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Post by faust on Feb 7, 2009 20:07:34 GMT -5
Today's adventure happened, like most of the things that Roddy happened to come across, during a fit of extreme boredom. He had just finished another exciting installment of Perilous Perry Panda!, with the bad guy falling right into his own death trap just like every time, and Perry getting the girl and riding off itno the sunset on his special jet plane, the wind blowing his hair trough the hole where enemy agents tried to blow him up with an experimental rocket... Neee! It was just so cool!
And after reading it, he burst out of his house like a kid at the end of the latest action movie, jumping around and kicking and assuming the identity of the world-famous "Decoder Ring Roddy", debonair spy and heartbreaker extraordinaire. Of course, once the novelty of pretending wore off and he used the greater part of his will to deflect the strange glances his neighbors threw his way, he began thinking of what to do next.
Then he thought: It had been a while since he went swimming. Plus, the local pool was probably a good place to get an eyeful of swimsuit-clad babes. It had been a while since he got to see any of those. But of course, his luck was bad today; he just so happened to come to the pool when nobody but seniors and their grandkids were there.
A body can only swim a few laps before the novelty of that begins to wear off too. Resting his arms against the side of the pool, Roddy let himself dangle in the water and sighed. Oh, if only...
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Post by sinatra on Feb 8, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
The morning had been uneventful for the red fox, and as he had expected, was boring. The only shows that were on TV were either reruns or stupid shows in general, and the radio was in the "Old Times" hour. Yes, what an uneventful morning it was. So what was the gay stripper fox supposed to do? A trip to the community center of course. Sinatra hadn't been there in so long, and relaxing in the pool could do fur wonders... Or totally ruin it. He sighed as he walked down the sidewalk. On his back he had his things, his green Speedo and a towel with a fox doing the "Caramel Dance". The shirtless fox giggled lightly as he opened the door to the facillity. His toned body attracted a couple looks, and a couple stares from some of the females working behind the counter. "Heya cuties!" he spoke with a lisp, which they noticed, obvious from their sad faces. "D'aww! Just cuz I have sex with my own sex doesn't mean I can't kiss a girl!" And being the every knowing flirt he was, he lent over the desk and gave the two girls that were working--a horse and a wolverine--a kiss each on the tip of their noses. Sinatra smiled as they pointed him through.
"Thanks gals!" he said, giving a finger wave as he headed to the changing room. "Maybe we could go shopping sometime!" His giggle echoed through the hallway that lead to the changing room. He pondered for a second, stopping in front of the Male and Female washroom. Another giggle was let loose into the world and he headed into the Male. After only a few minutes of changing, he was out of the room and heading toward the pool in his green Speedos. Walking in, he let out a childish groan as he saw the occupents. Nothing but old people and young people. No potential flirting possible whatsoever...
So he headed toward the swimming lanes, hoping to at least get some hydro exercise in today. Getting on top of a dive platform, he took a glance at a rat that was a couple lanes over. Moving into position, he said a countdown to himself and dove into the water, a small ripple the only evidence that he had entered. He stayed under until he ran out of breath, and then he surfaced, going for a Freestyle way of swimming. As he neared the other side of the pool, he went under, spun in a frontflip, and kicked off the wall with his footpaws. On his way back, he looked again at the rat. Wonder who he is... he thought to himself. |
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Post by faust on Feb 8, 2009 19:58:54 GMT -5
Roddy turned his head to follow a form in the water. Well, at least it wasn't another old timer. As he waited for the stranger to come up, a mental image came into his head of a beautiful bikini-clad babe, sunlight glistening off of the tasteful but tantalizing clothing. For a moment, he watched the swimmer surface, thinking, please oh, please oh...
...Darn. So much for his little fantasy. Looking from the fox to his own figure, Roddy tried to bite down a hint of jealousy. It was painfully obivous looking at him that he wasn't exactly cut. Not that he was fat, but he could probably do with a bit more exercise.
Kicking off of the wall, he let himself float backwards lazily. Nothing was going on! Nobody here was even acting suspicious, and that was a pretty common sight to Roddy. He considered going up to the fox, but discarded that. He didn't want to seem like some kind of crazy guy, wading up and saying "Hi, I'm Roddy. I'm bored out of my skull. Who are you?"
