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Post by butts2faces on Jan 26, 2013 4:12:44 GMT -5
¡SLAAAAAAAAAAAP! The action ignites complete silence as the world began to wonder who just slapped a random table backstage and why. It wasn't normal, was it? Sane people don't slap wooden tables, that's completely absurd. Sane people see tables as friends, as convenience, a structural modern marvel with the utmost of support! So...what did this mysterious hand have against tables? Obviously it was crazy, and the table deserved an apology. Slowly, the hand began to rise, each movement ignited by the tip of its fingernails. Higher and higher the hand rose, now inches above the table, each finger leaving their collective imprint. "Hellooooooooo~" A whisper connects the hand to a human, perhaps female. "I think I caught'nyaa~" Glowing eyes are suddenly seen in the background, glowing yellow eyes growing bigger and bigger as the hand rose higher and higher. "Don't be shy, I'm only going to eat'chew-" the growing pauses. "In pro'lly the right order too. So cool, nyaa?"[/size] The hand now disappears, the eyes now fully focused on the prey of what it had captured. Blink.
Blink.
Blink. "WHAT'CHA YOU MEAN I CAUGHT NYAATHING?!" Huffing and puffing, the world is introduced to Miss Mari Pan, her nostrils flaring under the light of serene disappointment. "I slave, I slave, and I slave, just hoping to catch something, and yet I always catch nyaathing, I'm completely fed up with it!" She was caught within her own endless loop. That hope that someday her "keen" eyes would land on real scrumptious prey instead of bloating imaginary ones. Each time she would slap her hand hard against it, and slowly with the utmost of curiosity raise it, in hopes of a hearty dinner. But, like always...it was nothing. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TABLE!" Cuffing her hands beneath the edge, Mari than flips the table with absolute ease, the commotion drawing attention of all her potential friends and enemies. "What?! NYAA'S JUST A TABLE!" Stomping in a fit, she makes sure she stomps four full times inside the table before leaving the area. However just as she turns the corner something draws her attention. It was bright. It was red. It was a key ingredient in making really warm blankets. "YAAAAAAAAAAAR-!" ¡Wait! Getting a case of a shifty-eyes, Mari looks left, and then she looks right. The last thing she wanted to do was make a total fool of herself in front of new colleagues. It was a brand new work environment, and Mari Pan needed to make a great first impression. Otherwise she may have been doomed forever as that "slightly off chick at the coffee shop." Which happened by complete accident at her last job...at a coffee shop. Looking down, her throat made that yearning noise. A yearning noise of absolute desire. The yarn was so bright! The yarn was so red! The yawn could totally make really warm blankets! The yarn belongs between her paw-hands. Between her hands. Closing her eyes, Mari tried to imagine herself somewhere awful. Somewhere that would completely distract her from the fact that there was a ball of bright red, blanket-making yarn just feet away from her. Like...being at the CDC in the first season of the Walking Dead. "This is stupid! Trying not to think about it just makes me want to think about it nyaare!" Opening her eyes, she looks downward, ready to succumb to her primal desires. "WHO TOOK IT?!" SURPRISE! Someone had stolen her precious yarn!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 2:03:07 GMT -5
Looking for this?
Mari Pan looks over to her right, and sees the bright red hair of Kyra, and sees her red yarn ball being tossed up and down in her hand.
You want to play fetch? Oh wait, that's dogs isn't it. And you're so obviously a feline. Well... your toast body and your rainbow farts won't get you any further up the ranks here in ViralPro. None of that anime girl-cat crap will. There's no dogs and cats allowed in Miss Kyra's ring, only humans who know how to wrestle.
Kyra stops tossing the yarn ball up and down, and stuffs it into her jeans front pocket.
I have an idea that's just 'purrrrr'fect! If you beat me tonight, I'll give you your precious yarn ball back. How does that sound?
