|
Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 16:52:57 GMT -5
Nevada Hawthorn Slim Daughter of Alameda Slim and Katherine Barlow
Nevada was ready for underwear wrestling. While most of the things she did were to fit in, she truly enjoyed underwear wrestling. Don’t get her wrong. She loved horses. She enjoyed the cowboy lifestyle that being a Slim offered her.
But there was plenty she didn’t like.
She didn’t like the Mafia. It was nothing against Collie or anyone else that had power, it just wasn’t her thing. She knew she wouldn’t fit in in the Coven, but wanted a chance to look at the Crew or become her own person, doing what she wanted with no gang borders. But she stayed in the Mafia because she wanted to fit in.
She didn’t like just the overwhelming feeling that she had to uphold the Slim name. Like, sure, it’s possible that she could do her own thing and nobody would mind, but she didn’t want to risk the chance that people would hate her for it. Or that her siblings would outcast her from the family and then she’d have to find someone else to take her in so that she wasn’t cold and alone in the world.
She just felt a pressure. There was a pressure that she was putting on herself. That she needed to be the picture perfect Slim if she wanted to be accepted. She knew she’d never be like Kit or Tex. She knew she’d never live up to the names that her older siblings had made for themselves.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to.
She’d even considered leaving the Mafia and finding somewhere she’d be happier, but there was so much that could go wrong. What if the Crew didn’t want her? What if her family didn’t want her? What if she became an enemy of the Mafia, no longer able to find safety or comfort in the people she’d once considered her friends.
She couldn’t sleep at night. While she didn’t know of many people that actively hated her, she was worried that some people would if she did what she wanted to be.
If she became who she wanted to become. Like, what if she didn’t want to be Nevada? Sure, there were plenty of place names within the Slim clan, but what if she wanted to go by Hawthorn instead?
Hawthorn... Mils. Hawthorn Mills. That could be her new name. She’d be a pirate. The coven sounded cool too, but she felt liked she’d be even more out of place there. She could be Hawthorn Mills the Pirate. Sailing the seas and using a sword and doing whatever else it was that pirates did.
Or she could be a lone wolf. Well, not completely alone, but without a gang. She’d still be able to find friends that way, but she wouldn’t have to feel the need to conform to a certain group’s way of doing things.
She could finally be who Nevada Slim - Hawthorn Mills - was supposed to be.
But today, she was trying to put that all behind her. She wanted to enjoy the day for once and was more than ready for underwear wrestling. At least that’s one thing she had in common with plenty of Slims and Mafia kids.
She had already stripped down to her underwear by the time she arrived, holding her slingshot in her hands. It was dumb, but it was a comfort to have it with her and she slowly passed it from hand to hand as she let her eyes wander for a friendly face. While she didn’t see anything friendly, she did spot Arizona.
Maybe she’d catch her in a good mood today and have a nice sisterly conversation before beating each other up in their underwear.
She sighed and approached. ”Arizona,” she greeted, still playing with her slingshot as she approached her older sister.
|
|
|
Post by CreamCrow on Mar 28, 2019 16:59:26 GMT -5
Fish Frollo son of claude frollo He was gonna kick butt this year. Good, beautiful, glorious butts. At least, he was hoping they were gonna to be some good, beautiful, glorious butts. There was no point otherwise. Well, there was, but that was less important. Less important than winning? Nah, you're right, winning is the best idea. And he was going to crush competition- just you watch Tex, he was gonna become a champion.
"Your as weak as a fish on dry land," a voice spoke out beside him as though she read his mind and knew what he was thinking and had to destroy hope. Friends, right?
Laughing in return, he grinned, crossing his arms. "I am a Fish on dry land." Look at that capital letter, ha ha.
She looked just like normal, completely and utterly unamused. "Oh, ha ha." FIsh is just gonna continue on grinning this post, as a warning, so please imagine it as the smile progressively getting larger and larger. Yes, even to the point he head is just a grin. "Let me fix that sentence then. Your equally as weak as a fish on dry land then."
"Who knows?" Fish shrugged with a grin. "I could be hecking powerful and the floppy fish might just be too, comparing our strengths mean nothing when weakness has no set point silly. Therefore, I'm powerful, specially if the fish could be based on my strength. Admit it, I'm hella strong!" Fish said with a grin, hands on hips and bent forward with the snarkiest grin he really could manage.
"I could crush you with my pinky toe."
"You don't count. You're like... A monster!" Jumping from the lunge she made towards him as though he didn't just insult her, he watched as her eyes lit on metaphorical fire, staring at him. He gave one of those little air kisses, hand moving from lips with a grin as he blew it towards her.
His own fault for squeaking as she promptly grabbed him by the arm with a fierce smile- it was super scary. With a little chuckle, he correct himself, "Just kidding?" It wasn't super confident, but by the way she dropped him, he'd take it as a win.
"That's what I thought. You go find the Tierney, I'm gonna try and find Tara."
"Enjoy being destroyed by the crocacroc! Bye bye~" he cooed before immediately dodging towards the closest crowd he could find as to avoid another incident.
Plus side, he didn't run into any people, just towards a crowd which he felt he could use as a shelter from which he was safe for the tyranny of Saran. He's exaggerating, they are friends I swear. Point was, in this crowd of people there was one in however many chances that Tierney was there so..... Taking a random guess with a spin and finger pointed out, he opened his eyes and stopped landing on a kid. Hopping on over, he grinned and ask, "You a Tierney? If not, do you know one?"
|
|
|
Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 17:07:34 GMT -5
Cyrus Dev McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
Underwear wrestling.
Underwear wrestling.
Underwear wrestling.
”Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp. Camp.” Cy was practically bouncing with enthusiasm and excess energy as he approached his brother. ”Camp! It’s underwear wrestling,” he said. Of course, Camp already knew that. It wasn’t some obscure fact that only Cy knew and had to share.
Everyone knew what day it was.
Cy’s shirt hadn’t even touched his body at all that day. Sure, he sometimes chilled with Egg and found himself naked anyway, but today the dog boy had changed into his underwear the moment he’d woken up.
Actually, he’d slept in his underwear.
He normally slept in just underwear - maybe pants if it was a little cold - but this was special. This was underwear wrestling eve. What kind of heathen would he be if he wore clothes?
The whole day - and even yesterday - Cy had been bouncing off walls. He was unstoppable, uncontainable. He had an excess of energy that, while always seen in the young dog boy, seemed to amplified by 59.
A whole 59. That was more than 58 and 57 and 56 and... Cy wasn’t going to go down the list of numbers, but he was sure that was just because he didn’t know how to count that high. Oops. The point was that his energy was at a much higher level than usual and anyone that had to put up with him deserved a medal.
The Sanguine was getting busier and busier as people arrived for the wrestling matches and Cy had just learned that he was facing off against his very own brother for his first match.
Not Roe. No, Cy felt a rush of desire to protect Roe, even if his brother didn’t need it. Sure, Cy wouldn’t mind fighting Roe, but he mostly wanted to protect him.
But Camp? Cy wouldn’t hold back against his older brother.
”Camp!” Cy said again. ”Ready for this, Campy Wampy?” he asked, his voice taking on a teasing, babyish tone when it came to taunting his brother. Despite that, there was a playful glint in his eyes.
”I dunno if you’ll be able to keep up with me, old man. Isn’t it about time that you retired? This is a teenager’s game now,” he said. Age was somewhere he could hit his brother, right? Sure, Camp wasn’t much older than he was, but still.
Let’s be honest here. Cy sucked. He sucked at everything and every aspect of being a human being. He knew it. Everyone had to know it. If there was any shot he could take at anyone, then he had to.
”I even talked to Justin already today,” he said, nodding towards the car boy. It was an odd friendship they had. Well, not even a friendship. Justin sucked and he didn’t like Cy either. They just somehow got roped into causing destruction together and had learned to tolerate each other’s presence.
”He’s going up against Tex and now we get to see him destroyed,” he said, nudging his brother. Justin was confident, but Cy had no doubt the Slim boy would come out victorious.
He shook his head. ”But Justin and Tex don’t matter. I mean... we’re gonna be fighting and I’m so ready to take you down, Campsite. Campy Dong Dong. Camparooney. Campwaddle. Campaign Promises. Macamp. Camelpot,” he said, the increasingly weird names for his brother attesting to the extra energy the boy held.
Well, that and the fact that he was literally bouncing up and down in front of Camp and he was tossing a rock from hand to hand. He just needed every part of him to be moving. His feet. His body. His hands. His head. His eyes. His mouth. Oh, definitely his mouth. He didn’t think he’d stopped talking since he first greeted his brothers before the sun had even risen.
It was too exciting of a day to just sleep.
|
|
|
Post by CreamCrow on Mar 28, 2019 17:21:44 GMT -5
Madison Marcy Mouse daughter of Mickey and Minnie Mouse This sounded like one of the most interesting things to happen and honestly? Madison was living for it. She absolutely loved the idea of getting to fight without repercussions. Of course, she had zero confidence in her abilities. Especially given who it was against. She ditched Yolt actually since he wouldn't stop talking about it and trying to get her to call it quits on this.
There was zero way she was abandoning the chance to try and befriend Yeet.
Which of course, trying to do so while also trying to fight her was going to prove to be.... difficult. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea, but it was just by chance that they even ended up against one another.
Which was also unlucky. Madison couldn't imagine that anything would really turn out better one way or another and .... oh no.
The mouse was screwed- no duh she was screwed.
Cat v Mouse. Who normally loses? Mice. Since this is real life. And not some dumb animated movie or show where the mouse miraculously beats up the cat- and it's not like the two ever really become friends ha ha h a.
Well, no matter. It was time to find that cat and get this done and over with. And pray for some kind of mercy. Dear gosh Madison was a mess.
Well, consider, you're a kid who threatens to fight everyone at a secondhand notice every second of everyday, and the first time you fight- cause there isn't a guarantee that if Madison has fought before now that she won- ahhhhhhh.
Well, who cares now? Certainly not her.
|
|
|
Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 18:09:27 GMT -5
Yeeti Yo Yeti Son of Yeti Yeeti wasn’t sure what to expect from underwear wrestling. Well, when one looked at the words, it appeared that people would be participating in an event called wrestling, where two bodies went against each other and attempted to pin the other to the ground without weapons of any kind. And the other word - underwear - led Yeeti to assume they would be doing this in only their underwear.
That’s how you did analysis, right? Yeeti had been told he had to practice his analyzing skills, and that was half of the reason he had yeeted to the Isle. He already had so much that he wanted to write home to Saka about. He only wished his best friend could be here to experience the underwear wrestling firsthand.
Right now, Yeeti found himself tucked away from the main commotion of the event. He ran his fingers through his slicked back white hair. Yeah, he was a yeti. You know what yetis are good at? Fighting. Yeah, he was good at fighting by that logic. He didn’t even know who he was fighting. Some kid named Anastasius? Definitely not a transfer. But that was okay. Yeeti was ready to get up and personal with real live Isle kids and he was going to d e s t r o y this Anastasius dude.
First, he needed to get himself fired up. Despite not having his video camera, he grabbed a rock from the ground and set it about face level on a tree branch. ”What’s up, guys? This is Yeeti here, bringing you another wild episode of my life.” He gave the “camera” his most charming smile, feeling more at ease in his element. His pre match jitters seemed to fade and he was left throwing an invisible punch at no one before he continued.
”So, I know it’s been a while since I gave you guys an actual video, and that’s because I’m on the Isle. Definitely has its drawbacks, but it’s a cool place. Sorta.” At this point, the jitters were starting to return and Yeeti threw a couple more invisible punches.
”Well, today I’m gonna be underwear wrestling. I can’t tell you exactly what goes down because I’m still preparing for my first match, but I think this would be a cool tradition to bring to Auradon. Of course, that’s not what this video is about. Here, I’m gonna show you guys my pre wrestle routine,” he said. He didn’t actually have one but that was okay. He’d figure it out.
And if this was a real video, he’d have some cool text art appearing in the screen to emphasize the fact that this was his pre wrestling routine. Did he actually have one? No. He actually didn’t do much wrestling.
But that was okay.
”First, I’m gonna strip down to my underwear. Now, for first time wrestlers, this may be a bit awkward. However, I am a yeti. I get hot. When I’m somewhere that allows it, I often strip down to my underwear,” he said, giving the camera a wink before he took off his shirt. He followed it with his jeans and bundled them up to bring back later as he kicked off his shoes. Left in just his underwear, he grinned.
”Now, we wanna get in a pre match workout. Now, I’m not gonna take you guys through my usual wimpy workouts, but we are gonna do stuff. Do it with me,” he told the camera, before dropping to the ground for his pushups. ”1... 2... 3... 4...” he groaned, letting his body fall to the Isle dirt below him once he finished with his four pushups.
”Now, I wanna go for a jog, but I’m on a bit of a tight schedule here, so...” he trailed off and began jogging in place. After about thirty seconds had passed, he wiped some sweat from his forehead. He hated these yeti genes sometimes.
He grabbed his shirt again to wipe the sweat that was glistening on his body from even that short workout. Next, he lifted up a canister of paint he’d swiped from someone as he headed out here. ”So, you gotta paint too,” he said, showing off the gray paint he’d grabbed from someone. ”My skin is already pretty white, so color won’t help me go for the yeti aesthetic I wanna reach. Instead...” he trailed off and dipped his finger in the paint. ”I’m gonna do this.” He began using his finger to outline tufts of gray ‘hair’ on his chest and his arms and his shoulders.
”Maybe I’ll get someone to do my back,” he muttered, doing his best to apply a gray beard without a mirror. Some paint for on his lips and he did his best to spit it out.
”And that’s how you prepare for underwear wrestling. See you guys next week!” he said, reaching over to knock the rock down like he would turn off his camera.
Feeling ready to face down the day, Yeeti puffed out his chest and returned to the main area, eyes narrowed as he searched for anyone that looked like an Anastasius.
|
|
|
Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 18:28:24 GMT -5
Justin Frazz Storm Son of Jackson Storm and Miss Fritter
Justin didn’t seem like the kind to participate in an event as heathenistic as underwear wrestling. No, he preferred to be appear more refined than the animals stripping down to their underwear and leaping at each other like savages. No different than the feral children running around the Isle.
Still, there was a rush from the fight that even the vain car couldn’t deny. He’d woken up early, and hadn’t put the theatrics that he knew some people did. He wasn’t bursting with energy or admiring his fine body - which wasn’t as fine as he tried to convince people. No, he had simply put on the most basic clothes he could find as he headed out the door.
See, Justin liked to look good. Whether that was his appearance or his clothes, he always put a lot into it. And he was hot he liked to think. Girls were throwing themselves at him and he was constantly having to push them away. After all, J-Man needed some of his own time.
Or, at least, that’s what he told people. Shhh. Nobody needed to know what went on in the Storm household.
Once Justin had put on some of his worst clothes - why impress when he’d simply strip? - he left his house and headed towards the spot where many of the Isle inhabitants would be heading for the day.
It didn’t take long to get where he needed to be and he lingered on the outskirts of the commotion, his eyes searching the crowd until they landed on Tex. Hmph. Tex. Thinks he’s so cool because he can wrestle a few scrawny, malnourished kids. Well, Justin was going to teach him a lesson this year.
It didn’t take long for Tex to notice him and Justin crossed his arms. One clothed car staring down a half naked cowboy. ”Hat’s staying on too? You take this cowboy thing seriously. I think when I win, I’ll take the hat for myself,” he said, throwing a venomous glare towards the cowboy.
It was now that Justin took the chance to strip, now that he knew Tex had caught sight of him. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head, running his fingers through his black hair to smooth it down once the shirt was off. He still hadn’t broken eye contact with the cowboy as he undid the button to his pants and let them slide into a pile at his feet. Stepping out of his pants, he bundled them up with his shirt and kicked himself out of his shoes. He placed everything in a neat pile while still making eye contact win Tex.
He raised an eyebrow at the cowboy’s words, a look of slight concern crossing his face. Did anyone actually understand those cowboys when they talked? He shook his head and got back on his game. ”Y’know, Tex, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirtin’ with me,” he said, his blank expression never changing. ”Unfortunately for you, big boy, I’m not into the whole cowboy thing.”
Well, there had been that short time that he’d dated Arizona before the relationship went up in flames. Now Arizona had a designated Justin slapping saddle and Justin had a distaste for cowboys. Cowgirls. Cows in general, probably.
He wasn’t going to be some “good” guy and say that it was all him, not Arizona. He wasn’t going to say that they just weren’t right for each other. No, the relationship had sucked and Justin wanted to say that 90% of it was Arizona’s fault. Of course, he’d say the same thing about Mara. Really, any girl he dated was usually the problem in the relationship.
He let his eyes wander, first finding Arizona and giving her a wink. Sure, stuff had ended badly between them, but Justin would be sure to give all the girls a show while he pummeled Tex. Let them see what they’re missing out when it came to J-Man.
He crossed his arms. ”Now, are we going to get this out of the way?” he asked. He wasn’t here for the theatrics of the entire event. No, he just wanted to win his fights and dethrone Tex as the champion. He didn’t care who won.
Okay, well he did care.
No Slims. Not Cy. None of the transfers. He couldn’t think of anyone else that was of any importance and competing. Maybe some unaffiliated kid. Yeah, let some unaffiliated kid win so none of the gangs had bragging rights over this. That’s what Justin cared about. The gangs annoyed him.
At least he’d be able to take Tex down in the first round and then not worry about who else one... Okay, there’d be a little tension in his body until only unaffiliated kids were left in the tournament.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2019 12:16:27 GMT -5
Yeet Sid daughter of yen sid and debutante
She was extremely lucky that underwear wrestling happened to be around the same time the transfers made their way over to the Isle or else Yeet would have probably gone mad by now. She needed something to beat up, something to get out all of this anger that had grown inside her ever since the day she realized her dear brother - just the thought of that made her pull her lip back up in a disgusted snarl - had returned to the Isle. She still couldn’t wrap that around her head. She still had no idea why he had come over. The only thing she could think was that he thought he would be hailed as some hero or something. An Isle born kid who had left to Auradon only to return with more kids that would eventually get them all to Auradon… it was a nice thought, and Yeet wanted the people she cared about off this depressing island, but it was the fact that her brother of all people had been put into this transfer group as well that really got her going. She still wasn’t done with him, not even close. The urge to smash his face in was still there and she would do everything she could to achieve that goal. She was going to smash his face in just like -
No.
Now wasn’t the time.
She couldn’t let herself go there. Not right now. Not now. Not here.
But…
It was still so fresh in her mind. It had happened here only a week ago, and the memory was still so vivid and alive to Yeet that it was hard to keep herself from comparing her anger toward Yolt to what had happened only a week ago. How could she not compare it? Did Yolt know what happened? And if he did, did he even care that Zizi was dead? They hadn’t been raised together or anything of the sorts, but they were all siblings nonetheless. Half siblings with Zizi, but still, that had to mean something to even Yolt, right?
It probably meant nothing to him. Anybody who could just leave everything behind like he had done didn’t have a sliver of care in them. Somebody had probably told him that Zizi had gotten her face smashed in and was murdered at a party and he just shrugged it off. Or maybe he had been at the party himself and just laughed about it as it was going on. To Yeet it was pretty logical to assume that if her brother didn’t care about his own twin then he wouldn’t care about his half-sibling at all. Even if Zizi hadn’t been the most popular and even if Yeet hadn’t really gotten close to her until after Yolt had left, she had ended up becoming somebody that mattered to Yeet. She still mattered. Zizi would always matter to Yeet. Eventually, she was going to find that disgusting little deer dog that had murdered Zizi for no reason whatsoever and give him a taste of his own medicine. Yeah, she’d bash in his face and see how he liked it. She would wring his neck like some kind of annoying chicken and bash him upside some hard surface. She’d like to hear him cry out in pain while the life was literally knocked out of him until he finally fell limp and silent. It would only be fair, after all. Some people got away with murder, but Yeet still had no idea why the dumb dog deer thing had gotten off on murdering somebody at an invent that was supposed to have gone on without a hitch. Zizi might have been annoying to some people, but she hadn’t deserved to die. Surely anybody could agree with that. She wanted some kind of justice to be done, and whatever the mafia had done to punish her murderer would never be enough for Yeet. Not until she got her hand on him. Not until she got to see and listen firsthand just how sorry he would end up being about it all.
But that was enough of that. She needed to focus on getting that anger out instead of what was making her angry, but she was fueled and ready to kick some half-naked butt, that was for sure.
For her first match, she was up against a transfer, and not just any transfer, but one of the transfers that she had met the first day they had made it to the Isle. Madison Mouse.
She still felt sorry for the poor girl. She had to deal with Yolt. Maybe after she got done pummeling Madison into the ground then she could knock some sense into her and get her to leave Yolt before he could do anything to hurt her. Despite their...rocky first interaction, Yeet didn’t have too many problems with Madison. The mouse girl had called her a name here and there during that, but Yeet could let that go. She could give Madison a second chance if Madison was willing. Yeet may have been part cat, but she did get along rather well with mice. Well, half mice. Winona was also part rabbit, but that was beside the point.
It wasn’t long until Yeet, already down to nothing but her wrestling underwear - it had stars on it, by the way, that was important to note, had found her opponent. Drawing her lips back into a smirk, she placed her yellow eyes right on the Auradonian transfer. ”Ready to lose, Mouse? I’ll have you wishing you never came here to the Isle after I’m through with you.” Transfer or not, Yeet wasn’t about to go easy on anybody she had a match with. She had too much pent up anger to get out, nothing was going to stop her from letting it all leave.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2019 12:17:14 GMT -5
Arizona Slim daughter of alameda and katherine
Now that she was away from that pathetic unicorn, she could focus on what really mattered here.
Underwear wrestling.
It only happened once a year, which was a shame if Arizona had to be honest, she would be thrilled to do something like this more than once a year. If she got to publically and legally beat people to a pulp more than once a year then she would be happier than all get out. Nobody would have to tell her twice to strip down to her underwear to beat some people up. She would do that even without it being some sort of big event where winners received prizes and bragging rights. If she could she’d just go ahead and strip right down to the bare minimum of clothing to beat somebody up every day if she could, but unfortunately, it wasn’t socially acceptable to go around and act like some heathen raring for a fight and punching people without them knowing it was coming; however, it was socially acceptable to go around naked. … Nah, she wasn’t about to become some serial nudist. That wasn’t part of her agenda as of yet. Maybe that could change, who knew. But right now Arizona was pretty content with wearing clothes, she just wasn’t afraid to get down and strip when it came to something like underwear wrestling. Any other day and she was as content as could be with putting on clothes. Being a cowhand wasn’t a job where somebody could get by with the very minimum of clothing. If anything being a cowhand meant wearing as much clothes as possible without completely overdoing it. With a job like that somebody had to work outside all day, and while there wasn’t any sun on the Isle, anywhere else there could be sun. Nobody wanted to get all sunburnt because they were wearing something like a sleeveless shirt or short shorts while working outside all day. Messing with hay was also something somebody shouldn’t want to do unless wearing as much clothing as they could. Hay was annoying when it scratched somebody all up. That’s why long sleeves were made, to protect the skin from getting all scratched up from hay. Maybe there were other reasons, but that’s what Arizona liked to believe.
All of that pushed to the side though, she had her first opponent to find.
Nevada. Her very own sister. One of the many sisters she had. Now, don’t get her wrong, she liked her family, it wasn’t that she didn’t like them or anything, but she was probably a bit too excited to have the chance to completely destroy her little sister out there. It wasn’t every day she would get to be cheered on by hundreds of people to throw down with any of her siblings.
Instead of needing to be the one to find her sister, her sister ended up finding her first. Arizona couldn’t help but let out a faint chuff of amusement when she noticed the slingshot Nevada was carrying in her hand. ”You think that little thing is gonna save you?” She questioned with a sneer in her words. She had nothing against little weapons, but it was oddly amusing seeing Nevada with her slingshot even here. ”This isn’t a competition for something like that. You gotta use your own muscle here.” This wasn’t slingshot wrestling or anything like that. If Nevada wanted to do something with her slingshot then she could go start up her own tournament where that was acceptable, but underwear wrestling was all about pure strength coming from your own body, not how well you could stick a rock on something and pull the string back. This wasn’t some sort of archery tournament, this wasn’t like that at all. Nevada had to know that, right? Surely her sister wasn’t so dumb that she perceived underwear wrestling as a place to use a slingshot.
Yeah, Arizona needed to be nice, but she had some pretty strong opinions on things and one of those opinions was that a slingshot did not belong in this sort of situation and she had to make sure Nevada knew that before she went off and made a complete and total fool out of herself.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2019 12:17:54 GMT -5
Askari Qarad-Varecia son of abu and suri
For a lot of people today was a good day because they were going to get to strip down to the bare minimum of clothing and just go wild on one another in some sort of weird, sweaty battle of who was the superior wrestler in their underwear. A part of that did sound appealing, and the lemonkey had to admit that he wouldn’t mind getting involved himself, but those thoughts were always pushed to the side when he remembered exactly why he enjoyed this day so much. It was the perfect day to scam people. They weren’t paying attention to what they were doing when their minds were all on the big event that was going on. With people distracted Askari could get a lot of work done. Today was going to be a good day for both him and Andi, he just knew it. Plus, what made this even better was the fact that there were now Auradon transfers here. If he could get his hand on some of them then they would really be hitting the jackpot.
Auradon.
Askari hasn’t really put much thought into Auradon until two weeks ago when the transfer ship had docked and a little over twenty kids from across the ocean stepped into the Isle. It honestly seemed like a lifetime ago when he himself had been on Auradon. At times he could remember it so well, how warm the sun used to be and how fresh the air smelled after a rain shower. Then there were times when all he could remember was the gritty life of the Isle, how nights could get cold and how he would go hungry more often than not. Most of his life had been lived on Auradon, he knew that, but that life seemed like such a long time ago that he wasn’t even sure he would be able to fit in with any of the transfers that, at one point, he had mingled with on a day to day basis. It was weird for him, realizing that maybe he would get a chance to go back to Auradon after all of this was over. And not just him, but Andi too. If there was anything he wanted it was for Andi to at least get the chance to return to Auradon. She out of anybody that Askari knew deserved to make it back there. There she could see a clear night sky again. She could gaze up toward the heavens and watch as the stars glittered in the deep abyss of the night sky. She would be happy doing that, Askari knew. A lot of what he did was for the sake of making Andi happy. He wasn’t going to quit doing what he did best, but for Andi he would do anything to get her to smile or for her to feel happy. When she was happy he was happy.
