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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2005 9:26 am
  Hi.
I'm Taxi. But you knew that already.
This is where I live, with my mom and the rest of her posse.
It's not so bad.
I like chasing cars.
Also, I like listening to music.
And yeah.
That's about it.
I'm not very interesting, really.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 10:16 pm
  name | taxi
age | pup
sex | m
dob | 12.03.04
fur color | yellow
eye color | green
wing color | black/green
marking color | black
marking pattern | checkers
height | 2 ft.
weight | 6 lbs
fears | going deaf, people laughing at him for his handicaps
likes | music (punk rock, metal, alternative), cigarettes (even though he can't have any), piercings, knives, books, lightning storms, chasing cars
dislikes | not being able to fly, his allergies (therefore, flowers), wool, noisy kids, traffic, hoboes, getting wet
personality | Dont' let the 'cute and innocent' look fool you: Taxi is not for the faint of heart. He tends to swear--and violently at that--make allusions to nasty things in conversation, b***h, moan, and otherwise make a nuisance of himself. At home he's fairly quietly (unless he and Ara are yelling at each other), and is content to listen to his music. Taxi has a phenomenal temper and a knack for getting into fights. He's made pretty tough, but he's 75% bluff and illusion; he tries to hide as best he can his lack of self-confidence with a razor tongue and matching attitude.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 11:31 pm
Drabble the first: "Defective"
Word count: 161
Taxi considers himself defective; others tend to get annoyed at him when he says it aloud, interpreting it as a self-deprecating comment, an annoying phase spoken for attention. But it isn't. 'Cause he is, you know. Defective. All he does is state the fact.
His wings don't work--they used to, but not anymore--so he can't fly. He's allergic to most flowers and grasses--just gets hay fever-ish in general--and he honestly would much rather spend his day chasing cars, watching TV or listening to some loud rock music than prancing around in a field, all allergies aside.
He really doesn't care about it much, though. He doesn't know many other Talaye, so he can't really compare. He's never really known what it's like to fly, to fly for real, so he can't long for it. All flowers have ever brought were sneezes, so he doesn't appreciate their beauty.
Taxi considers himself defective. It's not technically a bad thing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 12:01 am
Word count: 196
Honking, skidding tires, sounds of people yelling expletives in a rash, nonsensical tone; Taxi loved it, loved the rush, the burst of speed and adrenaline and the blood pumping through his veins. The closest he would ever come to flying. Asphalt under his paws, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of his useless wings on his back as he ran, the ground a black-and-gray blur as he went by, the passersby staring at the yellow puppy, the lights in front of him, like beacons, guiding him, spurring him on.
It was fruitless, he knew. He'd never catch a machine weighing a few tons, built of chrome and aluminum and going at least a hundred miles above the Durem city speed limit. But that was the wonder, wasn't it? The never-ending chase, the prey slipping between his paws, the feeling of triumph when he'd manage to get a good bite in the guy's bumper if he stopped at a red light. He did it for kicks, not for any kind of reward, not for a pat on the head or attention. It was just really friggin' trippy s**t; that was all.
Taxi considers chasing cars to be his own personal high.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 12:20 am
Roleplay the first: Taxi & Tadrith, ant dragster racing and trading insults
Warning: language. Turn on your filters.--- Halfling Elf Lazing on his rock in the Meadow, Tadrith had nothing to do. Absolutely. Nothing. And when one like the big black Tala had nothing to do, they got bored. Extremely fast. Since he couldn''t see anyone who was actually in the meadow, and the only real thing left to do was watch the ants go by, Tadrith resorted to his last defence against bordness.
He set up ant dragster racing.
And as numbah one goes around the curve to where the hunk of meat is, it seems that numbah two is swiftly catching up! Oh, oh, what is this? It seems that three is pile-driving them both to get to the scrumptius prize! But the rest of the race, all 497 of them, are very close behind! Who will win this race folks? No one knows!
