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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 23, 2010 23:58:24 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
"This is a public service announcement this is only a test," a voice rang out from deep within the territory. A loud, melodic howl, filled with the bliss of the beautiful day before him, and what a great day to be spending in the Junkyard, looking for... well, junk! "Emergency evacuation protest! May impair your ability to operate machinery!"
And off Strychnine Twitch went, continuing his song as he dug through a mound of stuff, searching for anything of interest. Really, there was no point to what he was doing... he just needed to create something fun for himself to do at this point. Everyone else seemed to be busy with their own business, but hell, what was there to do on a day like today other than hang out in the Junkyard or go to the shoreline? Twitch sure as hell couldn't think of anything that had to be done, so why not just chill? Right?
"Can't quite tell just what it means to me. Keep out of reach of children, don't you talk to strangers! Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker!"
And as his singing continued, Twitch found himself bounding up the side of one of the junk piles, standing on top of it as if he were a king. Idly, he saw a few canines and felines look up at him like he was crazy, others look at him like he was a foolish child, and another few staring in utter confusion. He couldn't blame them for any of those things, because hey, he was a crazy, foolish, confusing dog! I smirk graced his maw as the creatures below him continued to walk by, muttering amongst themselves about his unique behaviors.
Oh but they hadn't seen a thing yet....
"Warning, live without warning!" he belted, sliding down the junk pile and leaping off at the end only to land on an abandoned old lounge chair. He let himself go limp on it, relishing the feeling of fabric under his belly. A flashback of his life before it became what it was now... a disaster in a sense, came to him in the moment of nostalgia.
Twitched closed his eyes, and suddenly, he was a puppy again; his mother, siblings, and owners were all still alive and well. He remembered clearly, the room where his favorite human, a boy named Billie, would take him and only him. It was their spot... their private haven, and Twitch would always sit on his chair while Billie grabbed and instrument and got lost in his music. He'd watch and listen for hours, respecting his master's enthusiasm and dedication.
Oh how he wished those days still existed.
And yet, at the same time.... he thought as he opened one eye.... He watched as the beings around him were working together on various things. Building dens and nests, catching prey, and even just simply grabbing things that were out of reach from each other and handing them off. Dogs and cats, working together. Grudgingly on the most part, yes, but it was a large step in the right direction. That thought in itself warmed Twitch's heart to no end, and a strong sense of hope rested on his shoulders as he looked on respectively.
He had yet to make a friend in this Tribe, but he didn't think it would be long until someone as enthusiastic as him would come along. Besides, he really hadn't been here many days yet. These dogs and cats still treated him like he was almost invisible... well, when he wasn't singing at least. That would all change soon, he hoped. He owed his life to these animals after all....
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jul 26, 2010 16:31:09 GMT
The junkyard smelled. Of course it did, it was a junkyard. Why wouldn't it smell? There was basically rotting crap everywhere. Snorting to himself, Doc padded along the grounds, skirting around broken glass and jagged, metal pieces. "I'd rather not get a cut, thank you very much."
[/b] He said to himself as he walked around. The junkyard was always a very interesting place to be for Doc. There were magnificent contraptions that had been thrown out by humans long ago, and was not in possession of the dogs. He sniffed around the place, hoping to find some sort of prize. It wasn't long before he approached an odd contraption. He cocked his head and tried to figure out what it was. It was mostly made of mental, with curly wires and spikes, but there was also glass and it was just brilliant. "Oh, you are beautiful!" He cried, not really caring that he was talking to himself. "I've never seen something so beautiful. Look at that metalwork. Absolutely gorgeous. If only we could make something as brilliant as this. But we can't. We have paws, not hands. It's a shame, really."[/b] He rambled as he sniffed about, prodding his nose against the odd thing. He still couldn't figure out what it was, but he guessed that didn't really matter. Finally giving up with it, Doc jumped back and began walking again. "What a lovely day!" He cried suddenly, "Why can't everyday be like this? If only we lived further into the southern hemisphere and perhaps not on the edge of a tectonic plate. Oh, that would be perfect! Shame, really. He rambled as he looked around, wondering where everyone is. "Huh, it would be so much simpler if I wasn't alone. Where is everyone, anyway? Don't wander off, that's what I say. It's frustrating, it is. Hm, hello? Anyone here? Anyone?" He called, his voice echoing around the junk as he padded further into the junkyard, keen on finding someone to talk to. ooc; why yes, he does ramble a lot XD[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 26, 2010 19:45:11 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
Things started to wind down considerably in the Lexis Tribe Junkyard. The day started to grow hotter as the sun rose in the sky, and both cats and dogs had decided to take cover in the shade... but not Twitch. Twitch was a freak of nature in many ways, and even with his thick black fur, he let himself turn belly up to the sun, its warming rays lulling him into a state of blissful state of unawareness. To himself, he continued to hum and sing little bits of lyrics here and there, willing himself to finish the song he had been belting for no real reason. Habits were hard to break after all....
