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Post by tibbs on Jul 4, 2011 5:38:01 GMT -5
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Rodney sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily with his thumb and forefinger as he made his way down the sidewalk of the town square. Today had been much too busy, busier then it had any right to be really, and the town clerk had taken the brunt of it all, it would seem. It all started with the phone call he received yesterday from one of the councilmen, calling about a meeting between him and a few other councilmen the following morning. The man had talked at him, top speed, for a good two and a half minutes before he could get a word in - two actually, but ineffably those words turned out to be, "Yes, sir!"
Of course, it was only after he hung up did he realize what he'd done. "I could have handled that better, I think." Oh, sir? The cat in his head seemed to pick up attention at this. Of course, it wasn't that big of a deal. "Well, for one, I could have mentioned that tomorrow is my day off. I don't work Sundays." Oh... Right you are, sir. "How did that even happen? I'm the one who schedules the meetings." He said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Well, sir, I would think that was why they called you. He blinked, only just realizing he'd unwittingly scheduled this last minute meeting right over the phone. "Bugger." Indeed, sir. "Five AM wake up call it is, then."
So, he'd forego sleep and made the meeting. Despite it being a morning meeting, though, the darn thing lasted until nearly two, and had nearly drove him out of his mind. Those meetings were always incredibly boring, usually about whether or not to build a new road or bridge, or how they were going to do the next census. The worst part was, he couldn't even zone out through the entire thing, he was the one taking the minutes. He'd managed to doze off a bit during the intermission, but received a pretty nasty glare from a councilman in return for it, despite intermission being personal time to begin with.
None of there were really his superior in any way, except possibly age, but there was something about older gentlemen that made Rodney feel like a small boy, and thus a bit overwhelmed. Overall, it hadn't been a very pleasant Sunday, and it wasn't about to be over yet. Though all he really wanted was to go home, close his curtains and go to bed, he knew if he did so this early, he'd wake up at 10 pm, and wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, ruining his Monday as well. So, he decided he might as well get some work done if he was going to skip his day-off.
That resolve melted after barely an hour of running from place to place, reissuing licenses and reinstating the various permits around town. He was about ready to drop, and to avoid doing so in the middle of the sidewalk, he made his way to the nearest bench before plopping down. He stared at the sky for a moment, attempting not to notice the people he knew giving him odd glances as they walked by. Some of them, of course, could probably guess what had happened. With a sigh, he tried to bring together enough inner strength to get up, get some coffee, and keep himself busy for the next seven hours so he can get up and go to work the next day - but the cat had already fallen asleep, and his eyes seemed to want to close against his will.
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Post by vanisher on Jul 4, 2011 15:18:48 GMT -5
Flash was enjoying his Sunday off. Already he took full advantage of his day off and did his chores. He lived alone and therefore had no wife or girlfriend to help him. Hey someone has to clean the house and considering he lives alone he has to do it or nothing would ever get done. His mother certainly didn't spoil him growing up. As a kid he was expected to pick up after himself, do his own laundry, hang up his clothes, and clean his room. In the middle of all that, Flash stopped for lunch at one of his favorite places, one that served pizza. Flash loved pizza. It was one of his favorite things to eat besides fruit.
After he finished doing all his chores and running a few errands, Flash found himself in the middle of town square. He was spending the rest of his day off just looking around and clearing his head. It certainly had been a most...interesting if not scary week for him. Already he met some interesting characters er people- none of which seemed too openly thrilled about having him around once they figured his character out except interestingly enough the villains. Already he had met two of the town's villains- Shere Khan and Iago's old boss, Jafar and Flash knew the only reason they...tolerated him was because they desire to use his...mimicking ability to achieve their own ends and that agitated him. Even though he had yet to unlock Iago fully he still could mimick others perfectly. So...people only like him for that? How very depressing. Surely there was someone in this one horse town who would like him for him and not for that.
As Flash rounded a street corner, he glanced at his watch, which read three in the afternoon. A small smiled crossed his lips, was it that time already? Indeed it was. As he continued walking, Flash pulled out his cigarette box and pulled one out. He then lit the cigarette with his handy lighter and took out a nice long blow, smoke blowing everywhere. A nasty habit certainly, but it was one he could not escape. Flash blamed the bullies that picked on him as a kid since they were the ones who...'talked him into it' in the first place.
Flash then found himself a few minutes later standing beside a bench. Flash was leaning against a nearby lamppost when he noticed a man laying on the bench with his eyes closed. Curious, Flash walked over to the bench to get a closer look at the sleeping man. No, he never saw him before. That hardly surprised him since Flash was still fairly new to the town, having only been there since college classes started back again for the Spring. Wondering if the sleeping man was alright, Flash sort of gave him a slight tap on the shoulder. "Hey, you okay buddy? No offense, but you look as though you hadn't had any sleep for awhile," Flash asked in his native Maine accent. He was from a different part of Maine, further North. Realistically, he probably could drive home and get there in five or six hours tops. All the while Flash held his cigarette in his other hand and while he waited for a response, he popped it back in his mouth and took yet another blow.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 4, 2011 18:25:36 GMT -5
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Despite urging himself not to do so, Rodney began dozing almost as soon as he closed his eyes. He wasn't in the most comfortable position in the world, but his self-induced insomnia had done a number on him. Luckily, though, he'd only been asleep for a few seconds before a hesitant voice, and a nudge woke him again. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't completely sure where he was, his mind still partially asleep. The first thing that entered his conscious mind was that he was being stared at by someone he didn't know. That seemed to send a jumpstart through his system and he jumped to his feet as fast as he could. "I'm up, I'm up!
