The Trashing of a Trashcan [Closed]

[Greenie]

It wasn't often that most people saw a bright purple poodle prancing around the streets singing. If these lucky townspeople hadn't before, today was their lucky day, because Casey had decided it was time to go prowling and guarding, amongst other vigilant activities.

It was never a safe day on the streets when Casey went out on his own.

Regardless, the canine was rounding the corner of the park when he suddenly burst into loud, boisterous singing, still prancing. The poodle twirled in circles, stood on his hind legs and even jumped a few times in his excitement to be himself, so much that in his excitement he failed to notice a lonely trashcan, and bumped into it.

Immediately he froze where he was, his eyes slowly moving to bring it into view. Suddenly he backed up a few paces, his haunches risen, and his muscles tensed into what could be nothing but the deadly pounce! Strangely enough Casey didn't pounce immediately but stayed in his odd (and uncomfortable-looking) position for nearly five minutes. The only movement was the trashcan moving slightly in the wind occasionally, and the twitch of the poodle's tail.

Once the trashcan had twitched no more (no less!) than five times, Casey finally pounced. He knocked the can to it's side and sent it skittering a few feet, trash flying everywhere. The can had a nice dent in it's side from where it had impacted with the ground, and Casey was.. moving to the side, ready to pounce again. This time, however, the poodle had begun singing once more.

[Kari Muffin]

( OOC: <3 Mind if I step in? )

Peaches raised an eyebrow as she watched whatever was folding out in front of her. Was the man on drugs or something else entirely? His actions were a little special even for the feline. She may have been out of her head but she wasn't like that.

She was curious though. Who could blame her? It wasn't very often that people randomly attacked trash cans and sang about it. People, for some reason or another, found this completely normal. That or they had just taken to ignoring it. It didn't stop her from walking over to the canine to inspect what he was doing.

He was indeed singing and denting up a trashcan.

"You know. I can't imagine the trashcan appreciates your sentiments. What did it do to deserve a beating anyway?" She titled her head and pined her ears back. Weren't people from his region usually "sane" to a degree more than this?

[Greenie]

The canine paid absolutely no attention to the world around him, which included the bound feline approaching him. He waited a few more minutes before pouncing once more, and this time he dented the can so far in that it would be hard to get anything in or out of it--but this also brought him to sit directly in front of Peaches, on top of the can. Casey still failed to notice her until she spoke, and when he did, he stared at her blankly for a few minutes before looking at her suspiciously.

"What did it do? WHAT DID IT DO? This is a trashcan of evil, young lady, and it needed to be eradicated of it's evil! It was possesed by Rabbits! Being controlled by demons! It was necessary for the safety of all that I destroyed it, don't you see?!"

After making his (very) loud statement to Peaches he began singing once more, though the song took on a more victorious note as he pranced around the trashcan, still glaring at it periodically.

[Kari Muffin]

Peaches wanted to find words to describe how utterly shocked she was, but she failed. She settled for staring at the canine and shaking her head. He wouldn't notice that, though, he was in his own little world.

"Hate to try and foil your logic, sir, but I don't think a trashcan could do anything to harm you," Peaches said in a deadpan tone. She would have used her hands to explain her exasperation but they were very comfortably bound in her straight jacket.

"But I think you're more off your head than anyone I've had the pleasure of meeting," Peaches muttered as she rolled her eyes. There were different sorts of crazy, and this was just a sort of crazy that she shouldn't have bothered. It was a bit late for that now, she had already engaged him in some sort of conversation, even if it was one sided.

[Greenie]

[[ Sorries!]]

After a short length of time passed with no visible or audible response from the bound feline, Casey completely forgot her presence. He was like a T-rex in some respects; if you didn't move and made no noise, he couldn't see you, and would wander off to do something else until you caught his attention once more, and it would just start all over again.

The canine was forced to stop prancing and glaring, because his song had hit the loudest point. He plopped his bottom on the ground and raised a paw to his chest to let out an opera-like bellow that was almost in tune, but had a very nice vibrato to it. So when Peaches spoke abruptly (to him, at least) he dropped his paw and stopped his song mid-verse in order to blink at her.