Of course, this didn't last terribly long, because suddenly, just as he was drifting off into sleep, a voice rang out, "Hm, hello? Anyone here? Anyone?"
Ears perking, Strychnine Twitch flipped himself over, flopping to the dusty ground without a care in the world. He didn't recognize the voice, but hey, he was happy for any kind of company he could either play a prank on or just hang out with on a day like this. "Yeah, over here!" he yowled back to make sure the other dog didn't leave. Eventually, he made his way over to Doc, tongue lolling out of mouth from the heat and running.
Doc seemed a bit lost in his own world, fascinated with a piece of metal something-or-another on the ground. Twitch tilted his head in curiosity, wondering what was so interesting about a human invention. If it was laying around a junkyard, chances are it was broken, and even if it wasn't there was no way for any canine or feline to use it.... so why be so interested? Maybe Doc was like a crow and hoarded shiny things? The thought put an amused smile on Twitch's maw as he bent his neck down to level his eyes with Doc's.
"Hello? Anyone in that thick skull of yours?" he joked. He noticed that Doc's eyes were covered pretty well by the fur in his face, so it was hard to read his emotions. Hopefully, the dog would realize he was kidding and take the joke lightheartedly as he should. "My name is Twitch. Strychnine Twitch. Are you part of the Lexis Tribe too?"
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jul 27, 2010 13:10:38 GMT
Doc's head shot up when he suddenly heard a reply. Well, he hadn't been expecting that! "Brilliant!" He cried, walking slowly in the direction of the voice. It wasn't long before he came face to face with another dog, and he grinned happily, his smile lopsided as he wagged his tail eagerly and completely invaded his personal space. Doc had no concept of 'personal space' or right and wrong, so he did whatever he liked. Doc let out a loud laugh when his skull was called think, and he leaned in close to the dog to whisper rather loudly, "My skull is brilliant. It's bigger on the inside!"
[/color] He let out another barked laugh before jumping back. He started to circle the dog, inspecting every inch of his body. Hello Twitch. Strychnine Twitch! It's good to meet you. I'm Doc, y'see. Although that isn't my real name. That's a secret, so hush. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm Doc. Of course I'm part of the Lexis Tribe! It's brilliant. Pah, I mean, there always has to be some evil, doesn't there? So cliche. But this Tribe. Well, this Tribe is fighting the evil. How magnificent.[/color] He rambled happily as he stopped in front of Twitch again. "Twitch. That's an extraordinary name. Is there a reason why you're called that? What does Strychnine mean? Is it another language? Not one that I've heard of before. Then again, I'm not good with languages. Hola! Bonjourno! Ha! Can't even do the accents."[/color] He continued to talk, barely even taking a breath to speak again. It was very nice to have some company here. He missed having friends. But now he had Twitch! Twitch was good. Did Twitch like metal? Maybe they could stare at metal together. Everything was just beautiful around here. Doc wanted to explore even more! [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by rochelle on Jul 27, 2010 15:17:38 GMT
