Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-08 07:49 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-08 07:49 pm
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5 • Wild Tiger • [Action]
[He wakes up groggily from the sedatives and decides it's entirely fine to try to walk with what's left of it in his system.
The first thing he doesn't notice is that instead of walking on two feet, he's staggering around on four; the reason being, he's just a silly old tiger, one with poor memory and very poor human skills, possibly because he has none whatsoever; the train of thought a human would have is lost on him—there are trees and he knows they are good for scratching claws on. There's snow on the ground from a night's snow a few days prior, and he's aware it's wet and cold.
He's also aware of something squeezing his wrist uncomfortably. He gnaws the shit out of his watch before he gives up and let's it stay on his kitty wrist, accompanying a extremely-stretched bracelet of beads.
And he's hungry. And still tired. Mmm... Sleep is good.
There might be a tiger finding a place to sleep around you; be it in your room—a window or an opened door, perhaps—in your bed, on your couch. There might be a wild jungle cat just sleeping it up. There might be one out on the path curled up snoozing. Or... for some people, he might recognize your house or apartment and sneak in to sleep in your abode or on your step.
Either way, there's a tiger with green wings hanging around.
Or.
You may wake up to find a strange sound in the morning... The sound of shuffling, of glasses breaking, of cupboards and fridges being broken. That is because this confused tiger, caught between its natural and unnatural side, can't for the life of him figure out how he works this thing or how he recognizes the shapes of certain objects. Like handles. Which he breaks pretty easily. He's a big-ass creature, you know.
Walking in may reveal wraps and plates and misc. things on the floor; he's possibly enjoying a nice uncooked chicken breast or ripping your cereal box to shit. In fact, he might just bust into the restaurant, grocery store, or any other place with food so that he can devour it.
Don't worry, though. He's a pretty friendly tiger, for the most part; as in, he won't try to eat you. Because as animal as he is, he hasn't forgotten what he is: that thing being that he's a dumb but relatively heroic fella. His hazy mind vaguely recalls this strange desire... Can't go beating people up and ripping out their innards, y'know.]
[[ooc: all replies coming fromliteralwildtiger ]
The first thing he doesn't notice is that instead of walking on two feet, he's staggering around on four; the reason being, he's just a silly old tiger, one with poor memory and very poor human skills, possibly because he has none whatsoever; the train of thought a human would have is lost on him—there are trees and he knows they are good for scratching claws on. There's snow on the ground from a night's snow a few days prior, and he's aware it's wet and cold.
He's also aware of something squeezing his wrist uncomfortably. He gnaws the shit out of his watch before he gives up and let's it stay on his kitty wrist, accompanying a extremely-stretched bracelet of beads.
And he's hungry. And still tired. Mmm... Sleep is good.
There might be a tiger finding a place to sleep around you; be it in your room—a window or an opened door, perhaps—in your bed, on your couch. There might be a wild jungle cat just sleeping it up. There might be one out on the path curled up snoozing. Or... for some people, he might recognize your house or apartment and sneak in to sleep in your abode or on your step.
Either way, there's a tiger with green wings hanging around.
Or.
You may wake up to find a strange sound in the morning... The sound of shuffling, of glasses breaking, of cupboards and fridges being broken. That is because this confused tiger, caught between its natural and unnatural side, can't for the life of him figure out how he works this thing or how he recognizes the shapes of certain objects. Like handles. Which he breaks pretty easily. He's a big-ass creature, you know.
Walking in may reveal wraps and plates and misc. things on the floor; he's possibly enjoying a nice uncooked chicken breast or ripping your cereal box to shit. In fact, he might just bust into the restaurant, grocery store, or any other place with food so that he can devour it.
Don't worry, though. He's a pretty friendly tiger, for the most part; as in, he won't try to eat you. Because as animal as he is, he hasn't forgotten what he is: that thing being that he's a dumb but relatively heroic fella. His hazy mind vaguely recalls this strange desire... Can't go beating people up and ripping out their innards, y'know.]
[[ooc: all replies coming from
literalwildtiger ]
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I'm just going to eat this here and watch you work. Don't mind me.]
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anyway he's just gonna get this broken glass and all of these bottles out of the way so you don't hurt your little paws. and now it's time to stand guard. there's a few more slabs of varied meats in the freezer but hopefully you won't need them.
anyway for now he's just gonna pad back over and kneel down, lifting the poor sad widdle constricted paw. try not to whine too much as he works at the clasp. ]
Still hungry?
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but he whimpers, shoving Barnaby's hand away at the twinge in his limb. He's not sure how this works, but pain typically means to make whatever's causing it to stop. He figures you not touching the mangled watch is close enough.]
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Stop, Kotetsu.
[ >8( be a good kitty.
anyway it's a bit of a tight clasp, so it takes a little finagling, but after a moment he works it open and the strap pops open and falls away. ]
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Baniii that's not even polite.
But he appreciates the feeling, now; his paw throbs, but it's not the sharp annoying pain he'd been enduring, and with that in mind he hobbles up and struts around Barnaby, testing it out. You'd think a tiger couldn't look sheepish, but this one here is dumb enough to pull it off.
ALRIGHT, I am free! Let's go!!
AKA HAULING ASS DOWN THE HALL.
ADVENTUUUUURE]
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-- wait where are you going
WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE THIS MESS HERE
this is his outside voice right now, kitty: ]
Hey! Get back here! Kotetsu!
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...
Yes, he remembers he lives here. What of it.]
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give him like ten minutes to clean up your stinkin' mess, you good for nothing beast.
after that he's moving back down the hallway again, and glancing to kotetsu's door. ]
You can't go in there. I don't have a key. [ BOOP BEEP BLOOP. instead barnaby shoves open the door directly across the hall - his own apartment. ]
In.
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He reaches up and sliiiiides his claws down his apartment door, letting out a rough MAAAAUWW sound, flicking his ears back. This is where he's supposed to go, right? He's very /unsure with his life right now, Barnaby. Very.]
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In.
[ HE MEANS BUSINESS. ]
1/2
He slowly... sulks... past Barnaby... into the apartment—]
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...
Oooh, this is pretty comfy, actually.]
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stepping into his apartment, he shuts and locks the door and pads further in and--
-- why are you taking over his couch akjdaksd. ugh. barnaby muffles a wide yawn and moves to the sofa; there's a small slide of space between kotetsu's big tiger butt and the end of the sofa, so barnaby just kind of .. wedges himself into it. it's way too early to be awake. he's gotten like NO SLEEP this week ugh. sighing, he leans on one hand and casts his eyes over the giant cat taking over his sofa. ]
I wonder how long this will last..
[ keeping you out of trouble won't be easy. ]
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OR MAYBE THAT WAS JUST ME CLUMSILY NOT PAYING ATTENTION, who knows. He huffs and curls up, suddenly very tired; sleep would be nice, yes. He gives his freed paw a few good licks before he closes his eyes for a little cat nap.
...
Heheheh. Cat nap. That was pretty funny. I'm pretty funny, huh?]
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but he shouldn't sleep. it's morning now (however ungodly early), he should shower. dress. make breakfast.
but instead he just rests his head back and shuts his eyes. he'll just sit here for a few more minutes, until he can get up the energy to start the day.
..
yeah he's asleep within moments. and sliding down the couch, over onto the big fat kitty. HE'S WARM AND FURRY OKAY what a great pillow. ]