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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 4:53 pm
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Oliver Beaumont needed to get a better grip on his were instincts.
As a human, he found that it was easier to deal with his heightened senses via the mundane mind of a simple raccoon. As such, he'd started an early (possibly bad) habit of transforming himself in the real world when the urges hit him, but he had mostly kept himself contained to his house. Sometimes he couldn't resist burrowing through their own trash. Other times he found his way onto the counters to obsessively wash his weird hand-paws. But going outside? That was off limits because it was dangerous.
At least, that's what he kept telling himself. As time went on though, he found himself more and more restless, more and more drawn to the great outdoors. One day it was too much.
Suffice to say, this is how one raccoon (not an actual raccoon) ended up rifling through someones garbage at who-the-hell knew o'clock. His sensitive nose was going bonkers over something in the can (and the fools hadn't put a wildlife proof lid on top), but he was genuinely distressed when he found the source of the "delicious smell"
...they seemed to be tupperwear full of rotten... something, he couldn't even tell anymore. His tail floofed out as he tried to imagine why the hell anyone would throw perfectly good containers away, and even more so at the idea that someone would let food sit this long to the point of absolute annihilation.
Suddenly, his balanced wavered. Over he went, trashcan clattering onto the ground noisily with him.
demon_pachabel I HOPE THIS IS OK LMAOOOO
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 4:56 pm
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Thankfully, Oliver wasn't a bear. One could argue that he was, perhaps, a (unofficial) trash panda, and that panders were technically bears... sort of. It was in their name. Point being that it was a long shot, and Oliver would never be quite as dangerous as a bear would. Maybe. Were's might actually be more dangerous that bears in certain situations.
Unfortunately this wasn't the case now, as Ollie—rather, a seemingly ordinary raccoon—was dazed under the weight of the trash can. It was poignant almost; this was the moment of utter hubris in a Shakespearean play, crushed under the weight of his own pride and greed. Suddenly the can moved.
A loud (if not utterly pathetic) screech filled the air as he flailed wildly against the can, his paws scrabbling to push it off of him. He was a wimp. It was a really sad display.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 5:53 pm
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When the can started to shriek and flail, Cassandra also began to shriek (but not so much flail). She could see the tail sticking out from the can, and while her brain had picked up 'Yes hello, that is a raccoon,' the forefront of her thoughts was yelling SMALL BEAR, SMALL DEVIL, SMALL SOMETHING THAT SCREAMS, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
After her panicked shouts finally trailed off, Cass did at least get half the mind to pick up the trash can, holding it off to one side so she could shove her own trash into it - and somewhat hide behind it - as she investigated the tiny-not-actually-a-bear-but-its-a-bear situation.
Once her ENTIRE brain had caught up with her, Cass relaxed. Ok. It was a raccoon. Raccoons were OK as long as she didn't let it bite her and give her horrible diseases like rabies. "Hey there little guy," she asked in her most soothing voice, crouching down as she held onto the can for support. "Are you okay now? Were you just enjoying my tasty garbage?"
Because she was a horrible adult. Her trash probably was amazing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 6:42 pm
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Ollie laid there like a slain foe. His leg twitched. His tongue lolled dramatically out of the side of his mouth as he laid there, stretched out on his back. He was fresh roadkill—er, rather, trash kill. Except now the women was speaking with him instead of trying to kill him or something, so that was a bonus. He could understand speech even if he couldn't articulate it.
In fact, he rolled onto his front legs and gave himself a good shake before looking up at Cassandra calmly. Then, he nodded—yes, nodded—because he was in fact enjoying her tasty garbage, even if it was extremely concerning and covered in mold that could quite possibly hold the cure for cancer. Or be the next mass-marketed biological weapon. His tail wagged. Raccoons, as far as he knew, didn't wag their tails like dogs. His snout wiggled.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 1:11 pm
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Cass watched, brows raised in some weird amazement. She'd been informed (several times) as she was moving in that Ashdown was a strange place, but so far the most unique interaction was with a raccoon. "Oh, so now we're too good for the garbage, eh?" she laughed. "Can't say I know what else I can offer you little buddy. Most I got are TV dinners and my leftover Chinese food from lunch." It hadn't been great, but Cass had yet to make friends with Chinese food that was.
"I don't know if the landlady would like you much in my apartment," because taking the sapient raccoon into her apartment was her first line of logic there, rather than bringing food out, "and I don't know if you'll like Ted. I don't think animals typically like Ted." That was ominous. Whoever Ted was, she didn't clarify.
"Do you like Chinese Food?" it was going to end up in the trash anyways.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 9:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 9:26 pm
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Whelp. Looked like her new 'coon friend was going inside with her and Cass wasn't going to second guess it. "Hope Ted doesn't scare ya," she said as she headed up the steps, pausing occasionally to see if her new little buddy (the cutest not-bear little buddy she'd met in this town yet) was following after her. She'd definitely toss him out if he tried to move in, though.
Up to the second floor and down the hallway, Cass's apartment definitely wasn't something that would be described as 'has a great view'. Which was part of why it had been a good deal for someone like her. She hadn't even bothered to lock the door and a step inside made it clear as to why. Her little studio apartment was barely put together and to put it simply: Cass didn't own s**t.
There was, however, a Roomba buzzing it's way around the floor, occasionally bumping into a still-packed box and then turning directions and whrring off in another direction. "Hey Ted," she greeted it, "don't vacuum our new friend up." It wasn't as though she expected the machine to understand her, though. Then it was off to the fridge. Cass took out the styrofoam tray of Lo Mein, opened it, then set it on the floor to test the reaction.
"Better?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 9:56 pm
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Ted was a monster.
Except, Oliver had the foresight to not freak out, but he could see why a roomba was the natural enemy of any small creature. From this height and his sensitive hearing, the soft whrring sounded like a jet engine of death. He hopped towards it and then hopped backwards again, his fur floofed out. He would probably regret all of this later whenever he shifted back into a human and got his clarity sorted out.
As it was, there was lo mein up for grabs now, and he quickly scuttled past the roomba to get to it. Sweet, sweet salvation. He didn't even bother inspecting it before digging in. Even the eerie, emptiness
At least, until the roomba bumped into one of his legs, which made him jump like three solid feet into the air. He did a frantic spin before eating again. Couldn't resist the noodles it seemed. God, remind him to order some take out later.
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