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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 2:43 pm
This is a private RP between: Logan & Bigsby
Where: Party in Clubs Territory
What's happening: Bigsby's father has brought him to yet another party and set him loose. During the night, he meets up with Logan, a boy who looks severely uncomfortable...
The bump and clatter of a carriage traveling a little too fast marked the beginning of Bigsby's evening, as so many before this one had. The innards of the carriage were near black, but for the residual glow of the coachman's lantern up front, and Bigsby saw nothing but the rough outline of his father beside him and the trees that whistled by just outside the thin glass window. He huddled closer to Philip, the man he called Papa, and the little Phanpy's hand went to the soft material of the seat's upholstery, a compulsive gesture that he drew some comfort from in these cramped little carriages. Otherwise, he'd feel compelled to start talking, and his voice always sounded too loud with such little room for it to travel.
Soon, though, silence and trees gave way to a rising light that filled the air around them, lit up Papa's face first, then Bigsby's, and details came into focus not long after, cut out of the darkness. The soft glow grew to a colorful wave of lights that flooded into the carriage, cast their shadows long against the darkened paneling of the carriage wall.
They'd stayed in clubs for this party! Bigsby beamed up at Philip, who smiled back down upon his son with self-satisfied pride for a secret well-kept.
Papa carried Bigsby on out of the carriage and set him down upon the ground, with an almost unceremonious little plop. While the roserade paid the coachman, his son looked over their destination, the site of this party. Wood posts held aloft garlands of bright, colorful lights, strung up on cords and hung here and there for effect. Over some, giant canvases were pulled, some garish in their designs, others tasteful in their own tame way, and the people that chatted and milled beneath seemed to reflect the tents that steepled high above their heads. Laughter floated through the air.
Philip returned to his son's side, and absently readjusted the tiny hat the boy wore, moving it from nearly listing so far it'd fall to just ever-so-slightly cocked to the side, and smiled at the results. He fell to his haunches and looked at his son.
“Now, daddy's going to be over there, you see?” Philip pointed to a red-and-white striped canvas. “If you need me, you come and find me, but you have fun otherwise. Try to keep out of trouble!”
Bigsby nodded and his father was off like a shot. The phanpy didn't even notice, though, given his joy at finally being back in a Clubs party. He ran off among the tents, in search of interesting hats to inspect, ones not made by his father.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 8:04 pm
Young Logan was in an impetuous mood. His father had forced him to leave all of his inks and books behind, because This was business, boy.. As such, the kid had resigned himself to sulking bitterly and constantly shedding his winter gear, even if he hated being cold. His tail flicked back and forth as he shrugged deeper into his oversized leather jacket, at least. That was one thing he would never take off. It had been a gift from the Seviper that found him as an egg. The hat, however, that his father had placed haphazardly on his head one too many times continuously ended up in the dirt.
It was fur-lined and grey, and Logan hated that it pinned his ears down. He did not understand what the purpose of such a hat might be, or more to the point why he could not simply wear a hood or a capuchen. He longed for the glorious heating at the theme park's indoor shopping area; at home, his father made them use very little electricity. For all Logan knew, he may as well have lopped off part of Diamonds and shoved it into Clubs, because they certainly didn't live like any of his friends.
Logan stared daggers at his father and took the hat off once more, dropping it on the ground and staring at Briar, daring him to do something about it.
To which Briar replied with a shrug and a look that said If you're cold, it's your fault.
Well, Logan was cold, and he was also quite miserable.
And a little bit lonely, because he was certain that there were no other kids his age in attendance at such a business function. Sometimes he regretted his father's need to network and acquire contacts. However, in the middle of sulking, he thought he saw a blue-haired boy about his own age with very long and large ears... Logan blinked slowly. He was very colourful, and he had a very cute hat. Logan's face contorted at the thought, however; ugh, hats.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 7:51 am
Bigsby was in his element. He bounced along through the party, no real destination in mind, just soaking up the energy of the place. He had no idea as to the party's reasoning, and didn't pick up on the subdued nature of businessmen under some of the more tasteful canopies who used the party as a mask for their rather boring conversations. All Bigsby could do was soak up the energy of the place, to kick off his own aura of barely-contained energy. He had no destination because he couldn't concentrate on any one thing long enough to make a point of examining it. So he toddled on, head constantly turning to get a look at everything, trying and often failing to avoid bumping into the legs of the adults walking about.
