|
Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 17, 2009 14:44:46 GMT -5
"Ouwwaaaaaa!"
Arriving from work, Nani ran like the dickens. Foxy had done it again; he had tried to eat David's cat - she checked for him – it was obvious that he wasn’t the least bit sorry for his actions. The morning had been taken up at her job in the café, beginning preparations and checking she had both adequate ingredients and the necessary equipment. It was impossible to keep an eye on him for very long!
The grumpy neighbor, David (Mr. Gulch), had found her dog, er, pet fox there, probably chewing on the cat as he found his way through the garden. Nani picked up Foxy from where she ran and had looked frantically over her shoulder, the poor dear panicked and frightened.
She was answered with the opening of a door when she arrived at her front door, her home looking as modest as a cabin. She struggled to carry her pet and scrambled in to greet Auntie Pleakley with sigh of exasperation. “Ughhh! Mr. Gulch hit Toto real hard with his surfboard! I don’t think that was very fair, wouldn’t you think so?” She said, pouting, then wrinkling her nose.
“You didn’t mean it, Foxy, now did you?” she asked sternly, scolding him with a glare. She scratched him lightly behind the ear before looking to her gossip-obsessed alien relative, expecting his advice. She put Foxy down and adjusted her blue-white checkered top out of habit, huffing, then pulling up her blue shorts.
“Just hope she doesn’t do anything too drastic after that.” She said to Foxy under her breath, sighing.
[Just a note: She passed out near the lake, so she's not really doing all of this. This is just one crack-induced Wizard of Oz parody. xD
And just for the sake of familiarity we should have our characters say their actual names instead of "Scarecrow, Munchkin Dude, and all that jazz."
I'll let you all know when your roles are needed. ; ) So don't worry about it. And sorry for the slight PP/GM <3 . . . It's just for the intro.]
|
|
|
Post by Pleakley on Mar 17, 2009 16:04:46 GMT -5
Her auntie heard her come in while he was sweeping things up. "Welcome home," she said, hurrying to the door. "How was your day?"
Pleakley gasped as he heard Nani tell about how her "pet" almost ate the cat. For what it was worth, he didn't even know why her "niece" befriended the fox in the first place. He was evil, untrustworthy... but he was Nani's friend and pet, so what was he going to do?
"Honestly, I don't know what makes him go after that cat of David's," the alien said, putting up the broom. "And I don't get why somebody would hit an animal with a surfboard! That's cruelty right there!"
Pleakley looked at the fox with a worried look in his eye. "Let's just hope that this doesn't happen again. In fact, why don't you just take a different route home from work? That way, there'll be less trouble for the both of you to deal with."
|
|
|
Post by Kenai on Mar 17, 2009 17:46:26 GMT -5
The door opened to admit Nani; Jumba was particularly surprised that she was running off again with that thing. He had spent too many years caring for her to be startled whenever the little beast raised its leg to give the kitten a disturbing sprinkle of golden rain. This wasn’t the first time. “Nani, don’t you be having bills to take care of, eh? Don’t worry about David, I assure you he eez perfectly alright, besides, does he not kiss the very ground you walk on?” he asked, scratching his bald head, before tugging lightly on his three hairs. He looked over his niece and rolled his eyes. “David hit Foxy with giant surfboard, yes? Well, he shouldn’t be wandering into other people’s gardens – bad for him – bad for the person living there. Foxy carries a-many bacterias. Auntie Pleakley, where’s my toast?” he said, in a whiny tone. "Trouble? Eez everywhere for Nani." He bickered like a husband to his, ahem, wife Pleakley. xD "Don't forgetting toast, muffincake." He told Pleakley. [[ Nani said I could join over MSN! I play Uncle Henry Aw crud, wrong account.]]
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2009 15:01:30 GMT -5
The scarlet canine might've lost his potential chew toy but even after the nasty man's rake rammed painfully into his back and tail and Nani hoisted his gangly hide out of the area hastily as though he was a rag doll, his amusement hadn't quite faded yet. His long, furry arms were slung around her neck and he was nestling his face into her chest to refrain from snickering. Mr. Gulch's rage filled countenance kept popping up every other second in the fox's mind and each time, he seemed more and more distraught. While a sane and sensible animal might have been afraid of this repetitive imagery, it only made it more difficult for the fox to hold back his laughter. Smoke had practically been drifting out of Gulch's nostrils and a mirthful howl emerged from the fox's mouth that he quickly tried to disguise as an exaggerated cry of anguish.
