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Post by Possk on Apr 5, 2010 21:35:36 GMT -5
In the busy and bustle of a city like Tokyo, it's hard to find a nice, peaceful moment to one's self. There's always yelling, growling, and snarling voices, all trying to make their words heard to the world. Screaming it to no one seems to have become a popular trend these days. The cars honk, the birds screech, the humans wail, the dogs bark, and the cats yowl; every sound effect one could possibly ever imagine was findable in the big city. Anyone sane would just leave the place, maybe move to a nice, cozy home in the country; anyone sane that couldn't afford it would just complain on ends about the entire situation.
And some are just too stupid to care about the noise and just add to it. The eccentric yet insane feline Ivy fits into this category quite nicely.
"Skin head, dead head, everybody's gone bad. Situation, aggravation, everybody allegation," the small she-cat yowled to the sky, balancing awkwardly on the worn down fence just outside the Pizzeria. "In ze suite, on ze news, everybody dog food. Bang bang, shot dead! Everybody's gone ma---AADD..."
BANG.
Well there was a reason Ivy was never made it in the whole trapeze artist gig. Balancing was not her forte, so put her up on anything five feet from the ground, and disaster was bound to happen. Disaster in the form of falling to a perilous demise in pizza condiments that is. 'Humans should consider putting 'zeyr metal cans away from ze fences,' Ivy thought wearily, flicking a piece of stale salami from her ear. Grumbling, she hauled herself out of the trash can and jumped--rather ungracefully--to the ground.
"Can't stop, addicted to ze shindig. Cop top, he says I'm gonna win big, hmm hmm," she hummed to herself. Days like these always bored her, really. Nothing ever seemed to happen. Nothing that ever interested her at least. Nights were always more interesting in that respect anyways. Newer scents, the air of mystery, everything that could make a cat like herself jump head over tails for. Still, the day time had its benefits too. Such as the reactions of the general population towards her...err...appearance.
Grinning toothily, Ivy flicked her dark gray tail in greetings towards the Shiba that had looked at her as if she'd been brought down by aliens. You see, Ivy was well known for the way she looked, or, rather, the way she dressed. Not only did gold bracelets decorate her once broken tail, or just a gleaming earring hang from her left ear, but the she-cat also wore a maroon bandanna and fading black jacket. 'Ze circus has eets perks, what can I say?'
"Hello zere!" Ivy called, slipping with ease into the dog's language. "Nice weather we are having, are we not?" She'd never seen a Shiba blanch faster. She let lose a high pitched cackle as the dog turned tail and ran, oddly afraid of the small yet strange feline. "Hah! Dogs should learn to respect 'zeir superiors." What Ivy, blinded by her own genius in the art of scaring the crap out of canines, didn't realize was that she was about to get a rather..unexpected gift.
Turning, Ivy made a movement to make her way towards King's Street, but she didn't even get farther than the blasted pole. Instead, she found herself immediately squashed under the weight of something, breath completely knocked out of her. Spluttering, the she-cat managed to squeeze out: "If you don't mind, how about getting off?"
(Oh godddd, it's terrible. Tonight is not a good night for roleplaying lol)
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Post by shadow on Apr 20, 2010 12:27:04 GMT -5
"Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise!" a voice howled through the alleyways. Ivy was not the only creature on these streets that liked to sing. In fact, there was another, a dog of many names, a punk of sorts: Whatshername. She stopped her song midway, her ears perking at the sound of footsteps. Scowling, Whatshername immediately jumped onto a trashcan and over to a ledge of a fire escape, where she could safely observe what was yet to come:
"Hah! Dogs should learn to respect 'zeir superiors," a voice said. A growl escaped her throat as she heard this. Her visitor could only be one animal: a cat. Let's face it, only one kind of creature would call itself superior to her.
"Well, well, well," Whatshername smirked, getting up from her resting spot. Ivy trotted below her, unaware of her presence just above him. She waited for the right moment, stalking her "prey" easily. Just as Ivy turned the corner, Whatshername leapt down, pinning the much smaller creature to the cement. Ivy struggled for a few moments, until she finally said, "If you don't mind, how about getting off?"
"If you don't mind," Whatshername growled. "How about watching your tongue."
With that, the Kai-ken got off the helpless cat and snorted, before walking past her and continuing to sing. Ooh yeah! And on the real life it goes like! Ooh yeah! Alright!