Of course, if she made it back to Auradon then Askari wanted to follow. He’d follow her to the ends of the Earth and back more than once if he needed to, and even if he himself didn’t particularly care if he made it back to Auradon or not, he knew there was no way he could leave Andi’s side if she was brought back. Wherever she went he went. Sure, if something happened and she no longer wanted him around then he would listen and would leave her alone, but he would for sure be a very, very sad lemonkey for the rest of his life. Maybe it was cliche to admit, but Andi was his world. Or at least an extremely large part of his world. Askari couldn’t imagine life without her. Not having her in his life would be like having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but without the jelly. It just didn’t work like that. The sandwich would be incomplete and then nobody was happy with that.
Maybe he should stop focusing on all of this sappy stuff and get to the point, but seriously, Andi was his everything and without her he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to survive being thrown off to the Isle like some kind of dirty dishrag. That’s all there was to it and if asked how he had managed to adjust to the Isle he would outright answer with how he just knew it was because he had Andi at his side that helped him get through everything. And honestly, he was sure Andi felt the same way about him. This wasn’t just him benefiting in the relationship, no, they were in this together and Askari was aware of that just as much as he was aware that the sky here was gray and that today was an important day.
Anyway, underwear wrestling. That was today. That meant people were going to be thinking only about that. They were going to be distracted and wouldn’t have their wits about them. It was the perfect time to swoop in and get some business done.
After having been lost in thought for a good while, Askari finally turned his attention to Andi, briefly giving her a warm smile as he looked her over. ”Ya got a target yet?” He questioned with a faint hum to his words. If Andi hadn’t spotted anybody that would make for an easy target then Askari could totally scope somebody out. He was honestly pretty good at that, being able to single people out that would make for an easy job. But before he set somebody in his sights he wanted to make sure Andi hadn’t already done the same. Askari was sure they were going to have a lot of targets to con today, he would get his chance to scope somebody out, but right now he was making sure both him and Andi were on the same page. They were in this together and worked better as a solid team with solid plans. Honestly he was just ready to get started. His hands were already fidgeting with the need to do something, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand still and not do anything for much longer. If there was one thing about Askari it was that he couldn’t sit still and do nothing for long. He needed to be on the go, and that was why today was so exciting for him. With all these people he was going to be on the go from now until probably past sundown, and he was ready.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 2:59:34 GMT -5
Henry Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Hal closed his eyes as he inhaled.
Try to block it out. Block out the noises of the ever growing crowd, the cheers and cries as the contestants walked on out for their matches. Ignore the chatter in the background, almost incomprehensible from where he was standing. Ignore the fact that one of Schmee’s killers were behind the mike. Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.
Don’t think.
Hal focused on his other senses, feeling his feet press down into the floor, a slight, chill breeze whisking passed him so fast it was barely noticeable. A hair had moved out of place, landing on the side of his face, sending an almost twitchy like itch throughout that one singular spot on the side of his face.
The paint had hardened by now, drying to his skin like mud. He hadn’t done anything decorative, nothing quite as extravagant as Tara’s. Instead his skin was coated in red pirate symbols. A flag, a compass, a skull and crossbones, a hook, a feather. Nothing complex, the designs were simple, they weren’t intricate. But it was better than nothing.
Exhaling, Hal opened his eyes, staring down at the ground for what felt like a lifetime as he concentrated on his breathing.
He could do this.
He had to do this.
He needed to get back out, he couldn’t stay on that ship any longer, not all the time at least. This...this was more for him than for anyone else. He was here, he was participating, he was standing in front of hundreds of strangers in nothing but his underwear and body paint.
Which admittedly, was a little weird. People could be judging him for all he knew, wondering how he could’ve let himself go from the last time he had participated. That didn’t matter though. He didn’t have to do a lot, he didn’t have to show off or be impressive, all he had to do was take part in the event.
Something a lot easier said than done.
Looking back up from the ground, Hal gulped back the last of his hesitation and pushed forward. It was still loud and honestly, a lot to take in. He needed something to focus on. Who was he up against? Who was he fighting?
Kit, he was up against Kit.
Yeah that’s right.
The cowboy...or at least, one of them.
Hal hadn’t ever interacted with the Slim family that much, he typically didn’t make a habit of talking to the mafia if he was being honest. There were some things that had gone down between them that were unforgivable, even if it hadn’t been everyone in the mafia that had taken part in the death of Schmee.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
He couldn’t allow himself to think about that, not right now, not when there was more to focus on, more to do, a fight he was about to take part in.
Taking a shaky breath, Hal looked around until finally his eyes landed upon his opponent.
There Kit stood in nothing but his underwear and paint coated across his bare skin, designed to look like some sort of corn monster or something. Well, no matter what the paint was made to look like, it was a lot more intricate than Hal’s seemed to be. Though...he hadn’t exactly put that much effort into it.
Standing there, staring across at his opponent though, did give Hal a good chance to actually look him over. Kit had a nice build for the Isle, something that Hal hadn’t really ever noticed before, though of course, he hadn’t fought against the cowboy in the tournament before and hadn’t ever had the chance to actually look him over.
He had to admit, Kit looked good.
Then, before he could actually stop himself, the word spilled out of his mouth. ”You look really good in your underwear!” He started, calling out to Kit. ”It suits you very well, it brings out your muscles,” he was able to luckily stop himself at that point, mostly because it was only at that point that he actually fully realized what he was saying.
There he was, standing a foot or two away from his first opponent, complimenting him about his underwear and his muscles just because Hal didn’t know when to shut up. He hadn’t ever really had to watch what he said before, especially this last year when the only times he really did talk to anyone would be to himself, imaginary Sammy, or sometimes his dad or even occasionally Tara.
Clearly it was something he needed to work on.
Especially since now he couldn’t just take it back, what was he supposed to say? “Nevermind, you look gross” then manly spit at the ground or something like that? No, he definitely couldn’t do that.
Maybe Kit didn’t hear.
Yeah, Hal could just pray to the gods that Kit didn’t even hear. Was Lapis around? Hal would even pray to her if he had to, just run up to the crew’s very own death goddess, fall to his knees and pray to her that Kit didn’t hear him over the crowds at the event.
Or, or maybe all he had to do was pretend that he hadn’t said anything. That seemed like a good idea.
So Hal kept his mouth closed after that, face growing warmer as the seconds passed by as he glanced around, avoiding looking over at Kit again. He’d have to eventually, or else this was going to be a pretty pitiful fight. But at least for now he could merely pretend that the other man didn’t even exist.
Yeah, that would work.
If it didn’t, Hal would think of something else. Maybe he’d be all like “Haha, just kidding, I totally wasn’t admiring your muscles-or even if I was, its just because I’m envious, I want those muscles man, what’s your work out plan?”
Yeah. Thats what he’d do.
Besides, that was why he was admiring Kit’s looks right now anyways, he hadn’t exactly kept up on working out over the last year, he had to get back in shape, like one of those Slim cowboys walking around in their underwear and wrestling paint like cowboy Isle gods.
After all, it was next to impossible to be truly fit on the Isle, but as far as Isle standards went, those Slim men were doing pretty good in Hal’s book. He’d have to get some pointers from them at some point.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:01:03 GMT -5
Madora Marchendrache Daughter of Maleficent & Captain Hook
Jester was hyped for this. She had been waiting for underwear wrestling all year long...which would make sense since it was only an annual event and not a bi-annual event...huh, maybe she should bring that up to Celeste later, just come up behind her and scream at her until she paid attention to her, and then she could go about explaining her idea.
Because people would totally dig bi-annual underwear wrestling, let people get down and dirty in their underwear twice a year instead of just once, yeah, that was a great idea, why didn’t they already do that?
Well clearly it was because no one else out there and the great mind that Jester was blessed with, it just hadn’t occurred to them. That was okay though, that’s why Jester was here, to come up with all the next best ideas for everyone on the Isle. Just like her zip line idea.
Zip lines people, it was the transportation of the future.
Making her grand entrance, Jester turned her attention to Kailani, grinning as she finished her song and waited for Kailani to return the favor. Which honestly, she kinda didn’t expect her to do, not a lot of people were super willing to join in when it came to songs for some reason, Jester didn’t get it, and she sincerely doubted she ever would, songs were awesome and fun and brought that special little twist, you’d think with everyone’s parents singing all the time they’d be a lot more musical of a bunch.
Okay well, her mom didn’t sing.
But that wasn’t the point, a lot of other people would sing, they had full on theme songs and everything, so if their parents could be cool and hip with their songs, why couldn’t they?
After all, Jester liked to think that this generation was far more cool than the last, so they really had to step up their game in the music department or something.
Time for more impromptu musical numbers. Like that one time she had gone with Eli to Orc Town only to discover her serious high priest was actually kinda fun, that had been a night full of weird orc and Eli music and dance numbers and Jester had been both surprised and way too pleased to find it out.
Anyways, back to the point here.
Grinning over at Kailani, that smile only grew in size when Kailani actually began to sing back, taking the song Jester had heard about nemesises and twisting it into a verse of her own.
Not even Jester could deny how awesome that was.
She has such a cool nemesis.
Letting out an excited, almost silent scream, Jester leaped into the air. ”You sang back!” She cheered excitedly, not quite able to contain her joy over the fact that Kailani actually sang back. ”Dude, that was awesome!”
Okay maybe she shouldn’t be over here, complimenting her nemesis, but in her defense, that was awesome.
Smirking, Jester moved a little closer to Kailani. ”You better watch yourself this time, Lani, you might’ve beaten me the last two times in a row, but I can promise you that this isn’t going to be like those other times.”
Oh no, this year she had been training.
She wasn’t about to lose this time, already she could feel the taste of victory lingering in her mouth - which, victory tasted like chocolate, if anyone was wondering - as she prepared for the match to start.
Then just like that, Celeste gave the go ahead and Jester’s smirk grew.
With the grace of a dragon - which were very graceful, just for the record - Jester leapt forward towards Kailani, she hadn’t gone very fast, nor was her first go very hard, but it was something, it was a start, and unless Kailani managed to knock her out right off the bat, it would be enough for Jester to stay in the match a little longer.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:03:57 GMT -5
Davian Fisker Son of Tip & Dash
Honestly, despite being totally down for anything adventurous, Tierney hadn’t ever really considered how big of a crowd this would be, and even more than that, how many of them were strangers to him. He knew how many people here? The other transfers plus one, and there was no way he could go bug Celeste for help, she seemed pretty busy with those other peeps, talking about the whole thing and Tierney didn’t wanna throw off their vibe by pestering Celeste about who this Fish dude was.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to be the only one that had absolutely no clue who they were supposed to fight and it wasn’t long before he heard his name being called out through the crowds. Tierney instantly swerved around to look for the dude he hoped was Fish. However he wasn’t having much luck finding him, so he did the next best thing. ”Marco!” Tierney called out, cupping his hands over the sides of his mouse like a speaker. ”If you’re name is Fish, shout Pollo back!” He called out as well, hoping that might help.
So, he continued to call out to his opponent, all the while trying to figure out where that voice was coming from until finally he saw a random guy pull this other random guy to the side and ask if he was Tierney. Of course that guy couldn’t be Tierney, since Tierney was Tierney...unless there were two Tierneys. He hadn’t ever met another Tierney before, it would be totally rad to meet one though. He could be all like “Twoney!” And since this was another Tierney, he would totally get it and scream it back at him and then the two of them could just stand there screaming at each other like Tierneys do. Yeah that would be totally bodacious.
Shaking his head, Tierney started over towards the guy that was probably Fish, waving his arms excitedly as if to call him over. ”Hey! Hey you! Are you Fish? I’m Tierney! I think we’re supposed to wrestle!” Tierney called out to him, jumping up and down while he waved his arms around in the air like flappy, drying stretched out potato chips.
It might’ve been a weird analogy, but that wasn’t the point, he spoke from personal experiences and believe him when he said he knew what a flappy, drying, stretched out potato chip looked like.
Done waving his arms up and down, Tierney continued on until he was standing beside presumably-Fish, grinning at him with energetic eyes. ”You are Fish, right? Dude I’m so hyped to meet you, I’m Tierney,” he introduced with ease, nodding his head as he placed a hand on his blue paint coated chest.
Now with introductions over and done with, Tierney glanced around as all the other fights around him started. ”So how do we do this? Do we take turns or do we just, crash into each other and hope for the best?” He asked as he turned his attention back to hopefully-Fish, since he was sure that his opponent would have all the answers for this. At the very least, he sure would know more than Tierney did.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:05:17 GMT -5
Kimberly Slim Son of Alameda Slim & Katherine Barlow
What kind of nerve did this guy even have? Insulting Tex’s hat like that. That was not to be taken lightly. You just didn’t go around insulting a good man’s hat, what kind of example did that set for the children? There were children here Justin, you couldn’t just go around insulting grade a hats like that. Huffing Tex gave Justin the best, unimpressed look that he could muster - which, Tex has a lot of siblings, he had mastered this look by now - Justin had to know he meant business after all. ”You can keep spewing this balderdash about my here hat, but we all know it’s all too pieces all my eye, yer just being all beer and skittles about it.” That was just the truth.
