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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 19:08:49 GMT -5
The sun was out today, high up in the sky the heat blaring down on the ground, only blocked by the odd cloud that drifted across the sky like a paint brush across a canvas. Luckily for him though He was sat beneath an umbrella at a small shop drinking some strange beverage the waitress called " Honey Tea " heck it tasted nice and sweet, but he remembered the problems it could cause with dental hygeine, it probably had like 10 tea spoons of sugar in it.
He focused back onto the thought he had before this honey tea nonsense came into mind, "Amy..." he muttered to himself quitely where wa she? She still at Midgar? He closed his eyes as he tried to get a decent thought pattern.
About five minutes passed and he groaned as if a head ache was affecting; his head hurt just thinking about it, an entire world and its inhabitants cant just disapear in darkness.. can it? The mere thought of that question made his heart beat in worry, she couldnt of disapeared.. right?.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 19:23:17 GMT -5
Two tables over, Stitch was sitting amiably with his two hands stretched out on the table. Kicking his feet back and forth, and tapping incessantly, the blue monstrosity flicked his eyes to and fro. Seems the waitress is awfully slow.
Growling Stitch turned his attention to the table's surface. Such a boring slab of white. Irritating. Squinting, he brought his finger to the table and began to drag it across in a pattern.
SSSSSSSSssscccccccCCCCCCCREEEEEEEeeeecccchh....
If any other aliens came by this pitiful excuse for a restaurant, they'd find an interestingly large amount of curse words written in Tantalog on this table.
Stitch bared his teeth. Where was his cake?!
Turning around and standing on his seat, Stitch surveyed the cafe. His eyes skimmed the area quickly, searching out all the delectibles... and came to rest on a boy, sipping some kind of yellow liquid.
Of course, the thought of drinking pee was irresistible to Stitch. Three and a half seconds later, Stitch was on the guy's table and downing his drink.
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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 19:29:53 GMT -5
He was deep in thought for at leats he was untill he felt his glass snatched from his grip, opening his eyes he looked at the blue thing standing on his table holding his drink and downing it, before he could react it was all gone and he sat back down on his chair in a grump. " Heh.. coulda asked lil fellah.." he said quitely but aimed directly at the blue thing.
He looked over at the waitress, she was cute, but she wasnt Amy.. he lowered his head and sighed, his exhaled breath showed signs of worry and lonliness in a world where he knew no one. "Amy..Amy.. Where are you..?" he said sadly, completely oblivious to the blue thing standing on his table.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 19:40:02 GMT -5
If Stitch could've crossed his eyes, he would've! That drink was nothing but good, holy sugar!
Where's a doggy bag (and waitress!) when you need one?
Stitch froze. Where..? Bringing his eye to the cup's opening, Stitch examined the cup. All gone alr-- GAH!
LIQUID! IN THE EYE! AAAAHH... STINGING! LOTSA LOTSA STINGING! Suddenly up and making more than a little noise, Stitch began flailing about blindly as he tried to rub the rotten, nasty drink from his eye. The cup flew across and bashed the cute waitress in the back of her head.
Whuh oh.
No rolling around, and still flailing, the table collapsed and the umbrella came down had on Stitch. Still blind, the experiment hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. Yelling out, Stitch tried to jump up and out, only to continue to hit the umbrella.
Whew. Got the honey thing out.
Seeing the predicament, Stitch immediately jumped up and slashed a large hole in the umbrella. Leaping out, and landing with true style (and a flip or two), Stitch held his arms out comically. Now that was worthy of some praise!
...mm. Angry waitress. With the look. Wincing, Stitch looked to the side. And then to the other side.
Hopelessly, Stitch looked up to the waitress. "...cake?"
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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 19:45:46 GMT -5
A scene of mayhem and havoc slowly followed after his thoughts, jumping out of his chair just in time as the table and its contents were destroyed and crushed by the blue things scene with the drink. He shook his head " Bloody hell.. whats this thing trying ta do.. kill me?" he said out loud as he stepped towards the blue thing, reaching down he picked it by the scruff of his neck.
"Oi ya lil destructive blue thing.." he said turning it around so it could see into his eyes, the dark brown looking into its black eyes. " Cool it will ya..?" he said, his face suddenly wearing a smile.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 19:58:56 GMT -5
Stitch's neck undulated as a growl rose from the bottom of his throat. Picking Experiment 626 up was not the smartest thing this guy could've ever done.
Stitch brought his arm up to whack the stranger's arm off. No way was he, Stitch, going to be treated as some dumb animal!
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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 20:01:04 GMT -5
It had completely ignored him, was this thing stupid or something? He brought his right foot back a little bit and locked it up, readying for a kick.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" he shouted, his voice rather angry, his foot aimed straight for the blue things tuckus (butt).
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 20:08:37 GMT -5
Stitch was not happy. Not only was the cute waitress completely forgetting his cake (and running screaming in the other direction,) but then Mister Attitude here had to go with the "Better Than Thou" approach!
Stitch scowled. Grabbing the man's foot with all of his limbs, he shoved the knee into the stranger's face. Now that... that was going to leave a bloody nose.
