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1 Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 4:32 am

Mouth agape Chesha pondered what kind of saint ran this shindig. Tables upon tables filled with food and people lining them as they chatted, having a merry ol’ time amidst this plethora of primo grub. In the hungry girl’s eyes it practically sparkled something fierce, putting the very heavens to shame. Maybe she’d somehow ended up in Valhalla instead? No, no, hopefully not, though given Alejandro’s tsking at her probably not unless he somehow snuck his way into Valhalla too. ’Then again he’s not a dumb one…I’m sure if anyone could convince their way through he could.’

Nodding to this internal realization the girl stepped forth only for a hand to swing into view, fingers splayed. ”Sorry, s’all ya c’n eat, but s’gonna cost ya some beli first,” the gruff voice of a rather rotund and tall fellow rumbled. He eyed her as though expecting the much shorter female to attempt a drive by through sheer small stature compared to his girth – likely kids trying to the same earlier.

”Here ya go!” Rather than fight it – especially with this sea of bounty before her! – the girl dropped the few bucks she owed and rubbed her hands together in eagerness as the fellow counted them out. It wasn’t a grand amount blessedly, easily akin to a simple plate of food at a restaurant, but would easily make returns based on how much she could stuff down her gullet.

Briefly pondering how they intended to actually make any money the discovery came quickly as one table of fellows handed over more wadded up money for drinks. ’Guess no alcohol then!’ She took a seat at one of the tables, careful to make sure one of them remained open next to her and allowed Alejandro – as she called her tail – to rise up and both heartily dug into the piles.

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2 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 4:50 am

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The patter of feet followed by a burst of speed abruptly sent the small tanned thief thru the doors of a restaurant establishment. Even as her feet slapped against the floor like a fish on wood, the sound of her stomach rumbling could seemingly be heard over all the small talk conversation that was buzzing throughout the venue. Hoping over the anti-line cutting rope, Waffles pushed people out of the way as she ran by in a flurry, rapidly stocking up a multitude of things on her plate. Gravy slouched on an old lady, as a frenzied piece of chicken flew off into someone in the crowd’s eye. Hoping on the counter to circumvent all the people traffic, she continued to pile her plate with as much as possible before turning around, and trying to jump off of the counter back onto the fancy pants Marble.

For a moment her legs continued to move in a running motion, her arms as well, though she made sure to spill nothing on the plate, not a single drop of gravy was lost. Yet soon she thieving girl realized that she wasn’t getting any closer to the ground or moving at all. Only now that she noticed this, did she notice the ominous shadow that loomed over her small being. Turning her head to the side, she was staring in the face of the chubby faced owner of the establishment who was currently wielding a giant spatula. ”I Rec’n you had thought da’ register was dat’da way, huh, Waffles?” He smiled at the girl jovially, as she cursed under her breath, knowing what was about to happen.

”Humbo I’m starrrrrrvvvvvvvvvinguh! You just wanna be the reason a little girl starves?” Tears were beginning to swell in the large crystalline orbs, as her lip quivered endlessly. Continuing she said, ”All-I-wanna-do-is-not-be-hungry.” Sniffling between every word, she sobbed audibly and crazily, causing the patrons of the restaurant to look in her direction. Slapping the girl on the arm with the spatula, Humbo released the girl, shoo’ing her away as she stuck her tongue out at him. Pulling up a chair at a nearby table, she had ignored the fact that there was already a person there, believing her presence alone making it okay. Stuffing her mouth the girl said to the Snake-tailed Cyborg, ”Imvssmma Wavsfles. Whfso’s you?” Swallowing hard she repeated, ”I’m Waffles, who’s you?” Such social grace, she thought to herself as she wiped the scam tears out of her eye.


