[Arachnocampa]

A role-play between my sibling Atticus! and I and our pokeman-gijinks.

There shouldn't be any mature stuff or anything highly inappropriate, since I'm a total wuss, but if there is, I will edit this post with a warning~ If anything, it should just be PG13.

[Atticus!]

[ OH MY CHARLIE & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY THIS MAKES ME NERVOUS.
WHY A PUBLIC FORUM?!
POR QUE?!
let's do this. :I ]

[Arachnocampa]

[[BECAUSE I WANT TO TOURMENT YOU. Not really. There are far more embarrassing role-plays goin' on elsewhere in public forums, I'm sure. ANYHOW.]]

Fabio made his way down the street, his best friend Florence the Purugly no-doubt at his side. The two were the best of friends, even if Florence was a little bit crabby. The Honchcrow always figured that he could use a more light-hearted friend to lighten him up a bit. Fabio was right in the middle of saying something, not paying any attention to where he was walking, when he bumped into someone. He wasn't going very slow, so they were probably knocked down due to his momentum.

The Honchcrow staggered back, placing a hand on his fedora to make sure it didn't fall off his head. "Oh, my!"

[Atticus!]

Thor's long, bony frame was wrapped up in layers upon layers of clothing. He was a mass of floral print and vomit colored hues slowly moving his way through the windy cities streets. Stuffed under his arms and in a wagon behind him were many colorful abstract paintings that didn't help is vomit-spectrum appearance. The young man sighed, "This is such a long walk." He thought, pausing to shift his stiff bones in hopes of keeping a good grasp on his belongs. This was a typical day for an artist like him.. Dragging his art work across the city length, hoping people would visit the local art show.

Maybe I should have stayed home.." He thought, sniffling loudly. Thor ducked his head into his three thin, silk scarves, hiding his face from the cold when he hit something firm, knocking him back! Thor quickly looked up to see the two well dressed men, one of them looking as though he ate twenty very sour lemons.. or maybe he was just grimacing upon seeing Thor's face? "I.. I... My bad!" He whimper, his lanky figure sprawled across the cement, arms flailing frantically for the paintings.

Florence coughed, almost as though he were choking, "My GOD he's hideous!" The Purugly whispered to his partner, "Look at that NOSE!!" Though, he shifted impatiently and took a few heavy steps through the colorful mess, he waited for Fabio, staring down at Thor with disgust.

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Fabio nearly cringed at the horrifying lack of style the individual he had bumped into had. Uhg! What color is that? Whatever it is, it shouldn't even be allowed to exist on clothing! He was about to agree with his sour-puss friend until he pointed out the other's nose.

Oh.
My god.

Fabio may as well have been stuck down right there by cupid. That NOSE! Fabio had quite the large honker himself, but this man's was far more impressive! Cue the pink bubbles, sparkles and roses. "Why hello there~!" Fabio leaned down to help this unfashionable marvel with his paintings. "Who might you be?" A charming grin spread on his lips, and he raised and lowered his eyebrows rather flirtatiously.

]]I can't beleive I just rambled a bit about noses, haha![[

[Atticus!]

Florence sighed, "Dearest, Fabio. I will go ahead. I expect to see you at my apartment within the next hour. Don't hurt the poor... thing!" And with that, he swayed his hips down the side walk away from the pair.

The Nosepass paused. Why in the world would this man be talking like this? He must be a a troll. He read about these one time on the Internet! Stay clam, Thor! Caaalm. He won't be able to rattle you! "M-my name is Thor.." He said in a quiet British accent while pulling his scarf over his large red proboscis, "I.. can get these." He said, continuing his frantic quest to pick up all of his belongings.

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"Thor! Such a strong name. Yet you seem so soft-spoken," the Honchcrow said with a frown. "No, no, no, I insist!" Fabio continued to pick up some of Thor's belongings. "After all, I was foolish enough to walk right into you. I should have been paying closer attention~!" His eyes scanned over one of the paintings. They were actually pretty good, though obviously abstract. It wasn't quite his thing, abstract art, he thought it would look hideous on clothes, but there was a certain charm to it. Even if he didn't quite grasp it with his mind. "Did you paint these?" he asks.

[Atticus!]

Thor groaned, "Is.. that any of your business, sir?" He asked, brushing some of his long, stone gray hair out of his squinty eyes. This guy was awfully friendly. He just HAS to be a troll! No one looks at Thor as though he were actually a HUMAN! People always gave him disgusted looks and avoided conversation. He was dared by his snobby friend! That's it, "I don't need your help sit!" He said firmly, picking the last of his paintings up and quickly settling them in his arms and back in the wagon.

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"I, well..." Fabio blinked, rather shocked by this man's rather rude behavior. Regardless, he stood and carefully deposited the things into Thor's wagon. Could it be that this strapping young man wasn't used to compliments? NONSENSE! Such a thought was absolutely absurd! That couldn't possibly be the case, Fabio was sure of it. Although... with a wardrobe like that? Ick!

"I don't understand why you have to be so rude to me, I was only trying to help," he said. A small pause. Unless... Another grin appeared on his face. "Or are you just playing hard to get~?" He leaned closer to Thor.

[Atticus!]

"H-hard to get?! My god, man, I don't even know your name!" Well. The troll got him. It sure is hard to keep your cool when you're being trolled in the real world! Damn them! He quickly began moving, pulling his spectrum of floral patterners tighter around his scrawny figure, "Good day, sir.." He muttered as he pass the bird man swiftly.

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Fabio followed after him in a bird-like bopping trot, which quickly turned into a regular walk. "Ah, that's right! I haven't even introduced myself. I am Fabio~! You might have heard of me in fashion magazines. I'm one of the best, you know~" His chest was pushed out, filled with pride. And I must say, I'll have to help you pick out some new clothes. These rags you're wearing are just... awful. And if you're an artist, you should certainly start dressing like one!"

[Atticus!]

Thor sighed, "Artists aren't exactly known for the fashion sense. Have you even met a true artist?" He asked before thinking 'Why in Arceus name am I making conversation with this troll?' "May you stop following me now?"

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"I mean, I guess you can dress like that if you really want, but aren't you, ah..." he looked over Thor and his things, trying to find the right words he was looking for."Going to a... sssss-show! That's the word, show!" He smiled, rather proud of himself for finding the word he wanted. "Shouldn't you, you know, dress up for one of those? After all, you don't want to scare anyone off with your horrible clothes. They won't be able to admire your art!"

[Atticus!]

"It's not like it matters.. if my clothes don't scare them off my face will." Thor glanced down, long whisps of hair falling in his face, "anyway, I asked you a question.. Can you stop following me? You're creeping me out." Thor really didn't like the extra attention. It was too nerve wrecking to another person communicating with him before a show. Damnit! He was losing his zen because of this pompus bastard!

[spelling is crap, OH WELL!]

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Fabio gasped. How could this man's face scare someone away!"Don't say such a thing," he exclaimed. He nearly reached out, grasped each of his shoulders and lightly shook him, but even Fabio had enough respect not to do that to a stranger. "Your face hasn't scared me off, has it?" he asked, completely disregarding Thor's request for him to leave.

[Atticus!]

"That's because you're probably here just to ruffle my feathers! I know about you people! It's like an underground cult of people but I know! You TROLL!" Thor looked down, feeling particularly sick. Why did he leave him a lone? Trying to get amusement from Thor was useless! Life all ready beat his self image to a pulp and nothing any random person on the street could say could make it any better nor worse, "Please just go?" He whimpered, turning his head away from the individual walking beside himself.