The cat in his brain had startled just as easily as he had, but they both seemed to recover from the shock at the same time, and Rodney remembered where he was and what he was doing. Not only that, but he also figured he'd probably startled the young man who'd woken him. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I must have dozed off..." He said, sparing a quick glance at his watch to make sure he hadn't been out for long. "Only a few minutes, that's good. Thank you for waking me."
It hadn't been a very long cat nap he took, but he had to admit he felt a bit better for it anyway. Looking back to the young man, who he was surprised he didn't recognize, which was odd considering what his job was. Of course, Rodney was never a good mingle-r, but he liked to think that he wouldn't forget anyone he'd met in this small town. Nor anyone he'd had to file stacks of paperwork for - so perhaps he was new? He stuck out his hand to shake, the gesture coming easy to him. "Ah, like I said, thank you for waking me up, I'm Rodney Tibbs. I don't think we've ever met."
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Post by vanisher on Jul 4, 2011 22:21:57 GMT -5
Flash was just about to tap the stranger again when all of a sudden the sleeping man rose making poor Flash jump. Flash smiling looked back at him. "Oh so you are alive. Guess I win that little bet," Flash said with a slight laugh.
Glancing away from Rodney, Flash blew on his cigarette some more. Hearing him apologize for falling asleep, Flash, looking back at him just sort of laughed. "Eh, don't mention it. It's no biggie," he reassured, cigarette now resting in his left hand. "No big deal," he repeated.
But, Rodney's next comment caused him to frown. Flash was used to both dishing and receiving sarcastic remarks on a daily basis, so naturally he took Rodney's comment as sarcasm. "Oh sorry I didn't mean to wake you. Well, yes I meant to wake you it's just when I walked over and saw you just laying there not really moving...I was just kind of worried, so yeah I just had to wake you to make sure that you were really okay," Flash sheepishly apologized.
Flash's bright yellow eyes rested upon Rodeny outstretched hand. Because Flash wasn't used to people being outright friendly to him unless they had some type of ulterior motive, he hesitated a moment before finally shaking his hand. He forced a laugh. "Oh, I'm not surprised. Just moved here recently. Place is weird, nice little town though just not a whole lot to do. I'm what you could call a city slicker since I'm from a huge city in Maine, very busy. Has it all not like here. Well anyway name's Flash. Flash Mcgavin, weird name I know. Blame my comic obsessed father not me. He just had to name me after one of his favorite superheroes, such a weird guy, but nevertheless awesome as hell. But, anywho I go to Harmony, interesting school I have to admit, but like I said full of weirdos. Weirdos obsessed with their characters, which kind of drives me crazy, ya know," Flash told him and stopped thinking that he perhaps said too much. "Sorry, didn't mean to talk you ear off," he said, taking another puff on his cigarette.
It was then he realized he had been smoking the entire time in front of this guy. "I'm sorry, you want one?" He offered, pulling out his box of cigarettes and offereing him one.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 5, 2011 1:01:14 GMT -5
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Rodney chuckled a bit at the young man's first words, knowing it was a joke. The next part of the conversation steered a bit wrongly, and at first the Tibbs host wasn't quite sure what had happened. The other man was apologizing, though, he wasn't completely sure why. "What? ...Oh!" Then, belatedly, it seemed to make sense to him. The young man thought he was being sarcastic, and was actually cross about being woken up. Well, he supposed that most people would be irritable when they wake up, but he wasn't - at least not today anyway - and he really meant what he'd said. "Oh, no, I did sincerely mean to thank you, I hadn't meant to fall asleep, and this is certainly not the place for it. Thank you, honestly, for your concern." He said quickly, hoping that he didn't sound insincere, like he must have a few seconds ago. Perhaps, only to prove that he was genuine in this, and not just being snide, or something like that, he explained his reasoning, "I was actually trying to keep busy, so I could sleep at the proper time... if I had dozed too long out here, I'd never get to sleep tonight." He finished, shaking the young man's hand once it was taken, and he noticed the other man was smoking, which surprised him.
He didn't have that long to dwell on that, however, as the kid seemed to take introducing himself very seriously. Rodney blinked, somewhat used to people speaking at him, but always somewhat bewildered by it. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to listen intently, after all, he doubted anyone wanted to waste their breath on him. From just the young man's introduction alone, he learned quite a bit about him. He recently moved here, like Rodney had guessed, and was a bit out of place here in Memory due to being from a larger city in Maine. His name was Flash McGavin, after the comic book superhero and he was going to Harmony University, and apparently didn't like people who were too forward with their characters. That had certainly kicked the tar out of his own introduction. Really, he felt almost embarrassed by it. Well, he does seem like an honest sort of fellow, doesn't he sir? Hm? Oh, yes, definitely.