"Ah, fair maiden, who might you be?" To someone watching their conversation this might seem ordinary, for him to request her name, but in truth Casey was requesting more than that--who was she and what did she want from him? The Miir boy completely ignored her question (or simply forgot what she asked, it was hard to tell) in favor of raising an eyebrow at her somewhat lewdly and eyeing her bindings like they were something to take off, not something to restrict.

Her second comment went over his head just as quickly, as he had absolutely no idea why she would call him crazy--he'd just been sitting here, minding his own business and singing, and that was hardly insane. Plenty of people sang for enjoyment. Humph.

[Kari Muffin]

Peaches went wide-eyed for a moment. Why the hell was he giving her a look like that? She didn't mind the asking of her name, but she minded that rather degrading look that the canine was giving her. It reminder her of another idiotic man she had made sure of only to watch from afar.

But even he wasn't this brand of stupid. If you could even call it stupid.

"My name is Peaches," She tried her hardest to say nicely and cordially. "Though it would nice to get the name of such an interesting gentleman such as yourself. It is always rude to make the Lady go first in a conversation."

Peaches was just readying herself to bolt when the going got too weird for her. Her tail was already twitching uncontrollably in annoyance. She had never been so instantly repelled from someone. Well, she had, but this was a whole new level of annoying as far as she was concerned. She just hoped he got a little more interesting.

[Greenie]

"Ah, fair Peaches!" He replied loudly, and then stood on his hind legs to give her a brief bow, as best as he was able. To him, it was grand, formal, and dashing--in reality it was quite awkward, as his body was not yet made for bowing, but Casey certainly didn't know that.

"And I? I! I am the saver of innocent souls, the rescuer of the ruined, finder of the forfeited, defender of the disoriented, guardian of those that have gone, hero of the helpless! I am!," He paused in what was essentially a speech (that had gotten progressively louder once more) in order to suddenly leap onto the trashcan again and raise his fist once more to his chest in pride, "The protector of the perished! The one! The only! The vigilant!"

The canine stopped once more, only to deflate. "Casey. Mymumhatedme." The last came out in a mutter, as he was clearly embarrassed to have such a weak name for such a large cause.

[Kari Muffin]

Peaches ears pressed against her skull as his speech grew louder. It was harder and for her to like this man as he went on the rant. Not to mention using her name in such a way. Just... this man was so strange. Was that even the proper word anymore? Had they invented the proper word.

Though his spectacular finally did leave her in stitches. She started laughing, and absolutely could not stop laughing. It was very difficult to breathe and laugh when in a straight jacket that was bound so tightly, but she did it anyway. It was too difficult not to.

Every time she tried to talk she just fell into another fit of giggles and a few well place snorts. People were starting to stare, but honestly, the cat could careless. This was too funny of a joke to pass up.

Casey the Vigilant was obviously full of hot air. Among other things.

[Greenie]

Casey stared at the obviously amused feline, completely bewildered. What was she laughing at? His name was NOT that funny. Casey was a perfectly respectable name, just not one suited to such heroic acts, that was all! Had he been not fated to become Casey the Vigilant, he wouldn't have minded at all, and would have happily pranced about his life sporting the name.

After a few minutes and she was still rolling around, the poodle decided an intervention was really needed. "Stoppit!" He hissed at her. "Stop laughing this instant, you!"

By this time he'd forgotten his name, so couldn't directly attract her attention, but 'you' tended to work for everyone.. and anyways, she was the only one rolling around laughing. Did she realise how much attention she was attracting? Really, it must be highly embarrassing to be the one sticking out in a crowd like that..

[Kari Muffin]

She snorted and choked a bit before stopping enough to reply to the dog. "You can't tell me what to do, Mister Casey. I have free will of my own and I think you're quite funny."

Actually she thought he was down right hysterical. She was having a hell of a time trying not to cry as she stood their choking back a bit of the laughter to try and get a straight face. It was a very unsuccessful exercise. People were staring, but she could careless. It wasn't as if they were anyone important. Not like that would have changed the situation.

"Your name fits you perfectly," she choked back a snicker. Finally able to manage her words. "And my name isn't "you." I just told you what it was, you should be able to use it." Unless he had the memory of a goldfish, which she highly doubted.