009 21:01:45 GMT -5
[[Of course, darling! I would love to rp with Nani.]]
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Post by Scar on Mar 23, 2009 7:28:19 GMT -5
Glaring up at the bright sunshine beating down on him from between the clouds, The Beast, irritated and moody paced up and down in the shadows of some stupidly shaped trees. He'd caught someone talking about them being 'Palms' earlier but he couldn't care less, they were a far cry from his forest. No, today he was higly irritatated, he was usually irritated but today, the heat plus the bright sunshine, had had him grumbling all day.
Firstly, he'd been dragged out of his gloomy castle by Lumiere and Mrs. Potts, who'd claimed he needed to 'relax' and, just to get them to leave him alone, he'd agreed to come for a little while. Secondly the moment they'd reached this god forsaken place, those two had made their excuses and deserted him. So now, here he was, frustrated in the shadows, working out the best way to punish them when they returned home.
With an exasperated growl, he stopped pacing and sat down. Crossing his furry, rag clad legs and leaning his dark muscled arms on his thighs. He grasped his wolf-like face between his sharp claws and went quiet, sulking. His posture not unlike that of a petulant child who had been sent to sit in the corner after a noisy tantrum.
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Post by Clayton on Mar 23, 2009 9:28:15 GMT -5
Clayton was getting frustrated. So far the only things he had encountered was tourists and he couldn't hunt them (no matter how much he would love to sometimes ) The hunter froze when he heard a growl nearby. His sharp ears picked apart the sound, trying to identify it, but he couldn't name the creature. Removing his shotgun slowly, Clayton moved forward with low, quiet strides. He could see the creature sitting down, its large furry back obvious among the scenery. His eyes went wide as he caught sight of the creature. It was nothing like he had seen before! It was as large as a gorrilla, covered in thick fur and a monsterous face. Yes, that was the only word for it: monster! This would make a fine prize, worth more that several gorrillas. Tremaine couldn't ignore him now.
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Post by Scar on Mar 23, 2009 10:12:01 GMT -5
“When I find those two. I’ll throw them off the top of the East Wing!” Growling to himself, Beast, completely oblivious to the sharp eyes now watching him from behind, continued to mull over what he could do with his renegade servants upon their return to the castle. There was quite a lot he could do. Lock them in the basement; force them to clean the entire castle form head to toe (“That’s what they should have been doing all these years anyway!”) Send them out into the forest to find some sort of incredibly rare flower. Indeed he had quite a verity to choose from.
It would take much more thing before he found an adequate punishment, so deciding to leave that decision for later, he sat up straight and scanned the area in front of him. It was strange place this, very green. Somewhat tropical mixed with a jungle. The only thing he liked about t so far was the amount of shade he could hide in. Maybe he would just sit here all day. Forget trying to find them, they could find him, he was the master after all. Why should he go out of his way to bring those traitors back!
No he would stay here. As far as Beast was concerned nothing could make him move.
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 23, 2009 13:29:36 GMT -5
[Threw in Jane too It's been a while since Jane & Clayton had a good showdown] Jane always enjoyed Adventureland. Of course, when she was in the jungles of Africa, she complained about the humidity and the lack of civilization, but to be honest, she really did love it there. Maybe I could get some sketching in today, Jane mused, realizing that she had not done any lately. She didn't want to lose her skills. Maybe I'll go up in that treehouse, she thought, eyeing the large building atop the trees. That would be such a nice place to relax, open up her trusty yellow parasol (that also came in handy in defense once and a while) and draw. That was Jane's idea of the perfect afternoon. As she set off in her favorite Italian boots to the house, she couldn't help but notice large, large furry figure. At first, Jane believed it was a statue of sorts - such things weren't uncommon. That is, until it moved. Jane flinched - it was ginormous!As long as it doesn't come near me, I'll be fine, she told herself. Although she had faced dangerous animals before, she still retained her nerves. As Jane continued - now with extra caution - she felt herself bump up against somebody. Jane stopped to apologize to whomever it was - manners were always key. "Oh, I'm terribly sor - " She paused when she caught a glimpse of the person's face. Clayton. Jane drew in her breath and bit her lip - she knew exactly what was on his mind. She put her hand on his shoulder slowly. "Don't even think about it," she whispered to him.
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Post by Clayton on Mar 23, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
Clayton moved with slow steps towards the beast, stopping just within range of his shotgun. The foliage in front of him provided the perfect cover. The sunlight glistened off the barrel of his rifle as he lowered it down into a fireing position.
A fine prize indeed, he thought to himself as he squinted through one eye to line up the shot.
Finger itching on the trigger, Clayton felt someone bump into him. He immediately turned on them with a scowl and was surprised to see Jane Porter looking back at him. She seemed to sense his intentions and warned him not to proceed.
Clayton looked back at the animal before responding, fearing his cover was blown. "You have no business here, woman," he growled in a low voice. "I already lost a fortune because of you and it's not going to happen again!"
[[Question for Beast: What time frame are you playing your character in? Before or after Belle arrives?]]
