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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 14, 2004 20:29:20 GMT -5
Con. from the room at the Black Dragon Inn with Stokes. And crud because I just remembered I still have to spell check it.
Time: Morning of the Day after Festival of Lights
Coon Skin trudged her legs through the snow. Not just out of how deep the snow was, but how her head was splitting with pain. She didn't expect all that Vodka and beer from the nightclub to have such an impact on her brain as it had, and she didn’t like it in the least. Trying to focus on something besides her head, she looked back remembering how silent the town was. That's no big fat surprise; yesterday was a holiday after all. Hell, I spent it well....sort of. I at least met a very unique mare and had a splendid time with. The thought of Stokely sparked that grin, momentarily pushing the pain aside.
The tent, as Coon notice upon reaching it, seemed very frozen over and stiff. Just like I left it. She even noticed the cigarette butts Stokely left behind from the other morning. She just picked them up and tossed them into a trash bag she kept by her tent. Although Coon wasn't the most honest or worthy of civilians, she wasn't a litterbug. She had to live out there, might as well not live in a dump.
Once inside her tent, Coon opened another beer. "Oh miracle hangover cure!," she praised the alcohol before holding the can to her lips. Nothing came out. "Son of a Furbob.," she muttered. So Coon shook the can, than looked inside with a squinting eye, and while not thinking clearly, licked the can hoping to get a tiny sample of the taste--
Her tongue stuck to the frozen metal.
"Dam yu winher!"
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Post by Stokes on Jul 20, 2004 15:07:36 GMT -5
Stokes dashed violently through the snow flipping white flurries through the air with every hoof beat. her hair was still wet when she left the inn. Now it froze to her head like a iceicle turban. Stokes reached Coon's tent and stood before the opening panting and wheezing on her knees.. "Oh crud monkeys.. thank the dark rainbow i found ....*pant pant* that tent". She then did somthing that she never would have thought she could do... she smiled.. this was no grimace or smirk.. she beamed.. then began to omitt a fit of laughter which sprung from the depths of her stomach to the highest of the skies. She laughed so loud and hard. She wasnt quite sure why she was laughing.. heck for all she knew coon could not even be in the tent.. it just gave her such a happy and homely feeling to see that tent.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 15:14:55 GMT -5
Coon's eyebrows lifted high on her forehead as she heard the crazed, maniac scream from just outside her tent. Holy Hasbro! It's Maniac Monarch, that two timing flutter I worked with during the last heist, and I bet he wants a piece of me! I'll be d*mned if I let that happen, beer can or now beer can!!
Coon carefully reached for the dagger she'd received during her trial with the ghost that she kept under her pillow. And very swiftly she dashed out threateningly with the knife, careening into Stokely and shouting with the beer can dangling from her tongue, "Tak Tfiws!!"
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Post by Stokes on Jul 20, 2004 15:21:18 GMT -5
Stokely was wide eyed as the maniac coon came ravaging out of her tent- a beer can lolling from her toungue and a dagger in one hoof. Stokes smirked, she was no wussy, she dogded the dagger by stepping aside slightly and watching coon continue to run right towards a tree. Stokely laughed under her breath at the sight of her lover.. if you could really call her that
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 15:28:57 GMT -5
Coon continued to run, screaming just as crazed as Stokely, "Ywaahhhhhhhhh----" WHUMP! Coon swore that the tree literally jumped in her way and careened with it. For a moment she stood frozen before falling flat on her back. Again, she sat there for a moment.
Suddenly she jumped up in a burst of joy, and danced a jig, "Ma hangu ova's gon!!!" Snow dropped in clumps from her fur, and continued to for several minutes before she noticed Stokely and began to laugh at herself, and at Stoke's chilled hair. "It's Candi ohn isssee!"
