Post by gouki on Aug 23, 2008 15:13:14 GMT -5
Username: Akuma
Current canons: Tidus
Canon you're auditioning for: Ol' Big Pete
Media canon is from: Just about everything that has Mickey in it.
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
What a glorious day in the Disney Kingdom. The sun was shining down on yet another cheerful bright day. The birds were singing, children were playing, yes siree this was the perfect setting to such a wonderful Sunday afternoon.
"Ugh....." Pete moaned as he was strolling down the street. Days like these for some reason were the worst kind of days. The smiles of little children running around without a care in the world just made him want to puke. "These little snot nosed brats oughta be doin' somethin more useful than just playing around and havin fun." The fat cat said while seeing a few children run past him.
Being a member of King Mickeys royal court, it was Petes duty every Sunday to go around the kingdom to see how everything was. Pete hated this job, he'd rather be at home sleeping on his couch. He was lazy like that, which brings the question as to why he was given this kind of job in the first place. Maybe the King saw some good in him, don't know how Pete wasn't like the other goody two shoe people in the castle.
Finally growing tired of this happy go lucky 1950 style cartoon scenery, Pete walked over to a nearby tree and sat in the shade to catch some Z's. He decided after five seconds of looking around that the kingdom was "alright", so his job was done for the day. He put his back against the tree adjusting himself, then placing his hands on his big belly, the lazy Pete dozed off in a deep but loud slumber.
A few hours passed by and Pete was still asleep on that tree when all of a sudden he was woken up by a Frisbee to the face. The sudden awaken had Pete jump high into the air, higher than any person his size should be at. He ended up bumping his head in a thick branch then landing hard on the ground and to make matters worse a pile of acorn nuts fell down on him. A small black bump formed on the top of his head.
"What the.. who the? Why I oughta!" Pete rambled on looking around for the wise guy who threw the Frisbee at him. Oh this person was asking for it now. Pete began cracking his knuckles looking like was about about to brawl with someone when he felt a small soft touch on the side of his leg. He turned around and saw no one. He looked down to see a little girl staring up at him wide eyed with a big smile on her face.
"Whatta YOU lookin at kid?" the rude Pete said leaning over to get at an eye level with her one eye squinted while the other wide opened. She pointed at the Frisbee Pete was holding, not saying a word to the scary looking cat.
"Oh is this Frisbee YOURS?" Pete said with s devilish look on his face. The girl nodded in agreement. "And I suppose you want me to give it back to you right lil' darlin?" Once again the girl nodded. Pete had a big smile on his face this time, the girl also smiled back thinking that he was going to give her back her Frisbee. "Alright I'll give it to you, here....." He slowly handed over the Frisbee while the girl reached for it with her hands wide open. Just as she was inches away from getting it Pete threw the Frisbee sending it flying all the way into a nearby lake.
"There go get it. HA HA HA HA HA HA." Pete began to laugh at the little girl with his big belly jiggling around everywhere. Tears could be seen in the girls eyes. "Awww whats the matter darlin, sad cause your frisbees in the lake? Well next time watch where your throwing your stuff!" The girls face got all puffed up, she widened her had pulling it back then swung slapping Pete right on his cheek.
SMACK the sound of the slap was so loud but not as loud as the scream which followed.
"YEOUCH!!!!!" Pete grabbed his face falling on his back. The girl stuck her tongue and left the big old meanie to wobble around in pain. He got back up but this time he had a big red hand mark on the side of his cheek and a tiny tear in his eye. Rubbing his cheek the look of anger and feeling stupid about what had occurred was priceless.
"Oh I hate kids."
Current canons: Tidus
Canon you're auditioning for: Ol' Big Pete
Media canon is from: Just about everything that has Mickey in it.
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
What a glorious day in the Disney Kingdom. The sun was shining down on yet another cheerful bright day. The birds were singing, children were playing, yes siree this was the perfect setting to such a wonderful Sunday afternoon.
"Ugh....." Pete moaned as he was strolling down the street. Days like these for some reason were the worst kind of days. The smiles of little children running around without a care in the world just made him want to puke. "These little snot nosed brats oughta be doin' somethin more useful than just playing around and havin fun." The fat cat said while seeing a few children run past him.
Being a member of King Mickeys royal court, it was Petes duty every Sunday to go around the kingdom to see how everything was. Pete hated this job, he'd rather be at home sleeping on his couch. He was lazy like that, which brings the question as to why he was given this kind of job in the first place. Maybe the King saw some good in him, don't know how Pete wasn't like the other goody two shoe people in the castle.
Finally growing tired of this happy go lucky 1950 style cartoon scenery, Pete walked over to a nearby tree and sat in the shade to catch some Z's. He decided after five seconds of looking around that the kingdom was "alright", so his job was done for the day. He put his back against the tree adjusting himself, then placing his hands on his big belly, the lazy Pete dozed off in a deep but loud slumber.
A few hours passed by and Pete was still asleep on that tree when all of a sudden he was woken up by a Frisbee to the face. The sudden awaken had Pete jump high into the air, higher than any person his size should be at. He ended up bumping his head in a thick branch then landing hard on the ground and to make matters worse a pile of acorn nuts fell down on him. A small black bump formed on the top of his head.
"What the.. who the? Why I oughta!" Pete rambled on looking around for the wise guy who threw the Frisbee at him. Oh this person was asking for it now. Pete began cracking his knuckles looking like was about about to brawl with someone when he felt a small soft touch on the side of his leg. He turned around and saw no one. He looked down to see a little girl staring up at him wide eyed with a big smile on her face.
"Whatta YOU lookin at kid?" the rude Pete said leaning over to get at an eye level with her one eye squinted while the other wide opened. She pointed at the Frisbee Pete was holding, not saying a word to the scary looking cat.
"Oh is this Frisbee YOURS?" Pete said with s devilish look on his face. The girl nodded in agreement. "And I suppose you want me to give it back to you right lil' darlin?" Once again the girl nodded. Pete had a big smile on his face this time, the girl also smiled back thinking that he was going to give her back her Frisbee. "Alright I'll give it to you, here....." He slowly handed over the Frisbee while the girl reached for it with her hands wide open. Just as she was inches away from getting it Pete threw the Frisbee sending it flying all the way into a nearby lake.
"There go get it. HA HA HA HA HA HA." Pete began to laugh at the little girl with his big belly jiggling around everywhere. Tears could be seen in the girls eyes. "Awww whats the matter darlin, sad cause your frisbees in the lake? Well next time watch where your throwing your stuff!" The girls face got all puffed up, she widened her had pulling it back then swung slapping Pete right on his cheek.
SMACK the sound of the slap was so loud but not as loud as the scream which followed.
"YEOUCH!!!!!" Pete grabbed his face falling on his back. The girl stuck her tongue and left the big old meanie to wobble around in pain. He got back up but this time he had a big red hand mark on the side of his cheek and a tiny tear in his eye. Rubbing his cheek the look of anger and feeling stupid about what had occurred was priceless.
"Oh I hate kids."