Say 'Allo to My Little Friend! [Py/Maddox]

[Zayid Shamoun]

It was dreadfully disgusting down here. Dirty, filthy...loathsome. But at least it was dark - dark was good. It reminded him of his study, where the sunlight would barely reach the recesses of his room and he read his books illuminated only by the light of candles. It felt so archaic, like he was studying with the great minds of the past! But here, in this...sewer. He felt so beneath what he was made to be, what he had always been. Royalty - royals did not live in sewers! Father would not be pleased. Zayid thought with a deep frown creasing his face. He could feel grime on his face, but his hands were just as dirty - never had his hands been so filthy! “Disgusting,” He whined to himself, his eyebrows puckered and pulled together and his nose crinkled in revulsion.

He was standing amidst the throng of Carna who flowed around him in the cluttered main tunnel as if he were in some giant river of human filth. An actual river of filthy humans! And he was the rock in the midst of these rapids and they flowed around him but not without knocking shoulders with rough growls and hisses. He would pull away from them in fear and revulsion, drawing his once manicured fingers to his lips and vaugely tempted to bite his nails before he would realize they were covered in dirt. His first day in the Carna and they had made him dig a new toilet facility. Great Prince Zayid, son of King Namir! Digging a latrine! How vile!

Zayid shook his head with a queasy sigh caught between a squeak and an exhale. He was exhausted and his muscles ached and his hands were all covered in dirt and egads, was that a blister? A bulky looking man swept by with a grunt and shoved him against the wall, effectively knocking the breath out of him. He slid down the sewer wall, his eyes glassy and dazed, lips slightly parted. He huffed for a moment but when no one came to his aid he simply glared, quite meanly if you asked him, at a spot on the wall until he felt himself nod off to sleep.



ooc; what a whiner >>’ also, has not posted in a bit / ever with him before XD so pls ignore the suck? xD

[Maddox McCleod]

The low, resounding cackle that suddenly echoed in the sewers should have been enough to send any sane shifter fleeing for their life. If the evil-overlord worthy manical laugher it scaled to wasn’t enough, then perhaps a glimpse at Maddox’s face, contorted with glee, would be. She sat on her heels before a sizeable box, dusty and grim from it’s time outside, the top askew and forgotten on the floor. It’s contents, should anyone have to judge singularly by her expression, was nothing short of the holy grail. Her mind spun through delightful and wicked fantasies as her eyes roved over the find, able to draw only one conclusion.

Py must be informed.

With great haste she shoved the lid back on and hefted her prize, laughter dying down to a mad grin that played on her lips. The pink-haired midget of her seeking would not be too hard to find, she herself had just come from cooking dinner for the Carna with several tenderfoots that she lorded over with cleaver and spoon, and Py was never one to pass up a meal.

Sure enough, after a short minute of bumperCarna Maddox found her friend on his bed with his dinner. Without a word she leaped over to join him, eyes burning with excitement. Reverently, she set the box between them and removed the lid, letting the rows of dusty but perfectly legible bottles be seen. Ultra permanent hair dye, in every color conceivable lay unopened before them, begging to be utilized. Maddox was known for many things, patience was not one of them. “Pinky,” she cooed, pawing through the colors to show him the full array. “We need a tenderfoot, and we need one now.”

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ooc; SIC EM BOY >D

[Py Ackerman]

