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Post by Sp❣rit on May 21, 2012 8:06:27 GMT -5
All Susumu could do was silently cringe at each of Sierra's signals to shut it. It felt as if he was being scolded, which he wasn't in the mood for at the moment. At least not from her, figuring that they would eventually get busted from this prank if they had trouble finding the exit. What he didn't expect was that their greatest challenge would be leaving the closet, all because of the foolish mistake of an old janitor. People had to stop assuming things about them, because his mind just couldn't take this abuse forever. "Yeah. Maybe we should start avoiding closets." He chuckled, preferring to avoid situations like these in the future. He waited for her to release them from their prison, but the moment she had some trouble he felt his heart drop a bit lower in his rib cage. That sinking feeling overcame him as he stared at Sierra in horror, hoping that she just had a poor grip on the door handle.
It sounded as if the old man wheeled his supplies off into the hazardous area known as the bathroom, but Susumu's attention was firmly on the door. "Locked? How?" He froze in horror, hardly expecting to be locked from the inside. Heart pounding as he realized the awkwardness of this situation, he hopelessly looked around the small confines of the closet in search of an escape. Obviously there was none, save for the locked door in front of them. Ugh, if only he was good at picking locks. He hardly at the talent for such things, though he vaguely knew that people could pick locks with a bobby pin to free themselves. As if he had one on hand! "W-We might not be screwed." He tried to sound hopeful, but he was starting to feel claustrophobic when he was THIS CLOSE to another person in a small room. If he was on his own, he doubted he'd be feeling this anxious. "Do you have a hair pin? Anything we can pick the lock with...?" There even might've been something in the closet they could use, but it was pretty dark in here. He honestly didn't trust feeling around the place until his eyes readjusted to the darkness again.
This probably was not the worst thing that could happen to them, considering how they avoided getting caught the entire time. It felt deserved though, as if they were in a jail cell after committing their bathroom crime. How were they supposed to get out? For some reason, Susumu felt too stubborn to actually call for help. He'd rather stay here than ask some stranger to let them out! Not that it helped their situation at all, but he was against talking to the outside world. All he could imagine was the reaction of who let them out; sometimes it was a lab assistant, scolding them and getting them in trouble, other times it was Professor Winter himself, and in the best case scenario, a new Pokemon trainer looking for the bathroom. It would still involve an uncomfortable confrontation, and it was an awfully suggestive place to be with the opposite gender, but at least they would be free.
He still felt very reluctant to do it, preferring to get out with their own tools or to stay here until the end of time. That second option probably wasn't a good idea, and if Sierra hinted enough, he probably would give in after some grousing. Then he heard the bitter swears of an angry old man in the bathroom, completely interrupting his thoughts. Susumu blinked and backed up on instinct, with his back practically against the wall as the janitor had his conniption on the other side of the door. It was easy to guess what was going on, and he was starting to sympathize for the janitor at this point. Susumu had to admit though, that shitstorm planted an amused smirk on his face after he got over his surprise. "GOD DAMN THOSE DOUBLE CROSSING, DIRTY MONGRELS FROM OVER THE SEA! BLASTED HONKIN' KIDS, HOW DARE YE!" The rant only continued as the old man got to work, filling the closet with the old man's complaints to block out the would be silence.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jun 22, 2012 17:26:01 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra was busily running through possible solutions in her head, but most of them were obvious ones, like kicking down the door or screaming for help. If they didn't get out quietly, they'd draw attention to themselves, and that meant getting into trouble. Sierra wasn't the brightest girl, but she knew what she didn't want: punishment and some adult stranger ranting to her. So when Shamu suggested picking the lock, she jumped on the idea. "I think maybe," She started out in a normal speaking voice but quickly lowered the volume for fear of being discovered. She began rooting around in her bag for a hairpin or comb or anything really, but messily folded clothes and equipment delayed her hand from reaching anything that might be useful.
