Layover AN OFFENSIVE ODOR SELLS THE PERFORMANCE
03-07-2021, 04:20 PM
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He was sat directly in front of the dirty bathroom door. The only bathroom for miles. But he was not thinking about that, squatted where he was. He was thinking, very very much, about the sticky red substance in the dingy paper cup. The leftover slurpee was still pretty cold, thanks to the weather, but it had been three-fourths gone by time he'd found it on the sidewalk.
His now, though, his grubby little hands clutched to the rim of the soggy paper as he stuck his head into the opening and was noisily licking up the contents. Already in his enthusiasm he had painted a good part of his chest pink. Pink and sticky. But he could not stop himself, fixated on his treat as he ate it like someone was going to come and take it away from him. He wouldn't let them.
Thinking he heard footsteps, he shoved his head further into the cup, feeling it tight around his face. Lick lick lick as fast as you can!
03-08-2021, 09:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2021, 09:45 PM by Heather Hill.)
Heather. Had. To. Fucking. Pee.
She was out in the middle of nowhere, naturally, when she was struck by the undeniable urge. Holy shit. If she didn't go now she would literally pee herself. She was so stupid for slupring down so much Monster during her shift today, but she'd stayed up too late last night trying and failing to write a stupid song, so she was tried and wired.
Ugh.
Layover was gross but it would have to do.
Of course, as soon as she rounded the corner, clutching the key she'd demanded from the clerk inside, her feet scuffed on the concrete. What the fuck was that!
"Whoa." She said in response at the sight of the hunched creature with its head shoved in a slurpee cup. Thing was fucking huge. Was that a possum? Dude. Of course it had to be right in front of the door. Clenching, she glanced around for... what to do.
03-12-2021, 02:08 PM
He heard that!
Mostly. It was harder to hear over his own slurping than you might thing. Lip-smacking, heavy breaths, all right into a cup that reverberated it all around his cone-shaped skull. But did he care?
No, not really. He was used to people seeing him like this. And it was miles easier to handle attention from others as a possum than it ever was as a man.
In response he scooted back, pressing his tail against the bathroom door, unaware that was where she was trying to go. Usually people left him to his snacks--he'd just have to keep an ear out for anything about animal control.
Mostly. It was harder to hear over his own slurping than you might thing. Lip-smacking, heavy breaths, all right into a cup that reverberated it all around his cone-shaped skull. But did he care?
No, not really. He was used to people seeing him like this. And it was miles easier to handle attention from others as a possum than it ever was as a man.
In response he scooted back, pressing his tail against the bathroom door, unaware that was where she was trying to go. