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undergrounds2015-08-21 09:15 pm
emotioneater) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-21 09:15 pm
Kissing Frogs Doesn't Always Guarantee A Prince
Cooper should have known things wouldn't quiet down for long. He'd been back at his own apartment for only a few days when he awoke one evening to find a group of honest-to-God fairies in his room. They were small, multicolored, and absolutely lovely. They were also glaring at him like he was the devil himself. Their spokeswoman was quick to pipe up and inform him that, during his binge eating during the past month, they had lost several of their brethren and sistern. This was not to go unpunished. Before Cooper could say so much as a word in protest, he felt himself enveloped in a cloud of dust and felt himself suddenly shrinking in size.
When the dust settled, his clothes now on the ground around him, everything looked a lot bigger. He had a mirror in his bathroom and awkwardly walked into the room, perching on his new hind legs to get a good look at....just what was he? Whatever it was, this was not going to be good. He was well and truly cursed.
Wandering Around London (OTA)
Getting out of his apartment had been a hassle. After spending a full day in his new form, he'd given up hope that it was just going to magically wear off. He'd had to break a window and pray that he didn't end up with glass in his paws. He gingerly made his way down the fire escape.and then down to the street. He had an idea of getting into Circle Midnight territory and finding one of his witchy friends. They would know how to set things right. The fact he had to get from Southwark to Enfield on four legs was something he didn't want to think about. Shuffling down the street, people openly stared. Most had never even heard of a binturong before, let alone seen one with their own eyes. He heard several people talk about the 'weird-looking dog'. He hoped they didn't call animal control on him.
When a familiar scent hit his nose, Cooper looked up. Here was someone he knew. Maybe they could help him! He ran up to them with a clumsy gait, all big, pleading eyes and made a sound rather like a high-pitched siren and a wailing cat mixed together. Translation? "Help me!"
Fairy Tale Ending (Open to curse-breakers only)
After surviving London's mean streets, it was a relief to be among friends once more. Cooper was lying down with his whiskery little head on his paws, staring up at all the faces around him. There was a lot of discussion going on as to the best methods to lift a curse. Cooper didn't know the first thing about magic, so most of it went over his head. The occasional yes-or-no question, the only kind he was able to answer in his current form, was directed his way. He answered with brief shakes of his head. Sighing mournfully, he closed his eyes to the din of conversation going on around him. This was promising to be a very long night.
When the dust settled, his clothes now on the ground around him, everything looked a lot bigger. He had a mirror in his bathroom and awkwardly walked into the room, perching on his new hind legs to get a good look at....just what was he? Whatever it was, this was not going to be good. He was well and truly cursed.
Wandering Around London (OTA)
Getting out of his apartment had been a hassle. After spending a full day in his new form, he'd given up hope that it was just going to magically wear off. He'd had to break a window and pray that he didn't end up with glass in his paws. He gingerly made his way down the fire escape.and then down to the street. He had an idea of getting into Circle Midnight territory and finding one of his witchy friends. They would know how to set things right. The fact he had to get from Southwark to Enfield on four legs was something he didn't want to think about. Shuffling down the street, people openly stared. Most had never even heard of a binturong before, let alone seen one with their own eyes. He heard several people talk about the 'weird-looking dog'. He hoped they didn't call animal control on him.
When a familiar scent hit his nose, Cooper looked up. Here was someone he knew. Maybe they could help him! He ran up to them with a clumsy gait, all big, pleading eyes and made a sound rather like a high-pitched siren and a wailing cat mixed together. Translation? "Help me!"
Fairy Tale Ending (Open to curse-breakers only)
After surviving London's mean streets, it was a relief to be among friends once more. Cooper was lying down with his whiskery little head on his paws, staring up at all the faces around him. There was a lot of discussion going on as to the best methods to lift a curse. Cooper didn't know the first thing about magic, so most of it went over his head. The occasional yes-or-no question, the only kind he was able to answer in his current form, was directed his way. He answered with brief shakes of his head. Sighing mournfully, he closed his eyes to the din of conversation going on around him. This was promising to be a very long night.
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She declares with all the certainty of a young woman who had seen plenty of heartbreak in her life, and slurps up more cereal in the messiest way possibly.
"Do you wanna make out, just to make sure Cooper?"
She's being disgusting on purpose, please don't try to kiss her.