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I Choose You! [amber-dreams and Atticus! ]
A role-play between my sibling Atticus! and I and our pokeman-gijinks. There shouldn't be any mature stuff or anything highly inappropriate, since I'm a total wuss, but if there is, I will edit this post with a warning~ If anything, it should just be PG13. |
[ OH MY CHARLIE & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY THIS MAKES ME NERVOUS. WHY A PUBLIC FORUM?! POR QUE?! let's do this. :I ] |
[[BECAUSE I WANT TO TOURMENT YOU. Not really. There are far more embarrassing role-plays goin' on elsewhere in public forums, I'm sure. ANYHOW.]] Fabio made his way down the street, his best friend Florence the Purugly no-doubt at his side. The two were the best of friends, even if Florence was a little bit crabby. The Honchcrow always figured that he could use a more light-hearted friend to lighten him up a bit. Fabio was right in the middle of saying something, not paying any attention to where he was walking, when he bumped into someone. He wasn't going very slow, so they were probably knocked down due to his momentum. The Honchcrow staggered back, placing a hand on his fedora to make sure it didn't fall off his head. "Oh, my!" |
Thor's long, bony frame was wrapped up in layers upon layers of clothing. He was a mass of floral print and vomit colored hues slowly moving his way through the windy cities streets. Stuffed under his arms and in a wagon behind him were many colorful abstract paintings that didn't help is vomit-spectrum appearance. The young man sighed, "This is such a long walk." He thought, pausing to shift his stiff bones in hopes of keeping a good grasp on his belongs. This was a typical day for an artist like him.. Dragging his art work across the city length, hoping people would visit the local art show. Maybe I should have stayed home.." He thought, sniffling loudly. Thor ducked his head into his three thin, silk scarves, hiding his face from the cold when he hit something firm, knocking him back! Thor quickly looked up to see the two well dressed men, one of them looking as though he ate twenty very sour lemons.. or maybe he was just grimacing upon seeing Thor's face? "I.. I... My bad!" He whimper, his lanky figure sprawled across the cement, arms flailing frantically for the paintings. Florence coughed, almost as though he were choking, "My GOD he's hideous!" The Purugly whispered to his partner, "Look at that NOSE!!" Though, he shifted impatiently and took a few heavy steps through the colorful mess, he waited for Fabio, staring down at Thor with disgust. |
Fabio nearly cringed at the horrifying lack of style the individual he had bumped into had. Uhg! What color is that? Whatever it is, it shouldn't even be allowed to exist on clothing! He was about to agree with his sour-puss friend until he pointed out the other's nose. Oh. My god. Fabio may as well have been stuck down right there by cupid. That NOSE! Fabio had quite the large honker himself, but this man's was far more impressive! Cue the pink bubbles, sparkles and roses. "Why hello there~!" Fabio leaned down to help this unfashionable marvel with his paintings. "Who might you be?" A charming grin spread on his lips, and he raised and lowered his eyebrows rather flirtatiously. ]]I can't beleive I just rambled a bit about noses, haha![[ |
Florence sighed, "Dearest, Fabio. I will go ahead. I expect to see you at my apartment within the next hour. Don't hurt the poor... thing!" And with that, he swayed his hips down the side walk away from the pair. The Nosepass paused. Why in the world would this man be talking like this? He must be a a troll. He read about these one time on the Internet! Stay clam, Thor! Caaalm. He won't be able to rattle you! "M-my name is Thor.." He said in a quiet British accent while pulling his scarf over his large red proboscis, "I.. can get these." He said, continuing his frantic quest to pick up all of his belongings. |
"Thor! Such a strong name. Yet you seem so soft-spoken," the Honchcrow said with a frown. "No, no, no, I insist!" Fabio continued to pick up some of Thor's belongings. "After all, I was foolish enough to walk right into you. I should have been paying closer attention~!" His eyes scanned over one of the paintings. They were actually pretty good, though obviously abstract. It wasn't quite his thing, abstract art, he thought it would look hideous on clothes, but there was a certain charm to it. Even if he didn't quite grasp it with his mind. "Did you paint these?" he asks. |
