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Post by Tramp on Jul 18, 2009 21:02:26 GMT -5
The Tramp trotted along the boardwalk, whistling a chipper tune to himself and taking in a scent of the fresh happy air. It wasn't his Paris streets, but the boardwalk was just as well one of his favorite places to roam. He hopped over a crack, then another, making it a game.
If you stepped on a crack, a paw would become crippled, until he was hopping on one leg, of course with Tramp's light footed skill, he never stooped to one leg. He sat back taking a breather and scratched at his ear, hoping to find a challenger passing by his way.
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Post by Ronno on Jul 19, 2009 11:26:00 GMT -5
Ronno was walking around the villa looking to see if anyone or anything would inspire him to play any mean tricks on or to brag about any talent or skill he may not actually possess. It wasn't until he noticed a dog sitting around observing the people that passed by him. From what he remembered back in the forest, he knew that dogs were dangerous, yet there was something in this dog's demeanor that told Ronno that he most likely played by his own rules and could go at ease being a loner. This, to Ronno, intrigued him to perhaps see who was better at smooth talking, so he chose to make a smirk, strut by as if he were just minding his own business and pass by, saying to the dog, "Hey, there."
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Post by Tramp on Jul 20, 2009 9:08:47 GMT -5
"Hey, there."
Tramp sat up as competition approached him, a small fawn with a smirk on his face, strutting by, of course quite coincidentally. Tramp smiled on the inside, he knew the runt's game. He stood tall and put out a smirk of his own that revealed that his cockiness stretched all the way to Paris and back.
"Well hey yourself," Tramp replied, yawning and bounding easily over a crack, and then another, giving the deer a wink. He always called deer "Shaky paws", the way their legs were so skinny, and trembled at times when they walked. Well, could this Shaky paws handle crack hopping?
"What would be your name, little man?" Tramp inquired, sitting back again, his smirk still in place.
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Post by Ronno on Jul 24, 2009 22:30:50 GMT -5
Ronno took note of the way the Tramp attempted at making a bigger smirk of his own, as if to say that he was even better. We'll see about that, Ronno thought to himself, so he chose to play along with this supposed "competition" the Tramp could be starting.
While introducing himself in a smug, selfish manner, the rogue fawn gave his two antler stubs names of their own. "The name is Ronno, and these two fellas I call 'Stab' and 'Jab.'" To prove his point of how tough he was, he went over to the nearest lamppost to show how strong his antler stubs were by attempting to make a mark or two in it, just like on the bark of a tree back in the forest. He gave all he got and made two tiny holes on the lamppost. Try and beat that.
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Post by Tramp on Aug 2, 2009 21:40:46 GMT -5
"The name is Ronno, and these two fellas I call 'Stab' and 'Jab.'"
Tramp nodded and raised his eyebrows, watching with a smirk as the little deer moved over to a lamp post and stuck his antlers into the metal. His smirk faded slightly at the two holes in it, before he chided himself inwardly for being discouraged by that. He could most certainly beat that! With his skill? Why of course!
"Well, I must say, I am impressed. You are bad," Tramp remarked, his voice dripping with mock.
He moved over to a couple trash cans on the side and bumped it with one paw, watching it fall to the ground and clang, he could smile with giddy. He loved that sound. Staring as the trashcan lid finally stopped spinning and laid still on the ground, his gaze fell back on Runno, and gave him another "friendly" smirk. After all, it was just a "friendly" competition.
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Post by Ronno on Aug 3, 2009 23:44:55 GMT -5
"Well, I must say, I am impressed. You are bad," Tramp remarked, his voice dripping with mock. "Oh, you think so?" he asked, making a proud but smug look on his face. Ronno opened his eyes to see what the Tramp could do and only scoffed. "Pfft! That's all?" Looking around to see if he could do any better than what the Tramp did, he spotted two garbage bins standing right next to each other. He went over there, turned himself around and gave a nice kick with one of his hind legs, hoping that the bins would knock over in a fashion similar to the Newton's cradle. Once the bins did fall over and spill across part of the boardwalk, he turned to the Tramp, raised his chin and made a smug look as if to say he was the best.
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Post by Tramp on Aug 4, 2009 13:55:43 GMT -5
"Oh, you think so?"
Tramp smirked, "Well sure kid, whatever rows your boat."
"Pfft! That's all?"
Tramp watched the young deer knock over two garbage cans, quite a clatter. His eyes widened and he scratched his ear with his hind leg a little nervously. He was getting too old for this. This kid wasn't going to give up easily, but Tramp was never one to back down from a challenge.
"Well, you knocked em' over alright, but do you think you can jump em'?"
Tramp backed up, bounded a few steps and leaped, gracefully landing safely on the cement and clearing the two cans.
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Post by Ronno on Aug 9, 2009 9:54:30 GMT -5
["Well, you knocked em' over alright, but do you think you can jump em'?" "Ha! Easy," Ronno remarked after observing the Tramp attempt at jumping over the cans clearly, knowing that he, too, could do the same. He moved himself far from the cans, got a good running start and leaped over tthem, almost clearing them. One of his back hooves came in contact with the last can and caused him to stumble and lose his balance upon landing on the boardwalk. Noticing this, he quickly tried to not fall over and kept himself up before ending up facing toward the Tramp with his legs close together. With a sigh of relief, he straightened his legs out and made a smug look, saying, "See? Told you it was easy."
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