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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:13 pm
Cody had a bad habit of disregarding the rules, in this case, though it was an innocent enough offense. He'd not seen the sign listing out a few simple and practical rules- pets must be leashed and cleaned up after, no alcohol within a mile of the park, and lastly- no firearms. He had about a dozen empty soda cans lined up on a fence and a line drawn in the dirt about three yards away from it.
He still wasn't allowed to carry any normal guns or rifles, so he made due with a pellet gun that was surprisingly similar to the ones he'd seen on tv- with the exception of a large orange ring around the rim so he'd not be shot for holding such a thing in public.
"Alright, Tex." He narrowed his single eye on one of the cans, lifting the pellet gun up. Look along the sight...it should be easy.
Nearby, Cody's copper sat watching, swishing his tail through the dirt. The dragon found amusement in Cody's attempts. He'd been at similar stunts for nearly a month now. It was frustrating for the bull boy. His one ambition was to shoot a gun accurately in order to give him some kind of combat usefulness- he was a sore arm with a sword and no one dared to let him within a mile of a spear for good reasons... but he couldn't aim to save his life.
Cody once again demonstrated this sad fact by sending a barrage of bright green colored plastic pellets whizzing right by the cans without so much as dinging a single one.
"Tootin tarnation!" He grunted in frustration, glaring down to the gun.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:34 pm
Roule didn't like the park. Well, sure, he had liked it when he was 7, but at age 12 - swings and slides were not as amusing as they were before. But this fact had not stopped his mother from dropping him and the white dragon here - she had said they needed some 'fresh air'. Vince hadn't complained but looked rather bored with the whole situation while Roule was just... unsatisfied. You could get fresh air at the mall! And the mall was a heck of a lot nicer than the park.
The pale boy muttered darkly as he kicked a pebble on the path viciously. He was not an outside person... he didn't like sunlight. He was pale, for god's sakes! Sunshine made his skin a blotchy pink and nasty and he just wasn't a summer person in general. Give the weasel snow or rain and he'd go outside, no problem. Vince snorted, agreeing. As a drake that preferred the same temperament as his whiny host, snow was looking a great deal better than the flashing sparks of sunlight that poured in through the filter of leaves. Still, he didn't mind it as much as Roule, who took shelter under a large elm, glowering suspiciously as people passed.
A series of loud, sharp bangs caught the pair's attention - and a few other's, it seemed. Roule turned his head towards the sound, only to find a child that looked strangely familiar a good 8 feet away, shooting pellets at the fence. Vince shrugged, watching the pellets release without much precision. There was another dragon beside the boy who was making the noise - not that he could convey the information to the weasel, but the pale boy would probably figure it out.
Roule squinted, looking at the brown forms. Was that... wings? A dragon? Another d-corp, then?
The boy stood up and dusted himself, his red-and-white striped tshirt ruffled from sitting against bark. Should he go near? He didn't want to interrupt anything, especially since it looked like the other person had a firearm... Wait, didn't he see a sign for that?
When Roule got within earshot, he was trying to see if the bull child was still firing or preparing for another round.
"Oh," he said a little quietly to his white, "I think I've seen him before. I thought you couldn't bring weapons into the park, though."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:55 am
Cody didn't seem to notice Roulette there for the moment. He was busy loading in another bunch of bright yellow plastic pellets. Obviously frustrated, he continued to swear and grumble under his breath. There had to be a way around this, he wasn't disabled- he refused to think that way. Disabled meant you couldn't do anything, you needed something like a wheelchair or a fake arm or something. An eye was nothing... but at the same time everything.
He snorted, snapping the little pellet pistol shut and lifted his arm again, holding it straight as he could and looked right along the barrel. He fired off another three shots, one dinged the side of the can but otherwise nothing.
"DAMNIT!" He grunted, turning to huck the gun towards the ground. Tex was already looking over towards the pair that had arrived in the park. Cody slowly glanced up from the ground. He knew that kid... they'd been kidnapped together.
He sneered a bit as he bent to retrieve his pistol, sliding it back into one of the holders on his belt. "....what'cha lookin' at?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:04 pm
Roule blinked - yep, he knew this child, from when they had been kidnapped. Roule hadn't taken much notice of him, though. What was his name again? The weasel couldn't remember for the life of him... Though, when they had been captured by that crazy man... Roule could have sworn the bull child had both eyes then. Perhaps that was why the pellets didn't seem to want to hit any of the cans at all or why the bull boy seemed so angry.
