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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 3:59 pm
(( Lance at 50% - Oh crap.. DX I forgot to mule hop. MY BAD. next post will be mule only. ))
Unbeknownst to the bison-man, his front door had not shut all the way upon his return from his salty swim.
An awful sound, akin to the howl of a cat being beaten with a hefty stick, drifted from the bottom floor of the uniform duplexes. It scratched it's way out from beneath the bathroom door and scraped against the walls that seperated it from the neighboring apartments.
Lance tossed back his head of long, blonde hair and unleashed another unearthly wail that was, in his opinion, just as good as anything Steven Tyler or Jimmie Rodgers could do. It was only when he bent forward to wrap the towel around his bleached locks that he paused- and then the yodeling lament continued as soon as his back was straight.
The bathroom door swung open smoothly on it's hinges, followed by a cloud of hot steam. When he was clothed (at least from the waist down), the harsh wheeze of a hairdryer did not do much to drown out the background music Lance made to better the chore of drying the mass of fur on his chest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:56 pm
((Anthony 25% fer now, I suppose 83' ))
An unkempt man walked by some duplexes, his own not far by. He looked tired, a little grumpy, and ,as always, distracted as his shoeless, hoof-like feet made a rythmic beat against the ground.
His thick, slightly deformed-looking hands were tugging at a loose tie around his neck as his eyes darted from various points.
...And suddenly his attention shot out towards a duplex in front of him. The door was open- lights could be seen casting a dancing shadow out into the world. But it was not the sight that caught him so- no, it was the noise.
He paused there, his brown eyes darted all around, his grip tightened on the tie, His heart raced a little. His expression was confused as he took in all the new information, trying to consider it all. His jumbled thoughts tumbled over one another- drifted and darted until, in a confused state, he was sure of one thing:
that thing was definately dying.
He quickly set into action, a little adrenaline helped speed his passage to the Bison's door.
"Hello??" he called, his voice echoed as he reached the duplex. He stopped his completely awkward sprint only by grabbing on to the door frame and bracing himself. "Is everything.....?!"
A pause, an extremely awkward pause.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:09 pm
(Tristan at 50%)
Wandering back from the cafeteria, Tristan noticed someone carrying around what looked to be a working radio. Curious, he watched as the figure, whom he had now realized was Anthony suddenly ran up to one of the duplexes and barge in. Oh? Anthony's all worked up over something? This could be rather amusing he thought to himself as he hurried his own pace to get a look at what might happen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:18 pm
Lance shrieked.
That is, after the first few moments it took him to drop his hairdryer and cover his chest- somehow having momentarily forgotten that he was male, covered in fur, and didn't need to hide anything but his striped underwear.
The situation, while not nearly comical enough, was enhanced by the particular fact that Lance's scream was rather iffeminate, and the hairdryer had fallen beneath his stumbling feet.
It was all happening so fast!
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:20 pm
Marshall was enjoying the calm, quiet day. Wearing his orange vest and shorts, he akwardly drank a glass of lemonade, leaning on the railing outside his duplex. A slight breeze was blowing and he had planned on a relaxing day of absolutely nothing. Which should not be confused with his stressful days of doing absolutely nothing.
That was, until he heard a dying scream from his neighbouring duplex. Dropping his lemonade on the ground below him, he raced down the stairs, eyes bugging and a dust trail behind him.
"EVERY THING OKAY?!" he yelled as the front door came into sight, along with a very embarassed looking but unfamiliar man. The sounds of the dying animal, however, had faded.
In its place was a rather furry blonde man looking even more than the other man, standing in his boxers.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:33 pm
Anthony's face flushed for those first few, quick moments. His body was tense- his hands, usually so active, were merely arched, stiff. His expression was almost goofy- with one thick eyebrow raised so high it seemed cartoonish, and a wide, gaping jaw to complete the Tex Avery expression. It was shocked, confused, lost, and awkward all in one.
And then he- she- it?- Shrieked, and as if given some command, Anthony isntinctevly covered his eyes, straightened his stance, and turned his stiff back from the duplex with burning ears and cheeks.
He was still unsure what he had seen- the fur and the stance he had caught it in- not noticing the tiny budding horns or Bison-like features in his shock, plus the shriek...- it made it all a little unclear. A disgusting gorilla woman, perhaps? He bit his lip.
"I apologize, but close the door next time, miiii...ssss..." he hadn't meant to refer to its sex, still unsure what gender it was meant to be now, and so he tripped over the word and scoffed, continued, "please! Common courtesy, civility- politeness, y'know???" He spoke clearly enough despite the awkwardness of his own form, personality, and situation- at least his voice had some form of bearing. He seemed to be gaining some cool lost during the utter adrenaline-shock, though his back remained to the door frame, with his hand still shamefully over his eyes.
Anthony did not bother to acknowledge Marshall's, presence at the moment- though he heard the man speak as well.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:42 pm
Tristan had just barely managed to get a look through the door when he heard the shriek. Wincing from the pitch, he saw what looked to be Lance.....standing in his doorway in his underwear.
Highly amused by all this, he looked for somewhere to get a better view, no point barging in on those two quite yet, especially since it looked like Anthony had yet to even realize what it was he had seen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:51 pm
The bison man advanced with hand extended to close his door. "What da hell're you DOIN' standin' in my door and watchin' me, boy?!"
And down Lance tumbled onto his bottom, onto the carpet, the rogue hairdryer pivoting across the floor and towards the gaping entryway. A string of curses, enough to make a sailor cringe, exploded from the man, his back arching and his fingers tenting, clawing at the air in the agony of his bad knee.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:59 pm
Jonathan 25%. (Soury, Not references xP)
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Jonathan return to his Duplex after a walking around the Island, this was a boring day and nothing interesting had happened to him, before enter to the village area he sighs with fatigue, more by boredom than dream, he only wants take a rest in his room, and who knows its, if nothing happens in that time, maybe he will take another walk around the island.
He doesn't need to wait long time before some whispers take his attention, this whispers come from the duplex area and increased every time that he approximate to it. "At least, something interesting" He trough with emotion, meanwhile he approached. The whispers come from A crowd outside a Duplex, but Jonathan don't recognize anybody from it, so he don't approached witn imprudence, when he reach a considerable distance he ask to the Air with a Loud voice try to get someone attention, "Hey boys! Whats Happens here?, Some problems?", he continuos aproaching, don't worry if he get an Answer or No.
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