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3 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 5:08 am

Bird legs, chicken nuggets, a slab of meat, a chunk of baby sheep slathered in gravy, and a variety of other meats stacked high on a single plate. It left the carnivore side of Chesha in pure bliss just to witness let alone taste, the girl unable to help pretending a pair of nuggets a little oblong shaped to be people casually chatting before realizing the monster snuck up on them and-gulp! Down they went with a hint of a combination of sauces – an almost pink bloody color by this point. It didn’t matter and went well with some of the mashed potatoes from her other plate of mixed hoopla.

Alejandro wasn’t as easily distracted, the long, snake-like appendage turning as if to stare at the girl even as it chewed on a bird leg – tasted like duck and yet had been as large as a turkey leg – as if considering her. Albeit without eyes one could only hazard a guess. Slowly, as it came to spit out the cleaned off, thick thigh bone back onto the plate it seemed as if the pale girl realized they had company, albeit forcibly. Another pair of “citizens” had been about to meet their doom as those electric blue eyes peered over the mini mountains to regard their new table mate – or maybe she’d been here first? Who cared?

”Your name’s delicious,” she declared rather than offered a name of her own, smiling with pearly whites, ”But I guess you get that a lot.” Down went one of the two unsuspecting citizens, falsely believing the beast before them distracted by simple banter. Poor, poor nugget person.

”She is Chesha and I am Alejandro, or “Alej” (Aleh) for short,” the tail introduced in her stead, his voice smooth and matter of fact as he “perused” the plate of meat for another leg. They oh so were his favorite after all, something about leaving those bones clean…and then crunching them later.

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4 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 5:35 am

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With the way Chesha had her plate set up, you would think that two had come from similar circumstances, though just eyeing her Waffles could tell that wasn’t true. Scarred, slightly dirty, and without shoes was the Marksman’s M.O., looking much like a baby bandit in training more than anyone with serious goals. Giving a cornbread clad grin at the compliment, she muttered thru the mess of food, ”Dank you!”, before swallowing hard, and continuing. ”I wish….most of deez people have some sort of problem wit’ me for whatever reason. It’s like you loot one person, scam another, and BAM!” Abruptly standing to her feet on top of the chair the girl finished, ”Everyone starts bein’ all hateful to ya.” Sitting herself down from her rallied performance, she picked ignored the fork that was waiting on the table for her, instead simply picking up a handful of mashed potatoes and jamming them into her gullet.

Her eyes seemed to roll back for a moment as mashed potato mixed saliva dribbled down her chin before she her tongue went to save the delicious morsels. Humbo always had some of the best shit, and he was always a pretty friendly guy...which is why he was on her hit list. She knew if she could get her hands on the recipes and sell them on the Black Market she could make a fortune! Well maybe not a fortune, but a lot of money nonetheless! Absent-mindedly the bandana wearing misfit began to rub her palms together as she sometimes did when she thought of her diabolical schemes. The maniacal cackle would have quickly followed suit if she didn’t realize she had smeared mashed potatoes between her fingers.

Bringing her small hands to her mouth, Waffles began to lap up the creases of her fingers, as she said between licks, ”Nice ta meetcha, Allahz and Chellz. Where are ma’ manners.” She was a thief, not a rude bastard. Extending her newly cleaned hands, she clasped her hand around Ajeh’s neck, shaking him slightly before leaning over more and pushing the hand in front of Chesha and her dish, as to hopefully not be ignored. It was alarming how little she was actually bothered by a talking snake, but weird occurrences were the norm to her. It was better than that one guy who ate a Devil Fruit that gave his elbow an extra mouth. All that stupid thing did was talk. Wielding what looked like a dinosaur hand in her free hand, Waffles bit down carnivorously on it, as she began to chew loudly. Mhmmmm, calories.


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5 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 6:29 am

With all the grace of a woman of proper class the gritty girl thanked her for the kind compliment, something that only enamored Chesha more to the rapscallion. Sparring her a few nods in between sacrifices – including of the tiny green tree variety – the modified woman totally understood! People became so quick to judge for a simple action or two! I mean really, who would miss Dear, Little Jimmy anyways? His tears fetched a pretty price though, part of that same sum paying for this meal. Shame to sell them really, but such was life and money certainly helped in living.
 