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Post by butts2faces on Jan 28, 2013 2:45:14 GMT -5
"Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll~" Mari Pan took a moment to really ponder the idea of potentially winning a ball of yarn. A ball of bright rad, blanket-making yarn. Scratching her head, she looked at the yarn, than at Kyra's hair, and then back the red yarn. "You're kinda wrong. It wasn't mine to begin with, it was just there. Right there. Right here. Where my foot is right nyaaow." Mari made mind to stomp where the mystery yarn was. "BUT I WILL TOTALLY FIGHT YOU FOR IT! I do have a question though. A really important, fantastic, splendid question. The more adjectives the better, wouldn't you agree? OH, but that wasn't the question. I know, it's confusing, to say you have a question and then to ask a question, but believe me, that wasn't the questionyaa!" Pan holds up a lone finger into the air, very excitingly.
Walking up to Kyra, not showing any signs of fear, Mari begins to examine her hair, not bothering to ask permission to touch it. Lifting a strand, she lets it drop, watching the movements very carefully with bright, glowing eyes. She does it again, and again, and one more time. Now appearing face-to-face with her newly found rival, "Is your hair made of yarn?" she pauses, acting as if she was waiting for answer, but before Kyra could utter a single syllable she continued, "...that wasn't the question, just to be clear! I'm being honestly serious, the shade of red in that ball of yarn, matches the shade of red from your hair. That can only lead to one VERY logical conclusionyaa." Giving Kyra her best toothy-smile, complete with shining fang, Mari Pan grows with even more excitement. "That ball of yarn is yours. You planted it right there, right here, right where my foot is." Stomp, stomp. "You wanted me to find it, you wanted to lure me into this trap! Why? -Again, not the question- because you want to be my friend, that's sooooooooooooo cool! It's not every day I make friends, you can say that people....don't really understand me, but I can tell from the way you set up this trap that you REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY mean it!"
Wrapping her arms around Kyra, she then gives her a really strong cat-hug, and began to purr in the process. "But here's the question, the actual question, again just to be clear." Letting go of the hug, Mari Pan then puts Kyra within arm-length's distance. "Can you purr like you just did a moment ago? I think it's a key-factor if we're going to be best friends. I can't be best friends with someone who can't purr! It's kind of a rule."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 6:07:45 GMT -5
Kyra was unsure what to make of this hug, and simply froze, with an stunned look on her face. She actually drops the ball of yarn.
What? Friends? No-Noooo that's not what I was talking about...
As Mari Pan releases the hug Kyra quickly scoops down and retrieves the yarn ball.
This isn't about being friends, weeaboo. This is about you proving to me that you're serious about wrestling! We've already got a gods-honest clown in the house who wears her makeup 24-7, I want people to look at me seriously, and I can't have that if I'm goofy by association.
Kyra holds out the yarn ball.
You vs Me. Wrestling. If you win, you get yarn ball. Gotit?
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Post by butts2faces on Feb 1, 2013 14:41:43 GMT -5
"You're so silly, of course I got it! I'm not pea-brained, though that would be kind of silly, dont'cha think nyaa?" Mari Pan holds up a hand towards Kyra, showcasing just how small a pea was. "I mean, can you imagine all that knowledge into something so tiny-winy? It would truly be SPECTACULAR! But then why would our brains have to be so big if something so smally-wally could hold such vast amounts of information? It would be waste of space! We could fill something important in there, like...ooh...meat! YES, MEAT! I love meat, I'm sure you like meat too, I mean it's the best thing ever in the whole-wide world, and since we're obviously best friends, we both love the exact same things!" Mari wasn't completely oblivious to the idea that Kyra wasn't too fond of her, but why else would someone go through the trouble of concocting such a dastardly plan? To Mari, Kyra was just crying for friendship and despite what she may have verbally expressed Mari knew that deep within her heart she craved it.
"If you wanted to be taken seriously, you wouldn't have sought out my attentionyaa. You're not fooling me! You're not fooling the people watching us either, everyone can see, including your own reflection, that you really, really, really want to purr againyaa." Feeling that Kyra just needed time to soak the reality of her assumed actions, Mari began to leave the scene, punching her own fists as a small warm-up ritual. Walking backward, she leaves Kyra was one last comment before their destined meeting inside the ring. "Our fight means more than just your ball of yarn! It's a symbol of our friendship! I'm going to give it my best! FIGHT!" Mari then hops skyward, pointing upward before scurrying off to prepare.
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