He chuckled at that, then looked from the fox to the sky. "Wait a minute." he muttered, "That wasn't out loud, was it?" Thinking back, he was hoping he didn't just say his introduction so that people could hear him.
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Post by sinatra on Feb 8, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -5
A smile spread across Sinatra's muzzle as he felt the rat's eyes on him. I'm not that feminine, am I? he thought to himself, and stopped swimming. He just float there, thinking to himself, before he heard a voice come from the rat's direction. In fact, when he looked over, the rat was talking to... himself? Indeed the rat was, and he giggled, swimming over to the rat, now having a name. Roddy. As he got nearer, he silently held his breath and went under the water without a ripple. Thank you fox genes! he thought to himself, easily swimming under the rat and looking up. An evil smile crept onto his face and he outstretched his paw.
Grabbing onto Roddy's ankle, he pulled down, and gave himself leverage to surface faster. Appearing in front of the not fit, but very cute rat, he giggled and waved. "Heya Roddy! And I'm sorry to say, but you sure did say that out loud! And here's my response: I'm Sinatra and I'm drop dead sexy!" He flashed a smile and a kind wink. "I couldn't help but notice that you looked disappointed when you were looking at me... So what's up with that?"
[ooc: GAK. Note to self: don't stay up to 11 PM and expect to make a good post...] |
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Post by faust on Feb 9, 2009 15:26:19 GMT -5
"Gack!" Roddy yelped and scrambled to the surface of the water, coughing and spluttering and trying to force chlorinated water out of his nose. He was so shocked he forgot to be embarrased at his slip of the tongue.
"Nice to meet you... Cough!... I guess." He exhaled out of his nose forcefully. "Guess I don't need to introduce myself then. Sorry bout that; my brain tends to run away without me when I get bored." He chuckled at his own joke, then: "Sinatra, huh? Interestng name. Kinda sounds like 'sonata' or 'cilantro'... you don't happen to be a musician, right?" Of course, the second part of that question would have involved spices of some sort. Also, anyone with a lick of perception would have noticed the dodge of Sinatra's question. Roddy wasn't known for his ability to talk about sensitive subjects. Not like Perilous Perry, at least...
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Post by sinatra on Feb 11, 2009 19:39:54 GMT -5
Sinatra giggled, moving his footpaws every now and then to keep him floating. "Your brain can run?!" he asked in sarcastic disbelief. "Man! All mine can do is think and sleep. Psh, I totally want yours now!" He giggled and nodded slowly, looking to the left and right. "Yeah, right... sisantro and whatnot... ANYWAY! You're name's cool, too! I've never met somebody named Roddy. It's simple, yet cool. Very sleek." he giggled and covered his mouth with a paw. "Like a secret agent or something. It'd be a good cover name, yet it'd actually be yours. Super sexy sneaky, you sexy rat!" He covered his mouth quickly and blushed hard. "Sorry about that. I'm used to talking like that down at The Lucky Fox , so sorry!" The blush remained on his muzzle though. |
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Post by faust on Feb 12, 2009 18:54:08 GMT -5
Roddy chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond to Sinatra's comments. Was he being flirted with? "U-uh...." he chuckled again, "...For the record, I'm a hamster. Wel, y'know... mostly? My grandma was a shrew, and a nice lady she was."
He resisted the urge to pull on his collar. Not only would it have been wierd to pull on T-shirt, but he also needed the arm to keep himself afloat. "It's funny you should mention that. I'm a big fan of spy stuff. Guess that's why I got into my line of work." At the moment, he wasn't thinking of being a garbage man. He had forgotten that he wasn't an Angel; he had run away from the testing long before passing even became a viable option.
"S-so... a fox at the Lucky Fox?" He chuckled. "Kinda ironic, isn't it? Are you a bartender, 'cause it sounds a lot like a bar."