Thor groaned, "Is.. that any of your business, sir?" He asked, brushing some of his long, stone gray hair out of his squinty eyes. This guy was awfully friendly. He just HAS to be a troll! No one looks at Thor as though he were actually a HUMAN! People always gave him disgusted looks and avoided conversation. He was dared by his snobby friend! That's it, "I don't need your help sit!" He said firmly, picking the last of his paintings up and quickly settling them in his arms and back in the wagon. |
"I, well..." Fabio blinked, rather shocked by this man's rather rude behavior. Regardless, he stood and carefully deposited the things into Thor's wagon. Could it be that this strapping young man wasn't used to compliments? NONSENSE! Such a thought was absolutely absurd! That couldn't possibly be the case, Fabio was sure of it. Although... with a wardrobe like that? Ick! "I don't understand why you have to be so rude to me, I was only trying to help," he said. A small pause. Unless... Another grin appeared on his face. "Or are you just playing hard to get~?" He leaned closer to Thor. |
"H-hard to get?! My god, man, I don't even know your name!" Well. The troll got him. It sure is hard to keep your cool when you're being trolled in the real world! Damn them! He quickly began moving, pulling his spectrum of floral patterners tighter around his scrawny figure, "Good day, sir.." He muttered as he pass the bird man swiftly. |
Fabio followed after him in a bird-like bopping trot, which quickly turned into a regular walk. "Ah, that's right! I haven't even introduced myself. I am Fabio~! You might have heard of me in fashion magazines. I'm one of the best, you know~" His chest was pushed out, filled with pride. And I must say, I'll have to help you pick out some new clothes. These rags you're wearing are just... awful. And if you're an artist, you should certainly start dressing like one!" |
Thor sighed, "Artists aren't exactly known for the fashion sense. Have you even met a true artist?" He asked before thinking 'Why in Arceus name am I making conversation with this troll?' "May you stop following me now?" |
"I mean, I guess you can dress like that if you really want, but aren't you, ah..." he looked over Thor and his things, trying to find the right words he was looking for."Going to a... sssss-show! That's the word, show!" He smiled, rather proud of himself for finding the word he wanted. "Shouldn't you, you know, dress up for one of those? After all, you don't want to scare anyone off with your horrible clothes. They won't be able to admire your art!" |
"It's not like it matters.. if my clothes don't scare them off my face will." Thor glanced down, long whisps of hair falling in his face, "anyway, I asked you a question.. Can you stop following me? You're creeping me out." Thor really didn't like the extra attention. It was too nerve wrecking to another person communicating with him before a show. Damnit! He was losing his zen because of this pompus bastard! [spelling is crap, OH WELL!] |
Fabio gasped. How could this man's face scare someone away!"Don't say such a thing," he exclaimed. He nearly reached out, grasped each of his shoulders and lightly shook him, but even Fabio had enough respect not to do that to a stranger. "Your face hasn't scared me off, has it?" he asked, completely disregarding Thor's request for him to leave. |
"That's because you're probably here just to ruffle my feathers! I know about you people! It's like an underground cult of people but I know! You TROLL!" Thor looked down, feeling particularly sick. Why did he leave him a lone? Trying to get amusement from Thor was useless! Life all ready beat his self image to a pulp and nothing any random person on the street could say could make it any better nor worse, "Please just go?" He whimpered, turning his head away from the individual walking beside himself. |
"Troll?" Fabio blinked, eyeing Thor with a rather confused expression on his face. As Thor whimpered, a frown formed on his lips. "Look, I'm not trying to ruffle anyone's feathers. if anything, that's what my friend does, and he's off at his apartment! So you have nothing to fear, honey," he assured in as gentle a tone as he could manage without sounding completely creepy. |