"Uh - " he started, feeling a little awkward, " - I thought you couldn't bring firearms into the park?" The pale boy hoped he didn't sound too chiding, but found little else to say... He couldn't just introduce himself because they had met before. Perhaps not on the best grounds, after all.
Vince looked over the copper with slight interest, disgruntled by the strange tension that had lapsed over the area. Coppers were alright but a little too happy for him, as far as he was concerned.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:43 am
Great, another law-abiding citizen. Cody snorted around his nose ring and looked over his gun, pulling a few of the blades of grass free from it. He'd thrown it harder than he thought. "It's none of yer business. No one's around so there's no one tah hurt or nothin'." At least there wasn't until the weasel kid and his dragon showed up.
Once the little pellet pistol was free of the dirt it had collected, Cody returned it to the holder at his side, snapping the button shut so it wouldn't go tumbling out. That wouldn't be fun. "I know you." He smirked a bit, glancing up as he walked over towards the cans he'd lined up. "Yew were that yellah-bellied little weasel kid that god kidnapped with me. Got'cherself a dragon too."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:58 pm
Roule looked a little miffed by Cody's cool tone and pursed his lips in blatant annoyance. "I was just watching... that's not hurting you either." He watched the bull proceed towards his can-targets.
"And I'm not yellow bellied either! I'm going to become strong and fast and I'll be able to help on missions and train Vince."
The weasel squawked indignantly, face turning a pleasant shade of pink.
He never did like those thug types - Vince was only alright because he was a dragon. And dragons were always acceptable. But regular thugs that had an attitude problem like Cody or Zen or various other people he met... he didn't like them. Usually. Roule found he always seemed like some sort of jealous housewife when he talked to them though, 'cause they always rubbed him the wrong way.
"And yes, of course I have a dragon. We all get dragons some time or another, after all. What's your's name?" The paler boy attempted to make some pleasant conversation, determined to be civil. He wouldn't let some disruption happen in the park where he was supposed to be perfectly behaved - it was a public place, and he wasn't a barbarian.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:49 pm
Cody smirked a bit, lifting his hat up off his head and tipping it a bit. "Name's Cody. An' this is Tex." He nodded back to his dragon. Tex grinned lazily and lifted a claw. "An yer tryin' tah be strong. Shoot boy, that's my job." He laughed, stomping his way over to Roulette, spinning one of his pellet pistols around a finger. "Ya got a while tah go still."
He slowly walked around Roulette, kind of looking him over, "Scrawney. I've seen more meat on them roasted chicken in a bucket. Gotta man up first boy." he reached over and gave Roulette a hearty- perhaps too hearty -thump to his back, "Ya jus' so happened tah come to the right guy. Now drop an' give me twenty!" He booomed, pointing sharply down to the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:25 am
Roule turned pink, looking livid. Vince was laughing internally at his host's indignant aura, a rare smile crossing his features. He liked the other boy. The bull. That was a boy, not this stuck-in-the-middle weasel that was constantly gender confused. He raised his tail and whacked the pale boy on the shins - although it wouldn't bruise, stung immediately.
The pale boy yelped as Cody thumped him, pride wounded considerably. "Push-ups? Absolutely not. My clothes are very - " He screeched with ire before Vince promptly got off his claws, rose before sinking the full force of his weight on the boy's back. Roule toppled but stopped himself on his knees and arms.
Vince snorted, obviously pleased with himself. Muscle would do the child good.
With a glare at both parties, Roule started to do pushups. The first three or so were alright, but he felt his arms starting to give in after five... damnit, five? That was... pathetic.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:07 am
Cody outright laughed as the dragon sent Roulette down to his belly. "Now see, yer dragon knows what's best fer ya. Lookit'cha kid- yer a limp noodle if I'd ever laid eyes on one. Well eye now." He snorted around his nosering, "Ya know what we're made fer? We're soldiers. We gots dragons tah learn tah fight with 'em. If yer a limp noodle ye'll get picked off quick. See this eyepatch?" He leaned down, lifting it up so the kid could see the badly scarred- and empty -eyesocket. "I'm tougher than three of ya and I still got beat up good. Me an' th' boys."
He kind of put a hoof on Roulette's back, giving some pressure to his push-ups. "You wanna survive, ya gotta man up and build up."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 1:51 pm
Roule's eyes widened at the empty socket; it was grisly and dark and rather gross looking. He inhaled and glared feebly at Cody (trying not to look shocked) as he did another push-up, knowing the process of sweating went against his every natural instinct.