Shaking his head, Tex continued on closer to him. He wasn’t here for chit chat, he was here to beat up some random car-bus feller that thought he could beat the running champ. Plus he just didn’t like Justin, so that was a perk. Sure he was attractive, but he was undeserving of his, or any of the Slims attention. Arizona had found that out for herself. Which, Tex still questioned her move there, but hey, he was a good brother and would let his siblings make their own mistakes, it was literally the least he could do.
Besides, now he had the chance to beat the guy up without any consequences. This was a chance in a lifetime and he was full heartedly going to take it.
As Justin kept talking, Tex raised his brow, arms hanging by his sides, ready for a fight. ”Well dagnabbit Justin, are ya allers this chatty? I thought we were here for a fight, not to gossip like little old ladies, is that what yer doin’ for fun, Justin? Talkin’ when ya should be fightin?’ No wonder my sister dumped you,” he mocked, smirking towards the weird car guy for a few moments as he waited for some sort of response.
Or well, not a response from him but the go ahead from the love of his life - Celeste, not the other two, no matter how attractive they might be - to start this thing. Which, as soon as he did, Tex smirked, casting a quick glance over towards his fiancée, sending a quick, confident wink towards her before he put his focus back on Justin.
Then just like that he charged towards Justin with no previous warning, hitting at him with no real force behind it yet. He liked to think he could’ve taken him down right then and there, but the cheering crowds of his adoring fans were here for a show.
Tex planned on giving them one they’d never forget.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:06:28 GMT -5
Charles Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
Charlie tilted his head to the side, watching Celeste for a few moments. Charlie would admit that he wasn’t that great at most things. Other that knitting and stuff like that, but one thing he was good at - or at least, he liked to think that he was - was picking up on the wellbeing of others around him, and it didn’t exactly take a genius to realize that Celeste was in pain.
Tex’s words replayed in his mind, a reminder to Charlie that he had promised to keep an eye on Celeste. He hadn’t exactly known why before, but it made a lot more sense now. Especially with how...rigid, Celeste appeared to be right now.
Frowning ever so slightly, Charlie moved to Celeste’s side, gently pressing up against her and letting out a comforting, concerned purr. It wasn’t much, but he also couldn’t offer a whole lot of comfort when all he knew for sure was that Celeste was in pain and he didn’t know how or what was causing it. All he could really do was offer a bit of comfort to one of his friends and that’s exactly what he was going to do, even if it meant clinging to the unicorn girl for a little bit.
He said nothing, figuring that Celeste would probably brush away any verbal concern from him anyways. For some reason people seemed to have a hard time admitting when they weren’t doing that well, even if Charlie could tell that that was the case. Maybe it was just...natural to be stubborn, especially when in pain of some kind. Charlie, personally couldn’t relate, at least not on the physical scale, but it made sense in a way that people might try to close off from others when struggling somehow, not wanting to cause any concern for their friends and family.
Still didn’t make any of this any better though.
Staying where he was, Charlie continued to let out that soft rumble from his throat. If anything else, at least it was a way to show that he was there for her, should she ever need anything from him at all. Which was something he told all of his friends, and he meant it too. He’d drop anything to help any of his friends if they needed it. Just like he knew they would help him too if he was ever in need of their help, even if he knew better than to bother them about that.
After all, that’s what being a friend meant, it meant being there for each other no matter what.
However Charlie wasn’t able to think about it for much longer as that was when a young boy made his presence known with a loud scream piercing Charlie’s ears. Honestly, if he was being completely honest, it did sort of hurt his ears, but he wasn’t about to say that.
Sometimes kids had to scream, Charlie got that. Sometimes he wished it was socially acceptable for him to just let out a loud scream out of the blue and get away with it without people asking questions or asking if he was alright.
Sadly once you reached a certain age, it became a little less acceptable to randomly screech like a banshee to get out whatever sort of inner turmoil and emotions you might’ve been going through at the time.
Anyways.
Grinning down at Diggy, Charlie waved at the young boy in greeting. ”Hey there, Diggy!” He greeted, looking back to his fellow teenagers as they got ready to start off the event.
Now this was where he actually had to pay attention, after all sometimes a bit of encouragement was needed to all the people wrestling out there in nothing but their undies, and Charlie was happy to supply some of that good old encouragement, everyone needed it sometimes.
When Collie and Celeste gave the go ahead to officially start it off, Charlie cheered in excitement, hurrying over to get a better look at the matches starting.
He made no comment yet, as it was a little soon to determine what sort of commentary would be needed to throw out today. However Underwear Wrestling was just starting, there’d be plenty of time for talk as the matches went on.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:09:25 GMT -5
Elijah Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
After the rather disappointing outcome that morning with his siblings, Elijah hadn’t had high hopes for anyone else enjoying the sandwiches, no matter how much effort he had put into them - which just for the record, was quite a lot and he would appreciate that being put down on record - so having Khari genuinely enjoy his sandwiches and seem to like them enough to ask for more was a pleasant surprise, and one that Elijah couldn’t stop smiling over.
Perhaps it seemed silly to some, but one person liking his previously only Egg approved sandwiches could be really nice, like that sort of feeling you got when no one remembered your birthday and you go home only to find a surprise party waiting for you.
Not that that had ever happened to him of course, it was pretty hard to forget a birthday when he shared it with two other people and at the very least, they’d remember it right along with him. But he had read about something like that happening in old shows, it was some sort of cliche or something.
Seemed sort of ridiculous to him, after all, no one would want to feel left out or ignored on their birthday, and pretending not to know it was someone’s birthday and avoiding them all day only to surprise them later seemed rather cruel to him. Cruel and manipulative. Why was it such a cliche for that to happen in the first place? What a cruel thing to do to someone, especially if this was something they were teaching children to be okay with, children were the young minds of the future, and of course they’d be hurt if someone forgot their birthday, anyone would be.
It truly was a terrible cliche, Elijah hoped to never be a part of something like that.
Anyways, back to the sandwiches.
The fact that Khari genuinely liked them brought a smile to Elijah’s face. That alone made all of his sleepless labor the night before worth it, he may have bled, he may have sweat, he may have even cried a few times, but it was worth it. Someone actually liked his sandwiches, they were appreciated.
That made everything worth it.
Smile faltering ever so slightly when he was asked if he was alright, Elijah didn’t answer right away, instead he blinked a few times, staring at Khari in confusion. ”I’m fine, this is far from the only sleepless night I’ve had,” he reassured with ease, looking back towards the commotion. ”I always get up in the morning, no matter what, sleepless nights matter not when it comes to how I am the next day.” Elijah had never been a stranger to those nights spent pacing his room, staring at his ceiling, thoughts on a spiral. It had gotten better recently, but even still there were a few nights where Elijah couldn’t welcome the sweet embrace of slumber into his arms, no matter how much he yearned to.
Though, no matter how little sleep he received, Elijah had a duty. One to his family, one to his coven, and one to himself to always get up and carry on, he couldn’t allow for himself to falter in any case, no matter what was going on. He wasn’t allowed such luxuries.
Which was fine. He didn’t sign up for any of this expecting to get days off, or times where he could rest. Besides, even if he was told that he could, he highly doubted he actually would. He was needed, and that wouldn’t change just because he was a little tired.
Watching as the matches started, Elijah’s eyes lingered on Jester. So far she and Dane were the only ones from the coven out in active matches. Naturally, he was rooting for them. However Dane’s match hadn’t started yet and Jester...
Well Jester was off to a weak start.
The green hued dragon girl had struck first, aiming a blow at her opponent - a girl from the crew - however over all Jester’s attack had been...lackluster, to say the least. There was definitely something more to be desired there, something Jester just didn’t quite seem to have.
Luckily, she was close enough that Elijah could give his commentary to her. ”Boo! What was that? Are you dancing or fighting?” He hollered out towards his coven member, no malice in his voice, just playful jest.
Jester seemed to get the idea and grinned back at him, a knowing glint in her eyes. ”How about you sing and we can find out?” She called back, quickly turning her attention back to Kailani, as she really couldn’t allow for too many distractions.
Elijah paused at the mention of a song, cheeks flushing a slight red. Clearing his throat, Elijah looked back to Khari. ”It’s an inside joke, Jester’s part of my coven, she accompanied me one day to Orc Town and wasn’t used to how they do things there,” he explained rather quickly, figuring at the very least Khari deserved an explanation for the specific call out.
Shaking his head softly, Elijah sighed and glanced back to the matches playing out before them, hand resting on the blanket behind him. ”Some people just don’t have the needed flare for negotiation,” he continued, letting out a small, disappointed clicking noise and another shake of his head.
Jester just didn’t understand how things worked in Orc Town.
Turning his attention back to Khari, Elijah looked down at the question. ”Well, you know how it is, everyone has their groups that they sit with, and so many people were participating anyways, I was happy to sit by myself,” he excused easily, tapping the ground for a few seconds as a pause entered the air around him. Finally unable to stand the silence, Elijah looked back to Khari and offered the lion transfer another smile. ”Just as I am more than happy to sit with you this year, it’s nice to have some company, especially someone that likes my sandwiches”
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:10:57 GMT -5
Andromeda Dopplet Daughter of Captain Amelia & Doctor Doppler
Auradon.
Ever since the transfers had first arrived on the Isle, Andi hadn’t been able to get her mind off her old home. The busy cities, beautiful beaches and forests, mountains taller than the tallest point on the entire Isle, and of course the twinkling night sky. It had been far too long since Andi had last seen a star in the sky, and even longer since she had been able to place a foot down on a ship and be out there among the stars themselves.
For as long as she had been on the Isle, Andi had lost hope that she would ever see anything of the sort again. But now...now maybe there was a chance to go back. Which at the very least, Askari deserved that chance more than anyone else.
Andi shot a quick glance back towards the lemonkey with her. A life long friend and even more by now. If Andi was being honest with herself, Askari was the only thing that made the Isle even slightly bearable. With him here with her it no longer seemed quite as bad, even if he deserved so much better than scrounging for food and conning others just to get by. If she could, she would readily give him as many worlds as she could get her hands on. He deserved better than this.
Which was why the chance to get back to Auradon meant so much. If they could weasel their way back onto one of the boats, maybe they could turn things around for the better. Of course, she couldn’t worry about that too much now, weaseling her way in with the twenty or so transfers - she honestly wasn’t sure how many there were by now - could wait for another day.
After all, today was underwear wrestling.
Which honestly, when Andi had first arrived on the Isle and heard about the event it had seemed...strange to her, to put it lightly. The Isle was full of weird things though. Like syrup, how had they gotten syrup so wrong?
It was a mystery, one that Andi was certain she would never figure out. On the plus side, it was kind of fun to take a bottle of expired maple syrup, make eye contact with a random passerby and just down the entire bottle like some sort of heathen. The shocked - and or disgusted - faces she got in return were priceless.
Plus the less these kids knew about Auradon things the easier it was to snooker some sap into buying something dumb, thinking it was actually useful or cool and that meant a good day for Andi.
...It was kind of sad actually that what counted as a good day in her mood now was literally just earning enough money to buy a cheap Isle sandwich. But hey, it was all about perspective, right? Totally. That’s what she was going to tell herself.
This Isle sandwich was half full...that made sense, right?
Yeah, it totally made sense, especially since Andi had long since discovered that a full, good sandwich was hard to come by here anyways. You were lucky if you got a half full sandwich. Maybe they should start selling sandwiches to bring in extra money. Fill it with stuff and call it an Auradon favorite. People would go nuts for that. She could even offer sandwiches pre-made, get even more money off of these suckers as they waited for their special Auradon favorite sandwich.
Honestly this seemed pretty solid to her, she’d have to bring it up to Askari to see what he thought after this whole event died down. Which reminded her that she was definitely going to find that dog boy Cy for this whole sandwich thing. When it came to naive suckers, he was the suckiest. Which meant he was also one of Andi’s favorite people. Right up there with Earl and Chaos.
Charlie was pretty naive too but Andi couldn’t bring herself to properly trick him. He was just too innocent and forgiving, she couldn’t look at those big yellow eyes of his and con him. She didn’t have it in her. Not when he had welcomed her and Askari to the Isle with homemade, personalized sweaters. How was Andi supposed to con someone that made her a sweater with a galaxy theme?
She wasn’t that cruel, no matter what anyone else thought.
Anyways, back to the point, when they had some time to just discuss ideas, Andi was totally gonna bring up the sandwich thing to Askari, they could even make the bread if they had to...though that was an awful lot of work for sandwiches baked out of trickery, maybe they’d just steal bread from other people and use that, that seemed like a better, cheaper, and way less time consuming plan.
Looking around at the growing, buzzing crowds, Andi waited until her eyes landed on one or two people before she responded to Askari. ”Two, possibly,” she explained, looking back to him as she gestured over to a small girl with extremely long and fluffy pink hair. ”Daffodil wandered away from her sisters again, she’s usually pretty easy to trick one on one,” she explained simply before moving her gaze towards someone she assumed to be a transfer.
Actually, on closer inspection, she was positive it was one. While she did vaguely recognize the boy, he didn’t have the half starved, malnourished look to him that any Isle native would have. Even Andi looked a bit more...dull now that she was here. If anything else she had certainly lost a lot of weight. ”Him over there too, he’s one of the Auradon transfers and I doubt he’d recognize us from before, he could be a pretty easy target too,” Andi said, turning her attention back to Askari, head tilted to the side as she looked over her partner in crime. ”What do you think? Or do you have anyone better in mind?” She questioned, keeping her eyes on him.