It would wear thin soon, too. Papa hadn't poured a few drops from his flask into Bigsby's tea, like he normally did before parties, and this meant that Bigsby's boundless energy would eventually get the better of him and tire him out.
Bigsby saw the growlithe boy turn to him about a moment after he'd first clapped eyes on him. Sullen-looking, definitely no sort of face to wear to a party, and Bigsby's heart would have gone out to him if he hadn't committed such a grave transgression. The boy on which Bigsby had fastened his eyes with steely steadiness had, in his dissatisfaction, dropped a hat he'd been wearing to the ground. All at once, his blood was running hot. The blue-clad boy had found with anger that which a whole evening of enjoyment would have never captured: His attention-span. The hat was admittedly nowhere near as nice as Bigsby's own hat, but it didn't excuse the profound wrongness of the action, of casting the hat upon the ground.
Bigsby rushed forward, his Papa's command to stay out of trouble already forgotten. With some stormy stomping steps, the phanpy came to a stop before the growlithe, the hat between them on the ground.
”Whatch'yez doin'?!” Bigsby exclaimed, as indignant as a small child can be. ”The ground ain't no place for a hat!”
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:01 pm
Yes, it was a boy his age. However, the boy was just about as unlike Logan as possible, apart from the fact that they both wore vibrant colours. Was it possible that the other boy was a Clubs denizen as well? Not that it was a given.
Logan stared at the Phanpy with an indignant whip of his tail, ears flattened against his head. He crossed his tiny arms over his chest and stared at the very, very blue boy. "It is if I have to wear it otherwise," Logan replied. This boy looked... familiar. Somehow? Logan tilted his head and stared at him, grey eyes narrowed.
"Why, do you want to wear it?" Logan asked. Then, after a pause, he left the discarded hat and headed towards the main house outside which a few people mingled with their drinks, smoking in the cold. "I'm going inside. I'm cold," he said, which was his way of inviting the small boy to follow him. He was also kind of hungry, really. He wove around the legs of the practically immobile adults, looking for the door. And then, for the buffet tables.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 3:35 pm
Face your demons just enough time to tag before i head out ilu <3
”I swear I oughtta bop yez...” Bigsby said, as he caught up and fell in beside the boy whom he still didn't realize he'd met before. Somewhere deep, the recognition was there, but the spark hadn't quite ignited yet, like waiting on fluorescent bulbs to flip on. He weaved among the common lollygaggers with his newfound companion, and as they drew closer and closer to wherever the boy with the fluffy tail was leading, Bigsby's thoughts turned to an ever-pleasing sensory detail: the wonderful aroma of food.
”You smell that? That's food! You hungry as I am?” Bigsby exclaimed, his anger already forgotten.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:16 am
"So don't wear it, then," Logan shot back, without looking behind him, as he stalked off. He didn't care who wore it, so long as it wasn't him. It could sit in the dirt for all he cared.
Logan turned and looked at the boy as he caught up, his eyes narrowed. He flicked his tail in irritation, ears flat against his head. Just the threat of being "bopped" had set Logan's heart beating fast as a Rabbit-- well, it was his namesake, anyway. Logan wasn't exactly going to indulge Bigsby with a fight, ever. Nor would he likely indulge anyone in such a way. He'd just get his a** handed to him, especially as an infant.
The smell of food made Logan's mouth water, though he wouldn't admit it. At home, Briar never cooked for him, and he was left to fend for himself, making whatever he could out of whatever they had. It was usually best described as "functionally" food.
