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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:33 am
Six pack of pop, check, guitar check, baseball bat, check--no, Roch probably didn't need the baseball bat, but hell, who DOESN'T need a baseball bat? It was a philosophical question in Roch's mind. And pile of fast food, check. He needed to keep up his FEAR levels to practice! Also, two dozen for four seeds deal at the local c**k'eyes! He'd gotten four. Well, four sets of two dozen, which added up to-- Lots. Definitely lots. And practicing? Not so much. He'd gotten distracted with a personal concert. And was now happily rocking it out in the middle of the Misty Fields. He was probably ruining hunting for the entire school, but he didn't really care.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:29 pm
Hunting was practically synonymous with 'scavenging' in Gargantuan's mind, and the beast was currently snuffling around in search of any edible treats, smacking his jaws loudly with delight whenever he found something. Small critters simply were not safe unless they had been properly introduced as 'friend', not 'food'.
It was the sound of chords bouncing off the open plains that made him pause, simultaneously curious... and wary. The last time he'd heard those sort of sounds had been in the Battle of the Bands, and that had not been as fun as advertised! Still, the swamp beast couldn't help but lumber closer to the source of the sound.
To his delight, it was no crazy gnome, but just another student! Gargantuan was about to happily call out and say hello, but unfortunately, an idea struck him. Now would be a very good time to practice his scaring skills! Gleefully, the monster all but threw himself onto the ground, and slowly began to wriggle towards the boy.
He was not very sneaky.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:33 pm
Roch's guitar squeaked. He was staring blankly at the massive guy wriggling on the ground. So much so that his head tilted slightly and he watched in blatant fascination, forgetting that he'd been playing entirely.
Was the big guy... hurt? He moved closer. "Hey," he said. "You okay, big guy? I'm bettin' your getting dirt in your pants doin' that. Does it itch?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:21 pm
Oh! He was coming closer! It was working! G could barely contain his excitement, his tail slapping eagerly at the ground. Any second now... Any second! "RRAAAAAAAARRRR!" The monster bolted upright, arms outstretched and his fingers curled in what was known as the 'scary-grab-you-now' pose. Of course, Gargantuan wasn't about to snatch the boil--he just had to be scary! Very scary!
After a moment, his ear fins twitched, and the monster relaxed. "Sorta itchy. G don't like dirt. Swim fix it." Totally normal conversation now, that made sense... right? No.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:25 pm
Roch nodded. "Yeah, I figured. But next time you decide to scare someone, find someplace with, y'know, more shadows and trees," he told the big guy. "But the whole roar? Pretty impressive!" he complimented him.
"I'm Roch," he said, holding out his hand to shake. "You like c**k'eyes?" The fried chicken eyes were starting to get cold by this time, so he figured he might as well share. He headed for the boxes set to the side. "I got too many spicy," he said, making a face.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:43 pm
Shadows and trees... The monster nodded enthusiastically at the advice, and practically beamed at the compliment. Yay! It had worked! Well--almost. Before G could brood over the fact that Roch didn't seem very scared, there was food being offered.
"Ya, ya! G likes!" There was a pause at the handshake before G just sort of leaned forward and nudged at it, eagerly scrambling on his hands and knees after Roch. He could smell the eyes from here, and if Roch wasn't careful, there probably wouldn't be any left.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:54 pm
"You can have this box and this box," Roch said, picking up two from the pile and handing it to the big guy. "They're spicy, so I hope you can handle it. I can, for a box, but not more."
He dropped down in the grass, grabbing one of the other boxes and digging in. He ate remarkably fast for such a little guy. "So you're G, right? Awesome name! Want some pop?" he asked, tossing a can to the big guy.
This, he summed up quickly, was just the kind of guy he wanted as a pal. He looked as if he'd be a hell of a lot of fun, and handy, to boot. "Then we can practice scaring, if you want?"
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