"Well then what do you want from me?! I asked you to leave mulitple times before but you just ignored me! Is it the paintings? You want those? Well take them! Just leave me alone!" Thor was obviously upset by this strangers persistence to stick around. |
Fabio's frown deepened. He didn't mean to make this handsome young Nosepass so upset, and it seemed that no matter what he'd try to say, he just wouldn't feel any better. Must be an artist thing. So, the Honchcrow heaved a helpless sigh before saying, "Very well, then. I don't want to upset you, even though it seems I already have, so... I guess I'll leave you alone now. Have a good day, Thor." With that, he sped up his pace and began to make his way to Florence's apartment. However, the next day, Fabio decided to show up at the local art show, the only one going on in town. He was certain that Thor would be there. He entered the building, casual as ever, and peered about from below the rim of his fedora. There were quite a few colorful characters wandering about the gallery. He wondered if any of them were the artists themselves. Do the artists even stick around? he wondered. |
Attempting to put a painting not to far away from the door was the long-haired, lanky man. Thor stood on his tippy-toes, shakily moving a painting a little to the left.. to the right... before a quiet click sounded and he he lowered himself to the flats of his feet. And as the day before, he was wearing outragously hidious clothing, though, he almost seemed to fit in with the paintings that surrounded him. |
It wasn't too hard to find the man Fabio was looking for. He stood out like a sore thumb in that hideous garb! Oh Arceus, just looking at those clothes was giving him the heebie-jeebies! Regardless of his homely attire though, Fabio approached him and his art. Hnn... it resembled his clothes... Perhaps paintings could get away with it? It certainly looked a little better on canvas. Then he softly cleared his throat. "Good day, Thor~" he said in a friendly tone, eyeing him with a grin and half-closed eyes. He was totally trying to look sexy. |
Thor brushed his shirt and pants off, muttering to himself as the bird-man approached, "Hello." He said rather quietly, as though he weren't paying any attention. Wasw tihs the paiting he wanted up? Hmm, maybe he should hang his well-liked self-portiat. The nosepass picked up a medium sized canvas and held it up over where the recently placed painting was. Yes, that look so much better! As quickly as he could he swaped the paintings before turning and letting out a gasp, "You're the guy from yesterday!" He pointed out, in total shock that he would ever see him again. |
Fabio's grin faded to a smile. "Yup, it's me, the fabulous Fabio~" he found himself spinning as he spoke, stopping with a rather dramatic pose. It was a good pose, though. He was very good at posing, being a model and all. "Wow," he said, attention caught by the painting Thor had just hung up. "That's really good!" |
"T-thank you." Thor almost felt a bit of pride raise up in his chest until he remember the painting's purpose, "It's.. an absract paiting of myself." He flinched away from Fabio, remember how he didn't like it when Thor put himself down. Which was odd now that he thought about it.. the two don't even know each other on a friendly level! This guy's a creep. Maybe just your ever day pervert? [PUT THE HOOKER IN THE CLOSEST.] |
"You're very welc-- heeeey..." Fabio eyed Thor stirnly and pointed a finger at him. "Are you saying that you're not beautiful?" he asked with a frown. ABSURD! How could this man not look in the mirror and think, "DAMN, I'm hot," every morning!? His attire wouldn't be any help to his self-esteem, either... |
"Well I'm not" The nosepass replied sheepishly, "Have you taken a look at me? I don't think anyone could bare to even come within a foot of my face." He tried smile as though he were okay with his own lack of self-esteem and beauty but it was obvious how painful it truly was to say such words about himself, "You're lucky. You were born with good looks.." He fiddled with a button on his shirt as he frowned pitifully. |