And, for good measure, Stitch relieved the poorly mannered person of his shoe. Nice people get to have shoes. Mean people miss them.
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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 20:15:35 GMT -5
He could of sworn his foot was supposed to of gone up the blue things ass, instead it seemed he got a complete reversal and ended up hitting himself, on the nose with his knee.
No sooner had he fallen to the floor a little bit of blood dripping from his nose, his right shoe was taken from his foot, wiping the blood away from his nose/mouth area he looked at the little abomination with fire in his eyes, not literally of course as that would hurt like hell.
He stood up his stature slanted to left due to the lack of a right shoe, looking down on the little his right eye twitching in agony. "Cake... your doing this for cake..?" he asked, his voice showing obvious signs of agony.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 20:21:00 GMT -5
Stitch examined the shoe, his arms flitting around it speculatively. It was a right shoe, darnnit.
Stitch tossed the shoe shamelessly at the stranger's face. Left shoes are the only shoes worth taking.
Hm? Cake? Stitch looked up to the man. This stranger knew he wanted cake? Good. Cake is good. Licking his lips, Stitch decided teaching the foolish human a lesson on how to treat his betters wasn't of importance right then.
Cake.
Cake.
Where. Was. His. Cake?
Down on all fours, Stitch started for the inside of the cafe. Maybe having a... eh... word... hehehehehehe... with the chef would solve everything.
If not, there was always the possibility of nabbing some. That's always a possibility.
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Post by Darren on Apr 25, 2009 20:40:26 GMT -5
No sooner had he mentioned the word cake, his boot was thrown back at him, cathing it before it could smack him in the face, the blue thing quickly crawled away on all fours. Hastily putting his boot on he followed it into the cafe.
Opening the door for it, he followed through after. Where was it going? To find more cake?
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 20:43:32 GMT -5
Customers franticly jumped in fright and backed away from the counter as Stitch made his way past them. Crawling over the desk, and completely ignoring the loud and large man tending it, the blue ball of fun (NOT) made his way to the kitchen.
This chef needs to learn to make things fast!
...okay, fast and good.
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Post by Darren on Apr 26, 2009 7:41:18 GMT -5
Whatever this thing was doing, it was on a mission, crawling straight over the counter ignorning the quite burly man attending it, the man blocked Darren from moving any further but not the blue thing. Darren eyed up the man and grunted, putting his hand on the shoulder of the guy, and forcing him outta the way.
With that little obstacle taken care of, he went back to following the blue thing, walking through the door he spotted it, eyeing up the chef who was in all honesty quite busy and possibly behind in orders.
"Whatcha got planned fellah..?" he said kneeling down to the blue furry thing.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 26, 2009 8:55:53 GMT -5
Frying pans, pots, and various sharp knives flew from the doorway to the kitchen, landing with quite the clatter. Nervously, the customers muttered about health standards while the brusque manager (for the man monitoring the counter was the manager) quickly rushed to calm the seven or so people that remained.
Inside the kitchen, Stitch was ticked.
Lifting yet another sink and tossing it off into a corner, the miscreant continued it's rampant storming, searching futilely for cake.
And not that normal garbage. No, Stitch wanted the super ultra deluxe chocolate cake with white frosting. The good stuff.
This was right about when the chef, a small man with little strength but his twig-like arms, went to grab the strange koala(?) creature.
Suddenly, Stitch found himself in the air. Thoroughly surprised, his head whirled about as it determined the cause: tiny man with big white hat.
What is it with these people today?! First mister Better Than...
...thou. The guy was in the room now. Completely forgetting the spindly little chef, Stitch began to shout out to Darren. "Oe! Hele mai!"
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Post by Darren on Apr 26, 2009 9:11:54 GMT -5
No sooner had he walked through the door's and said those words his eyes were set upon another scene of destruction, kitchen untinsels were thrown everywhere, even the sink was uprooted and launched across the establishment, he sighed shaking his head, but stopped when he noticed something that typically annoyed him.
The little blue thing was being held by what looked like a rather weak unhealthy chef, and was calling out "Oe Hele Mai", whatever Oe Hele Mai meant, was not known to Darren but it seemed as if it was calling for some form of aid.
Walkig towards the chef, holding his right hand out in a fist and gently thumping it into his open palm of his left hand, when he was no more than five feet away from the chef he clicked his knuckle and grabbed ahold of the Chef around his neck, not tight enough to choke him but enough to restrain him, "Listen. Garcon... I think my friend here has been waiting long enough, bout an hour now? For a cake.. and he doesnt like it when he gets hungry.. keep him waiting long enough.. and it wont be cake he wants anymore.. It'll be you.." He said, the look serious in his eye; but in reality he was bluffing he had no idea about this little thing. "So.. I suggest you get making.. something special but along the lines of Cake for him.. GOT IT?" he said his teeth baring, when he said "GOT IT" he tightned his grip hard enough for the chef to drop Stitch, into Darrens left hand which was just waiting below the little blue thing.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao