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paixaorpg2012-02-14 02:07 am
pullstringcowboy) wrote in paixaorpg2012-02-14 02:07 am
When the Cowboy Met the Detective [Active]
Character(s): Woody, Basil, and Ratigan
Content: While the cowboy doll was out in and about, he came across Toby owned by the famous mouse detective Basil of Baker Street. But! Game is a foot as Ratigan stalks them.
Setting: Outside along the streets of Paixao.
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: Only the rat that’s gonna be following them
It wasn’t usual for Woody to be walking out and about, but today he decided to make an exception. For one thing, the snow seemed to have cleared up. And not to mention, he wanted to see what was going on around town. He’s heard enough what might be going on with the Organization and learning that everyone else were also having nightmares around here. Woody took a breath as he found himself navigating around the place. Maybe he can see if he can find out more about this place and what else could cause trouble.
Almost tripping over a branch or two in the bushes, Woody hoped on one foot as he tried to keep balance. He grabbed a hold of his cowboy hat. Taking another breath, before his cord got caught on one of the branches. When it let go it made his voice box cry out loud, “REACH FOR THE SKKKKYYYY~”
Woody almost yelped as he quickly hid back into the bushes, hoping no one saw him. Tripping over another branch, the back of vinyl head smacking against another branch. Giving a loud groan to himself in annoyance, “Oh this is just great! Pick the bushes Woody, perfect place the sneak around in,” Woody said smacking his forehead, “Great. Brilliant luck.”
Content: While the cowboy doll was out in and about, he came across Toby owned by the famous mouse detective Basil of Baker Street. But! Game is a foot as Ratigan stalks them.
Setting: Outside along the streets of Paixao.
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: Only the rat that’s gonna be following them
It wasn’t usual for Woody to be walking out and about, but today he decided to make an exception. For one thing, the snow seemed to have cleared up. And not to mention, he wanted to see what was going on around town. He’s heard enough what might be going on with the Organization and learning that everyone else were also having nightmares around here. Woody took a breath as he found himself navigating around the place. Maybe he can see if he can find out more about this place and what else could cause trouble.
Almost tripping over a branch or two in the bushes, Woody hoped on one foot as he tried to keep balance. He grabbed a hold of his cowboy hat. Taking another breath, before his cord got caught on one of the branches. When it let go it made his voice box cry out loud, “REACH FOR THE SKKKKYYYY~”
Woody almost yelped as he quickly hid back into the bushes, hoping no one saw him. Tripping over another branch, the back of vinyl head smacking against another branch. Giving a loud groan to himself in annoyance, “Oh this is just great! Pick the bushes Woody, perfect place the sneak around in,” Woody said smacking his forehead, “Great. Brilliant luck.”
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Woody looked up at the Basset Hound, he gave a half whisper up to the dog, “No! Bad dog, no, put me down! This isn’t-! I’m not your chew toy! Would you put me down?! Hey!” The dog just trotted along ignoring Woody’s protests, not that there’s much you can do once a dog has a good hold on you. His arms and legs flopped around in the dog’s mouth as it proceeded down the streets of Paixao. The cowboy was becoming quickly agitated with his situation. This dog better not think he’s something to be chewed up, or buried in the ground.
Dealing with Buster back home was one thing, he grew up with the puppy, he knew how he trained him. Woody doesn’t know what this dog was planning to do with him. While trying to calculate the possibilities of what to do with the situation, they came to what looked like a small home. Woody lifted his eyebrow when he looked at the door. Where had this dog taken him? Who lived here? Woody held his breath in anticipation, biting his bottom plastic lip of what might happen.