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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 19, 2008 22:02:52 GMT -5
((OOC: Well you can insert any character that you see fit to add in here, XD. It will be sorta hard on any male you toss in here though.)) Could you believe that she had found a wanted man that was attempting to hide out in the Yarrow Gardens. He was wanted for murder and conspiracy to commit more. So far his count was at ten murders and she was lucky enough to catch him out in the open. This Gulfan male was about to skin up another Yarrow. This got to her something fierce. Not only was it a Yarrow female that was the key of his fancy... this time it was a child! She didn't hesitate to charge down with not stealth and fought a glorious battle with the suspect. She didn't kill him, and he her. So it was a good day. When she had contacted the HQ, she helped transfer him to the larger more security here in the Capital city. The Gulfan beaver was as vile as he was else ugly. She thought all males where quite... she couldn't quite explain it... the male race really didn't tickle her fancy. When the transfer was done did she move to the Furgus's Bar and Pub. She had heard good reviews about the place and decided to make fun of all the drinkers. She didn't quite care for the vile substance at all... not even the plants that came from Madoriy Beach. She had never consumed or smoked anything that was harmful toward the body... her job was just bad enought... a Deputy Sheriff for the Yarrow Gardens was bad enough... and she had many scares to prove it. When she entered did she get the whiff of ale, and smoke. She walked over to the table with determined strides. When she crawled up into the chair did she wave to a waitress... well a waiter arrived first and she told him to get a female waitress... he glared at her and got a cute female mouse to serve her. She was polite and nice and didn't question her when she ordered a picture of water and a glass. She watched the entertainment and listened to the talk around her. Nothing really seemed to peak her entrest... nothing dangerous or interesting was happening today... |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 19, 2008 22:14:51 GMT -5
((....>.> -tempts fate-)) On this day, in the normally peaceful (besides the occasional brawl) bar, something sinister was happening. Tonight was the night Kristoff became beautiful. A hunch-backed feline sauntered into the place, rugged face completely caked with makeup - whiskers curled into appealing spirals, blush applied over the mangy fur of the cheeks, eyelashes slathered with the thickest mascara money could buy, and a long and luxourious wig placed atop it all. From beneath the thick tresses, the cat pursed... "her" lips at anyone who caught "her" eye, long and wicked fangs only adding to the horror of reality. "Kathleen", as "she" would be known for the night, paused as several patrons scurried out of their seats, making for the door with great speed. If everyone was so quick to leave, how would "she" ever find a drink? It was with a wide smile that "she" finally noticed the Yarrow fox that was sitting at the bar, ears perking beneath the wig. Surely, a gorgeous Yarrow woman like herself would have love for even the strangest-looking of all women, wouldn't she? The feline pulled "herself" up into the chair beside Inali, gravelly purr sounding from somewhere in "her" deep and masculine chest. " 'ello dere gorgeouf,[/b]" the feline trilled in a dreadful falsetto, batting eyelashes at the fox. " Finfe nona dese ovver cardf wanna play, will yew be buin' a pre'y fing like me a drink tonoigh?[/b]" Win them over with you charm, Kristoff, that was the way to do it. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 19, 2008 22:30:21 GMT -5
((Sorry it took me a second to get things rolling))
Inali had been having fun all the way up to this point. It was a blantent fact that she could tell that this "female" was trully a "Male"... and that erked her. Though she would play along... it was her day off and she didn't have any power here in the Capital... unlike she did in the Yarrow Gardens. There she could do things and hide bodies quite well... but she didn't know where to stuff a body in the city.
She gave a extravagant sigh, batting her natural non-colored eyelashes at the "female",
"I sure Would buy such a lovely card as yourself. Why would someone not get you one?" she said with a smile and waved the cute biped mouse waitress back over. She asked for another mug and she delivred.
With slowness that matched her gracfull inheritant fox movments did she pour the glass full of the "drink" that she had ordered previously. She made certain to arch her back when she reached over to pick it up in both her paws. The pouring of the glass was done as best as she could making the "drink" swirle so it would make bubles, mimicing a fuzzy drink.