After all, she valued Askari’s opinion on the whole thing too. He was just as good, if not better at this than she was, and more than that, he was her partner, her equal, it wouldn’t be right to pick two random people and go for it without letting him get a say in edgewise. Andi might’ve been a lying, sneaky cheat with everyone else, but she drew the line with Askari. He had gained her complete and utter loyalty, she’d follow him to infinity and beyond without so much of a question.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:14:09 GMT -5
Elfred Grimhilde Son of the Evil Queen & Buster
As soon as he was done patching up Egg’s ear, Elfie’s mind had instantly shifted into scheming gear. This was an opportunity they didn’t have often, the Isle was practically void of all life...other than the adults, goblins, and orcs but who cared about them? No one, literally no one, they were the whole reason they all had to live on this rotten rock anyways. Sure they “gave them life” and all that crap - well, not the orcs or goblins but still...honestly Elfie was a little surprised he didn’t have a half orc brother running around somewhere, it seemed like his mother’s type...maybe he already did, after all, there was Ethan - but honestly if Elfie was being honest, he’d rather not have existed in the first place.
Not existing would’ve been the best non experience Elfie had ever had.
But no, instead he was stuck here, trying to make the most of it, just like everyone else on this stupid island.
Which was probably why most people were out there, crashing their nearly naked, sweaty, paint ridden bodies together like a bunch of feral gorillas in mating season...if that’s how gorillas did that, anyways, Elfie wasn’t completely sure.
Anyways, while they might all be doing that, Elfie had plans, plans for something way better that that. Or at least equally as good because not even he could deny that it was pretty fun to watch, even if he had never participated in the event.
So, grinning back to his half brother twin, Elfie folded his arms and began to explain his master plan. ”You know those little shacks the transfers from Auradon are staying at?” He questioned, moving around the room. ”Well, about a week ago, after I had heard out about it, our dear older brother Eli pulled me aside and gave me very specific instructions,” Elfie continued, pausing for a moment as he thought back to that encounter.
~~~
”Elfred Elmore Einstein Grimhilde, come over here this instance,” spoke Eli, standing in the doorway with a frown on his face, though that wasn’t anything new, it was a well known fact that Eli never smiled. ”I said come here, Elfred,” Eli continued, folding his arms as he looked over at his innocent brother.
Honestly, Elfie had only been chilling on the couch, reading a magazine from Auradon - it was actually pretty lame but there was a quiz and so he obviously had to find out what princess he was...it was Snow White, just for the record. Which Elfie had a severe amounts of problems with, but there was no backing out now, he’d just have to accept his new identity as Snow Elfie, or Elfie White - anyways, he was just chilling, discovering who he was, and then bam, there was Eli, demanding that Elfie pay attention to him, probably about to tell him not to do something cool again.
But, Elfie was a good brother, so of course he got up immediately and walked over to his overly impatient brother. ”What can I do for you, dearest brother of mine?” Elfie asked nicely, smiling up at his older brother with the innocence of a baby deer.
Sadly, as always, Eli wasn’t in the mood for his kindness. ”I heard you know about the transfers shacks now,” Eli said, giving him one of those Stern Eli Looks™ ”You are not to go anywhere near it, it’s too fun and tempting for you, you’d mess everything up, you cant go,” Eli told him with a stern shake of his head, his manly long flowing black locks of hair swishing from side to side like some sort of raven haired He-Man.
Elfie sighed and bowed his head down in understanding. ”Of course, dear brother, I’d never fight you on this,” he told him, being such a good younger brother.
Then he went back to the magazine to read about what it meant to truly be Snow White.
That’s totally how the entire thing went down, 100%
~~~
”And that’s how it happened,” Elfie explained to Egg with a casual shrug. ”So now, obviously, we gotta go check out the transfer shacks, and what better time to do that than now?” Elfie questioned, smirking over at Egg as he moved towards the door, a mischievous glint in his light green eyes. ”So, you in? You don’t have to wear clothes,” Elfie reminded his twin with a grin.
|
|
|
Post by CreamCrow on Mar 30, 2019 14:10:11 GMT -5
Kelly Sleipnir Beyonce Zhizhu daughter of Kumo and Briar Fingers looked weird. They were little nubs whose purpose was to grab things, poke people, be there. Bending the long digits, there was careful observation how bending the pointy finger caused the rest to bend. Why couldn't she just bend one piece of her finger either? Why must it be every piece of the finger. This was sad and disappointing. It felt like a better idea to chop off the fingers instead. Then she wouldn't need to ponder the existence of it. Though, she supposed she wouldn't be able to pick anything up again. Well, she could still poke people. With nubs. Imagine a hand without fingers. Normally you saw arms with the entire hand, but not without the fingers. Maybe she could keep her thumb. It would look weird, but maybe that was the goal. Her thumb would then be the largest finger. Which is funny that people think of the thumb as the smallest. She thought it look on the same level as the pinkie. Size wise. Since she couldn't actually compare without chopping both off and comparing like that. Maybe she could keep it like that. Then she could poke, give the bird, and still get married. Or engaged. Rings and all that. Then the picking things up was really off the table. She didn't know what the pinkie was used for though. Which was a shame. Maybe she didn't need her pinkie. If she chopped it off... then she could still try to compare the thumb and pinkie. Then she'd still have the rest of her fingers to do stuff. Of course, that didn't change the fact they all still looked weird. Maybe she needed to get rid of all of them and make them reattachable. That would be nice, then she could deal with the weirdness on small biases and still do all this other stuff. She might have to avoid getting a ring in the case of marriage though. Then she'd have to where that finger all the time. And one single finger looked weirder than all five. Well, she supposed there was only one option at this rate.
She grabbed the pencil sitting next to her hand and aimed the little pencil head, the sharp little thing, and aiming it.... aiming it just right, she began bringing it down at a fast rate-
"Kells?"
The pencil missed.
Kelly also screeched and fell backwards in her chair. Less important. On the ground, she looked up towards the sassy child standing over her now. Unamused amber eyes stared into her and it was honestly startling and a little scary.
Only one way to deal with a scary cat! Kelly grinned at the frown above her, moving her arms behind her head. "Zi! Zi, how are you doing? What's up, wanna join me in separating my long nubs from the large nub of a hand?"
"No."
"That's fair," Kelly reasoned, moving up with a smile in a happy happy fashion. "What's up?"
Ziada sighed and shook her head. Well, someone wasn't happy, peppy, cheery today. "Kelly, I know you have the attention span of a goldfish, and I don't want to know how you managed to find a working desk and drag it in the middle of this, but I didn't want you to.... chop off your fingers-"
"Nubs."
".... Nubs. Right before you get into a competition." Kelly looked around a little confused before noticing the people. Huh, there really was a lot of people out here. And a competition? What kind of competit-
Kelly moved upwards with a giant grin. "Right! Who am I fighting?"
"You didn't check?" Kelly just blankly stared. "Right, you just realized what's going on. Twila, you're fighting Twila."
Kelly grinned. "Heck yes! This is gonna be fun! Bye Ziada, I'm gonna go yell for Twila. I can't wait to fight! This is gonna be a lot of fun, right? Right!" She didn't give the lion girl a chance to respond before dodging off and happily wiggling as she looked for her fellow crew member.
|
|
|
Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 16:17:02 GMT -5
Yougo Desiree Drakken Daughter of Shego and Dr. Drakken
"Heyoooo! Anyone named Elaine holed up around here?" Today was underwear wrestling day, and Yougo was hyped beyond hyped. She'd been waiting for this day for...364 days. 364, right? Yeah, yeah. Technically 365, since the second the event started, she was ready for next year's. She'd trained ferociously, with both her mom and her brothers, and she was ready to kick tail from one end of the ring to the other.
Whose tail she was kicking, she didn't know.
Well, she knew, or at least knew this kid's name, but she didn't know who the heck this Elaine girl was. Or guy. Could Elaine be a guy's name? She'd need to ask Igo and Wego about that later. She was guessing Elaine was a girl though, since genders usually weren't mixed up in wrestling unless there was a tie. "I'm ready to kick some butt over here and waiting until I'm old and gray isn't gonna help you win!" She called into the crowd, grinning. She assumed this Elaine girl was an Auradon kid, since she knew pretty much all the kids on the Isle at least by name and face. It was pretty easy to do when you were all crowded on a tiny little rock all the time. Faces started becoming familiar. And Elaine wasn't familiar. So she could at least narrow down her opponents to the 20 or so faces she didn't recognize.
|
|
|
Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 16:27:42 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"I ain't old, Cy, I'm just gettin' started ya little ankle-bitin' pup!" Camp hooted back with a grin, the taunts rolling off of him easily. He wasn't scared of no little scrap with his even littler brother. In fact, this would be a pretty dang good warm up for when he took the rest of the tournament by storm. Maybe he could write a victory song to rub it in for the rest of the year, after he'd sent the little scamp running with his tail between his legs.
"Flappin' your gums like that at me ain't gonna help you win, though. This is a wrestling match, not a rap battle." A smirk was thrown at the bouncing brother in front of him, but that was all the warning that Cy got. Family was family, and it was the most important thing. Unless it was underwear wrestling day, where it came time to put all your chips on the table and pray you got bragging rights in the family for the next year.
And this year it was gonna be him.
Camp lunged forward to grapple Cy, attempting to wrap his arm around his neck and drop him to the ground. Cy was a wiggly little bugger, and definitely had more energy than Camp ever did -- maybe he was getting old after all -- so the sooner he could stun his brother and get him pinned, the better.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:26:08 GMT -5
Austin Slim son of alameda and katherine
Just right over there was his opponent. It was always nice when the person he was looking for was nearby. Saved time and energy, which right now in this moment they needed the time for underwear wrestling and the energy to kick each other’s butts - or in this case, the energy for Kit to kick Hal’s butt and the energy for Hal to effectively get his butt kicked. Just because the pirate had been hidden away for a year didn’t mean Kit was going to go easy on him. This wasn’t something to take lightly or something to go easy on people with. Maybe some people would go easy on their opponent, but that wasn’t how Kit played this game. He took it seriously. He even took it seriously whenever he was just trying to take the underwear off his opponent. That had to be an instant win if that happened, right? If somebody could get their moves just right and then take off the other person’s underwear than that was a show of stealth and precision. Maybe it wasn’t exactly strength, but it showed cunning and the ability to swoop in and take over the situation. Besides, this was underwear wrestling, not naked wrestling. If somebody got naked before they were supposed to that had to be an automatic out, it just had to be. Ya know, maybe he should ask Celeste about that. Why hadn’t he already asked about that thought process in the first place? It wasn’t like he never saw her or anything, she was always hanging around the stables. Yeah, he was totally going to ask her whenever he got the chance. Maybe after this match he could sneak in the question. That’s what he was going to do because he needed answers.
What stopped him from going on about this for any longer was the voice of Hal snapping him back into reality. Kit was no longer thinking about forcing people into being naked and could actually focus on what was going on right now.
He hadn’t expected to hear what he had from the other man, but Kit wasn’t anything but amused by it. ”I do look pretty good, don’t I?” He asked with a look of pride dancing across his face. He even puffed his chest out a bit like some sort of cocky rooster. Nobody on the Isle was full of muscle, that just wasn’t how it worked here, but for the most part the Slim family did fare pretty well compared to others. A lot of it was probably from all the work they did out on the stables, but muscle was muscle no matter how little it was, and on the Isle a little bit of muscle could go a long way. Sure, Kit wasn’t some ab-riddled monster, and he honestly didn’t even really have abs to start with, but muscle was still there. He was still pretty strong, and that totally meant he looked good as well. The self-proclaimed oldest Slim quadruplet - the Slimruplets - didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but he would totally be able to look at his near naked self in a mirror, finger gun, and tell himself he looked good.
Even if his crush for Hal had faded by now, Kit had to admit that the pirate still looked good. He cowboy couldn’t help but look Hal over with his blue gaze, taking in the sight of his own half way naked body that was covered in dry paint. He wasn’t sure what everything on Hal was supposed to symbolize - Kit didn’t quite understand those pirates - but it did look good and it looked exceptionally well on Hal.
Which, instead of just staring at the pirate he probably did need to return the compliment. ”Same to you, can’t wait to get my hands on your muscles even if I’ll be knocking you out of the tournament.”
With that being said, Kit took a deep breath to ready himself. This was it, he was about to start his first match of the day right here and now. ”You better get ready!” Kit called out as he charged forward. Maybe he shouldn’t have warned Hal that he was coming for him to have the element of surprise on his side, but Kit was going to start things off just to where maybe Hal had a chance. Couldn’t go all out on the first round, that would be boring and would be unfair to his opponent who deserved at least a few moments of wrestling before he was completely put out of the game.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:27:34 GMT -5
Ezra Grimhilde son of the evil queen and magic mirror
Even if he didn’t think his ear needed any tending to, he was still and quiet for Elfie as the dog boy cleaned the blood up and bandaged it up. Egg had to admit that his ear did feel better after it was patched up, and he was honestly extremely grateful and appreciative of his brother. Where would Egg be without Elfie? Probably somewhere in the ground if he was being honest. He would be just another random pile of bones somewhere out there on the Isle. At some point of his bones would be taken from the ground by some kind of animal. He would go with dog, but that was stereotypical and he didn’t want to stereotype dogs even if they totally went after bones all the time. But he needed an animal that he wasn’t posing a stereotype on. What about… what about a…hmm, he needed a moment to think. What sort of animal could he use for this bone stealing scenario that didn’t continue some sort of stereotype?