"Look what he did, Nani! I shoulda bitten his head off, nevah min' da stupid cat's! I sho woul' like ta!" the fox declared, giving an artificial whimper and letting his fluffy tail dangle lifelessly as though somebody has forced a blade into it, never mind administering the furry appendage with a light snag. He could be such a attention seeking little nuisance sometimes. Scratch that--ninety percent of the time. Mr. Gulch might've been a snide twerp, but the fox wasn't exactly innocent either.
Not that he couldn't always pretend he was, though. The fox let his livid eyes widen considerably and his ears drooped as Nani's "aunt and uncle" voiced their disregards for his mischievous and inexcusable behavior.
"I ain't carryin' bacteria, chubbeh--" he began indignantly after Jumba spoke but then, being agile, he instantly shut his trap. He had to detain the cute and innocent disposition if he wanted to cover his hide.
|
|
|
Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 22, 2009 2:13:10 GMT -5
[You all are killing me! HAHAH!]
Nani stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the brighter lights of the room. The vexed Jumba and wary Pleakley seemed trivially aware of the situation, much too focused on other things to really care. But it was obvious they still minded Foxy.
"I ain't carryin' bacteria, chubbeh--” The voice was as low as ever, but Nani was able to hear it, even as her ‘pet’ pressed himself to her chest; or perhaps she was simply hearing – feeling things? She looked down and arched an eyebrow. No. It wasn’t her imagination.
“Foxy,” she hissed under her breath, shoving him in the basket to silence him, his rather curvy behind sticking out from the basket’s opening like a Mexican piñata waiting for the blow. “You’re in so much tr - ” she trailed off when Pleakley mentioned just that word: trouble.
Nani wasn't sure what unnerved her more - the sound of that word or the fact in that it was nearly impossible to not run into such vexing dilemmas; but then, her life was mostly consisted of just that. She stormed out of the house in a huff and brought Foxy along just for company.
“Do you suppose there is such a place? That’s kind of a stupid thing to say now that I think about it. Then again, it's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away -- behind the moon -- beyond the rain – and why the hell am I sounding like I’m from 1939? Ugh, I must be lolo.” she wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. She was clearly losing her mind as she yanked Foxy out of the basket and placed him, gently, on the ground. She crossed her arms, leaned slightly over the fence, and gazed up longingly – or confusedly – she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was angry!
She snorted. -_-
She’d sing it off.
“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream really do....come true.”
She dragged her foot lightly over the dirt, tracing lazy circles, narrowed eyes suddenly losing their fury. She frowned and bowed her head, too stubborn to admit that she wished for such solace. She walked forward, forgetting there was a fence (her head’s been up in the clouds too long, so this was so bound to happen) and fell over it. She was sprawled about, hands pressed up against her chubby cheeks, as she sighed cynically. She hated her sepia life.
“Ugh, whatever.” She muttered, rushing herself to finish the song. “...Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me (or on the ground eating dirt and looking like somebody slapped you across the face). Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then -- oh, why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow -- Why, oh, why can't I?” she finished, dropping her face to the ground again, sighing into the dirt.
“Foxy, don’t tell Uncle Jumba and Auntie Pleakley I had a musical moment. . .” she groaned, taking his paw.
[Foxy posts next . . . and then we hit DAVID'S CUE!]
|
|
|
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Mar 28, 2009 3:18:58 GMT -5
[David, mind posting? I don't wanna force poor Foxy to post. XP I luff her too much for that...SO I'MMA FORCE YOUSES! XP -Licks David-]
|
|
|
Post by David Kawena on Mar 28, 2009 5:03:12 GMT -5
[[*INSERT AMAZING, HILARIOUS WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST THEME* XP]
The man appeared into view before her, riding his motorcycle over to where she was. He looked unusually peeved. After a minute or two he stopped his bike with a loud shriek. He regarded her with an odd, soothing smile, though a little tense.
His soft brown eyes took in her appearance, tracing the curve of her shoulder to her throat and parted lips. He arched an eyebrow as he noticed Foxy's rather plump behind sticking out of the basket; the poor thing couldn't fit in such a small basket, but he deserved the treatment. First of all, he was a cat-eater. Now, he was posing for a provocative chick magazine in a basket.
"Nani, I understand Foxy is a good...uhhh...pet and all. But I just don't t'ink he's good for your health." He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just look at him. I suggest we take him to an animal reserve - maybe even put him down? He's not a puppy anymore."
He didn't bother to even give Nani the chance to protest as he took the fox-in-a-box with him, waving Nani a little goodbye.
"Oh, and after this...maybe we can go on a date?" he asked, grinning innocently, before riding off with poor Foxy.
Poor, bootilicious Foxy.
{{XP}}
|
|