"Here you go sweetness." she said as she moved to cup within reach of the "female". She hoped to get the reaction that she wanted. This one made the mistake of thinking that anyone who entred a pub was stupid or drunk. And she was nither, so she thought anyways.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 19, 2008 22:59:43 GMT -5
Things were certainly starting to look up, and the feline's grin only widened slightly. The fox had, as he'd hoped, accepted his company quite willingly, and was working on getting something for him to drink and perhaps even flirting a bit! The feline was on it tonight, to have fooled even a Yarrow so well! He giggled, keeping even his laughter in that ridiculous-sounding falsetto. "I hafen't de flightft idear,[/b]" he said with a tragic sigh, looking down at the bar and slowly tracing one nail across its surface. He knew, of course, but to let on would ruin the game. "Bu'... waf a girl to do? A'leaft I foun' fomeone like yew 'oo won' jufge me bafed offa my.. fyfikal difabilifies.[/b]"
He wrapped his tail around his feet, doing his best to look depressed. His hunch back didn't get in his way at all, but if he could get some kind of pity for it, he'd milk it for all it was worth. After all, pity meant he'd have a better chance at bagging someone as hot as the fox... Rowr.
Graciously, the feline accepted the drink, grinning slyly over the top of it at the attractive fox. She was a daring one, drinking vodka straight like that? Of course, to the feline it was no issue. "Can I ge' a name fer my grafiouf fuitor?[/b]" he purred, his grin becoming coy as he took a sip of the drink, bracing himself for the burn that was sure to come.
Of course, he then spit the beverage out all over the fox, snarling, feminine facade dropped completely. "Wot de FEK is dif?![/b]" he growled as he stared back into the mug, turning his horrified glance back up at the fox. "If dif if fekkin wa'er I'll fekkin fang yew, if I wanned wa'er I'd fekkin ge' it myfelf! Af no way to trea' a lady,[/b]" He calmed himself enough to slip back into his falsetto, but the rage was in no way gone from his face.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 20, 2008 0:13:08 GMT -5
((OOC: >...< Its hard to read what he said... and I can't seem to find his thread so I can add him to my Meeting SD's points... I get the gist of what he said... but it took me a few look overs, lol))
Inali was thinking privatly to herself... At least this male was attempting to be a female. So he coudln't be that bad... She gave a mental shrug and moved her foucus back to the situation at hand. She waited to watch him drink the drink, expecting it to be something quite diffrent than what it was. The look of surprise was one thing, but when he spat it all out... all over her beautiful coat... that was the last straw. She was going to be polite to him... but he did this... he could...
She was just angred, and quite furious.
"NOW, You didn't specify what You Wanted to Drink!" She said reacing over and plucking a towel from a walking waiter to whipe herself down. She didn't know where that effeminate card sitting near her had his mouth last... the thoughts ran her up the walls. She would have to get a bath as soon as possiable. But at least he didn't take a huge gulp, she would be drenched than.
But it didn't stop her furious glare, which she hopped that he felt as she immagined her glare borering through his head... but she wasn't that good... She gave a sigh and decided that she would attempt to ammend this... he seemed like he could get quite violent quickly, so she would have to work this situation.
"Your quite right though, mis" she said bringing her right forepaw to be placed on her brest. "Though do you belive that its nice to treat a lady by spitting over them?" she said again with puppy eyes that she could muster... this was more difficult than she expected... to do this... but she had been trained to act and pretend a good bit... it was part of her proffesion... Region Sheriff... errm... depudy....
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 20, 2008 14:14:17 GMT -5
Kristoff's ears were flush with the back of his head, and his brows were furrowed beneath the thick cakes of makeup he was wearing. With sickly yellow eyes glaring out from under his (slightly toussled) wig, the cat was the picture of rage and bad crossdressing, and it was completely up for debate what was more offensive or terrifying. One corner of the cat's mouth turned up into a snarl, but for now he'd let it drop. It was supposed to be his fun night, damnit, and if this fox was going to ruin it... he'd ruin her.
But for as long as she was willing to keep polite about it, he would do his best to keep his temper in check.
"Beg pardon, miff.[/b]" he muttered, a soft growl evident in his voice, a warning to the other woman that she should speak and act very carefully. Kristoff was not a nice man, nor did he have any qualms with leaving her dead in an alley somewhere. After all, he could just vanish into the marsh like he'd done so many times before. No one would find him there. "If a natural refponfe, fee? Yer efpekting one fing, and anovver fing en'f up in yer mouf... Very difconferting, I'm fure yew un'erfand. Yew never 'an tell when fomeone'f tryin'a take adfantife of yew.[/b]" he batted his eyelashes to get his point across. He had been delighted to see her squirm when he'd spit all over her. Tee hee.
"Now, I neffer did getcher name, miff.[/b]" he put on his most charming smile. See, look how sweet ol' Kristoff was.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 21, 2008 14:39:18 GMT -5
Something about him didn't quite seem right. One thing she felt the stairs of the people around her, looking at the pair... atleast she didn't live here and wouldn't be around for much longer. So she didn't care about those looks of displeasure and of the such.