Oh!
He had it.
A seagull. Nobody ever said anything about seagulls stealing bones so he was totally going to use seagull here.
Anyway, back to where he was going with his whole hypothetical “world without Elfie” situation.
Without having his wombro in the world with him Egg would simply be a skeleton in the ground until a seagull came along to dig up his body. Could seagulls dig? Probably. They had weird little feet, Egg was sure they could dig around in the ground if they tried hard enough. But back to the point here. A seagull, which he was imagining to be in a little pearl necklace and in a pink sun hat along with wearing bright red lipstick - beakstick? - was going to come up to his bone pile, steal his sacrum right from the rest of his bones, and drag it off to a secluded nest somewhere on Serpent Prep territory. Once there the seagull was going to hike its little leg up into the air and just pee all over his sacrum. That bird was going to just let it rip. Just right there, pee all over his butt bone like it was a typical Tuesday morning. Ya know, he was gonna get that seagull back. His ghost Egg self was going to haunt that seagull and return the favor by peeing all over it. And you know what? He wasn’t going to stop at just the seagull. Nope, he was going to go all out and pee on the seagull’s nest as well. Maybe even the seagull’s family. Maybe include extended family into that as well. Ya know, if he was going all out with his revenge plan he might as well just pee on his own sacrum bone as well just to reclaim it. He had to make sure the world knew that it was his own bone, not the seagull’s.
Wait.
This scenario couldn’t work. Seagulls couldn’t pee. But the scenario was already so detailed and so worked out that Egg couldn’t just go and change the fact that a seagull had done all of this. This just meant it was time for him to change the way nature worked and make it so that seagulls did actually pee. There was no way he was going to change the seagull out for another animal after he had gotten this far. So in his world birds now urinated. Which this entire thing wasn’t even important, but it was something that Egg needed to get out there.
When hearing Elfie speak up, Egg was pulled out of these thoughts and turned his attention back on his brother, intrigued by what kind of interaction his twin had with their older brother. It was bound to be interesting, Egg knew it. There was no way such an interaction would prove to be boring.
As Elfie went on to explain what had happened, Egg listened as intently as he could with one good ear and one bandaged ear. Honestly he could listen pretty well with only one good ear. That would be something he’d have to add to whatever resume he might have to make one day. It could go right under one of his strengths. Everybody would want to hire him then. Not like he needed a job when he made good money with his fanfiction commissions and drawing commissions, but that was still something he could put down on a hypothetical resume.
Anyway, Elfie’s story.
”Elfie,” Egg started. He widened his eyes to look at his brother, a look of mock surprise plastering itself over his face. ”You wouldn’t dare defy our dear older brother Elijah like that, would you? What if he finds out?” Egg asked with a shake of his head. ”He’d have us bend over and expose our glorious butts so he could slap us with sticks as punishment. Then he’ll throw every shoe out into the ocean so you could never chew on something ever again, and he’ll put me in clothes.” Egg was obviously being dramatic about all this, he knew the worst Eli would do is talk with them about repenting for their sins, but Egg had a part to play right now. ”After he punishes us his heart is going to be broken because we went against his words. He’s going to hole himself up in his room and sob for days. He’s going to look at Dori and be all “Dori, Egg and Elfie are usually so pure and angelic, why would they ever go against me? Did I do something wrong? Are they intimidated by my ever growing good looks and charming personality? Are they going through a rebellious teenage phase? Oh, Dori, please help me”.” Egg attempted his best Eli voice, which wasn’t exactly bad, but it wasn’t the best, either. It was pretty average if anything.
After the Eli voice attempt, Egg felt a wily smirk pull at his lips. ”I’m in. You lead the way, O Master of Shack Finding.” He wasn’t going to let the chance to spend time with Elfie slip by. It was long overdue that they get into something together, and exploring something that was supposed to be off limits was the perfect way to bond with his half brother twin.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:28:44 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
She probably wasn’t doing a very good job of it, but Celeste was trying to hide the fact that she was in pain from those around her. Okay, she knew she was doing a terrible job at hiding it. Arizona had noticed something was off before she had went on to get ready for her first match, and then Tex had noticed something was off with Celeste before he had also went start up his first match of the day. The unicorn didn’t want anybody to worry about her, especially since she was pretty sure the pain was coming from being way too stressed over this entire thing. Honestly she had no right to be this stressed over all of this. She had been doing this for two years now and knew the ropes, and she wasn’t even somebody who had a lot of pressure put on them in the first place. If anybody was allowed to be stressed to the point of actual physical pain it was Collie, not that Celeste was wishing any of what she was dealing with right now on the mafia leader, but the de Vil had a lot more to worry about than Celeste. This was Collie’s first time hosting this. That had to be nerve wracking on its own. Then there was the added fact that somebody had been killed at the Sanguine just a week before. Murder was never easy to get over, Celeste knew that from experience. Add all of that to the fact that they had to make good impressions to Auradon transfers into all of this and there was an entire recipe for stress soup. Celeste really didn’t need to add her being incompetent onto what seemed to be an ever growing list of Collie’s. She needed to be lowering the mafia boss’s stress, not increasing it. Hiding that she was going through immense pain every few minutes was the least she could do, but she was doing a terrible job at it and needed to do better.
Her sucking at hiding that she was in pain was all the more confirmed when she felt something soft and warm press up against her. For a split second her mind had yet to register that the person doing this was Charlie and she felt a sliver of panic rise attempt to rear its ugly head. All she felt was somebody up against her. Even if she hadn’t been pulled into a random hug by somebody that wasn’t Del or Tex her mind jumped to the thought that she was about to be hugged by somebody that she didn’t trust with having their arms and hands around her back. What if somebody was out to get her? What if somebody wanted to get her down while she was already struggling and lash her open all over again, wanted to sink their teeth into her and tear her apart until she was nothing more than a broken, bloody mess? What if...what if…
No. She was safe. She was okay. Everything was fine.
Even if the panicked thoughts felt like they had lasted for minutes the reality was that the thoughts had come and gone all within a second or two. Her mind soon registered that the person leaning up comfortingly against her was only Charlie. He wouldn’t do anything to her. Charlie would never hurt her. He wouldn’t hurt a single soul. She could trust him. She was safe with Charlie. He was even somebody that she could feel comfortable in a hug with and even somebody she felt comfortable with if he were behind her. The cat boy was somebody she could trust, somebody she felt comfortable with, and having him right at her side in this moment was nice even if she had obviously made him worry about her.
Giving herself a moment to take in the gentle presence of Charlie, Celeste closed her eyes and let out a slow breath of air to try and calm herself even further. There was still an uncomfortable feeling there in the pit of her stomach, but overall she was okay. Everything was fine. The tournament was going to go smoothly and everything was going to be just fine. She needed to stop letting her emotions get to her. She needed to keep calm so that she didn’t start worrying anybody else that needed to pay more attention to everything going on instead of her idiotic self. She had to be okay for not only herself but for everybody else that was involved. That was going to be a lot easier said than done, but she had to do it. She had to do it for the sake of everybody involved.
It meant a lot to her that Charlie would reach out to comfort her even if she hadn’t wanted to go and worry anybody. Wanting to somehow return the favor and show her appreciation, Celeste leaned forward just a bit to wrap her arms around the cat boy for a moment. She could have said something along the lines of “don’t worry about me”, but this was Charlie. No matter if she said that or not she was sure he would worry about her. She didn’t want him to, but at least she understood what was unavoidable in this situation. ”Thanks,” she murmured to Charlie. It wasn’t much, but she appreciated that he was willing to be there for her even if she was being extremely dumb about this whole situation. She just needed to calm down and then everything would be okay. Thanks to Charlie she was feeling a bit better. Something was still off and she could feel it, but the little snuggle had worked well enough that Celeste felt like she could go on without alarming anybody else. Or at least she hoped so.
Another thing that helped keep her mind off of whatever was going on with her was the presence of Diggy. There was no way Celeste was going to let herself do something stupid that would end up with her nephew getting himself into something he couldn’t get out of. What if she lost track of him and he turned up after having bit somebody’s finger off and now that person was out for revenge even if Diggy was only four and didn’t know any better than to bite fingers off? It had taken Celeste until she was at least eight to realize that biting fingers wasn’t socially acceptable, though she still had moments where she lashed out and bit things, other people, or even herself, but still, four was young. Four was still an acceptable age for kids to bite and people just needed to get over themselves and understand that. If somebody wanted to get mad at Diggy for biting then they would have a very angry unicorn to deal with. She still knew how to use a stick to beat somebody up with.
Her thoughts were pulled away from her when the little boy she had just been thinking about spoke up. ”Charlie! Hi, hi, hi!” He chirped, quickly jumping at the cat to give him a quick hug around his legs. His attention didn’t stay on Charlie for too long as the little demon turned back to Celeste, eyes wide and questioning as he started to reach out for the microphone that was in her hand. ”Can I?”
The logical response would be to tell Diggy no. There was no telling what he would end up saying in the mic, but then again, this was underwear wrestling, they had probably heard a lot worse from Celeste herself than whatever Diggy could come up with. Celeste didn’t think it would hurt to let her nephew have the mic for a minute or two, and if things got out of hand then she could just take it back from him as simple as that.
”Don’t get too crazy,” Celeste told him as she handed the mic down to Diggy, the little boy jerking it out of her hand from pure excitement.
With what he wanted now in his grasp, Diggy gave a few bounces of excitement. He first started with a few little excited screeches before calling out, ”Dad! Dad, Dad, hi, Dad! Rip his eye out!” Diggy excitedly called out in what had to be too much excitement for a four year old telling his father to rip his opponent’s eye out. ”You can win, Dad!” If anything Diggy was more than supportive. Though apparently that was all he wanted to do for now as he handed the mic back to Celeste and immediately shot toward Collie, looking up at her with a slight tilt to his head. ”I gotta tell Dad he’s gonna win with yours now,” he told the mafia boss, hands reaching out in hopes of Collie handing his her mic as well.
Not thinking Diggy was being too much of a terror, Celeste didn’t try to stop him from speaking with Collie. If he became too much, as Celeste knew he very well could, then she would do what she needed to keep him under control. Though now that she had the mic back, she did turn her attention to where her brother was with his first match of the day. ”You’ve got this, Dane! Maybe don’t tear any eyes out, though.” Maybe. If he really, really wanted to she couldn’t stop him, but tearing out eyes would probably get him kicked out of the tournament for the rest of the day and nobody wanted that. Celeste really didn’t want to have to tell her brother to stop.
Her attention soon turned to Tex, catching his wink toward her. ”Go get em, Tex!” Not that he needed the encouragement or anything, Celeste knew he was going to go out there and win like he always did like some kind of sexy cowboy god of kicking butt. She was going to have to tell him that eventually, that he was some sexy cowboy god of kicking butt and she enjoyed watching him slam that sexy cowboy naked body into other naked bodies that weren’t quite as sexy but still decent to look at. Yeah, that totally made sense.
For now, though, Celeste was going to go quiet on her end and allow Collie or even Charlie some room to comment on any of the matches going on right now. She would have more to say later on once the matches really got going, but for the moment she could offer some encouragement to at least her brother and fiancé. It wouldn’t be long, though, before she really got going with the commentary and would have to be told to shut up and stop.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:30:22 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Hesitation was something Khari could very easily pick up on. Maybe it was a predator thing, but being able to spot a pause in a place where it may have otherwise not been was something he could do rather easily. Or maybe it was because he himself had moments like that where even he would freeze up, where he would hesitate and not have a single word be said. He had been in plenty of situations like that, but this sort of hesitation was different. This was the kind of hesitation that happened when somebody was perhaps hiding something or perhaps trying to think of a way to phrase a particular statement without causing worry for the person they were interacting with. Khari appreciates that, he did, but that still didn’t stop the worry and concern that rose in him like some kind of ugly creature rearing its head up high. Eli was his friend, and Khari was going to worry about him no matter what. Knowing that sleep was hard for him to come by was concerning no matter what, especially with how busy Eli was. But what could Khari even do about that anyway? Sure, he could sit there and drown in his own worries, but that wouldn’t do a single thing. And it wasn’t like he could go into Eli’s room at night, lion blanket him, and force him to sleep. That wasn’t something he could do, either. In the end there didn’t seem to be any way Khari could help the other guy, and that made him feel disappointed in himself. Friends were supposed to help one another, right? Was he being a good friend to Eli if he couldn’t help him? If this was somebody like Basu then all Khari would have to do would be stick some sleeping medicine into a bar of chocolate or something like that, but this wasn’t Basu and what if Eli didn’t even like chocolate to begin with? There were people out there that didn’t like chocolate, and while nobody could like chocolate as much as Basu and Bala, it was just odd for Khari to think that some people out there in this world didn’t like chocolate. Even still, he might just have to ask Basu if he could borrow some of his chocolate to give to Eli. It wouldn’t help him sleep, unless Khari did do the sneaky route and stick sleeping medicine into the chocolate. Which, he’d have to find some sleeping medicine first and then do that. Actually, all of that was just a bad idea in general. He needed to not even think about doing that to Eli no matter how worried he got over the other man’s sleep.