The girl took a required moment to properly appreciate the mashed potatoes, something the cyborg could again get behind because they looked fantastic and a part of her really wanted to savor them. The other part just wanted to slam her head into it and perhaps drown for a few beats…but she really disliked getting too much gunk in her hair too and it’d be a waste.
 
Kindly the girl cleaned her hand of residue before glomming onto the traveler’s sentient tail, Alejandro surprised and yet incapable of really showing it due to a lack of lips. So many people gave her a wide birth because of her dearest companion who really had no other option than to keep her company so it came as a welcome relief to see someone unfazed for once. Dropping the chunk of veal – and doing a quick finger lick herself – Chesha shook hands with the shorter humanoid. Because of her wonderful manners Chesha would even refrain from calling her small fry, rare treat as it might’ve been to say such.
 
For a wonderful few minutes the trio were left to delight in their plates before a gentleman from another table leaned over. He’d spied how the pair enjoyed their meal heartily and seemed to consider something before offering them an extra “treat” of sorts. This man sported quite a grizzled exterior, sporting a mostly grayed and bristly beard, his hair sticking out in weird places from beneath his fisherman’s hat, clothes disheveled as though he’d worn them the past few days.
 

” ‘Ey! You ladies e’er ‘eard o’ th’ Golden Ostrich? Locals say s’quite a delicacy if’n ya c’n catch it!”

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6 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 7:05 am

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As Chesha firmly took and shook her small hand, she returned to her edible delights. Waffles plate had began to look like a beautiful disaster of color, as the many food items began to collide together, no separation between them at all. That’s how she liked it, a jumbled mess, which was likely a token of her having to eat out of the trash at times. Things didn’t seem to bad if it was all mushed together. Heck, sometimes like that you got to taste something good within the compilation of mixed foods. Such things like that almost made Waffles okay that she scavenging to begin with. It was the little things in life man, the little things. As she gulped down another bite of something she couldn’t readily recognize anymore, she shot out, ”Ya know what Chellz and Allahz, I think y’all kinna cool. Not like, extra dank 360noscope kinna cool, but just relaxin’ to be around.”

If only she knew she was sharing the table with a serial killer that ate people...nothing at all would have changed. Nonetheless, as she was about to prod into what it was exactly that Chesha had been doing here anyway, she was interrupted by some rare bird consigliere that had found a way to brown nose into their table. Whipping her head to face him, the long thick ponytail of auburn whipped across his face before she stood to her feet and placed her finger against his forehead, ”Who d’ya think ya are? Talkin’ bout mythical golden birds that no one has ever even caught. IT’S A MYTH I TELL YA, MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTH!!!” Removing her nose from his nose, the man looked in awe at his newly gravy stained face as Waffles turned around and sat back down at the table as if nothing had happened, returning to a handful of rice as she did so.

Speaking as loudly as she could since they were being easedropped on anyway she said, ”But maybe we should look into it, since dat’s what bearded ugly wants us to check out. Lemme just break out my handy dandy rare bird flight pattern tracker.” Rolling her eyes at her own sarcasm, she looked towards Chellz as she inquired, ”Though you wouldn’t happen to know the patterns of such a bird would you? Or maybe you, Allahz. Did you come with a terrain gizmo for finding golden oskritchez? Lemme know, and we can go shoot this thing!” Removing her revolver from her waistband, she brandished it for a short moment, before playing it back, just to let the man know that she was packin’ if he tried something with his gravy mouth.


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7 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Tue Oct 25, 2016 7:31 am

What did ‘dank’ mean? Maybe it was something muggles spoke…though Chesha never did quite find out what ‘muggle’ meant either…oh well, past was past. No use concerning herself over it now! Besides they’d been labeled a “relaxing cool,” something she could easily get used too. Yes, the sentiments were shared even though Chesha wouldn’t receive an opportunity to say such. Not as this ragamuffin of a working old man butted into their conversation mentioning a brightly colored…were ostriches still counted as fowls? Avians? They couldn’t fly, but one could almost ride them…but that didn’t exactly stick them in the “equestrian” category either. Well regardless the mere notion of ostriches perhaps residing nearby and ripe for the riding intrigued her. Well, and after maybe they could eat it as long as they got the joy ride in before.
 