"More than I'd like to admit," Logan mumbled. He looked back at the blue-haired boy. "Let's go. I think I know you from somewhere... Clubs kid, right?" Logan asked, and then headed inside as swiftly as possible. To warmth. To food.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:58 pm
Bigsby took one final look at the hat, before rolling it up and stuffing it into his pocket. If this new one didn't want it, Bigsby would happily take it! New hats was always grand. His anger towards the boy was already fading, as there seemed to be no convincing him of wearing the thing. The boy was moving too fast for Bigsby to bop, anyway, setting a brilliant pace through the crowd as they moved towards sating their hunger. However, while his companion seemed to have a certain degree of grace, deftly moving in between legs and obstructions, Bigsby was more of a bull, barreling through people, bumping into shins and stopping only to readjust his hat.
And when they reached the tent-- Oh! The smell of the food, and Bigsby thought he detected a tinge of alcohol. The finest things to bring to a party, good food and drink so strong you could smell it from outside. Bigsby shouldered into the tent after his companion, stamping his feet to shake off the last of the cold.
”'Ave we met b'fore?” Bigsby asked, meeting the assuredly-familiar boy's gaze. ”I think we 'ave! I'm Bigsby, in any case.” he said, tilting his hat in greeting and introduction.
”Now,” Bigsby continued, turning his eyes towards the food. ”I'll hold the plate, you load 'er up. Let's eat.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:06 pm
Logan's grace had much less to do with concern for others than it did with the desire to not touch anyone. He had no idea where they had been, and he certainly did not want to find out. Not to mention it was an unfortunate side-effect of the dance lessons Briar had made Logan take. Logan would not display his skills, but he was actually learning ballet, and he was ... pretty good at it, unfortunately. Well, the kid had to have at least one interest that wasn't inking.
Logan would likely surprise everyone when he was older, if he had the chance. There was no one he would dance with, as it stood, however. "Yeah, I'm Logan. Apart from earlier, nice to meet you again or whatever, I guess," Logan was clearly distracted by the buffet tables.
He scanned the tables and wanted to eat... everything. Because he was starving, he suddenly realized. The puppy's stomach growled loudly, and he looked at Bigsby very seriously. "Deal. You'd better not be a vegetarian or something," Logan complained.
And then he began to pile food on the plate, just pile it shamelessly, taking as many as he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:31 pm
Bigsby threw back his head and bellowed laughter at even the THOUGHT of vegetarians. ”It's a pleasure indeed to meet'chyez again, Logan, you're good fer a chuckle,” Bigsby said, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye.
”Vegetarian, oh, 'dat's good..." Bigsby mumbled, "I'm gonna be the biggest 'dere is, and 'DAT comes from eatin' yer meat.”
The plate Bigsby had grabbed was actually more of a platter, a gilded shiny thing that was not meant for piling food upon directly. Bigsby would be damned, though, if he wasn't going to get maximum surface area for their meal. Logan piled food comically high upon it, filling it up with plenty of everything his heart desired. Bigsby walked gamely along with the boy, the ever-increasing weight of their feast not phasing him in the slightest. He was silent for a while, enjoying the smell of the food alone, until his eyes fell upon something he wanted, and then they went wide.
”'Oy, Logan. Grab some of them wings up there.” Bigsby called, his eyes locked upon the hot wings which sat untouched, piled high on a platter of their own. Untouched meant extra spicy, and Bigsby loved spicy foods. The smell of them hit Bigsby, and he had to suck in breath sharply to stop from drooling on himself. They'd need to set down soon, he really needed to tear into them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:16 pm
Well, at least they had one thing in common. The faintest trace of a smile flickered onto Logan's face as the cranky infant heard Bigsby laughing. Maybe Bigsby would be a good influence on him, given his general cheerful and outgoing disposition. It contrasted extremely well with Logan's own crankiness. "I usually hear that I'm sullen and awful, so this will be an interesting experience for both of us," Logan replied. Bigsby had a way of talking that really suited him, whereas Logan spoke a lot like his father did.
Because he had been taught that way, really, and all that he did in his spare time was work, read and draw. His designs got more and more intricate by the day. "Good; meat and potatoes," Logan ammended Bigsby's statement, serving them a huge bit of soft lamb with roasted potatoes garnishing it. Logan's insides were aching for this delicious food. Well, at least the night wasn't going to be a complete bust.