((OOC: heheheh, dodger moment))
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Post by Montgomery on Apr 20, 2010 13:33:32 GMT -5
((Mind if I cut in? If you want I can delete my post if you guys want))
Monty had been wandering around searching for more members for Paris. He was tired from the long travel, so he decided to take a short cut into the alley. As he slowly approached the opening he saw the singing dog strutting his direction after hopping off a cat. With a sly grin he sat on his rear and bayed playfully, trying to either keep a tune with the canine or just sound awful to be funny. "Nice tune, ma'am. Haven't heard a purty voice since my owner's wife would sing in the kitchen while makin' flapjacks..." He hadn't had a episode brought on from his trauma in a while so he could happily wag his tail and enjoy her company. He leaned to the side only to see the cat. "Oh look...I think I found my new dinner..." He laughed heartily before hopping up and bowing slightly before the female.
"The name's Montgomery, but you can call me Monty, ma'am. Might I have tha pleasure in knowin' yer name?"
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Post by shadow on Apr 20, 2010 18:08:56 GMT -5
"I've been thinking I could be a better man see, instead of taking life for-granted I feel lucky, to be alive--" Whatshername continued until someone finally interrupted her. She expected it to be the strange circus cat, Ivy, but instead, another dog found its way to her. Immediately, the red warning lights went off in Whatshername's head, especially when Montgomery proceeded to complement her voice...
"Nice tune, ma'am. Haven't heard a purty voice since my owner's wife would sing in the kitchen while makin' flapjacks..." Whatshername curled her lips back into what would be a snarl, but Monty leaned to the side his eyes landing on Ivy. "Oh look...I think I found my new dinner..."
He laughed heartily before hopping up and bowing slightly before the female. "The name's Montgomery, but you can call me Monty, ma'am. Might I have tha pleasure in knowin' yer name?"
Whatshername blinked, and then scowled. Who did this dog think he was? A charmer? Well, certainly he was distasteful then. No dog wanted a punk like her, and Whatshername was just fine with that, "I wouldn't eat a cat," she commented. "Too much fur. Plus, that thing is too scrawny for a meal. Plus, with her big mouth, some fighting dog'll rip her to shreds for saying how oh-so-superior cats are to dogs." Whatshername turned her gaze towards Ivy, smirking in satisfaction for her little speech. "In fact I'd dare you to challenge me, cat, but it wouldn't be a fair fight. Still, it's funny. You can speak our language. How?"
She turned her attention back to Monty, smirking at the topic of her name, "I have no real name Castinova. You can call me whatever you want and I'll probably respond to it. Most dogs 'round the city call me Red though. Red or Jovi. Depends on the section of Tokyo I'm in."
Shrugging her shoulders, Whatshername stepped around Montgomery, and then spun around, her tail swishing in either irritation or amusement. With Whatshername, it was probably both. "Nobody likes you, everyone left you, they're all out without you, having fun..."
((OOC: god i love making characters sing songs"
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Post by Possk on Apr 20, 2010 19:01:51 GMT -5
Ivy, hauling herself up to a sitting position, spat crossly. Her bandanna! The stupid mutt had managed to accidentally untie it during that little incident. The maroon fabric now hung barely by her neck, threatening to fall to the ground at any moment. 'Bah, now I'll to tie it again. Stupid sot*!' Though it would be no real problem to tie it back securely around her ears, it was still thoroughly annoying that a dog had bested her like that. Squashed like a flea! Grumbling, Ivy picked up the bandanna in her jaws, careful not to bite holes in the cloth. It was at times like these she was thankful for the extra toe like stubs on her paws; while not very attractive, it made up for easy dexterity. 'Which is more 'zan I can 'zay for normal cats.'
However, just as she was about to secure the bandanna on her head again, Ivy blinked. The idiotic mutt was howling to the sky--singing, maybe? It didn't sound like the normal howling she was used to hearing anyways. Howling from other dogs seemed to be fairly similar to someone gargling rocks. Which had the exact same sound when a new dog walked up, presumably trying to communicate. Or was suffocating on a chicken bone. It didn't really matter which. But when the dog looked at her, and the words "Oh look...I think I found my new dinner..." tumbled out of his maw, let's just say Ivy's usual mellow, joking attitude reached up a few notches in the 'extreme RAGE' meter...