Silvery paws carried the curvaceous figurine of Rochelle, through the empty streets of Hexasol. Walking off a curb, she stepped delicately onto the dusty streets; they were empty and still. Silently she walked across the middle then hopped onto the other side. A thin layer of dust had made itself comfortable on the bottom of her rough black paw pads. After standing still for a moment, she had the idea of descending towards the Junkyard, not one of her favorite places to go, but somewhere she could go and find some type of entertainment. With that idea in her head, the silver female coiled her long thick tail to the left of her frame. The concrete sidewalks were old, and broken;they seemed to crack like black obsidian would if touched or placed down to hard. Hefty paws accompanied with tall and toned legs carried her swiftly over the hard grounds. After a few short moments, Rochelle trotted up towards the entrance of the ancient Junkyard. Silver's and aluminum's laid across the scrap metal covered the dirty Junkyard ground, different cars of shapes and sizes were scattered all across the scenery; their paint seemed to melt off as their windows were busted out. Hot sun rays seemed to beam down upon Rochelle thick pelt, as she continued her tour across the waste land. Silvered ears twitched back and forth before they jerked forward at the soft tune of voices, Grey eyes scanned the landscape. Lowering her neck, the hybrid pressed her rubbery black nose towards the ground; searching for a scent. The earth smelt like copper, and that's when two scents seemed to latch onto her nostrils. Their scent was strong, and had a masculine taste to it. Two males.
Lifting her head back up, a small grin seemed to be carved across her silver splashed muzzle as she continued to walk steadily. Following the scent carefully, their musk was strong but it seemed to get mixed in with the disgusting smell of the Junkyard. Her sleek body stepped carefully into the scene as she approached them. ' Hello there. Hope I'm not intruding ' She said with a coy grin. Her eyes were full of cat like curiosity, and across her silvery muzzle was a grin of sincerity. She didn't recognize the two, but it would be nice to introduce her self, to possibly make friends.
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 27, 2010 17:25:27 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
Twitch blinked in surprise at the enthusiastic reaction in Doc's voice, only slightly absorbing what he was saying. Clearly, this dog was laced with some sort of foreign energy on this hot spring afternoon... and Twitch... well he loved it. He needed someone with this kind of enthusiasm to be around, because he too, was a passionate soul... though Doc's level of passion was probably up a few more notches then his own. He rose an eyebrow as the male circled him like he was prey, but shook it off. Twitch had met odd folks before, and he was not going to be unnerved that easily.
His ears flicked up and his tail swung back and forth in joy as Doc asked him about his name. In truth, he wasn't sure why he was named so oddly. His owner had given it to him a few years back... but with some investigation, he had managed to find out just what Strychnine was. "It's uh... a type of poison I believe?" he answered. He wasn't sure how to explain it any better, because hell, he wasn't a human. He didn't invent weird things like that.
Twitch was just a free soul, uncaring, and probably a bit off his rocker too. But hey, he wouldn't be Strychnine Twitch without that craziness. A smile grew from ear to ear on his maw as Doc attempted to try some accents, and then, with a deep breath, he took his own jab at an Irish accent, "So Doc, you feelin' lucky today?" It wasn't a great attempt, but it wasn't terrible. He only did it to have a bit of fun anyway. Regardless, he dropped the accent quickly and said, "Pleasure to meet you Doc. I'm new in the Lexis Tribe, so I'm glad I could make a new friend--" but he cut himself off as another scent filled his nose.
A female.
Curiously, he looked out to see Rochelle, and immediately, he was happy to have some more company. When she called out a quick greeting and tentatively hoped she was not intruding, Twitch responded with an almost booming, puppylike voice, "No no! Nothing to interrupt. We were just getting to know each other! Who are you? I'm Twitch, and this here is Doc!"