He didn't even have to put his hideous hat back on! Logan hated hats; they hurt his little ears and made it impossible to hear. It was a good thing Bigsby was holding their platter, because Logan was certainly not strong enough to support the weight of the feast he'd piled for them. Any adults who looked like they were about to say something, however "cute" it might be, got Logan's death-glare. The look that, with his sharp, silvery eyes said: If you say a single word to me I will gnaw your ankles clean off.
And so they were left largely alone to their own devices, the only infants at the party. Logan grabbed some of the spiciest hotwings and, able to smell how spicy they were, tried to section them off to a place of their own on the platter. Logan, unlike Bigsby, was not a big fan of spicy food.
"I think... we are ready." Logan started to lead Bigsby over to a comfy couch in the corner next to a low table. Perfect for the infants. It was a little too short for most to sit comfortably, which was probably why it was abandoned without a fight. Logan, however, knew that they could fit quite nicely sitting on the floor under the table. The carpet was plush, he didn't care.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:12 pm
Bigsby trundled on, as more and more delicious food found itself stacked upon the plate, chunks of lamb, piles of potatoes... Logan looked scrawny, but if he didn't know how to eat! Bigsby was happy to bear the weight, though it was starting to become a little taxing, because Logan had earned himself the feast by impressing Bigsby. So much so that Bigsby wanted to offer up some advice. ”If somebody calls'yez sullen or awful, here's what'chtez do: You BRAIN 'im with yer fist! Yez knock him silly!” Bigsby exclaimed, nearly losing his balance and having to readjust his footing to keep the platter straight. ”Ain't nuffin' say 'no' to a bully like a knock in the noggin.”
Finally, when Bigsby thought he could hold no more, Logan directed him towards a low couch next to a high table, which the boy scurried under. Bigsby followed close after, waddling as fast as he could as his arms began to protest to the load he was carrying. Bigsby arrived just in time, sliding their feast under the table with one final heave of breath, and rolled under, sitting cross-legged next to Logan.
Without another word, Bigsby dug in like his life depended on it. He started with the wings... The things he did to those wings. One can only hope Logan didn't watch too closely at what Bigsby did to the hot wings, for the cleaned bones that Bigsby left behind looked like a demon had been at them. Once he'd licked his fingers clean of wing sauce, he immediately turned to some of the potatoes, talking to Logan in between mouthfuls.
”You sure – mmmf – knows 'ow to pick out a good meal, Logan,” Bigsby began, beating on his chest to help the food along, ”'Dis is really sumfin--”
”Bigsby? Bigsby! Where are you?” A voice, somewhere distant, all too familiar to the blue-clad boy. Papa.
”Oh, fer--” Bigsby cried, quickly stuffing more food into his mouth while he had the chance. ”Well, 'dat sounds like it's it fer me, Logan. I've probably gots to go.” Bigsby sounded double upset at this development; not only did he have to leave Logan, he had to leave behind this beautiful pile of food!
”We'll meet again, eh, bucko?” Bigsby asked, smiling at his new companion. He began to crawl out from under the table; the voice of Papa was drawing closer.
”And 'ey: Don't look so grim, alright?”
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:51 pm
Logan ate until he was starving mildly less. However, shortly after making it through a bite of lamb, he began to notice how Bigsby was eating. It was ... revolting, to say the least. Logan's face contorted into a grimace, and Logan watched him looking faintly nauseous, his ears flattened against his head. "I...see that," Logan mentioned to mumble, before he had to shut his eyes.
That only made it worse, as deprived of his sense of sight, Logan was bombarded with the smell of spicy wings (or the remnants thereof), and the ... smacky sounds of Bigsby eating. Logan felt faint. It was the interruption of someone calling for Bigsby that saved him from throwing up under the table. "See you, Bigsby-- yeah, well, I'll try," he sort of promised, with a shrug.
Logan whimpered the second Bigsby was gone, and flopped down on his back. Later, Briar would discover him on the carpet, passed out and still faintly nauseous. He didn't look grim, at least, just kind of dead.
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