"And what meal would 'zat be, monsieur Flapjack?" Ivy snapped, quickly padding towards the two dolts. The bandanna, left untied, began to slip down her back, but the she-cat paid little attention to it. Right now, all she wanted to do was slap them silly. ..Which admittedly wasn't that great of an idea, considering both of them could probably shred her to ribbons.
"In fact I'd dare you to challenge me, cat, but it wouldn't be a fair fight. Still, it's funny. You can speak our language. How?" Ivy rolled her eyes at the 'challenge' this Kai Ken seemed to be joking about. That about much summed up a dog's brain. Fighting, eating, drinking, and sleeping. Not much room in that puny sized brain of theirs for any creativity. Still, the dog posed a somewhat intelligent question. At least, she was smart enough to realize Ivy was indeed no average cat. 'Oh my, 'zey must be gaining on 'ze evolution chain. Better watch out, Lierre," she thought with a smirk. With a small huff, she sat on her haunches, gently rasping her tongue over her ruffled fur. It took several moments of licking, cleaning, and quickly tying the maroon bandanna back in place before she decided to answer Whatshername's question.
"If I told you 'zat, it would not be 'zat much of a secret, now would it?" Ivy had no intention of revealing her past to these two. It was likely they wouldn't care for a lengthy, boring speech about a one eyed parrot by the name of Gustav living in a circus parading around France. If she were them, anyways, she wouldn't care to listen. "I just learned it, 'zat's all." She frowned slightly though. There had been a rumor going around of another cat, a male one, that had also learned how to speak to the ruffian mutts. The she-cat really didn't know if she should be irritated or pleased that another had been smart enough to learn another language other than just a cat's. At least she was no longer the minority.
"I'm more 'zurprised that you're not curious about my appearance. Most find 'eet interesting 'zat I have more toes than your average feline. Or 'ze fact 'zat I'm wearing clothes. Or had you not noticed, my Red-Jove amie*?"
(*amie = friend, sot = fool)
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Post by Montgomery on Apr 20, 2010 20:21:15 GMT -5
He looked to the funny looking cat and merely grinned. "You are dressed funny...what are you...some kind of kitty clown?" He chuckled warmly before glancing to the Kai Ken. "Castinova...? Jovi, I was just introducing myself...trying to be kind and friendly. In these crazy streets sometimes you could use a friendly smile, although you were singin' yer heart out soooo..." He looked at her wagging his tail warmly. "I guess you were happy enough the way you were. I guess it was me who needed tha friendly face..." He continued to smile at her before looking back to the feline. "You talk too much, y'know...? I chased cats on the farm for the helluvit...I'm not afraid to run ya down the street and up tha tree like a coon..." He grinned happily, standing up trying to show off his large paws.
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Post by shadow on Apr 21, 2010 12:16:29 GMT -5
"I guess you were happy enough the way you were. I guess it was me who needed tha friendly face..."
"Well sir, if you're looking for a friendly face, I'm not the one you want to stumble upon. The streets around here ain't friendly, and I'm probably the bitterest of the load," Whatshername growled lowly. "As for my singing, I just like to sing. Nothing more, nothing less."
Her focus immediately turned back towards Ivy when she commented about Whatsheranme's lack of interest on the strange clothes she was wearing, "Listen up cat, I can tell from you accent and the fact that you've just asked that question that you're new here. I've been wandering this country for years; all my life. I've seen weirder animals then you. You're not that special. The only thing that sets you apart from the rest of the idiots running around these parts is the fact that you can speak to animals not of your own kind. In fact, I dare say I'm jealous of your skill, but that doesn't mean I'm not as good, if not better then you are at anything else. Don't get a big head."
Whatshername snorted in contempt, her tail twitching every few moments as her own tension filled the air. Between this annoying cat and overly happy dog, she was already getting to her breaking point.
However, a voice rang inside her head... her only friend, Skahmikaze's voice: Why do you always want to fight with others?
I don't. I'm tired of it. I don't even remember why I was angry with them in the first place... she'd answered. That was right. She had said that she was going to fix the error of her ways, try to get along better with others. Skah had taught her the value of friendship, something she would have never, ever thought as something important before.
However, her darker side still had a hold on her, and it reminded her just how idiotic it would be to befriend a cat and an overly-uppity dog. She needed better company. She deserved better company....
"Heh," Whatshername muttered. "You cat's are always so egotistical. Its funny that I don't get along with you better. I find it amusing."
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