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jul 27, 2010 20:07:33 GMT
Doc had realised that he hadn't really given Twitch time to speak, but he was so absorbed with his own voice that he barely noticed until he heard Twitch speak about his name meaning poison. Poison? Hm, Doc should've known that. Poison. Hm, he'd better store that in his bigger-on-the-inside brain. Then he wouldn't forget that again. Doc liked that, although Twitch didn't look much like poison, did he? He wondered why his parents named him after poison. What a horrible thing to do. It was just asking for the pup to grow up evil, wasn't it? Why couldn't they call him Flower or Sunny? Then they'd be bright and happy. Then again, if Twitch was evil then he'd be in the Tempest. On the contrary, he was here with Doc! Brilliant! Doc realised that he hadn't spoken in a while, and his eyes widened in surprise. What was keeping him from talking.
"Oh, poison! Of course, right, yes. I'll remember that. Brilliant." [/color] He muttered as he paced, sniffing everything that caught his interest, but then Twitch spoke in an Irish accent, and he shook his head, "No... don't do that. Just... don't."[/color] He winced, before continuing in a Scottish accent, "Although Scotland, now that is a magnificent country! Well, I say country, but I have no idea anymore. Might not even exist anymore. Well, as I was saying, Scotland's good, aye?"[/color] He winked before looking up at surprise at a newcomer. Well no, of course she wasn't intruding. But it was nice to find someone else to talk to. Having just one person could get a bit boring and repetitive. But now... well now he had two to talk to. How brilliant! "Ah yes, I call myself Doc. And this dog here has two names. Can you believe it? Strychnine and Twitch! Not only that, but he was named after a poison. I'll never forget that now, thanks to you Twitch. Oh, I never did get to ask you, Twitch, but do you Twitch a lot? Not that I was being rude or anything, I was just curious, y'see..."[/color] He trailed off, blinking a few times. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 29, 2010 19:52:39 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
"Uhh, do I twitch? Twitch? Twiiiiitch," he trailed off, his tail coming to a halt. In all honesty, he couldn't remember why in the world he was called Strychnine Twitch. His owner had said something about a 'stage name', whatever that meant, but he couldn't recall what exactly. Still, that wasn't precisely what Doc was asking. Did he Twitch, well....
His tail started wagging again as he let out a smile, "I do if I'm reeeaaally ecstatic!" With that, he jumped up, bounding around Doc several times like a puppy might to a full grown dog. "What about you? Why do they call you Doc? You a smarty or something? If you are, we must have a battle of wits! Wits are my specialty! Ooh, oooh, and we must collaborate on some pranks to pull!"
The possibilities in his mind were growing as Twitch skidded to a halt in front of Doc again. This dog... he was nuts, but enthusiastic. Almost mirroring Twitch himself. Together, they would be one hell of a team. The thought amused him to no end. Twitch and Doc. Doc and Twitch. Imagine the reputation they could make if they went around causing some fun mischief!
Idly, Twitch looked over his shoulder, wondering where the female went. She seemed to have walked off, unnerved by the two male dogs being... themselves. Strychnine Twitch shrugged, and awaited Doc's reply. Usually, he was a bit more mature then he was acting today, but for some reason, the sun brought out the puppy inside him.... or maybe it was the lack of water he'd drank today. Perhaps the heat was getting to his head. He did have all black fur after all....
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Jul 30, 2010 18:53:09 GMT
Doc cocked his head and stared at Twitch, before a huge, dopey grin emerged from his face and he wagged his tail furiously, as though it would be possible that if he wagged it fast enough he would lift off and start flying. Doc yipped happily as Twitch jumped around him, and he turned his body to try and keep up with him, but it only ended with him getting dizzy and blinking quite a few times to keep his sight in tact. "Woah." [/color] He blinked again, then turned back to Twitch. When the question about the origins of his own name came up, Doc put on a smooth smile and stood up again. "My real name is a secret. I call myself Doc because it's brilliant. I mean, think about it. There's the almighty catchphrase: "What's up Doc?" and then there's the nifty guy out of Snow White, and doctors are just brilliant!"[/color] He whooped with joy as he remembered back in the days when humans ruled, the doctors would heal people and make them better. Not that they had been very good at that when the virus had came along... but never mind. "And I'm clever! My brain is bigger on the inside, so I can store away all those memories and thoughts and information like a computer. I'm a walking computer!"[/color] He burst out laughing, before shaking his head. Stepping forward, Doc tilted his head. Doc and Twitch. Twitch and Dog. T to the D. D & T. Well it had a ring to it. "Now you're getting the idea. You'd make a great companion!"[/color] He barked joyfully, flicking his chocolate head so that the fur in his eyes flopped about playfully. He really was starting to like this Twitch fellow. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 31, 2010 22:30:01 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
"Now we're talking!" Twitch yowled. Oh yes, a partner in crime. It was all he needed right now. A friend. Someone to share his joys and rare moments of sorrow with. Wagging his tail, Strychnine Twitch let out the biggest, goofy-toothed grin he could, "Then let us go give the pack a message. That we have made a glorious partnership. Brothers from another mother. You know, all that fun stuff. What do you say? It would be great to set up a prank for when the rest of them got back... don't you think?"