’Ooooooh and all those feathers! Well gold’s not my color, but sure something could be worked out.’ Mental images of headdresses for Alejandro and herself – and possibly Waffles too – aside, her meal companion put the old man in his place. After all despite the tantalizing hook he had butted in, and yet through the sarcasm the pale woman sensed perhaps some slight turn around? Hard to say as at this point Chesha could only think of volumes of feathers, a new meat to test out, and maybe a charge through town on the thing. Though why they’d be in the area near Logue Town intrigued her more. ”Start talkin’ old man, I want details,” through a cheek full of mashed potatoes Chesha brandished her fork at the man, eyebrows glowering in a mild threat. Or maybe a zesty threat?
 
”Ah…um…” he stuttered for a minute or so, trying to compose himself after the twister ride of their reactions before somewhat finding his voice again, though far less sure of itself than before, ”Ye-yeh um…the Golden Ostrich. Fer reasons forgot’n…prolly a shipmen’ escape, a bunch o’ ostriches ran loose n’ sometimes c’n b’found. E’ry few gen’rations ‘r so onesa them’s gold colored! Heard from a fella who caught it that th’ sonuvabitch was a tasty sucker! Was few years ago so’s about time another a them rare devils spawned!” A bit of his fervor returned, the man excited at the prospect of one of them turning up even if he remained afraid of the gun at the wild child’s hip.
 

”I say we go ‘for it,” Chesha determined, eager to find this roguish pack of ostriches…herd…flock? Whatever. She wanted to ride, eat, and de-feather a few of these suckers! Maybe she could store the feathers away for a multitude of fancy hats? ”Though…no…no trackers…or knowledge of ostriches…but I wanna ride one damn it!” The exclamation came with a bang of her fist on the table, causing her spoon to fly off into someone else’s drink, albeit without her noticing.

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8 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 6:56 am

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As Chesha began to enter a discussion with the bearded old fuck, a smug grin crossed Waffles face, as she thought to herself, ”Yesssssssssssssss. FEAR ME!” This time her malicious cackle couldn’t be calmed by the realization of potato hands, thus she let it out as if she were a singular hyena. Because of her deep laughing, she could barely hear the man’s explanation of where the flightless bird could be as well as their origin story which was less intriguing than a fat man sitting on a couch for 47 hours straight. Yet the fit of demonic laughter ended as the snake-bearing tail girl slammed her fist against the table, sending her spoon cascading thru the air. Following the projection of the utensil, a dull splash echoed for a moment as it landed in another restaurant goers drink. Something which they hadn’t noticed as it occurred. With her eyes fixed, Waffles said more to herself than anyone else, ”Waaaaaaait for it.”

Standing as still as a statue, the small adolescent watched joyfully as the slender blonde lady picked up her cup, and began taking devine gulps up it. Well she had started, before the erect spoon hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag abruptly and spit out the piece of metal. Furiously drinking her water to try and stop from puking, Waffles began to howl in more laughter, wanting to lean over and high five Chellz for such a well time (and placed) prank. By now, Humbo had slank off to go see if he would potentially have to save someone from dying. People dying in your establishment could really mess up our business ya know? Instead he only ran up to be slapped by the blonde, which he retorted by slapping his mighty spatula on top of her head. An explosion of chaos began to ensue, as her man attempted to battle back with Humbo, but was put thru a table as a side-effect.