Flash had finished by offering him a cigarette though, which brought him back to what he'd noticed before. He was smoking. "No, thank you, I don't smoke. It's not very healthy... or, really legal in this area. We have more No Smoking signs then Disneyland." He laughed slightly, not really trying to get on the kid's case about it. It wasn't easy to drop habits after all, "Just be careful with it, you know, watch out for any puppies running about." He said, with a smile, substituting the word 'puppies' instead of 'kids' without really noticing it. "Oh, but anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you Flash. If no one else has done it yet, I would like to officially welcome you to Memory. I hope you don't think us all to be too weird, but I'll certainly understand if you do." He said, hospitably, since introducing people here might as well have been one of his responsibilities. Speaking of which...
"You know, having a name like that is good for one thing, it makes it hard to forget. You moved into Robinson Court, didn't you? I am a terrible neighbor." He said, looking sheepish. Not that he would have baked a pie or anything - not a good one anyway - but it was hard to excuse the fact that someone had moved in down the street and he hadn't met them. "Of course, I'm running about here far more then I am at home, but I filed the lease and stamped all of the transfers, I could have at least stopped by to say hullo. Sorry about that." He finished, apologetically.
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Post by vanisher on Jul 5, 2011 3:07:05 GMT -5
Flash, listening to Rodney explanation of falling asleep on the bench simply nodded. He understood and his reasoning certainly made sense to him. He smiled. "Oh well in that case I'm glad to have helped. Lucky for you I came by when I did otherwise you may have never woken up, eh?" Flash said with a slight laugh.
Flash's yellow eyes twitched slightly in agitation when Rodney mentioned the word, Disney. And smoking illegal? Really? He honestly didn't notice these so-called no smoking signs then again Flash probably saw them and just ignored them on purpose, so he could satisfy his little addiction anyway. But, seriously smoking was overall illegal there? Why was he always the last one to find out these things? That really bugged him. Oh yeah, he is new, but that's still no excuse! Rubbing his twitching eye, he turned back to Rodney and said, "please don't say the D word again. It just...bugs me."
And when he said puppies instead of kids, Flash just sort of looked at him like he was crazy. Flash raised a brow. "Um, what? Puppies? What do you mean by that? I suppose it is bad for them to smell cigarette smoke, but it is really bad for anyone, me included," he said, laughing a bit when he admitted his addiction in being unhealthy. Ashamed he looked at the ground. "Oh God it is indeed a nasty habit and I feel so ashamed that I do it. That I pollute the air with each and every cigarette I smoke," he said, regret in his voice.
He smiled a bit when Rodney officially welcomed him to the town. "Oh, thanks and no it's fine. I...I don't think you're weird at all. I mean I just met you, but you seem fine to me. I mean...oh dear I really just don't know how to say it. Just...I'm not good with words," Flash attempted to explain. Flash's interest sparked when Rodney mentioned living on Robinson Court as well. "Oh, no, no reason to apologize. I...I've truthfully been kind of busy as well...this past week. It's just been really crazy in general and a lot to take in, ya know," he said not really wanting to say anything more about it with Shere's little threat still in mind. Flash shivered at the thought of having a pissed off tiger come after him. He gulped, thinking about it.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 6, 2011 1:03:55 GMT -5
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He hadn‘t expected the young man to take the no-smoking rule very well. After all it was hard to break a habit and the bad part about a habit was that it didn‘t adjust itself around designated smoking zones. Of course the town had those, areas where smoking was allowed, but very similarly to a Disney park they weren’t all that many. The signs though, usually didn’t so much stop people from smoking, as much as discouraged it. It was a pretty rare thing for anyone to complain about it, as long as it wasn’t endangering anyone, so he doubted the kid would get into too much trouble about it. But, since he had to authenticate the actual signs, he thought he might as well bring attention to it. Though he’d expected some kind of reply to the rule itself, he hadn’t expected what Flash’s first response would be. The D word? For a moment he didn’t quite understand what that meant, and he had to rewind his speech in his mind to figure it out. Disney. His hand went up to touch his forehead, somewhat embarrassed he hadn’t figured that. "Oh, right, no problem. Sorry, about that. It takes a while to get used to." He said, smiling lightly to try to loosen any awkwardness. The next point was also a bit of surprise, but he caught onto that much quicker. "Oh, yeah, puppies... really dumb figure of speech. I mean just watch out for the kids."