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Post by Stokes on Jul 20, 2004 15:39:06 GMT -5
Stokes laughed along with coon.. She was so d**n cute. "Im sorry i dont remember last night.. " she scratched her frozen hair then proceeded. "But i can tell you it most likely involved some sort of drinking.." she smiled once more and noticed the can stuck to Coon's face. "Hunny... havin some problems?" she pointed to the can.. "lemme help" she smiled as she straddled coon in the snow and blow her warm breath at the point to which the can was stuck to her. Condesation began to form on the can and slowy it released its grasp of coon. Stokely removed it and placed it in the snow momenttarily before moving in to give coon a kiss.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 15:46:56 GMT -5
Coon chuckled at her predicament, and allowed her 'partner' to removed the can by her choice of torture. And when Stokely bent in for her kiss, Coon was more than happy to comply, more or less to help work the stiffness of her predicament from her jaw.
Once Coon broke the kiss, she laid her forelegs around the other's neck and said, "It's all right if you don't remember last night, Candy. I'm sure there will be plenty of more times we can make to remember." She chuckled and grinned again, and went in for another smooch, before offering her to step into the tent to get out of the cold.
The tent was simplistic in nature, but spacious for one, and comfortable fit two. Coon's sleeping bag was laid to the back of the tent; it was made of sewn hides from various animals. It was actually her fathers, but he was up the river, so it was given to Coon. To the right of the tent was a big traveling hiking bag, filled with cans of food, beer, and a lighter to help start fires. Any treasure wasn't hidden in her tent.
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Post by Stokes on Jul 20, 2004 15:55:12 GMT -5
Stokes kissed coon passionately and followed her to her tent. Stokely admittedly didnt expect it to be as tidy and organized as it was. "Wow babe this is nifty!!" she giggled sitting down inside the tent. looking dreamily at coon. "ya know your one eccentric individual.. I dont think there could ever be another coony.." She flicked her ear making a pleasing jingly sound as her earings clanged against eachother.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 16:05:36 GMT -5
Coon grinned at the compliment, "I know."
She offered Stokely a space to sit on the sleeping bag. "Sorry that I don't have much to offer you for breakfast. You see, I carry light, and cans of processed food are the easiest to lug.," she said, pointing to her pack.
(erm, had a brain fart, lol)
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Post by Stokes on Jul 20, 2004 16:08:48 GMT -5
(haha me too *brain farts*) Stokes looked around the tent observantly,,, i mean after all she was really a visual person... "Hey.. coon? what do you do? like.. as a living?" she nudged the question into the open.. almost afraid of the answer
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 16:20:39 GMT -5
Coon nearly bit her tongue. Oh wonderful! Absolutely fantastic! Nothing like walking down the wrong path, Candy. Teriffic...
She placed on her most convincing face, "I'm a repo pony." In all facts, it was half true. She did steal other peoples belongings.....however, she wasn't getting paid for it. Nor was she stealing items that had been missing payments, or received orders from companies to steal said items. If she finds out too much, I'm gonna have to high tail it out of here...and I've got to rely on this dump as my lay low spot for a while. D*mn it Candy! Don't do what Foxy did to me!
She grinned again.
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Post by stokes on Jul 20, 2004 16:28:05 GMT -5
"Oh.. ok cool!!" she fell into the lie line hook and sinker.. "Yeah *cough* im kinda freelance artist *shrugs* it doesnt pay the bills or anything but hey.. screw the law.. or. well..." she coughed realising a repo man kinda had to do with the law.. "I mean.. screw it.. in a good way.. *cough* ahem.. yeah.. " ^^;;;;;
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 16:36:50 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah, screw it.," Coon added, reflecting on her own troubles with the law, "I suppose it's the advantage of living in a tent and being a bit of a nomad. Bills are minimized to a low. Aside medical bills, I can't think of any I'd have to pay." If I ever went to see the doctor, that is.(ooc: I think at the end of this story arch Coon might actually get arested , then she really will turn into a repo pony!)
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Post by stokely on Jul 20, 2004 16:50:13 GMT -5
((WOOoo arrested! can i be arrested with coon can have freeaky jail mate s3x !!!??!))
Stokes shrugged..."im in debt up to my eyeballs... but i dont give a rip..."
(( TOTAL BRAIN FART))
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Jul 20, 2004 16:54:34 GMT -5
(ooc: If you wanted to, I guess. Though I'm not sure how or why if you don't commit a crime.)
"If you didn't have your job that prolly required so much storage of art, I'd reccommend living my life," Coon said in responce.
(yesh, brain fart)
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