"I-I am," he panted and glanced down at the ground to avoid looking at the other child, his dragon or Vince, "slender, ok?" This was his reasoning for his frame, although not helped by Ma who agreed with him. She never got him to do much exercise, though he ate less than a normal child and consequently, was thin as a stick.
After another two, Roule finally collapsed to the ground, dirtying his t-shirt and probably doing the same to his jeans. He shockingly, didn't care very much at this point. The weasel fervently tried not to think about the large hoof-sized mark that was most likely on the back of his clothing - he could pass it off as some sort of decal, providing Cody's hooves were somewhat aesthetically pleasing.
"You don't look any older than me," grunted the pale boy from the ground, making no attempts to get up whatsoever. "And I'm nowhere near being a man. What makes you one, besides losing an eye?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:34 pm
"It's all in year attitidude. We're 'round the same age I reckon." He tipped the lip of his hat back with a thumb, "But yer still suckin offa year mom's tit far as I'm concerned. Remember when we was stuck in that room? You did a mighty fine job of collectin' dust. Ya get'cher self intah trouble ya best know how tah get'cherself out or know th' right people."
He reached a hand down, quirking a brow, "Thas' all ya got wind for then, noodle? Best keep tryin' every day. Get some muscle on them arts or yer dragon's gonna be usin' ya as dentil floss one o' these days."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:55 pm
"I am not!" replied the weasel hotly and got up, dusting himself off and looking angry. "I wasn't scared of that crazy guy in the room anyhow, and I wasn't stupid enough to try to bash the wall down either." He scowled and straightened the shirt and turned slightly red in embarassement. He didn't even know Cody very well and had almost assaulted him verbally. It wasn't his fault though; there was just something about the kid that rubbed him the wrong way.
Maybe it was because they were polar opposites. The weasel frowned and tucked his bangs behind his ears in exasperation. Cody was thickset and stocky while Roule was sometimes mistaken for a girl. Not that he was surprised or anything, but still. They were very different.
Vince nodded in agreement - the bull child spoke correct. He couldn't pressure his host to do any exercise or to train however, and simply resolved to simper in a bad mood until Roule got the idea.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:29 pm
"Better try an' fight 'em back than sit there an' let 'em do what they want to yah." He chuckled, stepping back away from the weasel. "We coulda been like...tested on or worse. I watch th' tv. You see th' news? Kids younger'n us go missin' all th' time. They turn up all sorts of messed up. They get raped, they get all mutilated n' stuff, tested on, ripped 'part."
He threw his arms up. "Better go out kickin' 'n screamin' than sittin' on yer thumbs."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 2:29 pm
Roule frowned, "Like I said, if you're stupid you don't get caught in those situations. Besides, that guy wasn't going to hurt us anyways.. he was weird. Crazy, I might say, but harmless." The boy paused for a second and cocked his head. "Aren't we already tested on? I mean, D-corp.. we're not exactly normal, perse. I'm a human weasel and you're part bull and we have dragons. Doesn't qualify as normal in my books."
But then again, the Gaia population were not normal. It was the reason he rarely went outside; the people were strange and often extravagantly clothed and sometimes very strange looking. He could almost be normal next to them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:54 am
(( Gah! I'm sorry hon I could have sworn I'd posted back. C_x Must have forgot to hit 'submit'. ))
Cody rolled his eye, giving a long huff, "Well we didn't 'zactally know he wasn't gonna be puttin' some hurt on us now, did we? Can't go 'round assumin' dat every weirdo dat grabs ya an' shoves ya into a lil' room's gonna be some weird but harmless nutcase right?"
He clopped himself forward again, pushing a finger right into the thinner boy's chest, perhaps even enough to hurt a bit. "Yeah, we ain't normal...but dat didn't stop no one from attackin' dis place. Alan got all kindsa messed up. Keanu? 'e ain't normal an' 'e ain't weak...but he got messed up good. So'd I. Paxton...he's kinda like you. Kinda..." He motioned to the boy, "...limp noodle. An' 'e was out in some kinda braindead thing fer at least a week. Least th' week I was conscious."
The bull boy fixed his hat, turning himself around and walking casually back to the monkey bars. He had some more pull-ups to do. "Ya gotta watch'r back, kiddo. Ya'd be an easy target."
Tex only watched the exchange, grunting over towards Cody. He was sometimes a bit more...crude than he had to be. Maybe a bit meaner about it than was completely nessicary as well.
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