Yes, it was a sad, boring day is anyone had to resort to that kind of hobby. Tadrith really hoped someone would come around soon. It looked like no one had been here in months. Arach Taxi does not like the Meadow. In fact, he doesn't like coming within a mile of it, or anything else within this forsaken pocket of nature the other Talaye call home, for that matter. He spends his time in the city, surrounded by pollution and concrete, and no plants. No plants means no flowers, which means no pollen, which means no allergies.
But after a particularly violent exchange with Ara over the fact his headphones were being confiscated, well--that did him in. He was dropped off in Hell with the strict order to 'socialize', and Ara went off. For a whole freakin' day.
He sneezed. Loudly. It wasn't like there was anyone--oh wait, there was.
Stepped disdainfully through the grass (trying to avoid any wildflowers), Taxi stepped over to Tadrith, and a small grin appeared when he finally recognized the older Tala.
"Well, if it ain't the old geezer," he declared, eyeing the black male. "You haven't changed much." Halfling Elf Tadrith flinched (which was quickly followed by it's sibling, twitch) at the other younger Tala, forgetting about and leaving the ants to their piece of meat. He almost made a denial to the old geezer comment, but decided to deflect it with another insult instead.
"Neither have you, pip-squeak. What's wrong, haven't gotten the maturity it takes to grow a few feet?" He glanced at Taxi out of the corner of his eye. Yup, the yellow and black puff-ball looked pretty much the same, except for the loss of headphones that Tad swore he was wearing every other time they had crossed paths. Hearing the pup sneeze, Dri grinned quite merrily, and finally turned on his rock so he was facing the much shorter thing. "Having fun in the great outdoors?" Arach "Go to hell," Taxi replied sourly, before adding, "oh wait, we're already here," on a sarcastic note. He sneezed again; he could just feel his eyes water.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, gramps. I'll have you know it's city life that's stinting my growth, nothing else."
Which was true. Tala were magical, and he wasn't getting much magic cramped in the lounge of room of Ara's Durem apartment.
Stretching, blinking his redening eyes, he sidled up to Tadrith. "Other than that, you been good?" Halfling Elf "Riiiiiight. Blame it on the city all you want, kid." Tadrith stretched out on the rock, then shuffled over so there was room for the smaller Tala -- the rock was high enough that no plants creeped over the top or much of the sides. "Meh, I've been good. Cooped up at the house a lot, but there's people there to tease and stuff. Just started seeing sunlight again." He grinned at the pup. "How about you, pip-squeak?" Arach "Been okay, considering," he began, sniffing. "Ara--that's my person--has got these new tykes she's taking care of and one of them likes me, but she thinks I'm a bad influence or summat," he paused to sneeze, "so we kinda bitched at each other about it. ******** it, I hate her when she acts retarded; I mean Jesus, is it my fault it's all 'monkey see, monkey do' with the stupid kid?"
He sighed, sniffed loudly, and sneezed again. "Ugh, ********, I feel like s**t. You got any beefs with your guardian person, or am I the only one with a ******** up family?" Halfling Elf Tadrith listened silently to Taxi rant and swear, not evern twitching his tail, until he was addressed with a question. "Nope. Sorry, kiddo. My human''s got a new kid, but she just stares at me and doesn''t copy me, so I''m good. If she did try to copy me, though. . . I''d be in as much crap as you, probably, if she tried to do something stupid that I already tried. But if she copied my attitude? I think my guardian finally gave up on trying to make us into saints and just made sure we never break the law or anything, so she probably wouldn''t get pissed at me." He grinned at the other Tala. "Although, pipsqueak, if you swear like that in front of them and one repeats it, then your Ara would probably blow up on you. Women are like that, with swearing." And after another sneeze shook Taxi, Tadrith regarded him dryly. "Don''t you take that allergy-stuff? You look like crap as well." Arach "Well, I try not to swear around the kid; but he listens to my music, which isn't exactly super clean, so yeah..." he snorted. "Still, she just shouldn't let the brat near the stereo, it's that simple! That way we could live our happy little lives in peace and harmony or whatever the hell it is."
