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It was a slightly warm day in Cardiff. Everything seemed like a peaceful ordinary day. People were busy shopping, kids were running around, and a certain red head was watching a hotdog stand from a tree. Everything seemed normal, until...
POP!
Within a moment, half of the people in the line for the hotdog stand, including the guy handing them out. Was covered in a mixture of ketchup and mustard.
Thump.
The green-eyed red haired girl, had fallen out of the tree from laughter.
"OWWwww.." She muttered feeling the pain from the landing. "Whoever said cats land on their feet, was an idiot."
The Nomad was just standing in line, waiting to get his hotdog that he was craving. Looking around he spotted something in the tree near by, thinking it was nothing important looked back ahead. He saw that he was next and stepped forward, he was about to say what he would like when there was a violent explosion, but it was not fire it was jam.
The Time Lord sighed, "Well it looks like I now officially do not like jam." He said, looking around he saw something fall out of the tree, it appeared to be laughing. To the Time Lord this was a bad prank, especially to a Time Lord that does not like jam.
Flicking his arms jam scattered as he trudged away, his shoes squeaking due to jam that slid into his shoes. Yeah now he hates jam.
Okay, let’s back up. Five minutes earlier, Riocard had accidentally noticed that the hot dog vendor’s wallet was hanging rather precariously from his jacket. The Frenchman had wafted – torn between his relatively low morals and his rising hunger pains – but eventually had been lured in by the scent of the hot dogs. He’d noticed the girl in the tree, but he had decided that the British were weird a long time ago and didn’t need to ponder over this fact any longer than he already was.
So he had innocently made his way up to the stand, accidentally brushed the man while walking towards the other side of the park. His slim fingers had just grasped the wallet and he’d removed it from the target, when he’d noticed a hissing. He glanced down, and, a second too late, realized what it was. A bomb.
In the second that the young man had to respond, he squeaked out something about the Virgin and her husband and holy fruit of the womb.
He wasn’t even going to steal the wallet.
But instead of earth shattering and mind numbing pain, the young Frenchman was instead doused with… mustard? He opened one of his eyes hesitantly, wiping off the mustard and licking it from his fingers daintily as he glared at the woman who’d fallen from the tree. He walked over to her and stood above her as she mumbled something about cats.
He opened his mouth to say something, but instead his lips twisted into a grin. He wiped some of the mustard from his chest and, smiling deviously at her, spread it on her face.
Raya heard the light footsteps of someone coming closer, and turned just in time to see a tall mustard covered man... place mustard on her face.
Oh, he did not just do that. Did he?!
She placed a hand to where he spreaded the mustard. Feeling the wet condament, she started laughing.
"Well played! I deserved that." Raya admitted getting up, and wiping her face with her jacket sleeve.
"Out of pure curiosity, how'd you guess it was me?" She asked as she looked around the tree for her shoulder bag. Then she stuck her hand out towards him. "The name's Raya, and my game is original prankster."
The Nomad looked to the man and the.. cat? He shrugged, just wanting to get back to his TARDIS and get cleaned up as he removed more of the sticky jam from his leather jacket as he walked along. He came to a stop in a nearby alley and removed his key from his left pocket.
A few seconds later his ship came into view. He stepped inside, muttering to himself, forgetting to close the door as he walked inside. Going down some steps to the lower level. At the bottom of the steps was a changing room, a wardrobe and a bathroom, after grabbing some new clothing he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Post by Ace McShane on Oct 14, 2012 22:32:44 GMT -5
All she’d wanted was a hot dog that was it. No Daleks, no Cybermen, no life or death situation just a hot dog, simple right?
She’d been waiting in line, and watching a strange girl hanging out in a tree “Odd.” Ace shrugged and turned around just in time to be covering in a mixture of ketchup and mustard. Sticking her tongue out of her mouth Ace licked the side of her lip and opened her eyes “You know what, I think I’m gonna pass on the hot dog, thanks.”
Turning to head back to her flat Ace saw the girl who had been in the tree and another guy, the girl seemed to be laughing. It didn’t take Ace too long to put two and two together. She started over to the pair “Oi, red did you do the mustard and ketchup bomb?” Ace smiled to show there was no hard feelings “Kudos.”
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
Falling back from the explosion of Ketchup and Mustard, she miraculously avoided the massive amounts of sauce flying everywhere. she fell hard on her Japanese tush and squeaked softly as she did. looking around she spotted the laughing red-head and then standing up, walked over to her annoyed and quietly shouted in Japanese "あなたは血のクレイジーですか？あなたが誰かを殺したかもしれない！"(translation at end) Her voice was furiously quiet as she shouted at the red-head.
(Translation: "are you bloody crazy? you could have killed someone!")
Riocard stared at her with wide green eyes as she stared at him with her own wide eyes. Finally, a laugh pushed its way out of her mouth. A dimpled grin played on his lips. “It was a bit obvious, yes?” he said, gesturing to the cart. “The bomb goes off and a ginger falls out of a tree laughing. Easy.” Besides – he had learned that it was almost always the ginger’s fault. (Unless there was a blonde.)
He shook her hand hesitantly after checking for wires or water guns or something. “Rio,” he said, much less climatically than her, but he didn’t really have a ‘game’.
Soon, another lady came up to them and grinned at Raya. He drew a breath to introduce himself to this girl, when a lady came up screaming Japanese. Having traveled in a TARDIS fairly recently, he understood with it fair enough ease.
looking up at the man she just glares and then changing her height to an intimidating 6'2" (Ayano can change her height, 3'4" to 6'2") she continues to glare at him. In a loose English Ayano says "was I talking to you?" she turns back to the other girl changing back to her original height of 5'4" and says again "that was rude, you should apologize!" she demanded of the red-headed girl.
The Nomad was now leaning against a tree nearby, observing them. Ok so the girl on the ground is responsible for what happened? He shifted a little before walking over, "So.. you are the trouble maker huh?" He said with a small grin.
He stopped just outside the little huddle, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He did not care if they knew what he was or what ever.
Post by Ace McShane on Oct 15, 2012 6:02:44 GMT -5
Ace looked at the little Asian girl who walked up to them and laughed a little “Chill out sweetheart no one got hurt, it was all in a bit of fun.” it was just a mixture of ketchup and mustard so she didn’t understand why the girl was all bent out of shape. When the little Asian changed her size Aces eyes went wide “Woooooah.”
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
Rio rolled his eyes as the girl changed her height. He looked at her and stood on his tip-toes, becoming taller than her once again. “Congratulations on reaching my eye level, Pixie Dust,” he said sweetly. He cocked his head as she asked, rather rudely, if she was talking to him. A brown eyebrow quirked as she then demanded Raya to apologize. He placed a hand on the small Japanese girl. “You ought not to combat rudeness with rudeness. It’s an epidemic,” he said, withdrawing his hand.
The nerve of some little kid trying to intimidate him. Ever patient, he turned from the girl and glanced at the others, a lazy smile on his face. “Very nice to meet you as well, mademoiselle,” he said, grinning at her as she called him ‘Frenchman’. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, winking at her playfully. “Why mustard, Chaton?” he asked, trying to get it out of his hair.
He smiled at the others – including the little Japanese girl that had irritated him earlier. “My name is Rio,” he told them.
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