He said puppies a lot more then he said kids, so it wasn't really too hard for him to guess he'd done it again. He supposed that sort of came with the territory of playing host to a Dalmatians character. The next part of the conversation was one more in place, though a lot more pensive then he had been going for. The kid was obviously troubled by the whole thing, and Rodney just felt naturally compelled to help out as much as he could. He patted the younger man on the shoulder in a friendly way and replied, "Hey, don't worry about that. Everyone's got a few bad habits, and at least you know you want to quit. Let me know if there‘s anything I can do to help." Then for some reason, he almost felt like he had to say something else, but he didn't really know what. He glanced around the street once before deciding to say, "And, don’t worry, most of the time folks will let it go, unless they're really uptight." But almost as soon as he said it, he felt like that was the wrong thing. Not for any real reason, it just... sounded odd? He'd forgotten a bit how terrible he was at chatting sometimes, and he attempted to mask it a bit by saying something else, and he got about half way through it before realizing that was also a bad closing line. "The scariest part really is people might think you're Cruella DeVille. That… was a really terrible joke.” He owned it almost immediately after saying it, hoping that would make it slightly less lame, and then laughed slightly, knowing it probably wasn't. He knew he wasn't funny, he might as well laugh it off.
It was funny that, even though Rodney was obviously the one dragging behind in speech here, it was Flash who admitted to not being good at talking. It made it almost ironic since Rodney had just gotten over telling that bad joke. “Well, you at least have me beat in the art of conversation.” He said, obviously referencing his own awkwardness just a moment ago. Long talks were definitely not something he had a lot of practice in, and he was afraid that was pretty obvious. He actually hadn't had a chance to just have a casual conversation in quite a while, especially without having to cut it short because of something or other. Speaking of which... “Sorry if I’m keeping you from anything, by the way. I’m not very accustomed to being out with nothing to do.”
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Post by vanisher on Jul 6, 2011 3:08:00 GMT -5
As Flash strived to understand the other, he couldn't help thinking that Rodney was not all there. It was mainly due to Rodney's odd choice in words and poor conversational skills. And Flash thought he was bad, but this guy...this guy sure is something else. "O-kay, yeah, sure I'll keep an eye out for the little ones. And besides I'm a...magician of sorts. I love kids. I certainly don't want them to think less of me," Flash said.
Feeling Rodney patting him on the shoulder, Flash frowned at his words and gasping, pulled away from him. "Oh you don't understand, I don't want to quit! That would be bad. You see, smoking's not just my addiction, it's part of who I am. I can't just quit! I don't wanna! Smoking keeps me sane Helps me to think straight," he told Rodney excitedly, sounding a bit crazy himself.
As Rodney went on to reassure him that no one will be too upset by his little habit, Flash just stood there quietly as though waiting for something. Truthfully, Flash was preparing himself for more weirdness to fall out of Rodney's mouth. And then it happened. Flash didn't have to wait long at all for Rodney to say some more weird, random stuff. Flash just sighed at him and raised a curious brow. "Cruella eh?" Flash said, smirking. Flash knew all the Disney movies pretty well, having been fans of them growing up and 101 Dalmations was no exception. Then mimicking Roger's voice he very dramatically sang the whole, Cruella De Ville song. "Yeah, I'd make a great Cruella cause I'm just dripping with evil and...and I'm just so well dressed with fur all over me. Me, Cruella, right," Flash said sarcastically with a slight laugh. Smirking he glanced back at Rodney still blissfully unaware he was really the cat, Tibbs. "And who are you supposed to be, one of her henchmen?" Flash asked then frowning he thought a moment.
He rewound their entire conversation in his head and he thought about just how easy it was for him to talk to this guy and just how nice Rodney had been to him. A little too nice if you ask me, Flash suspiciously thought. So crossing his arms, Flash looked at him. "Alright out with it, just who are you? Go on tell me your evil scheme and don't be shy, I've heard it all before. You villain types are always the same, evil and making me wait is even more evil," Flash, unable to stand it anymore just flat out asked Rodney, thinking him a villain simply because Rodney was being so nice to him. Crossing his arms, Flash just smiled at Rodney and shook his head. "And no, don't you worry about me. I wasn't even doing anything before I ran into you. Just was out on my smoking break. So, you and I, we have all the time in the world to talk and to get to know each other," Flash said, smoking some more on his cigarette.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 6, 2011 5:12:12 GMT -5
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Rodney nodded slightly at the news that Flash was a magician. Being that the town was full of magical characters, it wasn’t all that unusual, but being a plain old cat himself, he was always impressed by things like that. It was a childish thing, perhaps, to enjoy magic, but he just couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t help but think that this was another thing he learned about Flash in this brief conversation, and he still felt like he was lagging behind. Of course, he wasn’t sure what he could say about himself, or how for that matter. It was difficult to slip the fact that he was town clerk into a conversation without it sounding like a boast, especially if he wasn’t asked, and even when he downplayed it, he just ended up sounding pathetic. That’s quite the pickle, sir. The cat Tibbs commented in his head, where he’d been pretty quiet for a while. He wondered briefly what the feline had been doing, but ended up just responding, like usual. I know, but the conversation hasn’t turned that way yet. I probably shouldn’t try jumping the shark so soon, after all, it only looks like he thinks I’m mildly crazy. Yes, you two seem to get on well, sir. Yes, I suppose we do.