At Tadrith's suggestion, he smiled bitterly. "Human allergy medicine doesn't work on me, we've tried. Plus, it's not like there's much animal allergy stuff on the market. You know many dogs sensitive to flowers and pollen? Not me, in any case. At least we're not in spring. Effing hay fever, oh god..." Halfling Elf "Are the walls sound-proof?" Tadrith leaned over and convinced a bug on his rock to come onto his paw before watching it crawl around. He winced slightly at the pain of going through hay fever season -- he'd seen someone keep on sneezing for hours during that time of the year. Interesting to watch, but also highly disgusting, especially if the person sneezing had a stuffy nose and no tissue. Which they usually did. That is, a stuffy nose and no tissue. Yeah.
"That really. . . Sucks." Yup, it must really suck being Taxi. Good thing he was Tadrith! "So winter's your favorite season then? Since there's no pollen?" He put the bug down again, and watched it scurry over the edge of the rock and disappear. Arach "Nope, but that's a good idea, I should ask Ara to do that. Thanks, pops," he smiled up at the older male.
"Yeah, it sucks...well, I won't say," he grinned mischievously, "but winter is my favorite season, not just because of that, but also because of the free shows. I mean, all you hafta do is look out the window and bam! You see people sliding down the street, cars skidding, chaos left and right. S'fun, in a messed up sorta way," he chuckled.
He sat in the grass and sneezed, but eyeing Tadrith tame the bug. "Well lookit that, I should call you Snow White. All you need now is a cute, furry posse and a Jesus glow." Halfling Elf "No problem, shortie." Tadrith grinned back.
"And only you would enjoy in people crashing into each other, right Taxi? The way you say it makes it sound like a hockey game." The black Tala stuck his tounge out at the yellow and black one. "If I'm like Snow White, then you're like one of the dwarves. Mostly Grumpy, I'd say. And if you're a dwarf, then you must worship me, like all of the other good little dwarves." Tadrith swished his tail slightly and grinned, sticking his nose up in the air mock-regally and looking out of the corner of his eye at Taxi. "Where's the bowing? Come on, I don't have all day." Arach "Well, it's on ice, isn't it? So it is kinda like a hockey game," Taxi grinned.
At the other Talaye's improptu reasoning, the pup let out a resounding laugh, followed by a fit of sneezing. "All hail Tadrith," he laughed, "king of oldtimers and all things cute and fuzzy. When I get the cute part down we'll see about alliegance, until then...I ain't bowing to no one. And I'm not a dwarf," he frowned, "you're just a freakish giant. 'Sides, you're perspective's screwy from that rock." Halfling Elf "Right. So you're the prince of pipsqueaks and sweet and sugary. Just add the nice part and you'd make a perfect girl." Tadrith grinned back at Taxi. "And you wish I was a giant. Short stop. Pip-squeak. Microscopic Tala. And there's nothing wrong with the rock, or my perspective from it. It's a rock. You just wish you had your own rock."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--
"Oh for--" Tadrith swore under his breath as he pawed at his ruff, making a beeper fall out and jamming the 'OFF' button with a paw. He let out a woeful sigh before hopping off the rock and landing next to Taxi, making sure that he towered over him. "That would be the guardian, wishing me to frolic home so I don't get mistaken by some random child to be the boogy-man outside his window. I shall see you later, Princey Dwarf." Tadrith grinned again before fluttering his wings in a mock-wave and taking to the air and flapping off. Arach "Go to hell and rot in it, old man!" Taxi yelled at Tadrith's retreating form, but there was a grin on hs face. Tail wagging slightly behind him, he scampered onto the vacated rock and sneezed once, twice for good measure.
He stared out at the meadow calmly, not trying to spot anyone or anything, just trying to memorize everything. Every detail. This place was special, even if he hated it. It was the only place he saw Tadrith.
Despite the allrgies, despite his row with his 'mum', it felt really cool to have a friend.
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