10-30-2008, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2008, 12:46 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
OOC: Yay! Prostitutes are fun!
IC:
After several minutes of 'convincing' the woman that he was handy, she eventually gave in and agreed to let him follow her home. She was convinced people would freak at the sight of some sort of 'Werecoyote' following her, but to her surprise, no one spared a second glance.
"I don't get it... Can't they see you?" The Hooker asked herself out loud.
"Look uh, what was your name again?" Prowl asked her as he casually tailed her, taking in some sights so he could get used to his new habitat. That wouldn't really help, he has a terrible sense of direction.
"It's Candy." She replied.
"Candy?" Prowl smirked. "Is that like your street-name or something? What's your last name, Cane?" He added jokingly.
Candy stopped and turned to face him. "What of it, Fido?"
Prowl wiped the smug grin off his face and yanked his collar a little. "Oh. Got a real name?"
"Candice." She retorted and continued.
Prowl resumed tailing her casually. "Can-Can, y'see, only people with Fursonas can see me. At least that's what the voices in my head tell me. D'you have a Fursona?"
"What the hell's a Fursona?" Candy grunted as she reached a worn down building.
"A Fursona's... me. Oh I'm not crazy or anything, I think the voices in my head are Narrators telling me what to do next." He explained as he followed her up the stairs to her flat.
"Right... not Crazy." Candy rolled her eyes as she rummaged for her key in her messy purse. "You broke my compact."
"Sorry." Prowl apologized sheepishly.
"-And what ever a Fursona is... I don't have one." She added. What she didn't tell him was that she USED to have one back in the day when she was younger. She was a furry once herself until life grabbed her by the hair and slapped her.
[School]
"Hey... Alex... Tia..." Ray rasped as he shuffled past them, stopping somewhere in between the two. He looked disgruntled with coffee stains on his clothes and a cracked lens on his glasses. "Did you notice how schools' keep a very intricate status quo that ensures people like me don't get any dates?" He asked as if the massive blue mass that was Mar wasn't there.
"-And is that... big... blue... thing. Mar?" He pushed his glasses up questionably. As of this morning, he had this certain air of creepiness to him that wasn't there before.
IC:
After several minutes of 'convincing' the woman that he was handy, she eventually gave in and agreed to let him follow her home. She was convinced people would freak at the sight of some sort of 'Werecoyote' following her, but to her surprise, no one spared a second glance.
"I don't get it... Can't they see you?" The Hooker asked herself out loud.
"Look uh, what was your name again?" Prowl asked her as he casually tailed her, taking in some sights so he could get used to his new habitat. That wouldn't really help, he has a terrible sense of direction.
"It's Candy." She replied.
"Candy?" Prowl smirked. "Is that like your street-name or something? What's your last name, Cane?" He added jokingly.
Candy stopped and turned to face him. "What of it, Fido?"
Prowl wiped the smug grin off his face and yanked his collar a little. "Oh. Got a real name?"
"Candice." She retorted and continued.
Prowl resumed tailing her casually. "Can-Can, y'see, only people with Fursonas can see me. At least that's what the voices in my head tell me. D'you have a Fursona?"
"What the hell's a Fursona?" Candy grunted as she reached a worn down building.
"A Fursona's... me. Oh I'm not crazy or anything, I think the voices in my head are Narrators telling me what to do next." He explained as he followed her up the stairs to her flat.
"Right... not Crazy." Candy rolled her eyes as she rummaged for her key in her messy purse. "You broke my compact."
"Sorry." Prowl apologized sheepishly.
"-And what ever a Fursona is... I don't have one." She added. What she didn't tell him was that she USED to have one back in the day when she was younger. She was a furry once herself until life grabbed her by the hair and slapped her.
[School]
"Hey... Alex... Tia..." Ray rasped as he shuffled past them, stopping somewhere in between the two. He looked disgruntled with coffee stains on his clothes and a cracked lens on his glasses. "Did you notice how schools' keep a very intricate status quo that ensures people like me don't get any dates?" He asked as if the massive blue mass that was Mar wasn't there.
"-And is that... big... blue... thing. Mar?" He pushed his glasses up questionably. As of this morning, he had this certain air of creepiness to him that wasn't there before.
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