All the while she could feel her knees making contact with whatever parts of his body they were touching as well as random pieces of equipment that were jutting off of the wall they hung on. She didn't know rakes could be this sharp, or that brooms could induce such an awful itch in her back. She almost had the urge to comically ask Shamu to scratch her back for her, but they were already in a weird enough situation.
The shout gave her a start, her heart pumping double time, but after a glimpse of Shamu's amused expression in the dark she calmed down slightly and continued looking for whatever she could to pick the lock. Impatience sped her on; eventually she found something thin and pointy. A nail? A pin? She felt it with the tip of her finger and it nearly bled; but the touch was enough information. Yes, it was the pin she used to sew tears in her clothes. "Found something," She announced before straightening up and getting into a kneeling position. Her knees grated against Shamu's pants as she did, eliciting a quick apology and a flustered, yet amused expression from her. Leaning up, she reached over and attempted to stick the pin's smaller end into the lock, all the while getting distracted by the old man's angered mumbling. It was in times like these that she suspected herself of being hypersensitive to touch and sound when really that wasn't the case.
She quickly realized that she sucked at picking locks. It had been about two minutes of fumbling with no satisfying click of the knob to be heard. "Um, you want to try?" Her eyes located Shamu and she bit her lip, expressing silent apology that she was kind of useless.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu <3 TALK|| HUEEEE
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 24, 2012 19:29:46 GMT -5
Cringing at the high pitched tone in her voice, Susumu could only feel relief when she caught herself. It wouldn't have been good to bring too much attention to themselves in this cramped closet, considering the kind of trouble they could get in for being here in the first place. At least Sierra had given him some hope, and he couldn't help but feel anxious and impatient as she fiddled through her things. Awkwardly enough, they couldn't get through this needle hunting without touching each other. There amount of crap lining the walls of the closet gave them less room, and Susumu didn't appreciate how one of the spokes on the rakes kept trying to tickle him. Damn, rake. You suck at tickling.
Hearing her needle finding success, Susumu's face brightened right up with hope. Alright! They just scored a chance at breaking out of this joint! "Hey!" He squirmed against the wall as he felt Sierra's knees brush up against his pants, feeling uncomfortable instead of enjoying the physical contact. He'd probably enjoy it more if random objects weren't jabbing into his backside. He stared at her efforts the best he could with the lack of light, squinting to improve his eyesight in any way he could. She was having trouble, but he doubted he could do much better. To be honest, he wasn't very experienced when it came to picking locks. After a few minutes, the inexorable lock came out victorious. It was not going to budge, and Susumu blamed everything. "Damn...I'll try, I guess." He reluctantly plucked the needle from her hands and gave it a whirl. It was awkward bending over to reach the knob, so he tried to crouch down to get a better feel of the door. His arms couldn't help but brush against Sierra's legs, cringing each time it happened. "Sorry, sorry..." He mumbled, knowing that he couldn't even help it at this point.
He could hear the needle scraping against the lock in protest, scratching at the walls in a frantic attempt to break free. It didn't seem to be working, though Susumu had the slightest hope that he'd have more luck than Sierra. Nope. Denied. He frowned and kept trying, moving in different directions in a last second effort to free themselves. Stopping would've meant letting both of them down, and he really didn't want that. "Almost..." Almost? What a lie. He just wanted more time at the lock. "God dammit...!" With an angry whisper, he stood up and backed off again, annoyed for messing that up. Crap. They were stuck in this tiny space, forced to be awkwardly close to one another yet again. It took him a second, but he did realize that his outburst wasn't the best thing at a time like this. He quickly held up his hands in a submissive gesture, not meaning to get that into it. "Sorry, didn't mean to let that out." Being stuck with her was not the worst case scenario, but he had been hoping to avoid awkward situations like this since the hotel. "I don't have any ideas though. It's not like we can just walk through the walls." With a sigh, he crouched down in an attempt to sit on the ground. Standing up the entire time was starting to put a strain on his legs, and he was out of range from that pesky rake now.
ooc: So glad we can post in these threads again!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jun 26, 2012 14:16:45 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra stood back, watching as Susumu tried valiantly to unlock the door with the little needle, but it was no good. His frowning told all, and so too did the frantic clicking of the metal against metal. His almost nearly got her, and she stared at his fidgeting hands with hope that they'd hear a definite click of the knob unlocking, but he soon gave up. His curse surprised her, but she wasn't too offended, having had a lot of guy friends that cussed rather casually.
