[PRP Daily Challenge] Pumpkin Decorating (Wrex & Strider)

[chiickadee]

Strider couldn't believe this. Of all the days to fall unlucky, it had to be this one. It had started out good, oh yes. He'd stared into his mirror for hours, kissed his reflection since it was so damn good looking. He'd done a few laps around the pool built into his room; not a giant thing by any means, modest for a true rockstar but enough for a shark boy to swim around in. Certainly his charm with the dorm designer had helped. After that it was breakfast, a few hunks of meat and he was back out the door. Skipping his first class of course because it was math and he was a rock star and rock stars didn't need math. Thankfully he'd had music class in the morning, which he excelled at and wooed everyone.

And now for crossing paths with a particularly angry professor, he was on pumpkin carving duty with the village idiot. It was a tiny stroke of bad luck, and now his whole schedule of loafing off and being pretty was totally thrown off track.

"Ugh. Don't harsh my mellow," Strider said, moving away from the hulking beast. Pumpkin decorating was already boring enough (seriously, this was a duty for scarelings at best. Everyone knew how to carve a jacking pumpkin in Halloween), but now he had to do it with a guy who was probably going to eat the final result.

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Pumpkin Decorating
Prompt: It's a long standing tradition to decorate or carve pumpkins as a way to celebrate the holiday season! Some base it off of their friends, some try to make it as spooky or adorable as possible, but most just simply have fun with it. Play your character, either alone or with friends, decorating a pumpkin for this holiday season!
Bonus Event: If in a PRP or ORP group, host a mini contest! Best decorated wins.
Prize: +1 raffle ticket that can be used here! In order to qualify, the RP/solo MUST be complete, and you must have written over 600 words!

 

[medigel]

Wrex, for his part, had been happily napping for most of the afternoon. Classes had been interesting--certainly nothing like the rough and tumble world he had grown up in, if a little too stiff for his tastes all the same--but it made his head hurt. Or his body. Sometimes both. The reading portions were what really gave him a hard time: writing was vaguely possible, no doubt do to his almost stereotypically painful monstrous visage, but actually reading crap was hard on his eyes.

Unfortunately, it didn't quite excuse napping away instead of hitting one of those head-hurting lectures. A gnome had scurried in to tell him he was now served with the punishment of...wait, what? Pumpkin duty??

A rather confused boil showed up, long tail twitching and nostrils flared. Wrex knew very little about the scareling process, but he knew pumpkins had something to do with them. Were they scareling sitting?? Gross.

Oh. Wait. Decorating.

He stuck his tongue out at Strider as he sniffed out his own pumpkin. "Do what I want," he grumbled loudly as he eyed their resources, wondering if icing was on the menu.
 

[chiickadee]

Strider made a face like he'd smelled curdled milk. Not only was this guy an imbecile, he was also threatening not to listen to the great Strider "Crash" Z'trios.

How dare he?

"Before you start," Strider said grumpily with a cross face at the boil sniffing his pumpkin, "you're NOT supposed to eat it." Obviously. Clearly.

Yet he had a sneaking suspicion that Wrex was going to try to anyways. He hadn't known any of the ones from Wrex's clan to be that bright, and eating came naturally to them. Nowhere near the high born rock star's glory.

He took his knife to the pumpkin, venting his frustrations on the vegetable instead of the guy's back. The knife made lots of tiny, jagged little triangles towards the bottom. Tons of teeth, just like a shark. Strider's plan thusfar was to make a beautiful little shark pumpkin, because the world could always use more shark pumpkins in it. Hell, it could use more sharks in it too.  

[medigel]

Wrex bared his teeth in a scowl. Was it from the insult that his intelligence wouldn't have fathomed not eating something first? Was it the fact that he actually couldn't eat the pumpkin? Perhaps it was both? Or perhaps because the boil was wearing a cologne like eau de jacktard? The world may never know.

He tried to content himself with carving the pumpkin as told, seeing as Wrex had not gotten good attention just doing whatever he wanted, whatever he said. When the knife became frustrating to manipulate, he switched to something more reliable: his own teeth.

It gave him the ability to carve AND to eat the pumpkin. Suck on that, Strider.

Saving the top half of the pumpkin, he stuck it on his head and smirked, announcing himself as loudly as possible, "PUMPKING, PUMPKING, PUMPKING!"
 