Not a flicker of worry passed through Twitch's head despite the fact that not everyone in the Lexis Tribe were as fun loving as he and Doc were. Still, he couldn't help but be excited. Oh the possibilities! A flicker of mischievous light passed through Strychnine's eyes, but he decided... well, he always came up with the plans. He was a natural leader, but he barely knew a thing about Doc so... maybe this time he would lay low and let his new partner in crime decide what to do.
Besides, the word partner meant that they would work together, right? Well, this was a good chance to find out as any.
"So Doc, the heat's fried my brain. You have any brilliant ideas we can use?"
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Aug 2, 2010 13:52:40 GMT
Doc snorted, not really thinking that the pack would actually care if they were now partners in crime. Still, he was quite enjoying the other enthusiastic dog that was bouncing about. He seemed to match his own bottled up energy, which Doc had never found before. "A prank?" [/color] Doc asked, wondering whether that would be such a good idea. Pranks could somehow get out of hand and someone could get hurt. Doc didn't want that at all. He shrugged, "Nothing cruel. I won't stand by and let you hurt another one of our Tribe members."[/color] He said sternly, voice full of authority. It was a rare time when Doc used that voice, but he hoped it still worked. As for brilliant ideas that wouldn't end in tears for everyone, Doc raised his head to the sky and shrugged. Doc may be clever, but when it came to pranks... well, he wasn't all that good at them. An idea began to form, and he looked over at Twitch with knowledgeable eyes that seemed far too old to fit the young dog's face. "How about we twist a few rumours up? You do know that there are plenty of rumours twisting around in this city. One of them could cause the fall of a major pack, whilst another could have us in stitches. What d'ya say?"[/color] He asked eagerly, wagging his tail at the thought of creating some hilarious rumours to tell the rest of the Tribe. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Aug 4, 2010 0:12:29 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
Twitch's ears flattened when Doc got serious with him. He wasn't a violent dog. Not at all. He hated violence. He was the most non-aggressive dog he knew! He did like to mess with people, but not at the expense of their lives, health, or general mental state of being.... But Doc wouldn't know that. They'd just met... and it was at that point that Twitch finally calmed down...
Everything fell into perspective now that he wasn't acting like a puppy, and he mentally cursed himself for being foolish. He was beyond this stage. He should be acting like an adult! He was one, after all... and yet, he couldn't help but feel that he had had no childhood.... He basically had to grow up or die on the streets without an owner. So of course, he chose the first option, because nothing detested Strychnine Twitch more then quitters.
"Don't worry," he finally assured Doc. "I know I may act out of my age, but I'm still wise enough to know not to hurt anyone. I just like to stir up some laughs, if you know what I mean...."
And apparently, Doc certainly did know what he meant, because suddenly, he suggested starting a rumor. A light shined through Twitch's eyes that he hadn't experienced with such intensity in a long while. Oh yes, this was going to be fun, "A rumor huh? Well, what if we matched a Tempest and Iris together? No one would believe it at first, but I bet if we twisted a story around enough we could get it spread. I've never failed at this sort of stuff before, so I don't plan to now. What do you think, partner?"