As Chesha mentioned attempting to go catch the mythological broken bird, Waffles nodded in agreement, if for nothing else so that she could poach some more food while the owner was busy laying the smackdown on the couple. Pushing her chair back, slamming into their nosy neighbors chair, the girl hopped up abruptly as she said, ”Sounds like-a plan! There’s gotta be one or two out there somewhere right?”  It was amazing how quickly she went from disagreeing with someone she didn’t like, versus how quickly her mind changed when the suggestion was made by someone she did. Patting Allahz a quick moment, Waffles slank slowly across the floor towards the food stand and began to rack up more things on her plate before fleeing the establishment. Rounding the corner, she ate handfuls of veal, before peaking out (hopefully at Chesha) and whispering, ”Psssssssssssssssssssst, ya comin’?”


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9 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 7:24 am

The girl tsk’d at the blond woman, displeased: how dare she waste good food by puking it up! How wasteful could one get?! She lacked any signs of physical ailment to boot so there existed little excuse in Chesha’s mind. ’Deserves a boot to the head,’ she thought maliciously, though the spatula in exchange for the slap held a beauty all its own. Things grew more chaotic all too quickly, people so easily riled up by misfortune and more importantly combat. Tables started breaking, silverware and food flying faster than fists…it may as well been a scene of horror.
 
”Nooooo….the fooooooood,” she bemoaned with a small sniffle. A hand picked up a poor, still warm baked bun off the ground where it’d landed after ricocheting off of someone’s head, ”It’s okay, you’re safe now…no one will ever hurt you again…” With a small sob she bit into it, tearing off almost half and chewing it in all its flaky and soft goodness. Probably what heaven tasted like, at least in bread form.
 
In a short span of time her companion with the delectable name choice agreed on this venture, providing Chesha with more company than just her attached-at-the-butt friend Alejandro. It’d be nice! On her way out the pale girl made sure to snag a basket of those yummy biscuits, happily stuffing one into her mouth once outside and free from food fire or fists. Quickly she reunited with the magically shorter girl, her vibrant hair eye-catching enough for the darkly dressed cyborg.
 
”So…s’mai gessh ‘at ‘ey’re in…the foreshty area somewhere.” Gulping part of the mouthful halfway through her sentence made things easier even if she felt a modicum of sadness at lacking that much more of these delightful biscuits. Such was life though. ”I mean I dunno ‘bout you, but I haven’t seen any ostriches in town…though…there was a shop at least that had some pretty poofy lookin’ black feathers…so I ‘spose they gotta be around here somewhere. Hmm…”
 
”They’ll certainly stick to places they can hide, though I believe they like open spaces for the sake of speed. I wouldn’t be surprised if they toe the line between some plains and farm territory whilst occasionally hiding amongst the trees,” Alejandro piped in, tone far smoother than one might expect for the sharkish snake-like appendage. As a treat for his wisdom Chesha tossed a biscuit over her shoulder, the other mouth heartily wolfing it down with a polite “thank you” afterward.
 

”Guess we should get outta town then…for a bit. Might even be able to hit up a farmer or sommat, see if the birds really do bug them or not.”

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10 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 7:49 am

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PPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH, was the sound that echoed throughout the bustling bistro as a body came cascading thru the window, hitting the ground right behind Chesha and her pet body part as they came out eating biscuits. Damn that shit looked good. Both the biscuit and the now unconscious human being. One day people would learn not to fuck with the might that was Humbo. As dank as his food was, he was also a half-giant who used to give no fucks before he picked up a pan and started doing something more constructive than splitting skulls. But it seemed like the slap had brought the worse back out of him. Yet he would be complaining in a few months about having to renovate his restaurant because people just couldn’t eat his delectables peacefully, while giving a piercing stare at Waffles as he did so. That didn’t matter though, at the end of the day his heart was big for the juvenile, so he’d still keep letting her be a fuck up in his space regardless.