The way Flash reacted to when he patted him on the shoulder and spoke about quitting startled him slightly, the cat in him wanting to jump up, which caused him to jerk his am back slightly. It was unusual to say the least. Rodney had assumed that the younger man wanted to quit smoking, considering how he spoke about it, but judging from his little speech just now, that wasn’t quite it. “Well, I certainly can’t force you to quit if you don’t want to, but in my amateur opinion, I don’t think you need them as much as you think you do. I’m sure you’d be equally pleasant to talk to, and have healthier lungs.” He said, not really wanting to warn him outright about getting sick off the things, for fear he’d jinx the boy or something. He hoped that at least by saying that, they wouldn’t get into an argument over it. Of course, he didn’t think cigarettes were good for anyone, and Flash obviously thought the same, he probably just needed a reason to quit, and that wasn’t exactly something you could force. That’s a very mature way to handle things, sir. Well, I had hoped so. I’d feel stupid if I ruined a conversation this quickly.
To both Tibbs’ surprise, instead of brushing off his lame joke as, well, lame, the younger man smirked and proceeded to sing the Cruella DeVille song, impersonating the character Roger’s voice perfectly. It was impressive, and Rodney couldn’t help but grin at the display, being able to, at least, appreciate things like that from his own movie. After the song was finished, Rodney clapped a few times, both him and Sergeant Tibbs commenting, “Good show, sir, very good show!” so that Rodney was not quite sure which of them had actually said the words. Of course, it didn’t really matter, as he and Tibbs were pretty close, as strange as that was. In fact, besides the fact that he would say ‘sir’ much more frequently, he didn’t think too many people would notice if he and the cat switched places. At work, they probably wouldn’t notice at all.
Flash followed up his solo by asking if he was one of Cruella’s henchmen, which showed another little difference between the Tibbs’. One of that woman’s henchmen? He thinks I’m one of those wretched fellows? The cat Tibbs asked in disbelief, while Rodney just laughed it off, considering he thought it was more of an extension of the joke. After all, he had compared the kid to Cruella. Don’t take it personally, he’s only joking. He thought back to the cat, before saying out loud. “I know I’m not the brightest man in the world, but I dare say I’m not quite as dumb as Jasper and Horace. Oh, that was a rude thing to say, I haven’t even met the guys.” I have, and there wasn't anything redeemable about them, sir. Scoundrels, the both of them. It would be bad enough to hurt one puppy, but they were going to skin ninety-nine of them. They were no good, sir, no good at all. Yes, I know. I don’t doubt you, Sergeant, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
Meanwhile, it seemed that something had begun to bother Flash, and eventually it came out in a small rush, surprising Rodney again. “Evil scheme?” He repeated curiously, attempting to piece together exactly what he was hearing, and then, “Oh! Oh, dear, you must have met a few of the villains. My, that must have been a rough week.” He said, smiling, since he knew the young man was just overly suspicious and didn’t really mean anything by it. It was hard to figure out other people’s characters on the outside after all, which could be a bit confusing. Tibbs, for example, hadn’t found even one of the ninety-nine puppies running about out there, though, he was sure he’d met a few of them without realizing. “I’m not a villain though, so don’t worry, though, on the bright side, I’m glad you thought I was so important. I wasn‘t trying to flaunt, honestly.” He said, good-naturedly, before realizing he was going to have a difficult time explaining his character. As sad as it was, not many people recognized Sergeant Tibbs by name, “Um, let’s see, you know that cat in… ah, nevermind, hold on a moment.” He said, thinking of a better way to do this. It was a much better verification, and it was much easier to identify with a visual. Ready, Tibbs? What? Oh, Oh! Yes, sir, right away, sir! And he made a small leap, that seemed to magically extended as the transformed into a scrawny brown tabby, until he landed as a small cat on Flash’s shoulders. Giving an awkward, paw-salute, like the ones seen in the movies, Tibbs introduced himself in the usual way, “Sergeant Tibbs, reporting for duty, sir.”
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Post by vanisher on Jul 6, 2011 13:50:41 GMT -5
Flash nodded as Rodney told him how bad cigarettes were for him and therefore he didn't really need them. "Yeah, I know they're bad for me, but here's the thing: I don't care! Smoking feels good to me, so I'm not quiting anytime soon. So, thanks for the warning, but no thanks," Flash told him. "But, I'll be sure to not smoke in front of the kids. I never intended on doing so anyway," Flash reassured the other with a small smile.
After Flash sang the Cruella Deville song using Roger's voice, Rodney was clapping and he seemed to have really liked it, which caused Flash to smile. Smiling, he bowed. "Oh, why thank you. Thank you, you as an audience have been too kind. and I just wanted to let you know that it is audiences like you that make performers like me feel whole. So yeah love ya! You've been a great audience! I'll be here all week!" Flash said, mimicking a famous perfomer's closing lines. As soon as he finished, Flash remembered all the trouble his mimicking ability caused him recently as well as in the past. Already Flash regretted revealing his mimicking abiility to Rodney. Clearing his throat he spoke to Rodney in his own voice. "Oh, you really seem to like my mimicking ability. While I do appreciate the gesture I feel that I must tell you that it's really not that big of a deal. It's just a little something I happen to know how to do. Comes with being a magician and like any good magician I don't reveal my secrets," Flash quickly told him, fearing the other might want to try to use him just like everybody else.
