Post by barrel on Jun 9, 2010 7:59:39 GMT -5
Now this was a place that Barrel could get used to!
It reminded him of home, though certaintly not as creepy. There weren't ghosts or zombies or anything remotely scary. But that was why he thought he was here, to liven the place up and raise a little hell for the others who lived in Hollow Bastion. Picking up a few pieces of a crumbling tombstone and inspected them, before taking out a slingshot from his pocket he fitted them into it, flinging the small rocks at a nearby raven. The bird was startled and took off in fear and confusion, and the Halloween Town native snickered to himself. A small insect hopping by his bare feet caught his eye, and he decided to reward himself for doing such a good job tormenting people as of late. Catching the bug in his dirt-covered hand, he stared at it for a moment before shoving it into his mouth and munching on it. The bugs here were never as big as the ones in his old treehouse and never tasted as good as them either. He never thought he could be so homesick as he was now, but that home wasn't there to return to anymore. That was why he had to do his best to make himself feel at home here, instead.
Sitting atop a headstone where the name was now unreadable, he pulled his hood up and inspected some more rocks for his slingshot. Staying true to his old trick-or-treater self the black hoodie was decorated with white skeletal bones, similar to his old skeleton costume. He wondered where Lock and Shock were- it felt weird trying to be bad without them even now. Movement caught his eye once again as he seen someone walking towards the graveyard though failed to spot him yet as far as he could tell. Standing up again, he stuffed the rocks and slingshot into his hoodie pocket, and quickly ran behind a tree. With little effort he grabbed the lowest branch and hauled himself higher into the tree's branches, grinning mischieviously as he made himself comfortable on a rather thin limb, though it seemed strong enough to him. Reaching back into his pockets, he took out his "weapon" and his "ammo", keeping an eye on the stranger. Just what he had been waiting for- someone to make miserable!
Aiming the slingshot in their direction, Barrel giggled quietly to himself and let the rock fly. Seeing that the first shot had missed, he mentally cursed his luck and attempted to shoot at them again...
ooc: Yah, so if you feel like pissing off your character, too, just throw them in here.
It reminded him of home, though certaintly not as creepy. There weren't ghosts or zombies or anything remotely scary. But that was why he thought he was here, to liven the place up and raise a little hell for the others who lived in Hollow Bastion. Picking up a few pieces of a crumbling tombstone and inspected them, before taking out a slingshot from his pocket he fitted them into it, flinging the small rocks at a nearby raven. The bird was startled and took off in fear and confusion, and the Halloween Town native snickered to himself. A small insect hopping by his bare feet caught his eye, and he decided to reward himself for doing such a good job tormenting people as of late. Catching the bug in his dirt-covered hand, he stared at it for a moment before shoving it into his mouth and munching on it. The bugs here were never as big as the ones in his old treehouse and never tasted as good as them either. He never thought he could be so homesick as he was now, but that home wasn't there to return to anymore. That was why he had to do his best to make himself feel at home here, instead.
Sitting atop a headstone where the name was now unreadable, he pulled his hood up and inspected some more rocks for his slingshot. Staying true to his old trick-or-treater self the black hoodie was decorated with white skeletal bones, similar to his old skeleton costume. He wondered where Lock and Shock were- it felt weird trying to be bad without them even now. Movement caught his eye once again as he seen someone walking towards the graveyard though failed to spot him yet as far as he could tell. Standing up again, he stuffed the rocks and slingshot into his hoodie pocket, and quickly ran behind a tree. With little effort he grabbed the lowest branch and hauled himself higher into the tree's branches, grinning mischieviously as he made himself comfortable on a rather thin limb, though it seemed strong enough to him. Reaching back into his pockets, he took out his "weapon" and his "ammo", keeping an eye on the stranger. Just what he had been waiting for- someone to make miserable!
Aiming the slingshot in their direction, Barrel giggled quietly to himself and let the rock fly. Seeing that the first shot had missed, he mentally cursed his luck and attempted to shoot at them again...
ooc: Yah, so if you feel like pissing off your character, too, just throw them in here.