She waved off his apology with a polite grin, which fell as she realized once more how dark and small the closet was and how they were pretty much trapped for as long as it would take for someone to grab a tool from the closet. "Yeah, seriously." She sighed, nearly sitting back down before she got a sudden epiphany. "Wait, maybe if you had a ghost pokemon, it could open the door-? -- ...wait, could it even touch the door?" She said all this in a frantic whisper, sighing when she realized the problem. And what if he didn't have a ghost pokemon? Super lame.
She lowered herself down to sit as well, the claws of the tools behind her digging into her back. But her feet were getting tired at the thought of having to stand there for hours. Hours? Hopefully not hours. That would suck if they were stuck together in such a cramped space, with nothing to do but whisper and be forced to touch and hardly be able to turn around. Or... maybe it wasn't so bad? No, no, it was terrible. TERRIBLE.
She just barely managed to sit with her knees against her chest, comfortable as possible considering the circumstances. A lengthy silence passed before she brought up, "This has never happened before in all my days of pranking." She sighed mock-dramatically. "I must be getting rusty."
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu TALK|| HEU
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jun 28, 2012 8:15:50 GMT -5
Ghost Pokemon? As helpful as that sounded, Susumu didn't own a single one. The only one he did have, he ended up trading it away a few weeks ago. Fate was against them, and they probably deserved to be locked in here after the way they demolished the bathroom. "I don't even have one." He confirmed, sighing along with Sierra as the problem continued to weigh on their minds. Getting caught like this would've sucked, but he was starting to think that it was the only way to get out. Maybe they could bust the door open with a strong attack, but just sending out a Pokemon in this small space sounded hectic.
He tried to keep his thoughts busy at the occasional leg and knee brushes, not liking how nervous it was making him when his senses were heightened in the darkness. Somehow, he was going to have to be positive in the midst of all of this. Not that it could be seen through the shroud of darkness, he cracked a smile at Sierra's tone. It only seemed appropriate after everything they went through in the Lab. "Dishonor on your pranking family, and dishonor on you." He grinned, feeling absolutely silly as he said that. "But not on me. I'm made of honor." Joking was all he could do to keep positive about their situation, and already he was feeling better about it.
If he squinted his eyes tight enough, Sierra became easier to see as his eyes adjusted to the room. It was hard to pick up on facial cues, but his brain was working to fill in the blanks to each thing she said. Forgetting about some of the items behind him as he relaxed, he felt another awkwardly placed object jab at his shoulder. Ow! Letting out a hushed groan, he glared at his shoulder as if it was the offender. "Still not as rusty as some of the stuff in here." He added, starting to understand why some people freaked out when they were in closed spaces. This could be pretty miserable depending on how you looked at it. All of his shuffling was taking up what little space they had in their closet, and his legs pressed against Sierra's in his attempt to get away. Instantly catching himself at the shove, he tried squish his legs closer to his chest. Ugh. It was hard not to touch her. It was cruel punishment for the male mind! Unacceptable!
ooc: My face when word document wanted Shamu to say he was the maid of honor.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jul 18, 2012 3:24:02 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra had to crack a smile at Shamu's flippant joke towards her. "Minus 100 honor points!" She piped up. At his next remark, she gave him a skeptical, but amused look. "Made of honor? More like... liability." She smirked, attempting to amuse him.
Her eyes were adjusting now. She looked around at the equipment, having realized that she was staring at Shamu for a few seconds too long. When he moved suddenly, she was surprised enough to scoot backward into the itchy material of a broom, which just as soon drove her forward again. "Ugh, yeah..." She agreed with him, feeling more and more irritated. Her back, too. It was sort of itchy now and she was resisting the urge to scratch it and risk irritating her hand on the broom's cilia.
