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 Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:14 pm
He desparately wanted a pair to replace his old ones, if only to prove that he could get them. He'd have to do some asking around, perhaps.
F's somewhat dirty fingers wiggled slightly, hovering over the jacket potato. "You want it ven?" he warned her cheekily as he smooshed his fingers into the food, nose wrinkling at the feel of it. When he extracted his fingers, he had a fistful of potato, like a small snowball.
"It's aching to be thrown.." he teased in a sing-song manner.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:31 pm
Antony had been ever so slowly pushing her chair back, inch by inch, so she'd have the room to jump up from her chair unhindered if need be. Casually, she took a sip of her grape juice, free hand moving towards what was left of her corn. "You sure you want to tango pal?"
Without really giving him the chance to back out, she turned her hand and flicked her wrist in his direction, sending a shower of purple liquid in his direction. Hell, he could always get new clothes if they stained.
The squirrel woman was out of her chair moments later and running towards the buffet to retrieve more ammo. Once there, she gave a taunting wag of her rear and tails, presenting a target before turning to face him, beckoning to him with her hand a la an old kung-fu movie. It was on.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:42 pm
F instinctively turned his face away and attempted to bat the liquid away with his hands. Of course that didn't work too well, and he got grape juice down his shirt. "Quickdraw, eh?"
He balled up the potato in his hands and side-stepped towards the other end of the buffet while watching her. There, he ceremoniously dunked the potato ball in some gravy and then suddenly made a dash for her. He wasn't going to waste the potato! She was getting it right in the face.
"Hehe, have fun washing vis out've your fur tonight." he laughed as he chased the squirrel-woman, trying to grab at her and hold her down.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:50 pm
She let out a rather squirrel like noise as he came for her, barely having time to grab the closest thing handy. A whipped cream bottle and a handful of rainbow sprinkles, to be exact. The latter was flung aimlessly with the main purpose of distracting him and getting lots of sprinkles stuck in his hair.
This, however took time away from her retreat, giving him the opportunity to catch up to her, regardless of the fact that she took off towards the tables to try and put some objects between them.
Hopefully, he wouldn't dare to try and grab her tails to catch her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:04 pm
F had a determined grin on his face as he ran straight through the barrage of sprinkles, indeed catching most of them in his hair. He proceeded to try and shake them out but didn't manage to lose many.
As he passed the deserts section however, he snatched a fistful of jelly in his free hand, and began glooping it about menacingly as he continued towards her. As he got a bit closer to the fleeing squirrel he aimed and threw the handful of jelly towards her back and then jumped the table that she'd put between them with a triumphant "Ha hah!"
The squirrel likely hadn't counted on one of F's favourite hobbies being free running. He was well practiced in the art of jumping and/or climbing over things that were in his way.
So he took the opportunity to stretch out with the potato hand, aiming for the face.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:14 pm
The jelly hit it's mark, and Antony let off a few curses, eyes widening when he jumped up on the table. That was unexpected, but she could improvise.
Kicking a chair out of the way, the squirrel woman dove under the table in a flurry of tails, grunting as she stood up quickly under it. Her back hitting the underside knocked it off balance (as well as ground the jelly into her fur), and with an added push, she attempted to knock the furniture over.
The moment he jumped or fell off, however, she scurried out from under it and made a mad dash to leap onto his back and tackle him. If all worked out, Antony would make a few deft movements with her hands and spray as much whipped cream down the front of his pants as she could manage.
"Hah HA! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:39 pm
F wobbled as the table did, spinning his arms in an attempt to keep his balance, but he soon slid off it as it tipped. He staggered forward and touched his post-jelly hand to the floor to get his balance, but was pounced on before he could stand properly again.
"Aack!" he yelped as he was tackled to the ground from behind, and quite suddenly had whipped cream down his pants. Nice one.. He stuck his tongue out and went to grab at her wrist.
"Vat's it, Squeaks. I 'ope you like your gravy cold!"
But as he brought forward his other hand it seemed he hadn't been able to save himself from closing his fist on the so far well-survived potato-gravy ball, and it seemed to have squelched out between his fingers. All the same, now that Antony was right in front of him, he lunged his potato-ey hand towards her face anyway, where he would try and rub it about as messily as possible. All the time F was laughing heartily.
They'd made such a mess..!
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:50 pm
Luckily her sunglasses had be knocked off a long time ago, so while she did get a face full of gravy and potatoes, none of it got on them. Either way, she let out a protesting squeal and tried to fend off his hand with her free one.
With the experience that she had under her belt, Antony easily hooked her legs around him in such a way that she sharply rolled them both over.
Ha. Now she was on top and in control.
