Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 22:45:19 GMT -5
((February 3rd. Nighttime. Introduction thread for any new Heroes))
The quiet of the early morning was suddenly broken by two voices raising up from the dark. The rather shrill squabbling could have been put off by most as just another domestic despute. It was so early in the morning that no one was on the streets, save the two idiots in question. Toot had been wondering the streets for a while then, looking for the place she assumed she was supposed to stay. The house of the Critic didn't look all that different at night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, so the pudgy girl walked past it. She didn't get far until she was jumped by a rusty-colored robot weilding a butter knife. Roberto was gonna loose it if he didn't shank someone and Toot was lucky enough to stroll down his alley. But what the insane bot didn't count on the firey 1920's toon and her temper.
"Hold still, you cow; I'ma cut you up into little bits and then-"
A bottle of Jack Daniels shattered over the crazy robot's head before he could explain exactly what he had in mind. The girl's pale hands snatched Roberto's wrists and before he was aware what was going on, he found that Toot had pinned him against a wall in the alley. The orange robot let out a shrill yelp as he looked into Toot's furious fat face.
"What did you just call me, you bug-eyed tuna can?!" Toot snapped, getting up in the psycho's grill.
Luckily for tweedle dee and tweedle cellulite, they were but one house down from the Critic's home, where they could be dragged in, kiss and make up.
((I usually hate RPing with myself but... the Roberto/Toot fight needed to be written XD))
The quiet of the early morning was suddenly broken by two voices raising up from the dark. The rather shrill squabbling could have been put off by most as just another domestic despute. It was so early in the morning that no one was on the streets, save the two idiots in question. Toot had been wondering the streets for a while then, looking for the place she assumed she was supposed to stay. The house of the Critic didn't look all that different at night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, so the pudgy girl walked past it. She didn't get far until she was jumped by a rusty-colored robot weilding a butter knife. Roberto was gonna loose it if he didn't shank someone and Toot was lucky enough to stroll down his alley. But what the insane bot didn't count on the firey 1920's toon and her temper.
"Hold still, you cow; I'ma cut you up into little bits and then-"
A bottle of Jack Daniels shattered over the crazy robot's head before he could explain exactly what he had in mind. The girl's pale hands snatched Roberto's wrists and before he was aware what was going on, he found that Toot had pinned him against a wall in the alley. The orange robot let out a shrill yelp as he looked into Toot's furious fat face.
"What did you just call me, you bug-eyed tuna can?!" Toot snapped, getting up in the psycho's grill.
Luckily for tweedle dee and tweedle cellulite, they were but one house down from the Critic's home, where they could be dragged in, kiss and make up.
((I usually hate RPing with myself but... the Roberto/Toot fight needed to be written XD))