She felt pressure against her legs and realized that they were practically in the same position facing each other, except that now Shamu looked like a turtle all bunched up like that. Oh man, this was so awkward. She pinched herself, willing it to be a dream, but it turned out to be the nightmare of reality. "We're doomed, aren't we?" She asked rhetorically, realizing the weight of the situation. She realized that she didn't know what exactly she meant by that statement. But it was clear that they would eventually be discovered and get in trouble. "You think that janitor will come back for us?" She inquired, and then suddenly had an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, awful idea. - Dr Seuss. The janitor had misunderstood, but maybe they could twist that.
She whispered without caution, throwing the idea out like it was nothing. "Maybe if we pretended that we really were doing 'gross' things in the closet, Professor Winters would let us off easier." She felt her ears warm up a little at the statement, failing to keep too strong a poker face. "No, what am I saying... that's weird. Never mind. Forget I said anything." She was blushing now, having realized how embarrassing this was. She averted her eyes.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| NOOOO TAGS|| sierra, shamu TALK|| but word document is right. shamu IS the maid of honor. >8| Also LOLLL DERP
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 21, 2012 0:22:23 GMT -5
It didn't help that his own discomfort was having an effect on Sierra. As soon as Susumu shifted around, he could sense Sierra struggling to get herself comfortable. Did he spook her? Oops. They stayed like that in the silence as the situation uncomfortably settled over them, and all of the sounds in the outside world were suddenly magnified. The creeping mice scuttling across the floor gave him a rise of goosebumps as he imagined them crawling across his back, and he could hear the excitement of new trainers gathering in the lobby, most likely waiting for an extremely busy Professor. Maybe the Professor would walk on by, completely oblivious to their situation in the locked closet. Maybe he wouldn't go by this hallway at all. Susumu couldn't remember the layout of the lab that well, but Sierra's question rang the clearest in the commotion. They really were doomed either way. It was obvious that they couldn't stay in here forever, and that someone was going to open the door eventually. How were they even going to explain this?
Oh yes, she had to bring up the Janitor. "I don't even want to think about the janitor." He groaned, attempting to lean his head back into the wall. It was odd feeling his head rest against the metal divider in the shelves, but it was the only thing he could rest his head on. What else was there? Sierra? Ha. Ha ha. He could almost laugh at that one, except then she would ask him to tell her the joke. Denied x100. '...she does look uncomfortable though. What if...?' His mind briefly flashed back to their homeless days in the ghettos, sleeping on the unkempt streets as they shared a blanket with one another. He stiffened at the thought, realizing that he shouldn't even be going there right now. Cursed anime cliche moments, tormenting him over and over. He could easily hear their own breaths in the stillness of tiny room, but he tried to tune it out to keep his mind in peace.
Then she had to go and spring that on him; a topic he had been trying to hard to avoid, now thrown back in his face. It was like a chain reaction, forcing those inevitable thoughts back into his teenage mind, except she was going even further without thinking about it. "What are you saying?" He stammered, staring at her in horror and embarrassment at the suggestion. "That won't solve anything. Do you think getting the Professor off on us would help--" Oh wait. He was being too loud. He quickly shut up and realized what he was saying, smacking himself in the head. She was testing him somehow, and he was failing all of these tests. It looked as if he embarrassed her in the process, and suddenly the pair had trouble looking each other in the eyes.
He remained still as the silence settled over them again, but Susumu was a rebel. He wasn't about to let that happen, oh no. Maybe it was time to get back at her, hopefully without any of the negative consequences. "Anyways. What kind of a pick up line is that? I expect flattery. Flowers. Where is my bling bling? I need to be wooed, with my pure maiden heart." He tried to make it clear that he was joking by faking a snobby female voice, trying to get a look at her with that devilish smile before sharply turning his head away with a 'hmpth'. Sierra was a smart girl, so he figured she'd play along with his act.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jul 29, 2012 3:16:30 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n "Yeah, you're right. My bad." Sierra responded when Susumu refused to remember the janitor. She probably shouldn't have brought it up either, but she was hungering for something interesting to talk about. Anything to cut into this silence. Maybe Susumu was comfortable with it, but she couldn't take a silence longer than four seconds before it got awkward. No, she had to remedy the situation!