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Aug 5, 2010 18:28:05 GMT
Doc nodded slowly. This dog seemed to understand him like no other dog. That was good, at least. He had an odd sort of feeling that perhaps he and Twitch would become good friends to each other. They just seemed to click together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that sat side by side. Doc looked forward to spending more and more time with Twitch in the future. They'd be great partners in crime. Like Bonnie and Clyde! Except... without the murder. Thinking up rumours to use against other members made Doc grin wolfishly as he wagged his tail and listened to everything that Twitch had to say.
The thought of a Tempest and an Iris member together make Doc bark out a loud laugh. A cat and a dog? It was unheard of! No one ever believed that a dog and a cat could fall in love. It wasn't like they could impregnate one another! It would cause havoc, however, if the rumour got out between the two packs. It could cause one or both the pack's downfall. It was one thing that Doc hoped for; for both packs to go down the drain. And what better weapon than words?
"Fantastic idea!"
[/color] He groaned, nudging Twitch happily, "If it gets out, the packs would be in pieces! Now, shall we involve names?"[/color] He cackled at the thought of the Tempest leader, Gravity, and the Iris leader, Florence getting together in secret. It was laughable! Snorting under his breath, he began to form plans in his head, definitely looking forward to the outcome of their devious little plot. Oh this was going to be absolutely brilliant. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Aug 5, 2010 19:25:07 GMT
I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE The Jesus Of Suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of
"Two names... two names...." Twitch trailed off, his mind going into deep thought. His tail came to a halt slowly as he raked through his mind of members of Tempest and Iris that he'd heard of or encountered. Unfortunately, Strychnine Twitch was not great at remembering names that had nothing to do with his immediate life... because hey, what was the point in keeping useless info in one's head? He did however, know the two names of the leaders. Who didn't at this point? They were much too famous.
Gravity and Florance. The thought was absolutely preposterous... and yet... at the same time, if it were to work... then the Pride and Pack might be in a war sooner than they expected. A flicker of worry washed through Twitch's mind at this though... he didn't like fighting... and he certainly did not want to make the Lexis Tribe get in any trouble.
Then again, if they executed this right, they could really cause something epic to happen. Maybe, if the two leaders were smart, they would confront each other and work things out? Sure, why not be hopeful. Besides, this prank was just too much fun to ignore.
"I think we should blow this up as much as possible. Let's tell them that Gravity of the Tempest Pack and Florance of the Iris Pride are getting together in secret. That should make a few heads turn in shock, don't you think? Plus.... oh man, what will the members of each of their groups think? I can imagine the faces. Priceless I say, very priceless!"
With that thought finally put into words, Twitch's tail started to wag at rapid-fire again, "Doc, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
SODA POP AND RITALIN No one ever died for my Sins in hell as far as I can tell At least the ones I've gotten away with!
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Post by ♥Picasso on Aug 6, 2010 12:32:50 GMT
Doc had to stifle a very loud laugh when Twitch mentioned the two names that they were going to frame. Great minds seemed to think alike. The thought of watching the reactions from both packs made him snigger even more. They'd all be horrified by the thought of Gravity and Florence actually meeting up in private with their little love affair. He wished he would be able to see Gravity and Florence's reaction himself, but knew it would be pretty damn impossible, unless they sneaked into the packlands. They'd be murdered on sight. He sighed, but continued to wag his tail as his mind thought up how to go about this silly little rumour. Oh, this was going to absolutely brilliant.
"Have I ever mentioned that I love your brain, Twitch? You're very... brainy." [/color] He stopped with a frown, before continuing, "Now, we must make it realistic. My thoughts are that one of us witnessed the two of them meeting up in private. We witnessed them speaking all soppily about their love for one another, before going back to the Tribe to tell everyone what we've discovered. That's a good plan, yes?[/color] Doc was shaking with excitement. He just hoped this rumour would be believable enough (which it probably wasn't) and hoped that it wouldn't get too out of hand. If Gravity and Florence found out that it was he and Twitch that started the rumour, they'd probably rip them both to shreds. Doc didn't particularly want to die, thank you very much. Ah well, it's always to get the last laugh in before you snuff it. [/blockquote][/size]
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