[chiickadee]

Oh my Jack he's eating the pumpkin.

Strider could not believe it. He stared at Wrex. Just stared at him with his two beady little shark eyes, unable to fathom that Wrex could be so stupid. He couldn't even hold a little puny knife between his meaty fists, so he was using his teeth instead. The cuts he was making with his teeth left jagged marks in the pumpkin (totally not beautiful) and Strider could tell he was just eating pumpkin pieces in between cuts. Now Strider had very sharp teeth and had he been challenged to do so he totally could have, but out of pride he didn't.

"Bro. Not chill." Seriously, how could one guy be so uncool and think it was okay to stand even remotely near someone as cool as himself? It was just two totally different worlds. One of them was destined for the greatness of a stage in a stadium filled with hundreds and thousands of people, the other destined for ... well hell's bells, who cared?

Instead of the traditional triangle nose he gave his pumpkin two handsome little slits down the side. Just like a shark. Aka perfection.  

[medigel]

He began to cackle just as loudly, thumping his chest in challenge. "PUMPKING NEEDS NO CHILL!" he declared importantly, which was clearly demonstrated by the fact that his workspace was now a mess, and the pumpkin he had been working on was now a...well, it probably ought to just be put on a plate at this point. But it had been made by his teeth, which, as the art class had taught him, meant it was a work of art and therefore beautiful and worth every second.

It didn't exactly impress the after school staff watching them, though. Stupid critics.

The first thing Wrex did was throw the remains of his first attempt at Strider, because he clearly deserved it. Then he went to find a new pumpkin to properly carve or whatever with this dinky little metal tooth. No fun.
 

[chiickadee]

Strider shrieked an admittedly ghouly shriek as the pumpkin bits went flying everywhere. He had genuine gummi fur lining his jacket- what the hell? If it got any pumpkin in the fur lining or on his hair it was going to be RUINED.

He ducked behind one of the school pillars, clutching his perfect pumpkin to his chest.

To the school staff, Strider said, "What the hell? Did you see that? He tried to kill me! Do something!"  

[medigel]

Well, at least the shrieks and distressed accusations made him feel better. Wrex bared his teeth some more, which probably didn't help the situation; but hey, Strider was the second person at Amity to accuse him of either killing or being able to kill someone, and that was personally a good amount of praise to be had. He was far too used to being called weak to want to correct the guy.

The staff member, whose brows had long since been raised at the both of them for different reasons, made a shooing motion at Strider. "Just hurry it up so we can all leave, for Jack's sake."

Wrex stuck his tongue out for the second time.

"And if you don't stop doing that, I'll make you come back every day for the next two weeks!"

The tongue disappeared, though he growled softly to make up for it. Couldn't lose face and all that. Maybe he could chuck--right, probably not a good idea. Sigh.

"Whiney," he observed as he handled some glue and plastered piece of colorful paper on his pumpkin, for no real reason other than because of their colors. "Weaaaaaak."
 

[chiickadee]

Strider stayed hidden behind his pillar, wary of any oncoming attacks. The pillar wouldn't really do him much good- he was fully aware that Wrex could knock it over even in this humanoid state.

But he did carve the pumpkin, unsatisfied with the staff member's response. Strider very much thought he was the victim in this situation and their behavior was downright neglect of his beautiful person.

The eyes were cut out as triangles and Strider stuck one of the big chunks of pumpkin over the stem like a real shark fin. It was beautiful, art even.

He put the pumpkin on the table and stormed away after that. Whether or not he won best pumpkin didn't matter to him- he just wanted to leave that ugly thing as soon as possible.  

[medigel]

Aw, pretty boil was gonna stick it out behind the pillar? Boooooo. It forced him to commit to his project with a semblance of peace (and a little less teeth), which in and of itself became a little more fun once his attention was more focused. Still something childish and rushed and rough, but at least something with more effort in it than the first pumpkin: colorful with a cautious dab of glitter to really be avant garde.

And then, the kicker: pretty boil got the hell out of dodge before the contest even began.

"HA HA NO CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!" Wrex yelled after him, nearly doubling over with laughter at his own wit. Despite his masterpiece going unnoticed in favor of the sharky pumpkin, he considered this a win. One more thing to add in the letter he would...eventually...send back to the Clan.