After Flash returned Rodney's Cruella joke, he couldn't help laughing at Rodney's choice in words. Flash tried to speak even while he was laughing. "It's okay I saw 101 Dalmations a lot as a kid. I know the movie by heart. If their hosts are anything like those thugs then...they definitely are on the low end of the stick intelligencewise. You are definitely smarter than they are, so I wouldn't worry too much about them. Now as for Cruella...yeah I can see why you'd be worried about her. She is such a freak! Haven't met her host though, thank God. Now that I think about it haven't met Horace and Jasper yet either. Wonder if those three even have hosts?" Flash said thoughtfully, puffing some more smoke from his cigarette.
Flash, still puffing on his cigarette nodded when Rodney noted that he now understood why he had such a rough week. "Tell me about it. Already I met...two of the little buggers," Flash said not wanting to reveal their names out of the fear they'd find out that he told someone. He then smiled when Rodney assured him that he wasn't a villain. "Well, that's good to know. I suppose I...knew all along since you are so nice, but then again that is exactly why I suspected you," he said then sighed realizing his statement made no sense. "I suppose I really oughtta explain myself to you. You see, for some strange reason the heroes don't seem to like me all that much, but the villains...oddly enough like me. I'm like a villain magnet I think," he explained with a shrug.
Not only did Rodney tell him he was not a villain, he was going to reveal his character's identity to him too, which really surprised him since everyone else tries to hide it. So, taking a long breath, Flash mentally prepared himself for whatever character lived inside Rodney's head. "Okay, so out with it then. Who are you?" Flash impatiently asked.
He didn't have to wait long for an answer. Although, he was surprised by the manner Rodney's character was revealed. His eyes widened as the man before him turned into a small brown car that saluted. The cat then revealed its name as Tibbs. After seeing him and hearing the name, Flash instantly knew who he was, the cat from 101 Dalmations. Okay, well that certainly explains a lot, Flash thought. Certainly beats meeting another villain by far. "Why, you're a cat!" Flash said somewhat excitedly, mimicking Alice's voice as well as stealing her famous line. He never met Alice's host, but he remembered the movie well enough to mimick the character's voice. And as strange as it was, he saw nothing wrong with mimicking a young girl. This is probably because his own character, Iago mimicked Jasmine all the time. Flash cleared his throat and continued in his own voice. "I mean what I meant to say is, I definitely remember your character. As nosy as he was, I always liked that cat as a kid. Hey, I should have known it was you all along after all your last name is Tibbs, so it just makes sense!" Flash told him with a smile. 'Hmmm...if Iago ever awakens, I could probably get this guy to teach me how to shapeshift. Looks pretty cool to do,' he thought to himself.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 7, 2011 2:33:06 GMT -5
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Tibbs, as a cat, was very small and thin, unusually so, even for a Disney cat as he was only slightly bigger then the puppies in the movies, while other cats like Thomas O’Malley where several times larger. He was able to balance quite well on Flash’s shoulder, without clinging on too roughly. The young man he was sitting on reacted pretty enthusiastically, which caused Rodney to smile slightly even as a cat. Unusually though, considering what town he was in, he didn’t know all of the Disney films, except, of course his own movie. The reference wasn’t completely lost on him of course, it just took a moment before he connected the voice to the film he’d only seen small part of and replied, “Oh, Alice and Wonderland! Impressive, sir!” It was one of his more unusual traits just as a person, he hadn’t watched a lot of television as a child, nor went to the movies too much. He’d seen the 101 Dalmatians, as that was a movie made in the 60’s and his own mother had had it as a child - that and of course he had a character from it who knew the entire thing from memory. In a town like this, it was probably more of a disadvantage then anything, to only know the most basic information about any of the movies, but he always felt to embarrassed to go try to rent the old VHS tapes. Of course, he really doubted there was a shortage of the tapes, but still.
He answered the comment about Flash being a villain magnet after a little bit of thought. “Well, I doubt all heroes would dislike you, they are heroes after all. Maybe you just caught them at a not-so-heroic time? They can’t be perfect all the time, I suppose, and the same should go for the baduns, too. They couldn‘t possibly be nasty all of the time, they’d get ulcers or something.” He laughed lightly at that, though he already knew he was terrible at making jokes. During that time though, he breathed in a bit to much smoke, as a cat, and choked a bit. His perch on Flash’s shoulder was a bit ill-advised, considering a lot of the cigarette smoke was in that general area, and as a cat he didn’t have large enough lungs to handle it so smoothly. He figured he should probably change back now, and quickly descended the man’s arm, back to the ground before changing back into himself and coughing a few more times to clear his lungs. It wasn't that he was too susceptible to the smoke, but he was as a cat.
