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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:29 pm
Life was hard for a trash can, especially if you lived in a big city. No one ever dare to take some appreciations to the dear ol'can. They used and abused but never took any care to wonder what it felt like to be the one accepting their “superb” gifts.
And as you maybe thinking it wasn’t very pleasurable to be on the receiving end. Being filled with revolting, smelling and molding trash was something no one looked for. Day after day of the same thing, half eaten pizza, dirtied up bags, molding fruit peels, etc, etc... As you can see, the life for a trash can was well...sickening. And for this now dull sliver can, it was getting pretty tried of being so abused.
Well today was the day for this fed up trashcan. He had held this hatred of the human kind and the earth could hear is calling. Every shake and mumble form the earth made the can stronger. He moved and tip and finally with one giant pull, a life like leg turn out and then an arm. Finally, after calling to the earth one more time he was able to finally transformed into the beast he wanted to become and take vengeance on the humans that treated him the worst.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:59 pm
Nathan Darrow was tired, grumpy, and not interested in walking dogs. But Dogby needed a walk and Tony wasn't in the right condition to be walking himself, let alone a dependent creature. So Nate was forced, by no offer of kindness on his own part, to take care of the mutt himself.
He wasn't planning on going far from the apartment, though the tiny corgi tugged at her leash rambunctiously. If it had been a bigger dog, it might have been a problem.
"Just piss or whatever it is you need to do, alright?" he said as Dogby barked at him excitedly, though she looked slightly vexed that he wasn't walking faster. She tugged and tugged, straining at the very end of the leash so hard that sometimes her little front paws couldn't even reach the pavement. Nate had half a mind to let the leash go. That would have been funny, at least, though Dogby would probably have thought it a game and just come back to him to do it again, butt wagging.
He didn't have it in him to hurt a dog, anyway.
Slowly, they walked by an alleyway, and Nate came to a stop, he looked to see a trashcan wobbling and appendages burst out of it. That wasn't normal, right? Sighing, since he was fairly used to this kind of weirdness by now, he made to power up, but a scream interrupted him. Someone was watching. In fact, there were probably people in buildings watching that he couldn't see.
He would not be able to power up here. He considered just leaving the monster for someone else to deal with.
And of course, Dogby ran over to it, to sniff it and see what it was.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:17 pm
The monster moved away from his needy friend, who had called upon him. It sounded like fingernails moving across a chalkboard when he moved but he smelled worst. Of course he was summoned by the worst smelling thing in the world but he had to be grateful or he wouldn't be living to this day.
As he was about to move towards his quest to destroy ever human that had mistreated his trash can, until an odd unrecognized creature ran up to him. Is this a human? he thought. He moved closer to take a better look. It smelled just like him so he wasn’t sure if it was friend or foe. He wasn't sure but he thought it might be better to charge at it and see if it would react. He had to be sure, anything could be a foe, and nothing could be trusted.
Moving into an offensive pose, the monster quickly moved to charge at the creature. He hoped he was right, he wanted to bring the trash can justice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:32 pm
Dogby was sniffing at everything she could find, and she barked in surprise when something she had never seen before came at her. She barked at it, smelling something off about it. It smelled like that monster from before, the one that was very cold. She didn't like it, but she didn't really know how to growl, and she skittered away from it, barking loudly as she went, to hide behind Nate.
A guard dog Dogby was not.
Nate looked down at the corgi and frowned, then looked at the monster. He sighed and rolled up his sleeves, though that seemed to be pointless. It wasn't like he was going to be putting his arms in the thing: he was probably just going to go with his favorite youma fighting method. Stomping the hell out of them. He moved toward it, looking around the alley for something useful for a fight, though he didn't have anything on hand.
Feet would have to do.
"Alright, ugly, time to dance."
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