| Title: Cowboys and Indians. Time: Monday, March 29, 2004 The Thespians: Lien Nguyen, Toby Darling and Pascal Curio Location: Mundainger Biology - Loft Notes: Hmm, none yet :) |
| +---[ Mundainger Biology - Loft ]--------------------------------------------+ | | | After climbing the rather unsteady wooden ladder that rests in the | | stables, the loft is now reached, a rather wide walkway that can fit | | several students safely. The loft stretches all the way around the | | stables, with a large niche at near the back of the barn. Several thick | | ropes hang from the ceiling, and drape over onto the area of the loft, | | looking quite sturdy, perhaps for students to have some daring fun, | | swinging over the stables? Now closer to the rafters, it is quite | | obviously seen that there are bits and pieces of old nests built by birds, | | and some rather large and wispy cobwebs hang lazily from the ceiling, | | quite apparent that there has not been much cleaning up there, nor is it | | really possible at that height. Upon closer inspection, it can be detected | | that there are several mouse and rat holes around the loft, and also | | several small, scattered cockroach nests can be seen. The entire walkway | | of the loft is covered in a fine layer of hay dust. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| "Um, Toby..." Lien drops her voice down out of the Indian Princess voice to a whisper. "The cowboy and Indian stuff was -before- World War II." She straightens up and clears her throat, taking back on her 'character' and peering down her... well, okay, UP her nose at Toby. "I will cross to the canyon," she decides regally--or is that laughably? Whatever. Then she darts her head back and forth and dashes out of the fort, to take the long way around the left to the ladder... collapsing just feet away, clutching her shoulder. "I have been hit!" (Remember--no contractions!) |
| Toby manages to give a "shush" to the 'Princess' just before she makes her (slightly stupid, not waiting for the soldiers) break for the canyon. "Princess! Noooooooooo! Stop! They'll..." It's too late, she's been hit. "Princess! No! You no, good, bad guys you! I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!" Toby himself makes a galiant charge toward the imaginary bad guys, leaving his imaginary crew of good guys behind. "Oof! I've been hit!" Toby clutches his chest as he falls to the ground. "No, Princess Stops lotsa Crooks, save yourself. Your'e almost to the canyon. Tall Bird will be near the edge. He'll take care of you." And with that, Soldier Toby dies a mellowdramatic death. He plops down into the hay and onto his back, still clutching his chest making gurgling sounds for a few seconds before one final "Bleeeh" as he sticks out his tounge and hangs it out to the side- just like all dead people do. |
| With all that racket happening in the loft, it's rather obvious that anyone walking into the stables would hear it. The ladder creaks rather steadily, signaling the arrival of someone else, and the smell of tobacco floats up with it as well. Pascal Curio can hardly hide a smirk as he pops his head over the top of the loft, green eyes casting a look around at... Toby, the dying valiant soldier, and... Princess Green Drug Dealer. Snicker. A few more steady creaks, and Pascal's managed to pull himself to the loft, arms glued around the chest just like Elijah would have it. "What in the hell are you two doing?" Sounds like something Elijah would say, and Pascal glares down at Toby with more ferocity than is needed. At least he can hex still, in this form. "Princess Oompa," Pascal takes an exaggerated bow, lips still twitching as he fights not to burst into obscene laughter. |
| The creaking of the ladder is ominous enough, but at 'Elijah's arrival Lien can't contain a squeak of horror. There's a list of people she wouldn't mind having catch her at this game, and Elijah isn't on it. The color rises to her cheeks and she scrambles to her feet, glaring at Pascal fiercely. "What do YOU want, Elijah?" |
| The 'dead' Toby on the floor opens his eyes and retracts his tounge at the colorful greeting. He lifts his head a bit and peers up at 'Elijah' quickly dropping his head back onto the hay beneath him with an audible sigh. He doesn't like where this is going already. He'd ask what he wanted, but the Princess... er... Lien already took care of that. |
| Pascal Curio reaches into his pocket to reveal a seemingly harmless cigarette. "I came up here to find a place to smoke, 'Princess'," he says, the laughter slowly escaping through his words. "Apparently I have to worry about 'Tall Bird' getting offended." The laugh continues to escape, and he looks over at Toby with another smirk. "You two never cease to be a source of entertainment, you know that?" His voice drips with disdain that's rather regular for Pascal in the female form. |
| If only Pascal could read Lien's mind and find out who 'Tall Bird' is, maybe he wouldn't laugh. Of course, the rest of it still is rather amusing... Lien glowers even harder. "You shouldn't smoke in barns, you can set them on fire." She saw this on a movie once--possibly the same movie that taught her that Indians say, 'How.' |
| Lien seems to be taking all the words right out of Toby's mouth because he was just about to say that thing about smoking in barns. "Yeah, with all the hay and stuff." He sits up and crosses his legs, indian style and begins to pick nervously at the hay beneath him. |
| "Since when have you known me to care, Oompa?" Pascal unglues his arms from his chest only to run his hand through his hair. Glue the arms to the chest, and everything will be fine for the whole month. No one will be the wiser. He lets the cigarette hang lazily from his mouth and tilts his head at Lien. "I'd offer you one, Oompa, but I'm sure you're used to the real /strong/ stuff." A smirk, and then he looks at Toby. "She ever offer to sell you drugs yet?" |
