The New Guy...[[open to all]]

[Tigger]

Tigger had just walked bounded through the front gates, and already he was quite overtaken by this whole "Disneyland" business. There were so many others around. So many others just waitin' to be bounced. But, for once in his life, he had thought twice about bouncing. Some of these people looked rather scary, and he didn't want to upset the scarierer ones.

He decided to bounce into one of the foodshops. He bounced around for quite some time, bumping into the occasional shopgoer. Some just ignored him, while others glared. He stayed away from those people. Finally, he grabbed a cookie that looked like his good ole' buddy, Eeyore, and bounced over to the counter.

"Would you like a drink with that, Mr. Tigger?" the cashier asked. He chuckled and scratched his forehead. No one had ever called him that before.

"Whatcha callin' me 'Mr' for?" he asked. The cashier shrugged, which left Tigger a little confuzzled. Why would someone call someone else something if they didn't know why they were calling them that. But he looked at the drinks and -since he couldn't read very well- orderd a "CooCoo Cola", whatever that was. When the cashier asked what size he would like, he responded; "The biggerest size ya got!" The cashier looked skeptical, but filled the largest cup (which even to Tigger, was quite big) and handed it to Tigger.

"Thanks, buddy!" Tigger exclaimed, holding the cookie against the soda which he held in two hands. He rocked back onto his tail and started to bounce in place. "Well...TTFN, ta-ta for now!"

So, with cup and cookie in hand, he bounced out of the store, leaving a very bewildered looking cashier behind. He bounced out and along Main Street. He soon learned that he couldn't bounce and sip his soda or eat his cookie without slopping it on himself at the same time, so he found an empty bench and plopped down. He swung his legs under him and unwrapped the cookie from its cellophane wrapping and took a bite.

"I wonder if Pooh-boy is-this cookie is the bestest cookie I evah had!" And with that forgotten thought of his friend, he happily munched on his cookie, watching the others go by.

[Peter Pan]

Peter had been flying around the park, just for something to do. Things had suddenly become very boring. The sorry fact was that being a boy as young and as remarkable as he was, Peter often found himself getting bored rather easily. Lots of things needed to happen in order for him to be fully satisfied and if he wasn't having fun, what was the point? What more could there be than fighting and flying?

He was sure that he hadn't flown to all corners of the park yet, there must be more secrets to unveil, more adventures to experience, more fun to be had. No, what he needed was to meet someone new. Besides, he was determined to find Wendy before he left this strange place. The fun hadn't finished yet!

Swooping down to Main Street, he landed lightly on top of the roof of a shop, settling himself down with his legs dangling over the edge. Main Street was always one of the busiest places he'd found so far - surely there was someone here that intrigued him. Putting his elbow on his knee, he rested his head on his hand, gazing down at the different characters walking below.

Sure enough, it wasn't soon before a strange orange creature with stripes (something resembling a Tiger) came bouncing in to view. Peter watched as it bounded in to people, knocking things over and finally buying a drink.

Peter continued to stare down curiously, lifting his head off his hand. As the stripey creature stopped to have his drink, he seized his chance. Casually putting his hands on either side of the roof, he pushed himself off, hurtling towards the floor before lifting back up in to the air in an elegant ark.

He did a few twirls in the air as he flew towards his destination before landing with a plonk right in front of the animal. "How ya doing, Stripes?" He asked, lifting a hand in hello.

[Tigger]

Tigger sipped at his soda happily. The drink was fabulous! It was sweet and sugary and bubbly -- just like a Tigger! He kicked out his legs as he passed (and almost managed to kick a rather short passerby), feeling a sudden energy about him. All through his fluff he felt energized and excited. That with that tasty Eeyore-fied cookie, he was getting rather hyperactive.

He watched others pass him by as he sat. Some tossed him odd glances, others moved away from him awkwardly, which made him frown. Why would anyone want to move a way from a Tigger? Tiggers are the bounciest, funnest guys around! Why would anyone want to avoid him? But he didn't care. He just focused on his drink. Shucks, they sure could fit a lot of this "CooCoo Cola" into a cup! He hadn't even drank half a cup and he was feeling ful and energixed.

As he sat and drank and munched and swung his feet on the bench, he found himself wondering what there was to do in a place like this? It seemed ginormous, at least eleventy-hundred times biggerer than the Hundred Acre Woods, and he thought that was a biiiig place. He took another big sluuuuuuuurp! of his soda and he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

He looked up and saw a boy. A boy flying. How confuzzling. He put his drink down next to him and scratched his forehead. How was this guy flying? He didn't have wings like Owl or Rabbit's blue bird of a daughter, Kessy, so how was he flying? He continued to watch wearily as the boy flew down towards him. He did some pretty cool twirls and then landed right in front of Tigger.

"How ya doing, Stripes?" the boy had asked, raising a hand in hello. Tigger guffawed, not knowing what to do. Who was stripes?

Oh, wait, Tigger realized in his fluff that "Stripes" was him. But that wasn't his name.