Despite still being worried, Khari had to get it in his head that there wasn’t much, if anything, he could do about Eli’s sleeping habits. Maybe for now he’d let it go. Eli...seemed to be doing fine as he was, and if this was normal for him then maybe it was okay. But that ‘maybe’ was a pretty big one, and Khari knew he was still going to worry about this. He just needed to let it go and focus on the bigger picture here; Eli seemed fine, he knew what he was doing, he could take care of himself. He didn’t need somebody like Khari telling him how to live his life when Khari himself had no idea what he was doing half the time anyway.
Luckily he wasn’t stuck on those thoughts any longer when the matches started up. There seemed to be quite a few going on at the moment, and Khari wasn’t exactly sure which one to pay the most attention to, at least not right now. As he sat there and waited for any one of the matches going on to truly pique his interest, he did find himself taking another sandwich, enjoying it just as much as he had the first. He sat there in his own little bubble of silence for a good while, attention soon turning to the match between two girls he had never seen before; well, he might have seen one of them before around the docks, but beyond that he didn’t have any names to put to faces or anything of the sorts. Elijah seemed to be pretty familiar with one of the girls, though, and he was more than content to sit there simply watching and listening to their playful exchange.
It was moments like this that showed Khari a side of the Isle that nobody on Auradon talked about. Then again, people on Auradon more than likely didn’t know this existed since everybody back home saw the Isle as a place of savages and murderers, a place full of kids that had no qualms in stabbing one another in the back. It was a place where murders were supposed to happen five times a day - there had only been one so far since Khari had arrived and that was a lot less than what he had expected - and where everybody hated one another no matter if they had reason to or not. Yet, so far, Khari hadn’t seen any of that. He had only witnessed friendships and bonds and kids looking out for one another. There were certainly differences between Auradon and the Isle, but Khari had yet to see anything that would make him believe these kids were heartless. He was still wary and on edge, but when was he not? Khari had never really been a relaxed person even on Auradon. So far the Isle didn’t seem like a bad place, not at all, and it was the interactions like this that proved it.
While he could have allowed himself to think about the orcs and how the thought of them instantly caused some fright to rise in the pit of his stomach, Khari instead focused on what else Eli had said. In fact, the lion even managed a chuckle, glancing out toward the arena where the matches were taking place. ”Seems like there’s quite a few here that don’t have a flare for much of anything dignified,” he joked, realizing that what he had said wasn’t the nicest thing that could have been said, but the words had been there and he didn’t think Eli would necessarily find them insulting. Hopefully not. Besides, Khari himself didn’t have much flare for being dignified, at least in the way that a prince needed to be.
All of that aside, he shifted his gaze back over to Eli as he listened to what he had to say next. He supposed that was true, the whole particular group thing, but even still, Khari found it hard to think that nobody would want to sit with Eli. It was a bit saddening to think about if anything. ”Well,” he started, a faint smile pulling at his lips, ”I’m not the best company to have, but I’m glad you don’t have to sit alone this year.” That was something at least. Khari knew he was pretty boring company, but as long as he was around he could at least keep Elijah company and make sure he had somebody to sit with.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:31:02 GMT -5
Askari Qarad-Varecia son of abu and suri
Andi always knew how to pick out pretty good people to con. She had a knack for it, and Askari was willing to go along with anything she decided on. He trusted her and her judgments completely and all the way without a doubt, anything she decided then he knew he would agree with. … Well, he probably wouldn’t agree with any decisions of hers that would outright lead to her getting hurt or, even worse, killed somehow, but for the most part the lemonkey was always willing to go with what Andi had in mind. He was there to support her through thick and thin just like he knew she was there to support him at any time he needed it as well. They were there for one another, always having one another’s backs. It had been like that since even before the whole getting kicked to the Isle thing happened. Getting thrown on the barren rock had for sure made their bond even stronger than it had been, and while Askari could only be grateful for that, he wasn’t a huge fan of it all. He could survive just fine here. Yeah, he went to bed hungry most nights, if not every night, and he no longer looked as healthy as he once had back on Auradon, but he could live with that. He could live with staying here forever. The thing that bothered him the most was the fact that Andi had been thrown off like trash as well. She deserved better, so much better, than this. He could very easily go on about his thoughts on this for a second time, but this time around Askari had to stop himself from plunging in too deep. They had business to tend to, and if they wanted to make some good money today then he needed to be completely focused on the task at hand. There wasn’t any time for staring off into space or getting lost in his thoughts. He needed to get in the zone.
Daffodil and… Okay, he didn’t have a name for the other one Andi had mentioned. He looked familiar, he really did, but Askari had been gone from Auradon for long enough that he couldn’t place many faces and names to one another anymore. Now if he had had to figure out if somebody was a Bête or not then he was sure he could do that. There was no way he would be able to not tell one of those princes and princesses apart. But as for this guy...yeah, Askari couldn’t quite place a name to him. At least not yet. Maybe if he thought about it for a little while longer he’d be able to recall a name, but that wasn’t important right now. Right now he needed to pick their first target of the day and go from there.
Okay, it was either Daffodil or the transfer. Andi was right about one thing, the pink haired hummingsheep was rather easy to scam when she was alone from her two sisters, and a transfer would surely be easy to con into buying something that they could play off as being “authentically Isle” or something that could “help them survive the Isle”. The transfer didn’t look to be all that bright, either. Askari had learned from his hobby and passion how to read people, how to tell if they would be easy or not, and the guy looked easy enough, but there was a small hesitation in Askari’s acceptance of picking the guy as a target right now. He didn’t doubt his abilities or Andi’s, but perhaps they needed to start off simple, start off easy. They knew how Daffodil typically worked when she was off on her own. They could get something out of her fairly easy. While Andi was more than likely right about the transfer not being able to recognize them - they had both changed a lot since having been brought to the Isle - Askari didn’t want to risk a mishap so early on into the day. Not yet. He was totally going to get his hands on some of the transfers at some point today, but maybe for now they needed to stick to what they knew best, and that was the Isle inhabitants.
Having made his decision, Askari nodded his head in the direction of Daffodil. ”Let’s go for the puffball first. The transfers might be on edge right now about the whole underwear wrestling thing,” Askari added, knowing from experience how confused he had been over this whole ordeal when he had first heard about it. ”We give them a bit to settle down and get this whole thing wrapped around their heads and then see what we can get out of them. There’s no way I’m not getting my hands on some Auradon things today.” He cast a look toward Andi that was something that could only be described as sly amusement.
Without another word he, knowing that Andi would be right there with him, made his way over to where Daffodil currently was, already going through his mind of all the ideas that he and Andi could pull on her this time around.
|
|
|
Post by . on Apr 24, 2019 8:40:21 GMT -5
Cyrus Dev McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
“That’s what you think, old man!” Cy shouted, not caring how much attention he drew. Well, he normally didn’t care anyway, but this was underwear wrestling. Loud was good. Attention was good. And he wanted all the attention as people watched him destroy his older brother. Destroying your older brother was very good. What would he do with the bragging rights? Maybe he’d hold them over Camp’s head and turn his older brother into his personal servant until the next year came along. Then he’d just win them again. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Camp, huh? Think you got the energy to keep up? Or should we call this match off so you can go take your daytime nap? I know you oldies like your sleep,” he pointed out, a big grin on his face and an excitement in his eyes.
He figured that was the best strategy with Camp. His brother was a decent wrestler (not as good as him, of course. Nobody was as good as him), so Cy figured he needed to tire Camp out. Then it would be easier to get him down and claim the championship for himself this year. Well, he had a lot of people to beat before getting the official championship, but beating Camp was it’s own championship. I’m a way, that even meant more to him. Defeating your older brother was cool and then Cy would have bragging rights for the entire year. Plus, then he would just be able to prove that he was the better brother. He knew it, and he was sure other people knew it. Maybe even Camp knew it. But with winning this, then he would prove it. And proof is what mattered to him.
Cy wasn’t prepared for Camp to lunge at him. He should have been, but Cy was more focused on the brotherly trash talk at the moment. He grunted, but did his best to wiggle out of his brother’s grasp. He was not going down that easily. He stuck a hand in Camp’s face, as if attempting to somehow temporarily blind his older brother. Just long enough for him to wiggle out of the grip.
He couldn’t go down that easily.
|
|
|
Post by . on Apr 24, 2019 8:43:42 GMT -5
Nevada Hawthorn Slim Daughter of Alameda Slim and Katherine Barlow
Though it was a good day, Nevada didn’t know what to expect from Arizona. Sure, Arizona certainly wasn’t the most warm and welcoming of her siblings and they were about to strip down to their underwear to fight, but still. Some part of her had been hoping that maybe the event would put Arizona in a better mood. Underwear wrestling was one of the highlights of the year and one of the few things to look forward to on this hunk of rock.
She had already stripped down, and it left the young Slim actually feeling more confident than she did in clothes. Maybe she should start stripping down more often? Not when she working with the hay or animals or anything, but when she was just chilling. It wasn’t too weird to see people walking around the Isle naked. Maybe she’d join them.
She crossed her arms, still gripping her slingshot tightly in one hand as she looked at Arizona. It had been a gift from Cooper, who Nevada was actually surprisingly close with, for her 10th birthday and it was the one she’d been using since.
She didn’t respond right away to Arizona’s words, looking down at her slingshot instead. Oh, she had no plans of letting it out of her sight until she was physically fighting with her sister.
”I have plenty of muscle,” she finally said. Maybe she didn’t have quite as much as some of the kids around here, but she certainly had more than some. It just came with the work she enjoyed doing outside. ”So, no, Arizona, I didn’t plan on entering the ring with this. I just... like having it with me.” Some people fidgeted. Some did the leg bouncing thing. Nevada just liked to play with her slingshot, whether it was rubbing the smooth wood, picking at the frayed grip, or playing with the bands. She shrugged, her thumb running over the ‘N.S.’ that Cooper had carved into the wood.
She shook her head, deciding it would be best not to push the issue any further. ”Let’s just... get ready to fight,” she said, looking around. She spotted a tree out of the way and turned from her sister to do a quick little jog over there. She carefully set it down, looking around and feeling a slight disappointment when she didn’t see Cooper anywhere. He was the one person - besides maybe a couple of her siblings - that she trusted with her sling shot.
As she headed back to Arizona, she could feel a heavy gaze following her every move. She looked over and locked eyes with Justin for just a moment, shaking her head and looking away. ”That guy’s a creep. I hope Tex shows ‘im who’s boss,” she said, no doubt that her brother could destroy the boy. ”I can’t believe you actually dated him.” Even if she wasn’t Arizona’s biggest fan, she still didn’t like the idea of her sister dating someone that was (a) a real jerk, ( a creep, and (c) clearly thought way too high of himself.
The younger Slim shook her head. Today was for underwear wrestling and Arizona was the only one she needed to focus on right now. Tex would take care of Justin and knock him down a peg. Maybe then he’d see that the Slim family wasn’t to be messed with. Speaking of that...
”Have you seen Kit? I wanted to give him a hug before his first match,” she said, looking around for any sign of her other brother. Well, not other as if he was the only other one. She had plenty of brothers beyond Tex and Kit, and other sisters beyond Arizona. Really, she just had a lot of siblings in general.
Surely that meant they wouldn’t even notice if she was gone, right? They wouldn’t miss her, but also wouldn’t hate her. She didn’t contribute enough to the family, wasn’t good enough. Surely one of the other girls was enough to be themselves and a better Nevada.
She realized she was way zoned out from the conversation. Like way zoned out. How much time had even passed? Hopefully not too much considering it seemed that things were right where she had left them.
She shook her head. This fight would be her last chance to prove herself. If she lost... well, maybe she was right then. She wasn’t good enough for this life and she try confiding in one of her siblings, or just slipping away over night and finding someone else to live with.
Maybe Cooper. Nah, he’d just try to talk her into going back to the Slims. Maybe the Grimhildes? They had plenty of kids and would surely not notice one more. Or de Vils? Nah, there was no way she could stay in the Mafia if she left the Slims and she didn’t want to face Collie if she left the Mafia. She hated to disappoint anyone and she just wanted to fit in.
The Grimhildes were the best option. Maybe if they did end up noticing her, her bringing her dogs and horses would be enough to get them to let her stay. Yeah, that would work. If she lost to Arizona, she’d just do a naked slither on down to the nearest Grimhilde and figure out the best way to sneak into their house.
Maybe.... Maybe...
No, that was a terrible idea. Stick to just sneaking in and pretending to be a Grimhilde, Nevada...
Well, Hawthorn. If she didn’t win this match, she certainly won’t have earned the name Nevada. She’d have to become Hawthorn Mills for sure. Or Hawthorn Grimhilde? Or maybe she should try to blend in. Erica Grimhilde. There. If she didn’t win the match, she’d underwear slither to a pack of Grimhildes and call herself Erica.