And then she went and said that. Honestly, she had to wonder sometimes how she managed to keep up a decent conversation when ideas like this kept popping up. "Uh--" She tried to protest as his voice grew sort of loud, feeling like she'd really done it this time. A huge mistake. She hadn't done that in quite a while, actually. He stopped on his own, fortunately, and by that time she was looking down at her knees, too flustered to speak.
To her surprise, he spoke again, turning the tables on her. She looked up with suspicion at first, then amusement as his voice grew feminine in pitch. The 'humph' was recognized as a classic femme fatale cliche. "Screw you, it wasn't a pick up line. Geez!" She laughed, before pausing to clear her throat. "But madam, can't you see? I am not a rich man. For your pure maiden heart, I can only offer you - my body," she stated in as manly a voice she could muster. She got into it enough to lay her hand against her chest and gaze passionately into the sparkle of Susumu's eyes, only to give it away with a slight giggle at their performance.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| C-CLAYS - Remember View TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| EVERYTHING IS FUN AND NOTHING HURTS
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jul 31, 2012 0:03:56 GMT -5
Things felt normal again, and a sense of normality was comforting at a time like this. The situation wasn't any better, but they could at least get the most out of this experience. "Good, otherwise I'd tell you to buy a book on it." He grinned, glad to see that she wasn't as flustered. There was that throat clear that had him quiet with anticipation, sensing the signal for something great to come along. If he could get a good look at her eyes, then he would've known that it was something funny and grand. Instead he could only make out faces with what tiny light the crack under the door gave them, and his imagination put the rest together.
Her face must've been very wrinkled; like an old Snubbull, with crows feet stretching their talons across each eye. She probably would've looked like quite the looker to that janitor out in the back, assuming she didn't mess things up with a poorly timed life alert joke. He snorted at his 'pure maiden heart', but kept going along with their ruse. "Offering a pure maiden heart a body? I don't even know what I would do with it. I suppose you could make a fine coffee table." Grinning as he rubbed his chin, he couldn't lose his cheeky expression now. "You'd match the drapes." He snort laughed at his own joke and instantly became self conscious of it, attempting to hide it away by clearing his throat.
Hahaha that didn't happen right? Right he was not a piggie by any means. He could handle the whale jokes, but switching to a pig sounded extremely annoying. Had to stick with the classics sometimes, and Shamu was a classic. "Maybe I should let more light in here, hohoho." He shook his head and attempted to sound like an arrogant wealthy woman in a grand mansion. Sure he was sitting down while doing what he could to avoid being knee to knee with Sierra, but the darkness let his imagination go wherever it wanted.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jul 31, 2012 23:09:50 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n If she could remember the ship better, she'd have called him out on the pick-up line book thing, but she was too focused on the continuing conversation to try to recall something like that. Nevertheless, something seemed ironic about it, amusing her.
She got so into her act that her face sort of hurt from contorting. She smiled when his 'character' missed her point, and despite the darkness she could detect the glint of his own teeth as he smiled. He managed to cover up the snort well enough for her not to notice. She giggled. "But miss, you would serve food on me? Am I even worthy of such honor?" She enunciated dramatically.
"There's no need for light," she answered, "for I am certain that you are a lovely young ladyyy." She added a hint of sarcasm at the end there and grinned, amused at how much Shamu was getting into his 'feminine side.' She wondered if he did this with all of his friends. It seemed they were close enough to share moments like this. "Though the darkness is giving me the willies..." She concluded in the manly voice, straining her vocal cords a little. They weren't supposed to function that way.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Little Boots - Beat Again TAGS|| Sierra, Shamu TALK|| <33
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 1, 2012 22:00:18 GMT -5
Somehow, Susumu could sense that Sierra was aiming for perverted comments whenever she attempted the male role. He snickered in his spot as he tried to think of a good response to that, before letting out a laugh and deciding that he wasn't that good at acting. "N-No." He choked out, deciding that 'he' wasn't worth being eaten on. "I changed my mind, you're a horrible table." He added at the end, still struggling to calm himself down so he could get back in character. By the time Sierra started on her next few lines, he forced a few deep breaths to stop his chuckle fit.