Calmed by such thoughts, the small girl looked up at the biscuit consumer before her, nodding as she retorted, ” I damn sure ain’t ner’ seen one of those bastards out here. Maybe they all flew away or sumn.” It was beginning to become blissfully obvious that the girl didn’t even know what an ostrich actually was. She didn’t read books, she only had time to scavenge for survival and cause disarray for fun. When did anyone find time to read about bald flightless animals. Nonetheless, Allahz seemed to have some sort of understanding of what exactly an ostrich would be, as well helping the small girl break down where they would need to go to find one. However there was no way she was about to admit she knew what an ostrich looked like, instead she mused, ”Yep, dat was my first thought. Farm territory...amongst the trees...plains and shit, ya know? Your Oskritch tracker has only confirmed what I knew.”


Again, she patted Allahz on his head for having an idea that was second to her own. Licking her finger, she placed it in the air, checking the direction of the wind like it mattered (though she seen navigators do it, so maybe it would navigate her to the ostriches. With a slight hmmmmmm sound, Waffles snapped her fingers as she bellowed, ”I got it! I know where dey are!” Obviously she had no clue, but she was a native of Logue, so she knew all of the areas that Allahz had described. ”Come on, just past da slums, dhere’s a open field thingy. Usually stuff eats there and junk.” She didn’t add that sometimes she ate there too, mostly butchering the animals for their meat to bring back to town and try and sell. Who cared about an angry farmer, when you needed food? Pointing an index finger towards the darker side of town, the girl began to trot on all fours, digging in the pockets of the unconscious person, taking his Beli, watch, and pistol from his person.


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11 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 8:06 am

Chesha gave her an incredulous look, well, as incredulous as one could look with cheeks stuffed with biscuit mush. What sort of loony thought ostriches could fly? Maybe if one strapped a jetpack or somehow engineered the birds, but it all came down to modifications one way or another to get those thick suckers up in the air. While now she wanted to ride a jetpack soaring ostrich today she’d settle for sitting on the back of one going full throttle on land. If maybe they could clear some hurdles along the way that’d be a fantastic bonus. ’Wonder how they taste too…probably even more satisfying biting into that leg than a turkeys!’ Just the thought sent her salivating.
 
Books had been an earned privilege, access granted based on content and behavior. Amidst the bookshelf her favorites became quickly discerned by that man as she’d gravitated towards ones with pictures of food – so mouthwateringly good looking compared to the precise diet given to her – and those with animals. Various shapes, sizes, and even skin types as well as bodily functions: animals fascinated her. How cool would it be to see heat with your tongue? Or spit blood from your eyes? Regrow a limb? Fly? Snap your jaw so fiercely bones broke?! Oh how she loved leafing through those ones and dreamed of seeing them someday…and possibly getting a joy ride or few pats to feel them. Did elephants feel as leathery as they looked? Were platypus really that funny looking? Could hippos really fling their poo about with their tails?
 
So many possibilities!
 
Through some sort of magic – red, blue, black, white, who knew? – the girl figured out a possible place these overgrown turkeys might be lurking. Well Chesha assumed magic must be in there somewhere judging by the finger thing unless…maybe the little genius wanted to make sure if they were upwind or downwind so the birds wouldn’t smell them and run away! Gods, why didn’t she think of that?! GENIUS!
 
Waffles knew her stuff.
 
Chesha jogged alongside her companion, slowing as she made sure to loot the body laid out before them – like any sane person would – and onwards they went a little more prepared. Though it did give her pause for a moment, double checking she still had the knives from that one house. ’Ah well, we’ll figure it out when we find them. Either sneak attack or scare ‘em into gun fire, whatever works out!’ There was just one other thing though she needed to clear up.
 

”Ostriches don’t fly…I don’t even know if they can swim. They just run really fast and stab you with their beaks and feet.”

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12 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 8:43 am

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”Waaaaaaait a minute…” Stopping where she was, she turned the pistol upside down and began to beat on the unconscious man’s forearm vigorously, breaking it along the wrist. Standing to her feet, Waffles placed her dirty toes around the elbow of the unfortunate being to hold him in place, before procuring a razor blade from her cheek and beginning to carve and cut into the flesh. As the poor fellows blood oozed, the girl continued sawing thru tendons and nerves, before the hand freed itself from the body it was formerly attached to. A light smirk slid across her face, as she waved around the hand as if such an act was completely normal. And maybe it wasn’t normal, but she always made sure to do for her friends if she could. She may not have been a speciality on National Geographic's, but she did know that snakes consumed meat...maybe even the mechanical type.