At least she had her plan now.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Apr 25, 2019 19:56:58 GMT -5
Arizona Slim daughter of alameda and katherine
There was nothing wrong with having a comfort item, Arizona knew that. She herself didn’t necessarily have a comfort item, but instead she had something like an entire comfort pack. Just an entire pack of dogs. Fifteen of them, actually. None of them were an item, they were living, breathing creatures that did more than just take rocks or whatever else and shoot them across a particular range of area. If she ever needed comforting her dogs were always there for her whether it be all of them at once or just a few or even just one. Usually if it was just one it was Bean. The little dog was certainly a little terror to most people and other things, but to Arizona he was the sweetest little canine that ever did exist. Maybe he had a bit of little dog syndrome and thought he could conquer the world like some kind of all powerful dog, but he was still the best little dog in Arizona’s eyes. He was sweet and cuddly and just meant a lot to her. All her dogs meant the world to her, but she had to admit she had an even bigger soft spot for Bean.
Compared to most of her dogs who she either just found as regular Isle strays and impulsively took them home, Bean had actually been born under her care. One of the first ever dogs Arizona had actually picked up off the street had been a small little she had named Pinto. Turned out she had actually rescued Pinto and her four unborn puppies. She had no idea that Pinto had been pregnant when she had picked up the little dog. Even for a small dog Pinto hadn’t looked like she had been carrying puppies. She had looked wormy if anything, and worms were just a part of living the Isle life, especially with dogs and other animals, but never once had she even thought of the possibility that Pinto was going to have puppies.
Until she had woken up one morning to check on Pinto only to see she had four puppies with her.
There had been a lot of surprise followed by excitement only for all of that to crumble and fade away like salt in water. Arizona shouldn’t have been surprised, not really. Between being a stray on the Isle and even just the conditions a dog that was taken care of on the Isle had to go through should have given Arizona enough warning that not all the puppies would end up okay. But what thirteen year old instantly went to the thought of half the litter being stillborn? Not Arizona when she had been thirteen. That thought had never ran through her mind. So when that was what she had come across that morning… There were two puppies that had still been alive. One had been weaker than the other, but Arizona had been determined to keep them both safe. She had been determined to keep those two and Pinto safe even if that meant giving up everything for herself. If she had to she would sacrifice everything for those dogs. She still would even now for the dogs she had. In her mind her dogs and their lives were much more important than her own, and she would willingly give stuff up for herself if it meant helping her dogs.
But anyway. Back to Bean’s tragic backstory on how he came into the world.
Arizona had been really worried about Pinto as well. The little dog had obviously not fared well after giving birth to her litter, and Arizona had been terrified at the thought of losing her as well. That night she had stayed with the momma dog and her two surviving puppies, but even then no matter what she had done wasn’t enough and even still, five years later, Arizona could vividly remember everything that happened as Pinto and the weakest of the last two puppies took their last breaths. There had still been one puppy left, and that little puppy would eventually be named Bean, but after that Arizona had been devastated. She had cried and screamed and had kicked around on whatever she could feasibly kick all the while punching anything she could get her hands on as well. At some point Kit had come out to try and comfort her, but him being there and him seeing her completely broken down and in tears had only made things worse for her.
So instead of telling Kit to leave she had done the truly appropriate thing of punching him. If anything Kit had been lucky and Arizona had only hit him in the shoulder, but she had still put quite a bit of force into the attack. It had gotten Kit to leave, though, and that was what she had wanted. She didn’t want people to see her as some sobbing and screaming mess. She didn’t want people to know she was a failure in keeping her dogs safe. She didn’t want people to see how much of a failure she was.
Though, between it all, she had gotten Bean out of that ordeal and now she wouldn’t give anything for that dog. He was her baby, her son. All of her dogs were her children, but he was certainly a particularly special dog. So yeah, Arizona totally understood having comfort things, but her idea of a comfort item was far different than Nevada’s.
The older of the two let out something of an amused snort at her sister’s words. ”Alright, if you say so. Let’s see how long you can last without it, then.” She shot a quick look toward the slingshot with her blue gaze. ”I’ll be generous here and give you ten seconds before you’re out of this tournament.” Nobody could ever say Arizona wasn’t a little cocky. She was a rather proud individual, and honestly, if she didn’t watch it, that was going to one day get her into some big trouble.
By now she was ready to get into this and show everybody watching that Tex wasn’t the only Slim to watch out for, but it seemed like her little sister had more to say. A huff of annoyance slipped off her tongue as she registered what Nevada had to say. What did Justin have to do with any of this? ”And here I thought this whole thing was for wrestling, not chattering on. If I wanted to sit around and talk I would be back home.” Though being at home wouldn’t give her all that much time to talk, either. Back home Arizona was usually off working on whatever needed her attention at that moment. Between just the regular workload she also had her dogs to take care of and whatever else she could get her hands on to work with. Honestly she didn’t have a lot of time on her hands for chatter like this, but she especially didn’t have the time for it when right now she needed to be getting into gear here and beating the snot out of Nevada in front of just about every kid on the Isle.
Once again she was about to just get right into everything and take her sister down when Nevada spoke up a second time to ask about Kit. ”Pretty sure he’s already getting into his first match unlike us,” Arizona muttered, clearly annoyed by now with this constant talk coming from Nevada when they needed to be getting into their own match. ”Seriously, Nevada, if you’d rather go and chat just tell me so I can find somebody who actually wants to do this. I don’t have time to sit around and talk.” Once the words came out she gave no time for anymore mindless chatter on Nevada’s part as she bunched herself in preparation and sprung forward, ready to finally get this show on the road.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on May 26, 2019 17:23:49 GMT -5
Feral Ethan son of the evil queen and fidget
Okay hi yes sorry for a second Feral Ethan post I just don’t want this place to get locked for inactivity when it’s not technically inactive we’re all just busy and screaming but somebody’s gotta keep this place alive so here goes another 500 words of me just rambling and using Feral Ethan as an excuse to do so.
With the years of experience he had as a creature that could go relatively unnoticed for the most part, Feral Ethan was able to keep himself under the radar, at least for now. He screeched and screamed a lot, sure, but that was only when he wanted to be seen or when he wanted to fend somebody off because he was sure they were after some of his hard earned food or even after his squirrel. He didn’t just screech whenever he felt like it; there was rhyme and reason to his loud noises. Feral Ethan had learned how to be just as quiet as he was loud if he wanted to survive, and so he had learned just that and had truly become a survivor. As perhaps the oldest of the feral kids he had taken a lot of the younger kids under his wing and taught them all about the ways of how to be feral. Perhaps it had just been the day before when he had taught a feral little girl how to climb trees. The Isle didn’t have that many trees, and the ones it did have were as good as dead, but it was still an incredibly important skill to have as a feral kid. The little girl that had smelled like a lot of the people Feral Ethan ran into near the docks picked up the skill rather quickly and she did pretty well. She wasn’t as good as the squirrels Feral Ethan called family, but she was good nonetheless and he had given her a passing grade on her tree climbing skills.
Here, though, his tree climbing skills weren’t needed. Well, maybe they could be if he was spotted and needed a quick get away. He could use his climbing abilities to scale one of the nearby buildings and get away if he needed to, but for right now he was still hidden. Luckily for him the more he looked around and took in the scene unfolding, people weren’t paying attention to their surroundings like they typically did. Something else was drawing their attention. Something bigger than looking out for some feral kid skittering about. Feral Ethan had no idea what it was, but he knew something was going on and everybody was distracted. This was a good thing, though. It meant he could get away with taking food from people a lot easier than what he typically had to deal with.
Now getting closer to the main crowd of people, Feral Ethan paused in his prowls. He didn’t want to get too close lest he actually be spotted, but he had to get just close enough so that he could scope out something that he wanted. Luckily for him it didn’t take too long to find what he wanted, and it didn’t seem like it would be too hard to get it, either. There was a boy nearby that looked around Feral Ethan’s own age, but he didn’t seem to be a threat. Feral Ethan had learned how to tell when somebody or something was a threat, and judging the other boy the feral one had nothing to worry about. He had this. He was going to take this other boy’s...whatever it was. Honestly Feral Ethan wasn’t sure what it was he was about to steal, but it was reminiscent of things he had taken before. If he was lucky he could bite into the thing and get some weird liquid that was like water but not really. It was sweeter and tasted redder. Could red be a taste? Even if it wasn’t it was now because he had just made it so.
Thoughts of colors being a taste aside, Feral Ethan stalked forward on all fours as usual. He pressed himself close to the ground, brushing up against the dirt from time to time. Every so often he would pause in his steps, check to make sure he was still undetected, and then start back up again. Once close enough he reached out to grab the weird shiny and crinkly container of red sweet water.
That was where he messed up.
Just as his hand curled around the container, the boy who he was taking it from turned to grab it as well. Feral Ethan wasn’t fast enough and before he could run off he found his hand being grabbed by the other boy’s. Soon he was looking straight into the other guy’s yellow-brown gaze that widened with surprise as he came to the realization that some feral kid was stealing his stuff. ”Hey!” The boy growled, pulling his arm toward himself in an attempt to pull Feral Ethan off.
The feral boy returned his own growl, which sounded a bit more like the chitter of a very angry squirrel, and acted on his first instinct.
So he bit the guy.
He didn’t bite too hard, but there was enough force in there that it would be taken as a warning if the guy didn’t let go. He wanted this sweet red water and he was going to fight for it. The other boy let go with a sharp hiss of air, Feral Ethan able to jump back and hold the water thing in his hand. Without wasting another second Feral Ethan took off, bounding toward a nearby building with ledges that looked easy to grab onto and climb.
”Get back here!” Yelled the boy he had just stolen from, but of course Feral Ethan kept going. He didn’t have any plans of ever giving the sweet water back. It was his now. The other kid could go and find another one somewhere else; if he had wanted it bad enough he wouldn’t have left it out somewhere where it could have been so easily stolen.
He could tell that the other boy was gaining on him, but Feral Ethan was quicker. He switched from holding the sweet water in his hand to carrying it with his mouth as he reached the building and propelled himself forward. Like a true squirrel he shot forward and scaled the building with no problem, hearing a whine coming from down below. Curious just enough to check it out, Feral Ethan moved himself to where he could look over the edge of the roof and glance down to where the boy now stood. There wasn’t a look of anger on his face like Feral Ethan would have expected. Instead there was a sickly sweet smile on his face as he looked up. ”Next time I see you I’ll tear your skin right off your body as painfully as possible.”
Feral Ethan was sure he’d be able to get out of that situation if it ever did occur, but he didn’t continue to egg the boy on. Instead he slipped away from the edge of the building and found himself sitting down in the middle of the roof. Before long he had torn into the top of the sweet red water container and started drinking away, rather proud of himself for what he had gotten today so far.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 2:54:11 GMT -5
Henry Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Oh no.
He had heard.
As warmth spread throughout his face, Hal did his best to ignore it. He had held onto that small amount of hope that maybe Kit hadn’t heard what he had said and wouldn’t have felt a need to comment on it. However that didn’t happen and now Hal had to live in the aftermath of his own stupidity for the rest of the day - probably longer, knowing how things could get to him - while he thought back to this exact moment in time where he truly wished the ground would open up underneath him and swallow him up. Honestly that sounded great at any time of the day, Hal would not object if at any point in time the universe was like “yeah this isn’t working out” and simply extract him from existence, but this was one of those moments where he was sending a silent prayer to the universe in hopes it would take mercy on him and actually do him in this time.
However, Hal should’ve known better, for the universe took mercy on no one. Especially not when it walked hand in hand with karma.
That’s when this whole conversation got so. much. worse.
Kit had complimented him back.
Now, Hal didn’t exactly get compliments very often. Which was understandable since the only people he really talked to were his disapproving, drunk father, the imaginary ghost of his deceased best friend, and the occasional chat with a crocizard that was frankly, done putting up with him by now.
So yeah, compliments were few and far in between, which Hal totally got, he didn’t really deserve any sort of praise anyways and everyone else knew that, so why should anyone ever tell him something like “hey good job Hal,” or “lookin’ good Hal,” when he neither ever did a good job or looked all that pleasing to the eye.
Typically he was a lot more greasy than he was today.
Finally realizing that he still hadn’t actually answered Kit, Hal took a sort of shaky step forward, glancing down at his paint coated chest before looking back over to his opponent. ”...Oh, um...” he glanced down again, then back up, shrugging awkwardly at Kit. ”It’s probably because I showered,” he finally replied, nodding in affirmation. That was totally why he looked marginally better than the typically greasy, dirty, gross, hobo looking ship rat he usually was. Showering typically did make people think you looked nicer than you actually were.
Suddenly, the fight had officially started and as Kit started at him, something snapped Hal out of whatever thought process he had most likely been about to lunge into. Letting reflexes and instinct take over, Hal dodged quickly out of the way as the cowboy barreled toward him.
Now this was familiar to him.
The rush of air hitting his cheeks as he moved quickly around the arena, his feet pressing against the ground, ready to leap out at any moment, eyes sharp and focused on his opponent as Kit came at him, adrenaline rushing through his veins, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. This was second nature to him. Just like the times he had fought with the sharks in the ocean, or the drunkards at the tavern, or even dodging out of the way of the shattering bottles his father would throw at him.
This was what he knew how to do. No social skills needed.
Giving the smallest of smirks, Hal slid on his feet until he had spun around Kit, pushing his feet back just enough to give him the oomph enough to push himself off the ground and jump right at Kit, elbow ready to pound into his back.
Kit might’ve looked rather good - envious really - but that didn’t mean Hal had any intention on going easy on him.
|
|