Ohoho, he doesn't think he could get within a foot of his face? How wrong he is! The next thing Thor knew, Fabio's face was about an inch away from his, a hand on the wall behind him with a charming little smirk on his lips. "Couldn't bare to even some within a foot of your face?" He couldn't help but grin, but then his expression melted to a rather sympathetic look. "You were born with good looks too, you know. You just don't know how to flaunt it is all," he said softly. |
Thor's face turned an intense red. What just happened? "Ah.. mnngg." He looked away nervously. Was this guy serious? How could he be so close without burning? Or vomiting? Or even DYING? Oh.. oh lord he smells good too, "you're too close." He whimpered, pressing himself against the small set-up wall that his paintings hung on. |
"Too close you say? Honestly...?" His voice grew even more quiet, and he got even closer to the nosepass. "I'd say we're not close enough," he whispered. Dear lord, Fabio, do you want him to flee? [[HOLORD YOU'RE SO BRIGHT! [shields eyes] But you're looking pretty damn awesome!]] |
Thor took in a sharp breath, "E-excuse me?" He said, his voice small and quiet from the panic going through him, "Not close enough..?" He turned his face away, not entirely sure what he should do. Shove him away? Not like he had the strength! Oh lord! Oh LORD! Thor shut his eyes impulsively to try and protect himself, though, there isn't much eye lids can do to guard against an entire face! [/SHIMMERS] |
Yeah, this doesn't scream rape at all, Fabio. Obvious sarcasm is obvious. He reached up and gently stroked Thor's cheek before giving him a quick peck on the other and pulling away. He cleared his throat, and fixed up his boa. "Sorry about that, I guess I couldn't help myself," he said almost as if nothing had happened. |
He blinked. That was it? Thank Archeus.. wait. WHAT THE HELL?! "Sir, I barely remember your name. Why is Arceus's name would you DO that?!" He rubbed the cheek Fabio had used peck on as though it were covered with germs, "I think you should leave.." He muttered, fixing his paintings, attempting to distract himself from staring at the other mans attractive features. |
]]Admit it, you find his nose sexy, Thor~! [shot][[
"You'd probably do the same thing if you were in my shoes!" Fabio chuckled. He playfully poked Thor on the nose with a grin. "And just got here! Couldn't possibly leave yet~!" |
"What do you mean if I were in your shoes. I wouldn't pay myself even a glance if I were you." Thor pouted. Now that he's thinking about it.. WHY is this man wasting his time on a sorry soul such as Thor? He must be mad. Absolutely bonkers! |
"That's obviously not the case~" Fabio responded with another chuckle. He placed his hands on his hips. "You seriously need to work on your self-esteem... and wardrobe, uhg! No wonder you think you're so hideous... I bet if we got you into a nice outfit you might think otherwise." |
Thor looked down at his loose clothing. Sure, they were a little used and thing and during the cold, windy monthes he had to layer more than a teenage girl layered make-up on her face but he was comfortable, "But.. I like my clothes! I don't see anything wrong with them. Just because I don't dress like a total homosexual like you it doesn't mean I'm unfashionable." He glanced around, feel particularly self conscience all of a sudden. |
[OH MAI GAWD PAGE THREE /CELEBRATES I TYPICALLY DON'T STICK AROUND WITH ROLE PLAYS THIS LONG YEEEAH! /brofist] |
Fabio snorted, trying not to laugh and look like a total jerk. "You're absolutely right, you don't have to dress like me to look fashionable, but those clothes are anything but fashionable. A plain t-shirt and jeans has more style than these rags..." He lightly tugged at part of the loose fabric that hung from Thor's lanky frame. "I mean, I don't mean to sound like a snob or anything, honest. It's just, don't you think you owe yourself a little flattery?" |
/brofist HELL YES! Amber is proud. |
Thor looked offended, "Well not everyone has the time nor money nor ability to go shopping for "fashionable clothes"! I just get whatever is cheap and comfortable. My bad for not knowing there were rules on pieces of cloth!" He huffed loudly before any bit of additude melted away to self-conscienceness again. Arceus, this guy rattle his chains a lot! "I-it's not like it matters, right? It's just to.. cover up." The lanky man flinched away once more, expecting Fabio to start creeping again with some kind of perverted remark to what he said. Why doesn't life have a Undo button? |
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