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Post by sinatra on Feb 15, 2009 13:35:03 GMT -5
Sinatra blushed, giggling and scratching at one of his ears. "Oh! A hamster you say? Well then, you're officially even cuter than before!" He smiled encouragingly and chuckled softly. This hamster sure is cute! He just has to be more sure of himself! And the chubbiness just makes me like him more! he thought to himself, coming back to the present. "You like spy stuff? That's cool! Can you like, pick locks? Or like, break into safes 'n' stuff?! Cuz that'd be [o]cool [/i] !"[/b] He blushed suddenly, looking into the water to his footpaws. "Err, sorry about that. I get really excited about stuff that's interesting..." he said softly, looking back to Roddy. "So you're line of work is... Something cool?" he guessed, cocking an eyebrow slightly. But a smile spread across his face as Roddy mentioned his job. "Oh, a bartender?" he said, slowly swimming in slow circles around the hamster. "I'm more than just a bartender..."[/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by faust on Feb 16, 2009 13:51:22 GMT -5
"Eh, heh heh heh..." So this was what it was like to be on the other side of the flirting. Not that Roddy did that much flirting. Sure, there was that one girl in hgh school, but...
"Well, I dunno about picking locks and everything." He said hesitantly. "I guess if I had to, I could do it. And yeah, it's kinda cool. I..." It was at this point that he remembered that he didn't have a cool job, or even a marginally interesting one. He had just talked himself into a corner; it would just be silly to say he forgot what he did, and there was no way he could link being a spy to being a garbage man.
"Um..." He thought of something to say. "I'm... an investigator. Yes, a private investigator. Mostly it's just little things, find out if a husband's cheating on a wife, or a wife's cheating on a husband..." He paused uncertainly. "...husband cheating on husband... Well what about you? What's more than a bartender? Caterer, maybe?"
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Post by Adeline on Feb 16, 2009 18:24:57 GMT -5
(Hope you don't mind me jumping in! The thread does still say "open" ^^)
Despite the freezing weather outside, an indoor pool sure did seem appealing to Hector Adino, for once seen without his red velvet cape and wooden staff. His sister was out of the house, and he really hated to be stuck inside with no one but his disgusting brother. Even though they did live in a mansion, Lionel would have still been too close for comfort. Apart from that, the garden was off limits today, as many of the new, budding, carnivorous plants were teething. Reckless though the black panther was, he was not so stupid as to present his flesh to a teething toddler of a plant. As a result, he was bored and had nothing to do. His choice was to go to the Community Center. He had just spent a couple of hours working out; all his plant work demanded a healthy, muscular body, and had decided to cool off in the pool.
He was hoping there would be more people there his own age, preferably those of the opposite sex, but the only girls he had seen were the ones at the counter. He had flirted with the wolverine but had ultimately deemed her a waste of time. The only people who looked even remotely like they belonged within ten years of his own age were talking in a corner of the pool, and, unabashed, Hector joined them, wearing only a pair of green swimming trunks that matched his eyes. His sister had bought them for him, and they had cost a pretty penny.
Gracefully swimming over to the conversing hampster and fox, black fur gleaming from the water, the panther managed to catch a few words of the conversation, and abruptly joined in. "The Lucky Fox? Isn't that the gay bar near the Plaza?"
Hector had never been inside the bar itself, but went to the Plaza quite a lot when looking for gardening materials. He had also heard Lionel talk about it once or twice. It wouldn't have surprised the young panther to be told his older brother was gay.
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Post by sinatra on Feb 19, 2009 18:57:57 GMT -5
Sinatra smiled and giggled softly, happy that he was making the hamster nervous. At least I know it's working now! he thought to himself happily, kicking his feet to make himself stay afloat. Cocking his head to the side, he tilted an ear higher than the other listening to the hamster tell the fox what he did for his living. "A P.I.?!" he yelped, quite loudly too. "Now that's cool! Y'all getta go snoopin' like a mystery thief... or... not. But anyway that's insane cool!" He gaze a sneaky smile, one of the ones only a fox can produce. "Actually," he said, getting quite close to the hamster. "I'm a--"
"The Lucky Fox? Isn't that the gay bar near the Plaza?"