[bg=675246][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] When given the time, Py often savored his food with a relish that would lead one to believe that he was only given a meal once per month and that he therefore had to make it last a few hours. The food Maddox made was often nothing short of a delicious feast to him and thus it had to be treated with proper dignity; now was one of these times. He’d just settled on the bed and started to poke at his dinner with careful enthusiasm when his friend, who had disappeared for a few moments, sat back down beside him. This was nothing new; however, the box that she slid between them certainly was, and his interest was immediately perked. An unformed question on his lips, he watched with wide eyes as she lifted off the lid and revealed the treasures that lay within. That is, to say, every imaginable color of hair dye. Jackpot. His expression grew entirely giddy, his excitement like that of a child’s that had just opened their first present on Christmas Day. This…this was something divine, and he felt he could say that despite his lack of a religious nature. “You….I could kiss you! This is brilliant!” he exclaimed, drawing a few curious glances in their direction which he ignored. “Yes, yes, of course. There’s plenty of those around. Can’t throw a stone or a cat without hitting one.” At the mention of ’needing a tenderfoot’, a sandy-haired boy who’d been sitting with a group of other tenderfoots a few feet away blinked at him in theatrical horror, then at the others, and promptly fled with his dinner, the others straggling along behind him in pursuit. “Pft, trust Keelan to run off when he’s needed. No matter, we’ll find us someone else.” And with that he placed the lid back on the box, shoved the box into her arms, and towed her off down a sewer tunnel, all but skipping in his merriness while keeping an eye out for any tenderfoots that were less swift-footed. He should’ve been looking down rather than up, because he practically tripped over one not far off down the tunnel. A quick stare informed him this was a newbie, likely a tenderfoot, and with a certain amount of worrying glee he whipped out a bandana and promptly tied it blindfold-style over the tenderfoot’s eyes, beaming up at Maddox as he clung tightly to him to make sure he wouldn‘t escape. “I caught one!” And with that, he promptly proceeded to try and haul him off further down the hall, resisting all efforts that the other made to escape. Small though he was, Py was no pushover. Besides, they needed to do this deed away from prying eyes - his hair, in the end, would be marvelous. word count; n/a ooc; BAM.

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[Zayid Shamoun]

He was in his study again, fingers ink-stained from the calligraphy he’d been dabbling at. He was writing a poem for Anisa, but the words just didn’t come out right. It seemed they never did - and it was the last chance he’d have to write it for her. He looked down at the finely aged paper, with his beautifully scribed letters flickering in the candle light, when a blot appeared. He thought at first it was ink, but as it grew in size and began to consume the sheet of paper and the love poem he had written he realized it was...blood! He gasped and dropped the paper on the table where it burst into flame, and he heard the loud BOOM! Of an explosion and his room shook, ash clouding his lungs as smoke billowed into the room and his eyes were filled with darkness.

He jerked awake and tried to open his eyes, but all he saw was...no! His eyes were open and all he saw was black! And he felt arms grabbing him, pulling him, strong hands like iron. No, not again! He felt his lungs constrict and wondered where the smoke was. Zayid let out a girlish scream and tried to claw at whoever held him, but it was no use. Whoever held him was much stronger than he, but he didn’t relent. “I caught one!” It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn’t blind, but that he was blindfolded, and nothing was on fire. It had been a dream. But in a split, terrifying second he realized that his worse nightmares had come true. He was being kidnapped. His greatest fear had once again been realized! Allah bless him, he was about to meet his maker. But not without some attempt at escape, no sir!

He let out another girlish little squeak when the kidnappers gave him an especially rough shove, and he shouted in his boldest voice, “Unhand me, you ruffians!” He flailed blindly against them again to no avail, his weak limbs already beginning to tremble uncontrollably. It must be those Fussies! They hated the Carna, or so he had been told. He could make this work! He tried to stuff down the panic that tightened in his throat, that familiar terror that turned his tongue into lead - there would be no pulling this off if he didn’t sound powerful. “I-I am Prince Zayid-Namir Shamoun! A great C-Commander in the Carna Ring! You Fussie f-fiends have no...no...no idea who you’re dealing with!” His voice cracked under the pressure and the stutter and the stumbling over his words as he was dragged along. “I say, unhand me! You...you...the force of a hundred Carna warriors will rain down up-p-pon you if I am not released!” Zayid bellowed as confidently as he could, but it resulted as a series of half-hearted and breathy squeaks.




ooc; *facepalm*

[Maddox McCleod]

She very nearly tipped backward off the bed when the box was thrust into her arms by Py's over-enthusiasm, and after a moment of precarious tilting she rocked forward onto her knees and bounced up after her friend. "You need to train that one better," she called after the quickly vanishing shock of pink hair, "much too skittish!" He was out the door by the time she'd pushed her way back through the dinner-minded hoard, and her boots slapped loudly on the concrete as she sprinted after him, box hugged tight to her chest.