She looked at him with curious yellow/gold eyes. With a curious glance to boot. "I'm Inali, resident of the Yarrow Gardens." and with a inward grimance, she dicided to play a bit. So she leaned over closer than what she wanted to be and asked softly, "And what would your precious name be?" she said softly as a lover would.
She leaned a bit back and waved over to a waiter. "You wouldn't mind some weak ale would you? I personaly hate alchahol in general... but I feel as if I should buy you a drink, something that wont make you not a Lady too fast." and if it did than she would just leave.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 21, 2008 23:18:50 GMT -5
Awwwww, she called him precious! The feline's fur fluffed up in a semblance of happiness, a great improvement from the snarling state he'd been in before. The way she was talking to him made him feel much better. She was back to being a very attractive flirt in his mind, having been demoted to "dumb bitch" status before. She just needed a little violence in her life to win her over. She wasn't the first, Kristoff could deal with that. "Pre'y name fera pre'y lady,[/b]" he said with a quiet and horrifying giggle, batting his artificially extended eyelashes dramatically.
"M'name?[/b]" the feline paused, drawing back and pursing his lips at the fox. "M'name'f not importan'... But finfe yer fuff a pre'y fing, I'll tell yew anywayf. I am Kafleen and itf a pleafure to meet yew, I affure yew.[/b]" Another giggle accompanied the words.
At the mention of something with a bit more kick, the cat's eyes lit up quite a bit and his grin grew wider and more real. Then the woman had realized the error of her ways - good! "If yer honeft wif me, I haff no troublef wif light ale.[/b]" he said in a good-natured tone. "I juf' don' like bein' lied to. I'm fure yew unerfand, righ'? Anyway, wot'f a pre'y girl like yew doin' in a fketfy place li' dis?[/b]"
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 22, 2008 1:45:14 GMT -5
Inali had a slight problem being called a pretty lady by the feline, yet it was good to feel that one that dressed like him would consider her pretty… though a bit weird. She didn’t really know what to do… would she just make up an excuse or… play along some more? That was the troubling though, where did she expect this to land in the future? Well she could figure that one out later, the biped mouse had returned to take the towel and her order.
Inali recognized her being there and said simply, “My good friend here would love to have some Light Ale, if you wouldn’t mind?” she asked politely while emphasizing on the friend in Kafleens’ benefit. Inali thought that she was being quite mean to the poor confused, violent, weird feline. Well she wasn’t now… but later she would be when she decided to end this… but something told her that he seemed to have a bit of a bad side to him, and that made her wonder why? Some people where not mean and violent as he was. It seemed to come from nowhere when she tricked him into the false vodka.
She handed the mouse her money for the drink and a small wink. She made sure that Kafleen could see it… she wondered if ‘she’ was the jealous type. If ‘she’ was than it would be interesting to see how this turned out. Though if he pulled a fast one on the mouse than she would have no choice than to blow her false cover and defend her.
“So would that do for you?” she asked with a completely innocent smile and tone. Attempting to completely dodge his last question.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 22, 2008 21:51:38 GMT -5
The feline chuckled and then coughed, remembering himself and quickly giggling in an effort to hide the much-deeper sound that had just come out of him. Right. He had to stay in character, especially around a Yarrow like this woman. They were dangerous, they were. It wasn't that he didn't like danger, but he was having a good time for now. Maybe closer to the end of the night he would try and spice things up, but he was getting free beer! No reason at all to spoil that.
Even if it was light beer. Yeouuuch.
The feline slumped back against his chair, eyes filled with curiosity as he watched the woman flirt. That could be fun... perhaps he could get both of them if he worked at it. Yellow eyes peered at the mouse from under his ratty wig and he pursed his painted lips at the cute little mouse in a blown-kiss, fluttering his eyelashes in a lovely sort of way. Fish in a barrel, it was. Fish in a barrel.
He turned his attention back to the fox, giving her an equally lovely grin that displayed a large number of his sharp and yellowed teeth. "Dat'll do juf' fine fer now, fwe'eart,[/b]" he purred in his most charming tone. "Bu' I wonner.. Why'd yew avoid me queftion? Yew ac' like I won' notife fomfink like dat. Giff poor ol' Kafleen a li'l more creditf dan dat, yeah? Mebbeh I didn' get a fpefial edukationf or anyfing, but I'm no' fupid.[/b]"
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