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Post by Cassie on Jul 14, 2009 13:05:09 GMT -5
[/i]. Palmer hardly ever managed to glean a victory, and on the rare exceptions he did... It was very annoying! She paused to stare at him for a moment, her hand still on the phone as she debated whether or not to actually make the call. She glared at Palmer for a few more seconds, eyes flicking to the Skitty still just out of reach. Damn his tall-ness. "Sugarplum, catch!" She hurled the phone over her shoulder, where Domino stretched out a hand and seized the object instinctively, though she wasn't entirely sure why. It all became clear in a matter or moments. Dahlia allowed herself a grin, a grin she knew from experience made Palmer feel slightly nervous... "You asked for this! Give me my Skitty!!"Dahlia launched herself across the short space. She was fast, and it was all to easy to hurl herself against Palmer. One arm went around his neck, grabbing the back of his coat for extra grip, her legs were wrapped around his waist and the other hand was grabbing at the Skitty. She was going to get that plushie dammit, and she only had to hope that Palmer would keep his footing or else they were both hitting the ground. At least she'd be on top? Domino rolled her eyes as she watched Dahlia make a scene, but making a scene was what Dahlia did best after all. Smirking, she slid the phone into her pocket and then walked over to the shooting range, tipping a wink at the stall keeper. She didn't ask for another round with the rifle, she wasn't bothered about getting a collection of Pokedolls. Instead, she lifted her tiny frame on to the counter, her legs swingingly idly, a smirk on her face. She glanced towards Thorton, who was leaning nonchalantly against the side of the stall and flashed him a grin before she turned to the side and picked up a Horsea plushie from the rather impressive collection. "Wow. These plushie's are so cute! You going to decorate the gym with them?"She laughed, squeezing the Horsea to her chest with a mocking grin. ooc: OJSGSK I'M SORRY? <3 [/ul]
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Post by Fidge on Jul 14, 2009 14:11:33 GMT -5
[/color]Lt. Surge said, his eyebrows pulling together in annoyance as the teen behind the booth handed the newcomer with a shooting rifle. "Let other people go first-- sir. Don't get so impatient," the kiosk boy said and stepped off to the side to let Thorton shoot. Robert crossed his arms over his broad chest and straightened his posture, 'Heh, this outta be good.'[/i] Cerulean eyes watched Thorton shoot away, his right eyebrow arching upwards as a small sign of amusement. That guy didn't look like he'd be the shooting type. And he got awarded a more masculine looking plushie. That was frustrating-- for one reason or another. Surge snapped a glare in the booth kid's direction as his upper lip twitched in a very subtle scowl. The former lieutenant cracked his knuckles and briskly shifted his way in front of the booth, demanding another rifle. He glanced over his shoulder at Thorton, "Where'd a punk like you learn to shoot like that..?" Lt. Surge asked as the pellet gun was taken from his grasp. The stupid kid forgot to reload it, so he did so, without a word. Robert glanced over at Thorton again as he awaited a response, and was given the rifle back, filled up with little pellets. Surge merely made a grunt of acknowledgment to the kid-- he was really starting to annoy him, and shifted his eyes from Thorton to the targets, all the while wondering what the heck was up with Thorton's hair. Seriously. What. Surge squeezed an eye shut as he lifted the rifle, pure concentration flooding through his head and taking over his being. He would get one of those lunchboxes-- he had to. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it, but Surge thrived on challenge and goals. It was something for him to absorb. His deep thought was shattered when a somewhat familiar, feminine voice. 'Dammit, woman. Seriously. What the hell.'[/i] Had Surge been in a better mood and not in focus, Domino probably would of gotten a more cheery response. Well, maybe. He didn't know her that well-- but she was kinda cute. Surge lowered the rifle abruptly-- even with a slight rolling of the eyes immaturely. His gaze fell upon Domino, a fellow Rocket admin, whom he had worked along side once-- maybe twice. He couldn't remember-- nor did he really choose to care. At her little remark, Surge lifted an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders as the rifle rose to his face again. Surge tried to resume where he left off before he was interrupted, "Dunno, shortcake," Surge began as he readied himself to fire, "thought about havin' target practice with'm-- unless this guy over here wants them," Surge said, motioning with his head in Thorton's direction. "What ya say? I know you're really wanting this sissy Luvdisc plushie right here," Robert said to Thorton as he put his finger on the trigger. BANG! BANG! BANG![/ul]
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Post by moddy! on Jul 14, 2009 17:51:49 GMT -5