All was well, and he took her sarcasm with an amused smile. He knew what she meant there, and he wasn't going to take it either. Her attempts at emasculating him would only result in failure, because he figured he could say something wittier to get back at her if he really tried. "The willies?! Oh my! But I thought you were such a charrrrming rich lad." His voice squeaked as he strained to sound higher than usual, and he couldn't help but cringe at how unnatural it sounded. This was a horrible game! What in the world compelled them to do this to each other?!
"I thought your name was Bruce Wayne!" He exclaimed, going for a Batman reference for the hell of it. Sierra made the best Batman ever, with her Pikachu hat slightly resembling a Zubat hat in the dark. He didn't know anything about her parents, but her parents were probably DEAAAAAAAAAD. "The willies should be getting you." Susumu crossed his arms and pretended to have expectations for her by staring right at her. He didn't know if she could see his eyes in this darkness, but he made sure to shift his entire body towards her to make a point.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Aug 3, 2012 20:05:55 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra realized she got to him with that gross comment and laughed. "B-but milady!" She was half in the voice, half out now, chuckling too hard to focus.
His squeaking was too much and she had to pause for a bit to get her bearings. "I am! I can prove my manliness!" She was about to get out two pokeballs or something just to make a hilarious joke but Shamu continued, deciding to bring some guy named Bruce Wayne into this. "Oh myyy! How preposterous! Who's Bruce Wayne again?" She intoned deeply at first but reverted to normal for the question. Then she realized that might've ruined the game and quickly continued, not allowing an answer. "Ahem. I mean, you underestimate me, milady. They call me Sierro, renegade of pure manliness." She enunciated, putting both fists on her hips and accidentally hitting something pointy with her elbow. "Ow," she whispered, rubbing it quickly. No blood, good.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| TWEWY - SHIBUYA TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu, ultraderp TALK|| YAY, MISSED REFERENCES
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Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 3, 2012 21:46:42 GMT -5
She could prove her manliness? Susumu wanted to see her try, but they were awfully restricted in this closed space. He grinned and waited for her to jump on the reference, but he was met with disappointed as she piped up with a question instead. She didn't know who Bruce Wayne was? Superheroes weren't for everyone, he supposed. Or maybe she liked different ones and never paid much attention to Batman when going up? That answer left him slightly more hopeful, but it didn't change the fact that his joke was thrown out the window. So much for that line of humor. "Sierro?" He should've seen that one coming, since slapping an 'o' on most names made them twice as masculine. The opposite was true with the letter 'a', and it oddly worked with Sierra's name.
What was a 'u' then? Was he supposed to be some neutral gender that could be both feminine and masculine? Where was the love for the letter u? No one loved it, but he decided right then and there that he would love the letter u. They would have an open relationship and everyone was welcome to jump in, and things would be wonderful. His thoughts were starting to become an adult version of Sesame Street, and he caught onto it before it could be an issue. Reeling himself back to reality, he perked up at the sudden 'bang' in front of him. He missed what had happened, but Sierra was rubbing her elbow as if she hit it against something.
Made sense in his mind at least, since he was being careful not to move around too much while in here. His legs were starting to get sore, and his knees were starting to twitch with the urge to walk around. "You ok?" He broke character to make sure she wasn't bleeding, since he couldn't tell in this lighting. "A nick like that couldn't hurt the great Sierro, could it? How many horses do you own? How many maidens have you deflowerrrred?" He jumped back into it, just in case she needed something funny to forget the pain.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 11, 2012 20:44:02 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Her head wasn't hurt, but the impact left a slight throb. Not that she hadn't experienced a lot of headaches before, though, as a result of things in the past. She made a hissing noise of pain. "Well duh, of course I'm ok," she sustained the masculine voice long enough to say. "I have like fourhundred and eleven horses, like, a whole zoo of them that donates money to charity," she intoned, struggling to contain a grin. "I'm such a broski, am I right." She thumped her own chest in a display of pure manliness, even spirit's panties flew off into the sun.
