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Post by isaac on Jan 11, 2012 5:52:35 GMT -4
"Uh oh, I think I took a wrong turn in Saskatchewan. Pretty place, though. Puts a spring in my step to be here."
Isaac bounces along the unfamiliar terrain, looking for building, a person, or even a a signpost to get his bearings from.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 13, 2012 14:00:08 GMT -4
"Oh yes, I see him" Jen-Jen The Clown said into her toyish cellphone. "I'll take care of it, dear."
She then walked over, a wiggle in her hips that would make most men melt. "Hello!" she said to you.
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Post by isaac on Jan 13, 2012 16:31:58 GMT -4
"Yowza!"
Isaac does his best wolf whistle, wiggles his eyebrows and sidles up to the pretty clown girl.
"Well, hello yourself, dollface. What's shakin'? Besides the obvious, I mean."
Isaac leers at her 'assets' and wiggles his eyebrows again.
"Isaac's the name, and all pranks are fair game."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 14, 2012 14:34:22 GMT -4
"Fancy yourself a cartoon character, do we?" she said with a serious look. "Well, follow me, I think I have something you'll like."
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Post by isaac on Jan 14, 2012 16:08:16 GMT -4
Isaac bounces along after her, doing his best to imitate the pursuing gait of Pepe Le Pew.
"Mon cheri, I am coming."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 15, 2012 14:02:05 GMT -4
She glared at you. "Don't try anything, Tex Avery, or I'll have an anvil hit you right on the head. A real one."
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Post by isaac on Jan 15, 2012 23:55:21 GMT -4
From one of his many pockets, Isaac pulls out a tiny parasol, which he extends and raises above his head. Believing himself armored for falling anvils, he gives her his loudest wolf whistle, smiling at her glare.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 16, 2012 0:35:49 GMT -4
"What a fool." she mumbled as she led him into what looked like an house. abanonded
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Post by isaac on Jan 16, 2012 17:43:18 GMT -4
"An abandoned house? Don't tell me we're going to split up and search for clues in there. If so, I'm with Scooby Doo."
Isaac steps up to the doorway and calls inside.
"Hello? Fred? Velma? Daphne? Don't worry gang; I know that ghost in there is just old man Withers in a mask!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 16, 2012 21:21:23 GMT -4
"Christ, I need to shut this guy up." Jen-Jen mumbled as she lead him in.
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Post by isaac on Jan 16, 2012 21:47:00 GMT -4
"WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY, MISS? SPEAK UP, NOW! I SAY, I SAY I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU MUMBLE LIKE THAT!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 16, 2012 21:55:49 GMT -4
She turned and threw something at him, and suddenly he felt it hit his mouth. It felt like...cotton candy, but it was hard, and wouldn't let his lips move.
"Ah, much better."
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Post by isaac on Jan 16, 2012 22:32:28 GMT -4
" ", shouted Isaac in surprise.
" ", queried Isaac.
" ", began Isaac, but then realized he wasn't getting anywhere by trying to speak.
After probing his candy coated lips without finding a way to make the mixture melt in his mouth, Isaac politely tap the clown girl on the shoulder and pointed towards his permanently puckered lips.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 16, 2012 22:46:22 GMT -4
She groaned. "Okay, Let's say that I could make you even more of a prankster than you already are. Would you like that?"
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Post by isaac on Jan 17, 2012 15:27:59 GMT -4
Isaac eyed her warily. He was used to being the prankster, not the pranked. He had followed her with the intent to take advantage of the situation, but he'd clearly gotten out of his depth. Now she was offering to 'give' him the ability to be more of a prankster, but he didn't trust it.
He shook his head and waved his arms in negation.
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