Placing the hand in Allahz face, she was hoping he would take it, as the blood began to run down her arm and the patron began to mutter, as he roused himself, the suffering of his missing appendage beginning to come to fruition as Waffles holstered her pistol, put the blade back in her cheek, and picked up the plate of food that she had managed to scrape up. After doing all this, she gave the pair a thumbs up as she said, ”Some whore told me dat a happy snake is a good snake. Her being a slag and all, I’m pretty sure she had a different meanin’ of snake, but still!” As she finished her statement, a voice from behind her screamed, ”JESUS FUCK. MY GODDAMN HAND. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY GODDAMN HAND!” Freaking out as he rolled around in half circles like a poorly pushed log, Waffles cringed a bit for him before shrugging her shoulders.


Beckoning Chesha to follow her she said, ”C’mon. I got da place. But since we’re goin’ past the slums anywayz, I gotta drop dis food off to the little ones.” Of all the orphans and homeless kids, Waffles was the eldest, so she took it upon herself to make sure they were taken care of. Cutting people’s hand’s off was just something extra. But other than that, it was the reason she had worked her way into the professions she had chosen. Most who knew her on the surface would call her a selfish douchebag who only takes her stuff. Those without materials and things would say otherwise. Maybe she was Robin Hood...or Robbing Hood. ”So whadya say? It won’t eem be dat long. Sides, da kids love people’s like you. On top dat, I also think it’s important to spread da word oskritches can’t fly. Who knew??” A smug grin flashed on her face once more, as the deep dimples protruded on her face. In all actuality, she just wanted to show off her new friend to the old ones.


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13 Re: Carrot Cake Caper on Wed Oct 26, 2016 9:01 am

Something else on the man caught her attention, though not initially what either sentient entity expected. Watch already taken, valuables, weapon, they thought maybe she’d forgotten some piece of jewelry or something. Maybe a wedding ring or necklace, and then she started hacking. ’Marking a mark?’ Chesha cocked her head to the side, curious what the symbol might look like…right up until she figured out the girl’s aim. ’Poor thing, we’ll have to scrounge up a proper knife for that later.’ It was too late to offer the one in her bag and she wouldn’t always be around to offer one.
 
And then she offered it to Alejandro.
 
Bless her grubby little mitts.
 
The chef delighted in the irony, once hearing that in some cultures thieves lost a hand for their crimes and yet to watch a thief steal a hand sounded like some sort of comedic skit or joke. Well she wasn’t generally one to turn down a helping hand regardless of its purpose and Alejandro really liked the crunch of bones. Gingerly the tooth-filled mouth took the proffered hand, throwing it up into the air and then audibly slamming its jaws on the thing. Snapping of bones was hard to miss alongside the clap of teeth when so close, a few digits hitting the floor Chesha retrieved for him as his protruding nose could get in the way a bit, and tossed them up so he could swallow those as well.
 

Once again she started after her compadre, their escape much quicker with the bellowing man behind them and calling more attention to his issues. It might be time before authorities arrived, but more than likely they’d crop up sooner or later and the sooner they skedaddled the later they might end up in jail down the road. Easily enough she accepted the detour, nodding as she hugged the basket to her chest and kept the biscuits covered to preserve warmth and prevent escapees. The pale girl might feel a spark of kindness enough to share the biscuits, only time would tell. ”S’a good thing to know really. Easier to plan capture when you know what your prey’s capable of,” she chimed back, smiling and showing off a bit of canines at the thought of a good hunt, ”like hunting a penguin: you don’t worry about it goin’ into the air. You worry about it hittin’ the water and swimmin’ off. I wonder how penguins even taste…oh well another day!” Today: ostriches. Tomorrow: penguins?

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