Sinatra turned quickly, finding a black (obviously) panther swimming over to them. "Why yes," Sinatra said, winking at Roddy quickly. "It is." He turned back to Roddy and put a paw on his shoulder. "And if you couldn't tell by my build, I'm a stripper. A pretty popular one too!" He swam away so that he could look at both Roddy and the panther. "Y'all should come see me some time! My name's Sinatra, by the way." This time it was directed toward the panther, hoping to get his name in return. |
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Post by Adeline on Feb 20, 2009 1:22:47 GMT -5
Hector smiled kindly, but inwardly thought to himself, "A stripper at a gay club? What have I gotten myself into?"
However, the panther said nothing of the sort as he kept on his happy facade. "Hector," he said, nodding his head slightly forward. "And although it is quite a pleasure to have been invited to watch you...perform...I must say that I doubt I'd be comfortable in such a place as the Lucky Fox..."
Oh god, Hector thought to himself, he sounded like a rich, elderly snob, not a fun loving 19 year old...well...he wasn't accustomed to hanging out with people in his age group...which could be the reason...actually, the stripper seemed to be almost the exact same age as him...
Why was it that two 19 year old boys could end up so different from each other, both growing up in the same city even...? The panther was overanalyzing things, but, the conclusion he came to was that he SHOULDN'T be acting so different. In fact, he made a resolution. He had gone out to find a chick, to find a date...but if nothing was available...should he try Sinatra's way? He was still a bit uncomfortable about entertaining that notion, but, he would see how things played out.
Remembering manners, Hector turned to the hampster. "Did I hear say you were a detective? That is...really cool!"
They weren't the words he was thinking...fantastically interesting would have sufficed better, but Hector had to remember he was just supposed to be normal. He was no longer a warrior gardener who lived in a mansion. He was a regular teenage boy.
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Post by faust on Feb 20, 2009 14:58:17 GMT -5
"Oh-h..." Roddy chuckled, sufficiently out of his element by now. He had never met a stripper at any kind of club, much less a gay one. He didn't think there was anything particularly wrong about it, but still it was wierd to the hamster, whose sheltered view of relationships was mostly limited to what he had read in books and movies. Of course, considering his favorite characters were manly, tough men of action who always got the girl...
"Uh, hi Hector. Name's Roddy." And then he remembered he had to keep up the lie he had started with Sinatra. "Yeah, I'm a detective all right. It's kinda a small business right now. I guess you could call me the founder and all that. Well, what about you? You now about us, what is it you do?"
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Post by Adeline on Feb 20, 2009 18:42:02 GMT -5
Hector smiled youthfully at Roddy's question. His job...that was something he was comfortable talking about...for hours and hours on end even...
"I," the panther started, holding his head up proudly, "specializing in taking care of plants, especially the carnivorous ones. You may have heard of Adino Gardens? That's where I work, but I don't get paid for it, as I am an Adino myself, I live at the house. Some people call me a 'warrior gardener'. What I do is one of the most dangerous jobs on the island. It's quite easy to lose a hand, or a life, to many of these plants, but I have made it my job and passion to befriend them and get them on a strictly "already dead meat" diet consisting of mainly small bugs and such. I'd be at the gardens right now, except for the fact that many of the plants are teething right now, and I'm not stupid enough to try and control them."
He sunk down in the water, beaming proudly. He loved his job, and the plants. He would gladly give up the mansion for them...well, maybe not. His brother would probably screw everything up and destroy any chance for the plants' survival if Hector left to live among the forests like he longed to. He couldn't give up the garden taming, and he couldn't give up watching his brother's every business movement. The coward didn't even care about plants.
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Post by sinatra on Feb 28, 2009 21:51:10 GMT -5
Sinatra giggled softly to himself, covering his muzzle with a paw. "So," he said, swimming slowly around the black panther. "You're basically a gardener? But with monster meat eating plants?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, one ear slightly raised higher than the other. He chuckled softly and put up his paws in defense. "Sinatra don't like meat eating things..." Smiling softly, he used his legs harder so he'd stay afloat higher. "So what're you doing at the pool, anyway. Er, that goes to both of you, of course!"
[ooc:Sorry, on a laptop. I'd do more, but I've been postponing it long enough, sorry guys] |
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