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Post by Scar on Mar 23, 2009 18:30:09 GMT -5
[[After. I wanted to keep him beastly instead of princely so I wrote his application to fit in with the time she spends at the castle. Of course he can become princely at one point ha ha ]] Barley a few moments passed before the Beast scanned the area again. Patience was a virtue in others but as for him, he had about as much patience as a convict awaiting the courts descison. "What’s taking them so long!" He shifted his position just as a set of voices caught his attention, one female the other male. He listened to their conversation for a moment, something about loosing a fortune when a glint of silver caught his eye, turning his head to find the source of the glint, his sharp eyes caught the sliver of a shotgun hidden between the green undergrowth and he found himself staring down into its dark barrel. It was a few feet away from him but that didn’t matter. Anger flaring up inside him, The Beast reared up to his full height and became the frightening monster he truly was. He could see his pursuer now. A man, his face sharp and his hair neatly combed, flecked with grey. He had a smug expression and The Beast already hated him. Letting out a loud roar he pounded over to the hunter, ignoring the woman for the moment, and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. It wasn’t the first time a gun had been pointed at The Beast and he’d learnt from a previous encounter with a lost townsman that guns were something to be feared. His voice a low snarl and his horned face inches away from the hunters he stared at the man with his piercingly blue, all too human eyes and spoke. “WHO!” he demanded. “WHO ARE YOU?!”
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Post by Clayton on Mar 25, 2009 12:14:31 GMT -5
Still trying to free himself of the finishing school brat, Clayton did not noticed that he had been seen. A loud roar shook the trees and brought all thoughts of Jane Porter out of his mind. Clayton could see the creature charging at him, pure anger in its eyes. Cursing, Clayton knocked Jane out of the way and tried to fight back. He barely had time to load his gun before the creature reached them.
Pinned under the beast's mighty grip, Clayton dropped his gun upon the ground. It fired, the bullet wizzing harmlessly through the tree tops. The hunter could feel his body being pressed into the ground and looked up into the eyes of the maddened beast.
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 25, 2009 15:05:26 GMT -5
"No!" Jane tried to fight back, even pulling on the hunter's arm. "I won't have you killing that creature!"
Jane couldn't help but think how Clayton - or Lord Greystroke, as she had recently learned - had let her down. She knew that he was a hunter, as awful as it was, but she honestly did believe that he would change. Of course, he had only promised not to harm any gorillas, or Jane for that matter. It seemed that bargains were never Mr. Clayton's strong suit.
But before Jane could resist ever further, a load roar echoed through the air. Jane froze, her eyes wide in absolute fear and terror. Her breathing became short and heavy, as her skin turned even paler than usual. Jane was unable to move, paralyzed in fear.
Don't speak, she willed herself.
As the creature came closer, Jane felt herself being shoved away, as she uncontrollably fell on the ground. That awful man! Jane thought begrudgingly of the hunter. Did he have one respectful bone in his body? But Jane was now powerless, and all she could do was look on in fear.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" The creature roared as Clayton loaded his gun.
Jane knew she couldn't intervene - Clayton quite deserved what he was getting, in her opinion. But the sheer largeness of the creature struck nervousness into her heart.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2009 15:08:14 GMT -5
Furious that this man had even dared point a gun at him, The Beast let out another mighty roar as the hunter failed to answer him. "Tell me who you ARE!" The bullet exploded somewhere above them and only then did his attention shift momentarily to the fallen woman. She was pretty and well dressed but the Beast's rage blinded him and all he could see was a threat.
Assuming she had been in on this plot judging by her attire, he increased his weight on the hunter so as not to allow him to escape whilst he dealt with the woman. "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" he snarled, not that he was a stranger to unwanted attention. "ARE YOU PART OF THIS?"
He awaited answers from both humans. "ANSWER ME!"
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Post by Clayton on Mar 25, 2009 21:24:33 GMT -5
Clayton's arms began to numb under the weight of the beast's paws. He wanted to ignore the creature's question as it wasn't worth talking to, but he also knew he would have to cooperate if there was any chance of getting out alive.
"I am William Clayton," he announced proudly. "I am a English Lord and a very powerful man. And who, or rather, what, are you?"
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 27, 2009 19:01:59 GMT -5
As the gunshot exploded - a sound Jane always hated - The Beast was headed her way - it was coming for her. Jane's heart raced, the hot air felt unusually cold, and her big blue eyes became even wider. This was it. This was surely the end.
"Aah!" Jane screamed as she put her head to the ground and covered it with her hands. Pretend you're dead, she thought. Pretend that you're dead, and then he won't kill you.
Her fragile hands began to shake as the creature demanded to know who she was. "I - I'm J-Jane. Jane Port - Porter."
Her breathing resumed to it's short and heavy pace - a sure sign of fear. "Please - I meant no harm!" She began to beg. "I - I don't mean to stare!"
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Post by Scar on Apr 7, 2009 18:13:45 GMT -5
((sorry for the time Its taken me to reply I bin workin like a ickle busy bee *buzzes*))
"Well then William, what business do you have pointing a SHOT GUN AT THE BEAST?" he roared, his temper rising towards the end of his sentence as he returned his glare to the man beneath him a vicious bite behind every word he spoke to the hunter. "What where you planning? To Skin me? How about I skin you instead?".
Catching the woman's panicked tone, The Beast looked to her once more and eyed her suspiciously. Now that he looked at her, she did not seem the type to condole hunting. She reminded him slightly of Belle and the more he looked at her, the less hostility he felt, though still on his guard. "Then make sure you don't" he said sharply, every word dripping with a warning.
Returning to the hunter once more, he stepped off him and picked him up by his neck, holding him high up, tightening his grip. At his full height the beast was huge, bigger then any silver back gorilla and more dangerous then an angry lion. His blue eyes boring into Clayton's, he threatened him. "If I ever catch you here again I won't let you go SO EASILY!" Dropping the man hard to the ground, he stepped back onto his shotgun and slammed his large hind paw on it, bending the barrel. His eyes flicking between the two people in front of him.
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