Maddox was set to complain about his failure to wait when she realized he was struggling with something, a something she quickly realized was a someone. She skipped around the hunter to see their unfortunate victim and eyed the shock of curls with some alarm. "That's not Adison, is it?" Her squeak of a question was lost in the sudden barrage of hysterical and alarmingly unmanly protests from the captive, but she immediately became quite certain that the man was not her superior. It was good, she did enjoy living after all. No, this was new member, one she had glimpsed a time or two, memorable for his accent and rather... regal posture. Very odd. And about to be very colorful. "Ooh, you hear that Mr. P? We bagged us an IMPORTANT Carna! Juuuuust what we were lookin' fo!"

He was in short order manhandled down the tunnel and outside, heading for one of the many abandoned warehouses. Maddox's voice wavered dangerously with compressed laughter, and she leaned into Py to complain as they circumvented an old Ford. "Must you catch the weird ones? Oi! Behave, Princey, or we'll feed you to the...." An ancient flyer caught her eye. "To the whales! Yes. Hungry, hungry whales. Only if you're a pain though, right?" Upon reaching a suitably uninhabited space she set to digging through the boxes, leaving the handling of the man to Py and his copious manmuscles. "What do you think dear Mr. P, your favorite.. or mine?" She held up pink and purple dyes respectively, clearly torn. Their options were just far, far to numerous.

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ooc; my brain is playing hopscotch. x'D apologies.

[Py Ackerman]

[bg=675246][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Py let out a sharp bark of laughter at the other’s protests, shaking his head slowly in a disapproving manner, although the newbie would, of course, not be able to see that with the blindfold concealing his eyes. It took a moment for his brain to click that the tenderfoot probably thought they were Fulsi (Fussie, he had called them), and he grinned broadly, exclaiming, “Oh so very important, though I am rather insulted that he thinks we’re Fussie, Miss M. I thought we smelt much better than that!” Sure, he could’ve played along with it, but he thought maybe the other would calm down once he realized they were from the same ring as he was. His cackling could be heard all the way down the halls, but he toned it down once they reached outside to avoid drawing attention. The hunter steered the tenderfoot towards the warehouses, knowing full well that no one could stop them - who would, though? - once they were in one of them. He only just managed to choke back laughter at Maddox’s words about the whales, and he cast her an amused look, eyebrows waggling comically. She was aware of his previous occupations involving them, he knew. “They love shrimps, y’know, and I’m sure they’d love a tenderfoot like this just as much. Bit on the thin side, though, eh?” The man poked at Zayid’s ribs teasingly. “Perhaps we should fatten him up first, Miss. For preparation purposes, of course, should he decide to be annoying.” Upon reaching the warehouse of their choosing, Py was left to deal with the prince, a task that he took great glee in; hauling him around when the other was squirming so much was a bit of a pain, but not too hampering, and he managed to scrounge up a few pieces of short rope. These were then, with much greater difficulty, used to tie up the other’s hands behind his back, and his ankles in short order afterwards. He’d had to bite him at some point during this in order to get him to comply better, and Py had a few scratches on his arms, but when all was said and done, he plopped the other down on top of a crate and growled at him to sit still. “There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He turned his head for a moment to blink at Maddox when she asked him a question, and he frowned thoughtfully, glancing between the dye and then the man. Finally, with a wide, maniacal grin, he replied, “Both of them. No…nooo. A rainbow. Yes! Can’t you just see it?” He took a few steps to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and waving his hand in a wide sweeping gesture through the air, palm facing out. “It would be so…intense.” The hunter loosened his grip with a snicker and waltzed back over to the tenderfoot, bending down and wrapping an arm around his shoulders instead, giving Maddox a puppy-eyed look, pout and all. “Pleaseeee? We can still use pink and purple, of course. But just imagine all those other colors, too.” He bent his head over to peer at the newbie instead, frowning when he noticed how pale and fearful he looked, then patted him lightly on the cheek. “C’mon, cheer up, princey, we won’t hurt you. Honest. Look, the whales have all migrated past here anyhow. And don‘t you dare pass out on us before we‘ve even done anything, or that‘ll just ruin all the fun.” ooc; ...please let me know if I need to edit x'D Wasn't sure whether to play along with the Fulsi thing or not some more. ...DOUBLE RAINBOW, DOUBLE RAINBOW, ACROSS THE SKY, YEAHHHH YEAHHH, SO INTENSEEEE~

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