She couldn't resist a hidden smirk at his next question, struggling not to break into laughs. Composed, she replied (gesticulating with her hands all the while like a wannabe white guy), "I got hos in the attic, in the closet, in the kitchen makin me fried chicken," she was about to continue but broke back into girly giggling, curling up to hide her crinkled up face. Though the throbbing kept going, she wouldn't show it. That'd just ruin the whole thing. She practically forgot they were trapped in a closet. This was just like old times.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 11, 2012 21:13:12 GMT -5
He was glad to hear that she was ok, but he figured nothing bad would've happened anyways. It wasn't as if he was worried about her or anything, baka. 'Her voice sounds like Blaze going through puberty.' He squinted as he stared up at her, doing whatever he could to get the best view in this cramped up place. Things were better vision wise, but not knowing what was going on with his own arms and legs left him stiff and uneasy. "How many bindas full of women do you have, boyfriend?" He forced a fabulous max laugh out as he snapped his fingers in a weak Q formation, since he wasn't feeling the Z thing in this room. If he forced a lot of horizontal movement, he'd probably end up touching her leg, which was a no-no.
It felt like a distant memory since he last got to goof off with someone like this, and suddenly he found himself thankful for knowing Sierra. Not that he was the sentimental type, but being able to goof off like this was such a privilege. He couldn't do this normally with another human being without feeling stupid, and since Sierra was being just as silly as he was, there wasn't even a point in holding back. "Giirrrrrl you should like, um, give me some chikkin." He snorted again, breaking character as he hid his face in his arms to force in his laughter. Who even cared if they were stuck in a closet at this point? "Invite me over so I can meet yo mistress." Or be the mistress. Wasn't he a mistress to someone at one point in time? Sierra? Adam? He could barely remember that time on the damn boat, but he felt like something like that happened on there.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 21, 2012 15:24:02 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra pretended to think for a moment, which she always did because what kinda girl like her had time to think lolol jk, before replying "Twenny foooooo." She could barely sustain her 'boyish' voice anymore, snickering at her poor attempt at it.
"I cayn just give any old ho some chicken." She responded, unable to get rid of the smile on her face now. And now she was barely even talking like a guy, transitioning into some type of ghetto girl pimp voice without realizing it. "Befo I invite you ovah I gotta examine you. Mhm. Mhm. I ain't nevah seen a girl with hair that neon yellow, es like you flew outta the sun." Her fingers stroked her chin as though she were thinking, sustaining a cheeky grin. Come to think of it, she'd never mentioned his hair before. Did he dye it or something? It was the most visible thing in the closet, now that it wasn't hidden under a hood or something like usual.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 21, 2012 17:48:43 GMT -5
When Sierra looked as if she was thinking, Susumu tensed up with expectations for some kind of witty joke. She was pausing, thinking, and probably scheming. He could hear her snickering on top of all of it, making her seem even more devious in the darkness of the closet. It was getting too hard to keep up the act, and he was starting to feel like switching it up or dropping it altogether. He didn't think he was impatient, but he needed something new. Feeling the shelf behind him for something to pick up, his fingers trailed along the cool metal in search of something to pick up. He needed something interesting to entertain himself, and hopefully it could go along with their gag. Feeling something moist and squishy, Susumu made a face of horror as he recoiled and forcibly backed into the door. He let out a whine that was on the delicate line between masculine and feminine, and tried wiping the wet feeling off of his hands in a hurry. The hell did he touch?