She didn't waste any time and was soon assaulting him with a well aimed shower of whipped cream in his face. At some point, she dropped the can and attempted to rub in the white, sticky substance all over his face just as he had done to her with the gravy.
All the while, she was laughing.
In the end, she fought to pin his arms back and end the food fight with her on top, both literally and otherwise. "Hail to the winner," she chirpped, licking some potatoes from her lip with a grin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:14 pm
"Eeergh..!" he grunted as he got it in the face, moving his head from side to side in a poor attempt to fend it off, but eventually F was left unable to see for the whipped cream, or move much at all.
"Alrigh'! Alrigh'!" he wailed. "I suppose I surrender.." Not having a white flag handy, he went to wave the end of one of her tails a little.
"You win. -But only 'cause you 'ad vuh better arsenal." he complained light-heartedly. That whipped cream can was genius, he had to admit.
"Er, yes all hail Squirrel-girl!" he added quickly, in case his complaining would earn him more whipped cream. He then made to shove her off of him and stand up, inspecting the mess.
"I don' fink you couldn've done a better job coverin' me wiv vat stuff if you'd used a dump truck." he laughed, wiping as much off his face as he could, sneaking the odd flick off onto her.
"Fink we should clean up or.. do a runner and pretend like it wasn't us?" he grinned at her, eyebrows waggling.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:26 pm
She basked in the glory making sure to puff out her chest and look as smug as humanly possible while he was surrendering. Chuckling when he pushed her off, Antony stood and surveyed the damage as well. Whoops.
"I'm just the s**t." Reaching a finger out to wipe some whipped cream off of his nose, she popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean. All the while she was looking as thoughtful as possible.
"I say, we stride calmly out of here as if nothing had happened." Antony said with a poignant nod. "And then I ******** need a shower." With that statement, she craned her neck in attempts to see the jelly damage on her back.
"But first..." The squirrel woman cleared her throat and gave him a healthy pat with the back of her hand in the crotch to squish the whipped cream around in any missed nooks and crannies. A cheeky grin was given before she stepped over to pick up her discarded sunglasses and slip them on.
They were the only clean article on her.
A smirk curled on her lips as she waited for him before heading out, and for the first time in a long time, nothing was really worrying her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:40 pm
"Sounds like a plan, Batman." he grinned wildly. He liked her thinking.
And there came the pat. He winced at the squelching noise, then shook his head swiftly from side to side. "Lovely." he said with feign delight. Oh he'd get her back for that.
He went to retrieve his own shades, which usually stayed glued to his face, from wherever they had fallen and then caught up with her. As they walked out together he gave her a definite 'You'll pay' face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 1:01 pm
~~ NEW RP ~~
Joliette peered around as she left the duplex which she called home even if David was no longer seeming to live there. She hadn't let basically anyone see her, only two had by that time, she move further into the village debating did she want cafeteria meat, or did she want to cave to the Komodo's desire and instincts for fresh meat and find some prey in the jungle... She didn't move much cept to look back and forth betweent he foliage beyond the buildings and teh village building which housed the cafeteria.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 1:21 pm
F left his duplex at roughly the same moment. The particular desire for some waffles had suddenly struck him and so he now made his way through the village towards the wafting smells from the cafeteria.
As he strolled past a large brown lizard, F's mind was occupied with wiggling his fingers in an air guitar-like motion, obviously concentrating intently on working out chords for something or another.
His mind wandered momentarily from their current job however, and, realising large brown lizards were not normal things to be casually strolling past, F did a swift double take.
His eyes were wide only for a moment, before a broad smile returned to his face.
"Wow" he uttered. "If you don' mind me sayin', you look well gravy." he said with a hint of excitement, not considering for a moment the damage her claws could do were she not entirely friendly.
"Are you lost?" he thought to ask, noticing the creature's hesitation over her direction.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 1:26 pm
Joliette's eyes followed the movement they caught as he passed, her yellow tongue flickering taking in his unique and individual scent, Never going to end is it she thought to herself noting he was yet another new islander. "Gravy... I do not know what you mean" she replied in her thickly british accented voice "As for lost... no" she lifts a hand tapping a claw lightly against her snout as if tapping her chin "Just deciding where I want food from"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 1:46 pm
"Fantastic. Awe-inspiring, even." he explained slowly with a grin, in a Cockney accent with a definite foreign tang.
"You look like some kind or dragon or somefing. 'ope I get somefing smashing like vat." F obviously thought quite highly of Joli's odd appearance and he appeared to ponder this a moment.
"Well. Fancy some waffles?" he asked merrily in response to her dilemma, nodding his head towards the cafeteria.
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