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paradisalogs2013-02-15 02:24 am
solowingpixy) wrote in paradisalogs2013-02-15 02:24 am
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Of Dogs and Idols
Who: Larry the Big Red Dog & Rise Kujikawa
What: Start of Pixy's loss! And he wakes up in the very, very wrong room.
When: Morning of the 15th
Where: Rise's room, 725
Rating: PG's probably best bet.Who knows what Rise's wearing.
Pixy shifted on his spot on the floor, rolling over onto his stomach in a bit of a haze. His eyes slowly opened and it took a moment to register-- wait a minute, he was on the floor? He knew very well he hadn't been drinking the night before (well, maybe a little-- the whiskey he got from the castle was cheap, but there was no sense in wasting it... and he had only a small glass or two) and he knew what the signs of a hangover were... and this didn't feel like one. Still, that didn't explain why he found himself on the floor.
As he looked up, he didn't even need to make a quick scan around the room to realize something was very, very wrong. This definitely wasn't his room - even with the sudden influx of pink and balloons that annoyed him so everywhere - and frankly, by default, it was much too girly to be his room.
This whole situation was a mystery and a half. He woke up on the floor and in a girl's room, which one might normally think would be the result of a night of heavy drinking, but that answer could be thrown right out. To make matters stranger, he felt some kind of weight around his neck, similar to that of a collar, and it felt like there were chains loosely wrapped around his torso.
He reached towards his neck and felt what was, indeed, a metal collar. A spiked one no less. As the whole situation grew steadily weirder, he pushed himself up slightly and glanced down at himself...
Wait, was that a paw he was looking at?
Pixy gawked a moment as he looked over himself, noting nothing but the body of a red hound with a chain coiled around his body twice before connecting to the collar. He quickly looked up and saw a mirror in the room, hurrying to his feet - well, paws - and going over... and sure enough, what he was staring at was not himself, but at a red hound. The very one depicted in the emblem of the Galm Team that was emblazoned his flight jacket, no less.
His ears twitched as he quickly turned around and saw that the chain attached to him was also attached to the bed post. He hadn't seen the sleeping occupant yet, but he didn't really care to as he took the chain in his maw and, with a low growl, started yanking at it in an attempt to undo the chain from the post so that perhaps he could get out undetected. He didn't want to be here any longer than he needed to be.
Wakey, wakey, Rise.
What: Start of Pixy's loss! And he wakes up in the very, very wrong room.
When: Morning of the 15th
Where: Rise's room, 725
Rating: PG's probably best bet.
Pixy shifted on his spot on the floor, rolling over onto his stomach in a bit of a haze. His eyes slowly opened and it took a moment to register-- wait a minute, he was on the floor? He knew very well he hadn't been drinking the night before (well, maybe a little-- the whiskey he got from the castle was cheap, but there was no sense in wasting it... and he had only a small glass or two) and he knew what the signs of a hangover were... and this didn't feel like one. Still, that didn't explain why he found himself on the floor.
As he looked up, he didn't even need to make a quick scan around the room to realize something was very, very wrong. This definitely wasn't his room - even with the sudden influx of pink and balloons that annoyed him so everywhere - and frankly, by default, it was much too girly to be his room.
This whole situation was a mystery and a half. He woke up on the floor and in a girl's room, which one might normally think would be the result of a night of heavy drinking, but that answer could be thrown right out. To make matters stranger, he felt some kind of weight around his neck, similar to that of a collar, and it felt like there were chains loosely wrapped around his torso.
He reached towards his neck and felt what was, indeed, a metal collar. A spiked one no less. As the whole situation grew steadily weirder, he pushed himself up slightly and glanced down at himself...
Wait, was that a paw he was looking at?
Pixy gawked a moment as he looked over himself, noting nothing but the body of a red hound with a chain coiled around his body twice before connecting to the collar. He quickly looked up and saw a mirror in the room, hurrying to his feet - well, paws - and going over... and sure enough, what he was staring at was not himself, but at a red hound. The very one depicted in the emblem of the Galm Team that was emblazoned his flight jacket, no less.
His ears twitched as he quickly turned around and saw that the chain attached to him was also attached to the bed post. He hadn't seen the sleeping occupant yet, but he didn't really care to as he took the chain in his maw and, with a low growl, started yanking at it in an attempt to undo the chain from the post so that perhaps he could get out undetected. He didn't want to be here any longer than he needed to be.
Wakey, wakey, Rise.