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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:06 pm
As for Edel, all she had to do was sit back and enjoy the performance. So Roch could play the harmonica too! Who knew? By Jack was the reaper talented!
Somewhere in the corner of the room, two cycorgi heads peaked in, staring at the crowd that had gathered on the other side of the cafeteria. He could smell it, the food.
THE FOOOOOOOOOOOD.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:15 pm
Something squeaked. The little cycorgi's ears went up as he saw a scragg creeping through the door. He growled, going on point, then letting out a high pitched bark and giving chase to the scragg--right through the crowd of students and interviewers.
"Thank you, thank you," Roch said, bowing grandly. The pup hadn't quite gotten to them, but he did notice some strange reactions out of the corner of his eye. "Hmmm--"
"Is it true that you're a convicted criminal, Rochester E. Scythe?" an interviewer asked.
"...Whut?" Roch asked blankly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:28 pm
“I think that will be quite enough if we may, we really should be getting ready for the Trial later today. Wish us luck!” she smiled, trying to divert the attention off Roch.
There were a few OOHs and WOAHs coming from the crowd of reporters that gathered, and they seemed to be parting in a weird sort of fashion. It took a while for her to realise who had come to join them.
Fenton! she whispered reproachfully at the cycorgi pup that emerged from the crowd. And then there was another.
Edel turned to look at Roch. Was that his pup? What kind of trouble have they gotten into together?
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:33 pm
HIS BOOIIILLLL!! The little pup rushed forward so fast that his backlegs outdistanced his front and he sort of... slid across the floor with his nose to the ground. The scragg was forgotten as he bumped into Roch's boot, fell back, then promptly jumped into his arms. And licked him right on the lips.
Roch spluttered, then spit into his cup. "EWWW, jack, that was disgusting! He frenched me!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:55 pm
At that moment, there was a mad flurry of pens scribbling down what Roch had just so openly declared.
Guess what would be appearing on the tabloids later tonight.
Fenton was torn between Edel and the Scragg. He wanted to play with his ghoul too but he was HUNGRYYYYYY. Just then, the rodent dashed past in front of him, as if mocking his indecision.
The dilemma was over. The cycorgi pup was going berserk in the cafeteria.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:03 pm
Roch started laughing as he was bathed in kisses. "You goofball, your breath is foul!" he complained, tugging him away from his face. "What have you been eating?" he demanded of the squirmy, squeaky little corgi.
"Rochester, Rochester! Who's that??" someone demanded.
"This is my Cycorgi," Roch said, turning the pup so he was looking at them. "His name's... Pitchy," he said as the pup barked. "He's from one of our classes."
Bright lights!! Chewy things shoved at him! This was GREAT! The pup nipped at the nearest mic, thinking it was a toy. "No nono," Roch said, pulling him back. "No chewing on the mics."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:16 pm
Somewhere in the room a camera stand fell. And then another. There was some angry shouting going on at the back of the crowd but that didn't seem to be all too important for now.
Edel watched on hesitantly as Roch continued to talk about his Cycorgi, the reporters eating up everything the punk reaper said. Should she say something?
Fenton meanwhile had found himself a nice bunch of cables. Guess what was going to happen next?
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:21 pm
Another mic was shoved straight at him, and Pitchy took a bite. The squeaking sound echoed through the air and Roch yelped, accidentally dropping the cycorgi as he tried to cover his ears.
The cycorgi dropped to the floor, then took off with the mic, the feedback noise deafening. He was so happy crying
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:32 pm
Lights out. Gasping. Cameramen desperately trying to get their cameras back up.
Fenton, with the bunch of cables in between his teeth, started running around the crowd, tripping people as he went.
“Fenton! Fenton! Jack Skellington. FENTON!!”
..... not gone well....
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:34 pm
"Pitchy you little punk!" Roch bellowed, chasing after the dog. If he was trying not to laugh, well, in the dark nobody saw it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:38 pm
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