"Shut shut shut it shut shut..." He didn't want to hear any of it from Sierra. Nope. Not at all. He cautiously picked up the wet sponge with a suspicious stare, not trusting whatever was on it. He sure hoped it was water, but was it even clean water? Ugh, he hated thinking about it. It wasn't dripping at least, but if he squeezed it hard enough, he could probably get out a few drops. "Here's your chicken. Mmmm." He tried to wave the nasty wet sponge closer to Sierra to see how she'd react, but she just had to comment on his hair. Honestly, he stopped thinking about it when people didn't bother to comment on it. Nobody ever brought up things like that about himself, assuming that it was a typical hair color. It wasn't so rare to dye one's hair, but that wasn't what happened in his case.
"My weave is perfect. Just touch it. It's silky smooth." Susumu shook his head with faked swagger, thinking that Sierra would only touch it for a second. He really wasn't thinking this one through, considering that it was Sierra he was with. He was getting sick of being in contact with this nasty ass sponge, so he plopped it back on the shelf and quickly dried off his hand. Seriously, who knew what was on that thing?
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 21, 2012 18:47:59 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n The hell was he doing with that thing. She wasn't aware that it was wet until she felt a droplet fall onto her leg, causing her to scramble backwards a little. "I don't want yo nasty chicken, foo!" She made to swipe it away but failed, unable to see very well in the darkness. Well, minus Shamu's hair, which practically generated its own light.
The guy voice act was getting old, so she dropped it as soon as he offered his foofy hair for her to touch. She didn't know she wanted to so badly. "Really?" She grinned with new amusement, reached out one hand and tentatively touched the side of Susumu's hair. It had to be the softest hair she'd ever touched, even softer than hers. Could've used it to make a pillow, even, but then Susumu would be bald, and she wouldn't like that. While she was thinking all this, she realized she was practically petting him. The instant the realization came to her, she pulled back her hand as though she'd been shocked. "Woops. My bad, it was just really soft." She blushed slightly in the darkness, hating this right now. Awkward situations, that is. It was easy to keep up a funny conversation but not when she had serious feelings to contend with. "What do you use, Maybelline?" She prodded snarkily, hoping to get back to normalcy. She bit her lip, showing just a flash of white teeth.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 21, 2012 19:45:57 GMT -5
"Ha!" She didn't want the c. Never the nasty c. That was one of the worst things anybody could want, and he couldn't stop laughing as he felt her sweep air and dust into his neck. He could tell that she had terrible plans for the wet sponge, so he kept an eye on it even after it was hidden away on the shelf. Maybe she could find it if she felt around, but she probably would get the same nasty surprise he did for being too curious. He started to calm down at the latest topic in Cosmo secrets, and it was all about the hair. He knew next to nothing about hair products and assumed that as long as his hair didn't look too greasy, he would be fine. Luckily with his bright hair color, his hair never looked that dirty and greasy to begin with.
Now if it actually began to have a scent, then yes, he was going to have to fucking bathe. It was a luxury being a guy, never having to worry about looking 100% terrific on a day to day basis. As Sierra approached him, he became even more aware of how close they were. It was strange. As long as he wasn't looking at her, then it wasn't so bad, but she was starting to touch his head for a little too long. He would've much preferred his other head to be touched, but that was for another time and place. "I feel like a Herdier." His hair would've been just as scruffy if she was messing around with it too, making him wonder just how bad he looked after she was fiddling around with it.
It got oddly quiet after that, and he started to fiddle around with the ends of his jacket to keep himself occupied. He couldn't stay still and let the silence overcome him! Definitely not! He was a fighter, a rebel, the king of absolutely nothing (but he could act like a king regardless)! "Maybe it's just natural." Except it kind of was but not? He couldn't even explain it. There were some fucking strange people in Cheyenne, and he didn't like talking about the Pokemorph thing much. It was best to act like nothing was strange about it. "Wait is that even a hair product?" He had next to no idea, but he could've sworn that those commercials were for facial products. "Hey. Hey. I think I hear somebody." Voice suddenly dropped to a whisper, he could hear the muffled sounds of a male and a female wandering down the corridor. They could've been getting closer to the closet, but for the moment the voices weren't getting closer or farther. Did they stop moving or something? "I should ask them if I'm pretty." He snickered, wondering what Sierra would think of that as he threatened to jingle the door handle.
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