“Woo, almost killed myself there, sorry.” He said, apologizing not really because he felt guilty about anything, but more as a habit. He’d been told before that doing that was a show of weakness, but he always considered it to be more polite to excuse yourself rather then demand it in return. It was one of the things that just sort of made up who he was. Luckily for him Sgt. Tibbs had a similar sense of responsibility, and they very rarely clashed on this account. He breathed the last bit of smoke out of him, coughing very lightly, before trying to pick up the conversation again. “Ah, what was I saying…? Oh. But there’s many more characters, and more importantly, people, here besides just the heroes and villains, though they tend to leave the biggest impression.” He continued, shaking off the earlier fit of coughing as he spoke, “That lot will be more than occupied when they find each other though, so I wouldn’t worry. And, if any of the villains really come after you, well, you could always come to me.”
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Post by vanisher on Jul 7, 2011 15:07:00 GMT -5
Flash sort of chuckled softly when Tibbs called him, 'sir.' Out of all the things he could remember about Tibbs, he had nearly forgotten that the cat's favorite word was, 'sir' and it took him off guard to hear the cat call him such. "Please, you don't have to call me sir just Flash will do," he said, blushing a bit. Really, the small brown cat had to be the only person er cat er whatever to call him, 'sir' and truthfully it just made him feel weird.
As the cat now perched on his shoulder, Ray tried his best to blow the smoke away from the little cat, but apparently some of his smoke still caught him in the lungs. He frowned as Tibbs was forced to jump down and transform back into his human host and even more so when Rodney apologized. "Oh, no it's not your fault it's mine. I shouldn't be smoking in front of you and you know that is another thing I've noticed about you that we seriously need to talk about. You don't have to say sorry for stuff that's not even your fault. No offense pal, but it's a little annoying and if I've noticed it then I'm pretty sure everyone else has noticed it. In short all I'm saying is, stop saying sorry for every little thing. It's not healthy ya know," Flash informed him.
Then taking his cigarette, he muttered a few words causing it to turn into a little harmless four leaf clover. Smiling he handed it to Rodney. "There, perfectly harmless," he said. Listening to Rodney speak again, Flash smiled at his offer. "Why, thank you Rodney. That's certainly nice of you. You know maybe I can entrust you with my character's idnetity after all. You'd probably figure it out on your own anyway, so might as well stop prolonging the inevitable," he said with a sigh. "So uh Rodney prepare yourself for my not so great character," he warned before continuing. "Rodney, my character is...Iago and that's why I think I'm a villain magnet and that is why the good guys don't particularly care for me all that much. Although, I haven't awaken him yet, but that is partly because I don't want to. If I awaken him, I fear I may do the same dispicable things that treacherous parrot does in the movie and again I don't want to. I was never really into the whole evil scheming thing, it's not me," Flash revealed, at last admitting his character to Tibbs, which certainly could also explain why he could mimick voices so well and has an affinity to magic.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 8, 2011 2:19:41 GMT -5
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Rodney was surprised when Flash transformed his cigarette into a four leaf clover, partially because magic really did always impress him, and the other half of it was he hadn't thought the other man would actually put it out. Not that he wasn't pleased about it, he definitely was, it was just surprising that he'd caused that reaction. It sort of solidified Rodney's view of Flash as a good person, which he'd honestly had already figured. He clapped his hands before taking the clover, knowing that there was no way he could ever possibly know how magic was done. Even between him and his character, they couldn't quite understand magic, which, of course, made it that much more spectacular. He paused in his clap, however, when Flash pointed out something. It hadn't taken the other man long to notice his habit of apologizing. Rodney thought it was a tad more embarrassing that it came from someone he just met too, but he supposed he also took it more seriously as well. "You're right, I know, but it's been force of habit for years now." He said admittedly.
In response with his offer to help Flash out with the villains that lurked about the town, the younger man seemed almost relieved to hear that, which made Rodney think it had been a bit of trouble. He thought Flash might tell him about anyone he'd met, but instead decided to divulge his character to him. Tibbs, of course, wasn't really a character that was necessary for hiding. It was pretty obvious, when one was looking, and Tibbs himself wasn't a hero, at least, not in the usual sense, and not even a main character, really. Not that he didn't enjoy the cat, and really, he felt lucky it was Sgt. Tibbs, a character from basically the only movie he knew, and also with the same basic sense of responsibility as him. If he was asked, he was sure he wouldn't rather have anyone else occupying his head. Why, thank you, sir. You should know that.
Flash's character though, must have been an unusual one, considering he didn't seem to really want to mention it, or was under the impression that it was something bad. The prep leading up to it was the most startling bit, but Rodney did what he was told and braced himself for it, even though he couldn't be sure he would get it right away. Like he thought, once the young man said Iago, he had to think carefully for a moment. It definitely wasn't the title character of anything, which made it slightly more difficult, but as Flash spoke a little more, the pieces came together and Rodney remembered. "The parrot in Aladdin?" The movie Aladdin had come out when he was in his early teens, and he hadn't had much opportunity to watch pieces of it, let alone the whole thing. He'd gotten the gist of the story from re-tellings, but of course, it wasn't like seeing the film. He just hoped his limited information was enough to help. "I can see the problem, but I think a lot of it is just your character hasn't awakened yet. It's a bit nerve-wracking to think there's something that'll be living in your head. But, you know, no one can force you to play out your character's lines. You'll still be you, and I can tell you're a good kid." He said, "And I don't think characters live in people that aren't at least a little suited for them. You might find common ground... I'm s-" He started then stopped, "Uh, my knowledge is a little lacking, really, but, maybe you should think about what you know about Iago, from the movie at least."