[/i]. People had learned to get used to it though, apparently, because otherwise they might not have still been hanging out with him at this moment. Well, not that he really hung out with anyone that often, anyways, but.. That didn't matter, because Moddy needed something to ramble about, thus this is the result. Why Dahlia continuously called the girl a 'Sugarplum', he did not know. Wasn't that from a board game or something..? Or something you ate..? Well, he was sure that plums weren't sugary at all, in his opinion, so.. Baaah, whatever. It was useless to try and make sense out of Dahlia's words and actions. Then again, someone could say the same for him, though. Not that they would. No, because he was Palmer and no one would say something like that to him, would th- ..bull shit. She did not use that.. that.. look. W-when did she start catching on about that? 'That' being the fact that that grin obviously frightened him. W-wait, no, not frightened. No, that was a slow word. Maybe 'scared' or 'made him nervous' would work better. Yeah.. Anyways, she sure wasn't waiting for him to say anything before she acted. " You asked for this! Give me my Skitty!!" " W-what the fuck, D-dahli-" As said before, Palmer had great timing. So, of course, he lost his balance at the very moment that Dahlia had launched herself at him and she had to latch herself onto him, too, that way he couldn't remove her from him while holding a plush in his hands. At least, not without her grabbing the plush from him in the process, that is. The speed she had preformed this action in had surprised him, but he had no time for that! All that mattered now was that he was falling and there was basically nothing he could do about it. Dammit. Instinctively, he flailed a bit, allowing the Skitty plush to come into an area where Dahlia could reach it quite a few times, but, eventually, he just fell backwards after a few moments of stumbling. O-okay, now Dahlia was on top of him or something. He did not really know nor care at this very moment. His head hurt like.. hell and it was surprising that he hadn't been hurt too bad. B-but.. fuuuuuuuck. That had to be the worst headache ever. " Fuck you, Dahlia. Seriously.. Y-you're slow.. G-get offa m-" Okay, now that he opened his eyes again, he could see quite a few people staring at the commotion. Dammit, Dahlia. Way to go and attract attention. Soon, noticing that he and the Spanish woman were still in the same position, he found himself.. blushing? ..blushing?! W-what the hell..?! Tower Tycoons did nooooooot blush at all! N-no.. Sonuvabetchhehatedthatwomansomuchrightnow. He ended up pulling the plush over his face in an attempt to hide the redness and probably would be glaring at Dahlia right now if it wasn't for the stuffed thing. " D-dahlia, get off of me in approximately ten seconds or I will fin- Wait, wait, no. Fire you." The words were hard to make audible through the plush, but he managed and, if the Skitty plush wasn't over his face right now, he'd probably be yelling at her very loudly right now. And then the countdown began~ " Ten.. Nine.. Eight..!" [/ul] t-the fail of this post is almost overwhelming~
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Post by breloom on Jul 24, 2009 8:30:25 GMT -5
Thorton spectated silently as the man with the modestly-sized hairspikes protested his invulnerability from the common rules of the game. This attempt failed spectacularly, and Thorton could hear him snort in disbelief that the short kid with the strange hair (which he was probably contemplating) could actually shoot anything properly.
Nice try, pal.
As Thorton made his way over to the side of the booth as previously scheduled, the man in green inched closer to him until he was almost looming over Thorton's shoulder. His response was expected. "Where'd a punk like you learn to shoot like that...?"
Thorton smiled. "I have my methods. And based on the nature of this game about fifty percent of that was just luck, anyway." With that, he continued to the previously scheduled spot and played mindlessly with the Poliwhirl, unintentionally rubbing it in Lt. Surge's face. The rifle was returned to Lt. Surge at that moment, and Thorton was ignored in favor of blasting more stuff to smithereens (or at least the ground). Thorton was just fine with this, and allowed Surge's life to go on as scheduled. Unfortuately, this schedule included someone with some strange previous experiences.
"Dunno, shortcake," he said to... Dahlia's rag doll, Thorton thought as he turned to watch. Wonderful. "'Thought about having target practice with'm - unless this guy over here wants 'em."
It didn't take too much detective work to guess who Surge was referring to, made even easier from the nod in Thorty's direction.
"Whaddya say? I know you really want this sissy little Luvdisc plushie over here."
Thorton looked over at Lt. Surge, waited politely for him to finish the shooting round, and then walked over to the man's side. Glancing at the pile of plushies he had accumulated, Thorton found within it what he was looking for and snorted in dark amusement. Grabbing the Luvdisc from Mt. Fluffytoy, he put his Poliwhirl on the counter next to the enormous mountain, tossed the Luvdisc around for a while, and then aimed an overhand throw to Lt. Surge's head.
Luvdisc flew.
"What, are you envious of me or something?" Thorty looks like he's getting kinda fed up. =O
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