"Heya, there!" Tigger said, a smile growing on his face, remembering the energized feeling within his fluff. Obviously, this flying boy was no threat, and no one to be afraid of. And if he wasn't someone to be afraid of, then he might as well be a friend. "I dunno who your callin' Stripe, I'ma Tigger! T-I-Double-"gah"-er. That spells Tigger! Which is what I am!"

[Elisa Maza]

~~ Oh, I think I'm gonna enjoy RPing with you, Tigger. You got him down to a T! (No pun intended) ~~

Elisa walked down Mainstreet, enjoying the day. For once, she wasn't here on an assignment, she wasn't looking to bust any villains, and there wasn't anyone who needed saving. She could just enjoy the park like everyone else.

She came across a small boy and an adorable stuffed tiger. She overheard his elaborate introduction and couldn't help but smile.

Walking up to the pair, she smiled and waved. "Hi there. My name is Elisa."

[Peter Pan]

The stripey creature seemed a little confused as Peter waved with hello, perhaps his kind didn't introduce each other like that? However, he soon realised that it wasn't what he had done that confused the animal, but what he had said. As he introduced himself, it was Peter's term to look confused.

"T... I... double what, er?" Repeated Peter, scratching the top of his head. Why spell out your name, anyway? Surely it was easier to just say it? "Nice to meet ya, Tigger," he said, then deciding to ask the question that he had just thought, added, "Why did ya just spell out your name?"

Just then, Peter turned to see a woman walking over, who had apparently been watching the two. She had long blue hair and dark brown eyes. Peter noticed however, how she also waved hello just as he had done. "Hey Elisa," he replied, lifting his hand in return.

[Tigger]

ooc: I'm sorry I've dissappeared for a while. Lots of technical difficulties with my computer. *smacks monitor* But yeah, so I'm back!

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Tigger stared at the boy as he got confused over the spelling of the name. T. I. Double. Ga. Er. What was so hard about that? But he focused on the boy, which is very hard for a Tigger to do, you know. Nice ta meet ya, Tigger. he had said. After the boy greeted him, he had asked "Why did ya just spell out your name?" He paused and scratched his head, almost mirroring the green-clad boy's. Why did he spell out his name? "Coz I'm a Tigger!" Tigger replied boistrously. "An' that's what Tiggers do." He paused a moment and realized that this boy had never introduced himself. "Who are you?" he asked.

But as he waited for the boy to respond, something caught his eye. A blue-haired woman with dark-chocolate-y eyes was walking towards them. When she reached them, she waved and greeted the two. "Hi there. My name is Elisa." Tigger thought she was pretty, but wondered why her hair was blue. He had never seen that before. This place sure was filled with strange creatures. "Well heya there, Elisa," Tigger greeted, as friendly as he would be to any other. "My name's Tigger. That's T-I-double 'ga'-er. That spells Tigger, which is me!"

[Simba]

Simba watched the tiger, the flying boy and the blue haired woman from the distant, debating if he should approach. The tiger looked like so much fun to be with anyway. Also he didn't like being by himself in such a large place.

Finally he sucked it in a walked up to the group cautiously. "Hi, I'm Simba, the future king of The Pridelands" he greeted himself. His eyes bored into the blue hair woman, he was thinking about her hair, but he wasn't game enough to ask.

[Tigger]

Tigger looked at the little cub that had approached their conversation. He sorta looked like himself, 'cept he wasn't the right color. And he wasn't stripet-y. And his tail definitely was not bouncy. But he still kinda looked like a Tigger. Maybe. Sorta. Only a smidgeon. But a smidgeon was more than not a smidgeon, which wouldn't be anything at all.

After the cub had introduced himself, Tigger looked him over. "Heya, there, Simba!" he exclaimed. "I'm Tigger. That's T-I-double'ga'-er. That spells Tigger. Which is what I am. An' ain't you a little scrawny to be a king?" Sometimes, Tigger wasn't aware of how rude he was really being. He just spoke his mind, and in his opinion, Simba didn't look anything like the kings he had seen in Christopher Robin's story books.

[Peter Pan]

"Hello," replied Peter as yet another character made their way up to the already growing group. As he heard Tigger's comment he couldn't help but give a slight immature grin at his rudeness.

"Name's Peter. Pan," he added giving Simba a pat and a slight sound of pride in his voice. Since Tigger had already asked, it felt the right time to finally introduce himself. "So ya royalty?" He asked looking down at the young cub.

[Tigger]

Tigger's attention span was brought back to the green-clad boy. He said his name was Peter. Pan. Peter Pan? That was an awefully silly name, but this time Tigger didn't voice his opinion, he just chuckled to himself. Lots to chuckle about today; the little "king" cub, the boy in green with the strange name, and the lady with the blue hair. Lots of strange stuff, perfect for a good laugh.

Tigger took another sluuuuurp of his soda and felt an energy rush practically shake him. He could no longer just sit in his seat, swing his legs. He lept off the bench and rocked back onto his tail, almost like a kangaroo. But instead of just staying there, he set his CooCoo-Cola on the bench seat and grasped his feet with his front paws and began to jump up an down, a sudden energy about him.

[Peter Pan]

((I'll wait for Simba and the others to reply. I don't want them to be left behind!))

[Tigger]

OoC: Sounds good!