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Post by vanisher on Jul 9, 2011 3:04:39 GMT -5
Flash nodded, noticing it took Tibbs a bit to figure out who Iago even was. He couldn't help frowning. Sure his own character wasn't a main character, but he did however serve as the movie's secondary antagonist. In his mind the character, Iago was hardly forgettable. The vile parrot was just s sneaky and deceptive as well as annoying. Also his ability to mimick others perfectly, how could anyone forget that?
It finally occurred to him that Rodney probably just never saw the movie, which he found odd. Here they were in a town filled with classic Disney characters living inside humans and Rodney didn't even see Aladdin. Unbelievable uh not that he was offended or anything, just he found it a bit odd. Looking back at Rodney, he wondered what other classical Disney movies he missed out on as a kid. Makes you wonder. "Yeah, that's the one," Flash simply answered. "So as you can see, my character is hardly something I want to run around flaunting," he muttered quietly, obviously ashamed of his inner character.
At Rodney's continued reassurance that just because Iago was living inside him didn't automatically make him a bad person and that he was still free to make his own choices, Flash just nodded. And even though he appreciated what he was saying and was relieved that him being Iago didn't turn Rodney off, he still was unsure and his facial expression showed his uncertainty. 'What if Rodney was wrong? What if having this character makes me evil? What if I can't control Iago?' These questions and more just floated throughout his busy mind.
Then at Rodney's suggestion, he looked back at him. So he hadn't seen the movie? He knew it. "You mean you never saw Aladdin?" He asked, letting the other know how surprised he was. "You missed a great classic, man," he added, shaking his head. Then Flash pretended to be thinking really hard and looked up towards the sky as he appeared to be counting on his fingers. "Well, let's see: first of all, you at least know Iago's a...villain, right? Just...making sure we are on the same page. But...moving on. That little parrot is by far has the biggest mouth and...and he doesn't know when or how to shut up either, he just goes on and on and on...with no end in sight and..." Face turning red, he stopped. "I'm doing it, aren't I? It's okay, you can say it. I realize it must be true. But continuing on, Iago also you know lies a lot, is sneaky, deceptive, conniving, treacherous, sarcastic, has a short temper, and not to mention he had a real knack for coming up with evil schemes. Again, I'm really nothing like him," he firmly explained, mentioning nothing positive at all about Iago. He only focused on the negatives. This certainly showed that the young man was suffering from low self esteem.
Thinking about his character some more caused Flash to sigh. "Uh, well Rodney, there you have it. My character not so great. Not really sure what I can do about it though. I really don't want to unlock him because then..." He started before grumbling.
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Post by tibbs on Jul 12, 2011 1:09:29 GMT -5
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Flash seemed to accept his little bit of advice but looked far from sold on it. Rodney wished he'd actually seen the movie so he could help out a bit more in this situation, but he only knew the basics of it - a young man finds a genie who makes him into a prince - that and a little bit about the characters was all her really knew, so his helpfulness in this department was not very insightful. His lack of culture was going to come back to bite him one of these days anyway, why not today? Flash picked up on it pretty quickly too, and pointed out he hadn't seen Aladdin. He felt himself redden slightly and smiled in embarrassment, "Ah, well, don't tell anyone, alright? I didn't see any of those little shows as a child, and unusual as that is already, it's even more so here."
He nodded when Flash mentioned his character was a villain, he knew that much about the parrot, and he was also fairly certain that Iago hadn't done anything too horrible... at least, he wasn't a top villain as far as the people around town were concerned. The young man went on to talk about his character in the most unflattering ways. Rodney blinked a few times as Flash seemed to list them all off. "Ah, you must really not like that bird." He said, chuckling slightly, "I actually doubt anyone is all bad, and if they do manage it, I wouldn't see why he'd come to you if he's as much of a schemer as you mention." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Unlocking your character is... pretty important here. They should be attempting it at Harmony, aren't they? I'm sure it won't be as bad as you're imagining, and if it is, hey, I'm a cat, he's a bird, I think I could actually handle that." He said, hoping to bring Flash out of his mope.
Of course, awakening your Disney character was so important here, you couldn't actually leave until you did it, but that wasn't really something advertised a lot. "I don't want you at odds with your character though, that hardly ever works out, and I'm sure it leads to quite the headache. I suppose it's hard to think of positive things for someone you dislike, but it might be better if you try to think of what their motivation might be? If you can't think of anything good, maybe you can try to think of why he's been bad? Just give it a shot." He said. He figured he could try to at least not outright hate his character, even if they never got along it was better then fighting. Thinking of a characters motivation was pretty hard, but he knew all characters had something, even if it wasn't shown in the film. Who better to know the answer then the character's host? He knew when he tried it he had come very close to Sgt. Tibbs actual history.
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