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Post by Miss Bianca on Feb 14, 2009 17:04:09 GMT -5
Bianca the white mouse was sat on a newly dusted section of the windowsill in the atrium of the Haunted Mansion. Her intention when she’d entered the building had been to ride the ride, however it was a rather busy day and every time the doors opened so many people crammed into the room that it simply wasn’t safe for a mouse like herself to enter the elevator. It would rather spoil the ride if she got crushed. However Bianca was waiting patiently and it seemed like the crowds were finally beginning to ebb.
“Oh thank goodness,” murmured Bianca as finally the doors opened again and revealed that the queue had vanished, for everyone waiting had now gone past her into the ride. Smiling, she clambered off the windowsill and gracefully made her way back to the floor. From there she crossed over to the elevator, listening to the Ghost Host’s spiel as she went, before entering once the doors slid open.
“How atmospheric,” commended Bianca as the show progressed and the lift began its descent. In fact she was so fascinated by the stretching portraits that it took her quite by surprise when the lights went out and a sinister laugh rang through the chamber. Fortunately, the mouse soon realized that this was indeed part of the ride and waited patiently until the light returned and the doors slid open again, straightening her outfit slightly as she went.
“This is a marvelous place,” stated Bianca eagerly as she moved down the next corridor, paying more attention to the theming then to the other presence in the room…
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Post by Basil on Feb 14, 2009 22:35:49 GMT -5
<<You want Basil & Toby first, right? IF not, I'll delete >>
So many people said the Haunted Mansion was one of the best attractions in the park, that Basil thought he would venture inside. With Toby in tow, he entered the pre-show area, taking note of the surroundings.
The effects were quite good, actually. Very realistic. Toby paid little attention, of course, since moving portraits and gothic decor meant nothing to a dog.
Heading for the ride vehicles, Basil observed a lady walking ahead of him. A lady mouse, that is, rather a rare sight here, where there were so few rodents.
Not English, he thought to himself, but European. Well-bred and well-heeled.
The detective desired to be introduced, but how to go about it properly? The Americans simply walked up to a chap and said 'hello,' but this was really not the thing to do.
The answer was revealed when the unknown lady came to a moving sidewalk, the means for boarding the ride cars. Just the thing, thought Basil.
He hurried to her side and offered his arm. "Allow me, miss."
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Post by Miss Bianca on Feb 15, 2009 19:29:50 GMT -5
Bianca looked uncertainly at the moving platform for a moment, concerned that it could quite easily snag and drag down a mouse such as herself if anything got caught in the conveyor belt. However her thoughts were interrupted as quite unexpectedly another mouse hurried up to her side and offered her his arm for support. She concluded he was English from his accent; however the strangest thing about him was that he had his pet dog with him on the ride.
“Why, that’s very generous of you,” replied Bianca sweetly, taking the arm offered and stepping onto the moving platform, “my name’s Bianca.” She appreciated the fact that this mouse appeared to be a gentlemen, at the very least he wasn’t giving her the same appraising look as most male mice she encountered.
“Though are you sure you should you have your dog in here?” she asked cautiously, not wanting to offend the kind stranger. It was entirely possible that the hound was a guide-dog or served some other important purpose for its mouse owner.
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Post by Basil on Feb 16, 2009 19:14:08 GMT -5
"A pleasure, Miss Bianca. My name is Basil of Baker Street," he replied with a tip of his hat. "You needn't be concerned about Toby here, for you will see stranger creatures than he on the rides."
At the mention of his name, the hound happily pushed his huge nose foreward to greet Bianca with a good deal of sniffing. Unfortunately, in doing so he quite knocked Basil off his feet.
"Ooof! Toby! Down!" Oh, please, don't lick!
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Post by Miss Bianca on Feb 18, 2009 13:25:47 GMT -5
((Going to wait for Tremaine now ^^))
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 18, 2009 14:00:15 GMT -5
A huge shadow fell on the two rodents from behind, and a pair of yellow, demonic eyes glared down at them. A poisonous growling was right behind them, a rumbling sound, rather threatening. There, hoovering above them, were a huge black cat, showing his fangs, and with his razor sharp claws ready for use.
Lucifer had gone out to hunt for mice today, and here he was getting to mice with one blow. And a cowardly dog to boot. The cat snickered evilly. This was indeed his lucky day.
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Post by Basil on Feb 19, 2009 19:25:26 GMT -5
Basil recognized that shadow in an instant. He leapt to his feet, turning to face the fiendish cat, realizing that they were in serious danger.
For all his bulk, Lucifer was fast; that Basil knew from experience.
He wasted not an instant on explanation, but grabbed Miss Bianca's hand, and dragged her (too roughly, perhaps, but there was nothing else for it) toward the only piece of furniture in the room: a smallish table covered with a cloth on which stood a vase of dead flowers.
It wasn't much, but they needed to interpose something--anything--between themselves and the claws of the cat.
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 20, 2009 14:28:53 GMT -5
Lucifer lifted his demonic glare and watched the vase of dead flowers. An evil smile went over his face, and with rumbling, evil meow he ran after the mice as they escaped.
Then, all of a sudden, he pounced forward and clawed the tablecloth with his razor sharp claws. The cloth was shredded to pieces, and the vase started bickering on the table. Suddenly it toppled over, and started falling in the direcion of the mice.
Lucifer watched the vase falling, waiting excitedly for the mice to get crushed under the heavy weight of the vase.
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Post by Basil on Feb 21, 2009 0:07:48 GMT -5
<<Hey! I was gonna drop the vase on you! Rotten cat got to it first ;) >>
As the monstrous feline attacked, not the mice, but the table, it gave Basil and Bianca a few precious seconds to get further away. Or so it seemed.
Basil glanced upward just in time to see the hefty vase spinning down towards his head. Alas, too late to change direction! It landed head-downwards, neatly trapping the mice inside.
Now, Toby's reflexes were not nearly so keen as his master's. He'd been facing the wrong way when Lucifer entered the room, and when the two mice began to run, Toby unknowingly turned away from the cat, trying to puzzle out what Basil was doing.
Everything was happening so quickly. Basil dodged away and called out Toby's name...and then he saw the cat.
Not just any cat. The cat. The hated cat. And it was after his master!
With one savage bark, Toby lunged, jaws snapping, as Basil disappeared beneath the upturned vase.
<<Miss B, I'm not trying to control what your character does, only Basil propelled her by main force. If you are not happy with the results, just post that Bianca pulled away from Basil, and I will modify so that only he is trapped under the vase>>
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Post by Miss Bianca on Feb 21, 2009 14:12:10 GMT -5
Having not noticed the shadow, Bianca was quite surprised as Basil roughly grabbed her hand and pulled her across the room. She cried out, attempting to pull away from him, however as she did her hear twisted around and finally spotted the cat rapidly bearing down on them and suddenly she was almost pulling Basil in her hurry to get away. Why, this creature looked even more savage then Madame Medusa’s alligators, Brutus and Nero, and had the same intelligent look as them as well.
“We have to get out of here,” she gasped, however suddenly with a clatter everything went dark. It took her a moment to register that they’d been trapped beneath the vase she’d noticed, mainly because she’d only half-taken the sight in as she ran. Outside the sound of Toby finally realising the trouble and snapping at the cat could be heard, however she felt that such a foul creature couldn’t be stopped so easily.
“Oh this is terrible,” she murmured, pacing slightly and finally releasing Basil’s hand as she experimentally pushed on the vase, “even if we get of here, that horrible cat will get us.” She turned to face Basil again, who was only half-visible in the darkness, her face softening again. “Thank you Mr. Basil,” she added warmly, “your quick reactions there saved my life.”
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Post by Basil on Feb 21, 2009 21:50:12 GMT -5
In the rather cramped confines of the overturned vase, Basil took stock of the situation. Although they were protected for the moment, he had no doubt that the bloated feline outside could easily upset the vase and have them at its mercy.
"No time for that now. We cannot remain here. If we both push together, we might tip this thing over. Then it's a run for it, I'm afraid."
"Did you observe the exit some ten yards ahead and to the left? Make for it as quickly as you can."
Only Toby stood between the mice and certain doom. Basil could hear muffled growls and squeals, but he wished he could know what was happening outside.
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 22, 2009 10:31:47 GMT -5
Lucifer grinned evilly when he noticed both mice were trapped under the vase, just like he had planned. His dark shadow fell on the vase, as the large black cat lifted his paw to swipe away the vase and catch his prey.... his breakfast..... He pondered for a moment to bring the mice home to Lady Tremaine, so she could force her step daughter Cinderella to roast the mice for him... He snickered evilly by the thought of how Cinderella might react if she was forced to prepare such a meal for him. He reminded himself that he had to chase her mouse friends Jack and Gus-Gus one day. He woke up from his thoughts when a dark shadow fell on him. He gave himself a mental facetail. That dog again! Hoovering over the vase, and growling against him, Lucifer, hindering him from getting his lunch! Lucifer's demonic yellow eyes glared back at the dog, and with his razor sharp claws unsheathed, he lifted his paw and attacked Toby's face. ((Basil, since Toby is your dog, I leave to you to find out if Lucifer succeeds in harming him ))
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Post by Basil on Feb 22, 2009 15:13:00 GMT -5
<<Let's have it out, shall we?>>
Toby yelped as the claws raked his snout. But that wouldn't stop him, not when his master's life was at stake.
Ignoring the pain, he snapped at the cat's paw and, missing, went for the relatively vulnerable neck. Toby felt the furry hide between his teeth and bit down hard.
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Post by Miss Bianca on Feb 27, 2009 20:38:54 GMT -5
Bianca nodded grimly as Basil explained his escape plan, for she had indeed noticed the exit that he described. Fortunately the cat seemed to be distracted in a struggle with the detective’s dog, making the present moment the best time to attempt a mistake.
“Let’s go Mr Basil,” whispered Bianca, pushing against the vase with all of her strength. It rocked back and forth for a moment, eventually falling down onto its side with a clatter and rolling away. The white mouse reacted quickly, grabbing the detective’s hand and pulling him along with her as she took off towards the safety of escape that the door offered. She didn’t risk a look back, knowing that it was entirely possible that the cat would ignore the dog as soon as they emerged and pursue them instead.
“We’re almost there,” she exclaimed in an out of breath voice, the combination of fear and adrenaline winding her much faster then she was usually accustomed to, “just a bit further.”
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 28, 2009 11:54:57 GMT -5
Lucifer had puffed himself up, his fur standing straight up on his back, so he looked three times bigger than his normal size. When Toby snapped at his neck, he jumped quickly backwards, barely escaping the sharp teeth. However, Toby had succeeded in leaving a wound in Lucifer's neck, and a little blood dripped down on the floor. Lucifer looked down at the blood, then over at Toby. His yellow demonic eyes narrowed, and with claws unsheathed and an angry MEOWWW and diverse hissing sounds he threw himself in Toby's face. In his fight with the dog, he didn't notice the vase knocking over, or the two mice escaping. Now he was only busy planting his claws and teeth into the dog, making as many scratches as he possibly could. ((Oh dear - poor little Toby. How will this end? I leave that to you. Will Esmeralda's "Anti-cat" amulet for Toby work? ))
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