| He asked once, on a dare. Lien threatened to hit him with her stuffed tiger. "Why don't you just get over yourself, Elijah?" she asks. Must be fun to see her so nettled, neh? "You -started- that rumor." |
| Elijah started that rumor? And Toby was /stupid/ enough to /almost/ get taken in by it? "Would you please go away, Elijah? We're kinda... not looking for company right now." |
| "Well, neither am I really. Especially not /your/ company." Pascal practically sneers at Toby. He's not sure whether or not Elijah's got beef with Toby, but Pascal does, so that's just way /too/ bad. He turns to give Lien a haughty look, arms glued even tighter to his chest. "So you know, get the hell lost or something. I need to smoke." Pascal only says this because he's pretty sure that Lien and Toby won't back down. Even if he is six feet tall now. |
| Which is two feet taller than Lien, but who's counting? Is she intimidated? Sure; she's seen the results of Elijah's violence several times, but so far he hasn't hit her, and anyway, there's no -way- she's going to do something because he said to. "We were here first," she says, crossing her own arms over her chest in a posture not nearly as fearsome as Pascal's. "And you can't smoke in here." |
| "You shouldn't even be smoking on school grounds at all. Especially not in here." Toby was going to be civil and just leave, but how can he just be a wet noodle if even /Lien/ is standing up to the guy? "... and we /were/ here first, you know." |
| "Is there an echo in here?" Pascal asks, and glares again at Toby. Elijah doesn't hit girls, but he hits boys, and Pascal is still hex happy no matter what body the mind happens to be inhabiting. He uncrosses his arms, and takes his cigarette out of his mouth, putting it in his pocket. He then pulls himself to his full height, remember what Elijah said about intimidation by size. "I'm not leaving. What're you going to do? Shoot me full of your imaginary arrows? Send the rest of the cowboys chasing after me?" He scoffs, and dammit, LOVES this. |
| Pascal may find the faint shifting of Lien's weight rather rewarding, but her eyes keep glowering and her nose retains that wrinkled scowl. "No," she says, "but we could report you for smoking AGAIN. You're going to be expelled someday." And she just hopes she's there to see it. Ah, Lien's default solution--you've both seen it, so has Billy--go to a teacher. |
| "She's got a good point. What would Coach Chapman say if he caught you again? Or better yet, Professor Fer... Fe... the crazy one?" Toby stands and moves next to Lien. Strength in numbers, Toby. Strength in numbers... that and if you're close enough to Lien then Elijah won't try to hit you because he'll be afraid to hit her, too. Yup. Good thinking, kid. |
| Pascal Curio opens his mouth to make a comment about Professor Farreau, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Doggarn spell! Pascal takes a very good look at both Lien and Toby, for the moment relishing in the fact that they're both a /lot/ shorter than him. "I haven't been expelled yet, Oompa, and you don't even know /half/ the things I've done." He looks bored and waves his hand around in that motion you make when someone's talking too much. Blah blah blah. "And I'd like to see you report me when I'm not even smoking." Thought police! (copyright 1984) |
| "You've got a cigarette, you showed it to us. You're not supposed to have that." And Lien doesn't like you, too. "And... and..." Well, he's kind of got her, here. "And we WERE here first." You here that, you dirty rat? This loft ain't big enough for the two of us. |
| Toby stands a little taller when he hears Lien take her stand. He speaks, although a little timidly, trying to sound just as confident. "Yup. So, you can leave now." Toby. Has. A. Death. Wish. |
| Loud booming, obscene laughter escapes from Pascal's lips as he continues to glare down at the two little runts in front of him, first at Lien, then at Toby. "So you were here first. Big deal. Didn't your mommies teach you how to share?" Pascal tsks and runs his hands through his hair, clearly enjoying this /way/ too much. "There's tons of room on this loft and you know it. In fact," He looks around, finds a pile of hay big enough, and sits down in it. "I'm going to sit right here, and you two can go back to playing cowboys and indians. I believe the poor Princess was shot, and her cowboy was killed." He winks at Lien. |
| No. No, no and no. "I'm not going to play with you here--you'd just make fun of us." Yes, and that's something that he hasn't done at ALL so far, isn't it? Lien fidgets irritably with the end of one of her pigtails and glances at Toby for ideas, apparently unaware that she's the one leading this little rebellion. |
| Toby catches Lien's idea seeking glance and turns, whispering to her. "Maybe we really /should/ just leave? We'll just end up in the middle of trouble." -shrug- "I mean, he's obviously not going to leave us alone and there's not much we can do, is there?" What a change of heart Toby has had since his most recent trouble-seeking encounter with Pascal the other day. |
| Don't bother Toby. Pascal has never been one to wait around, and his patience is starting to wear thing. "Fine," he sneers, standing up from the pile of hay again. "I'll leave, and you two can go back to playing your stupid cowboys and indians. I'm surprised Billy's not around, Lien, and you're not playing Robin Hood." Pascal can't resist but to throw this in. "You could be Maid Marian to his Robin Hood." A smirk quirks the corners of his lips, and he quickly descends down the ladder. The smell of smoke and tobacco float up a few moments later, and the form of the tall boy can be seen walking out of the stables. |
| Back |
