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Post by King Gator on May 8, 2003 7:38:11 GMT -5
OOC: Killer suggested I start a thred so here goes. bic; King Gator as he is called, is trying to sun himself on a bottlecap on the swampy edge of the bayou. quite close to Carface's casino. it's early but the casino nitelife never seems to end. his tiny little gator ears perk up (remember he's been shrunk). He tired. it was a long nite after he was shrunk because he had to outwit all the turltes and snakes who thought he would make a tasty snak. But the music coming from the casino stirs his soul. :-*Ah, I am a cajun gator!!! :-*He begins to tap his tiny shrunken gator feet. :-*GO FEETS GO!!!  :-*Oh, I cannot resist. I'm going to the casino and have fun and then eat me a big fat ugly dog with a mushed in face. |
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Post by Killer on May 8, 2003 22:40:54 GMT -5
OOC- ROTFL!  BIC- Inside the casino, Killer is trying hard to forget about the past misadventure as he plays bartender for the afternoon, catering to slap-happy mutts trying to drown their sorrows as they lose their bets time and time again. He grumbles bitterly under his breath as yet another drunken mongrel topples off his stool, out cold. Just another mess to clean up."'Nother tripping hazard in section A-5," he addresses the "maintenance crew" over the intercom, speaking of the collapsed dog sprawled on the floor, "I repeat: another tripping hazard in section A-5." |
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Post by King Gator on May 9, 2003 7:26:36 GMT -5
By the time he gets to the casino, Gator is puffing he's so tired. His little tiny shrunken legs can't cover much ground and its gone from mornig to aftrnoon. Seeing a longhaired mutt going into the bar, he decides to hitch a ride and climbs up the dogs leg until hes sitting between his ears. Ahhhh. This is the life. begins to feel liteheaded just from the fumes of the booze. Spots a flea on the dogs head. "Hey get out of here. this is my place now." Boots the flea in the butt and watches him sail over onto the dog with glasses fur. |
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Post by Killer on May 10, 2003 0:08:06 GMT -5
Killer is in the middle of drying a freshly washed glass when the airborne flea lands in his fur. Almost immediately, he drops the glass, causing it to shatter as it meets the floor, and he falls into frantic scratching fits. He's been through this once before and he didn't like it then and he doesn't like it now. Severely sensative to fleas, he can't stay still.
"Oh-ho no! Get off! Get off!" he howls pathetically, helplessly digging at his collar with a back foot, "Why d'you stupid lil' pests always gotta bite under the collar where I can't scratch you're bug butts off?!"
The by-standing dogs are laughing now, but they won't be for long. When Killer gets fleas, it becomes a Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde episode. He can become quite irritable and even aggressive if it comes down to it.
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 12, 2003 5:02:32 GMT -5
"Man," Ruby smirks as she enters, "I didn't know you were so good at the polka. Or is that a jitterbug? Or maybe some crazy dance you just made up." She walks past, swatting him with her tail.
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Post by Killer on May 12, 2003 22:00:42 GMT -5
In no mood for anyone's cruel jokes and teasing tonight, Killer takes advantage of Ruby's action and manages to grab her tail and give it a quick yank, maintaining a firm grip.
"Don't toy with me, Ruby," he growls through clenched teeth as he resists the urge to scratch so he can hang on to her tail, "I'm warnin' you."
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 15, 2003 4:24:13 GMT -5
Ruby pulls her tail away with a smirk. "Well, well. You do have a backbone. Who would've thought it?"
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Post by Killer on May 15, 2003 22:38:41 GMT -5
Killer is left with a few hairs from Ruby's tail in his paw. He tosses them aside and resumes his frantic scratching. At last, he manages to dig the little pest out of his coat. That's when he returns to normal.
"Well, anybody can have a backbone when one of these lil' buggers is drivin' 'em berzerk," he retorts, holding the captured flea up, but it suddenly hops free and lands...on Ruby, "Oops..."
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 16, 2003 5:54:33 GMT -5
Ruby snorts. "Clumsy oaf," she mutters, wandering out to find some flea powder. If she does start acting wild due to the flea's soon-to-be incessant marching through her fur, then she certainly isn't about to do it in front of Killer.
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Post by Hedge on May 16, 2003 11:01:51 GMT -5
"Hi Ruby, how's it goin'?" Hedge holds the door open for Ruby as she goes in while Ruby goes out... scratching? Ruby is scratching? "Uh, oh... something's up at the casino today... "
Looks at Killer...
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Post by Killer on May 16, 2003 23:37:54 GMT -5
Killer would have helped Ruby get rid of the flea, but before he has a chance to offer, she's history. He shrugs a bit and turns to start picking up the shattered remnants of glass scattered on the floor. When he looks up again, he meets Hedge's gaze.
"What?" he gives her a questioning look as she looks at him, then starts worrying he's messed up again and will have to report to Carface, "W-whatsa matter?"
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Post by Itchy on May 22, 2003 0:41:09 GMT -5
Itchy is taking some flowers to Hedge, he's got a little crush on her and so without telling his boss charile he takes a stroll to carface's place Oh I hope Hedge likes these flowers I picked her! Hey! Whats this little sign in the bunch of flowers? umm it says "do not pick the flowers" hmm I wonder that means? oh! whoops! hope nobody saw me! Itchy see a female dog pass by him "Ruby", she looks rather "ithcy" herself. Itchy has seen her before and thinks she once saved his life but Itchy doesn't think she would care to talk to a dog like him anymore so he just passes her with a nervous friendly smile 
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Post by Charlie B. Barkin on May 23, 2003 11:17:56 GMT -5
"Hey, Itch, what's shaking?" Charlie greets his partner with a grin as he trots up beside him, "Who are those for?" he points a paw at the flowers, already having a good idea he knows who they're for. He doesn't say anything to Ruby, already well aware that she doesn't like him.
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Post by Hedge on May 24, 2003 12:42:18 GMT -5
Puzzled, Hedge shakes her head...
"Killer, what on earth is wrong with you??? And, what's up with Ruby... she looks like she wants to kill somebody!!!! Maybe she'll run into Charlie... Yes!"
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Post by Killer on May 24, 2003 23:36:06 GMT -5
Killer winces, sweeping up more glass and dumping it in the trash.
"Yeah, she prob'ly wants to kill me," he mutters, "I picked up a flea somewhere and it...sorta...got on her."
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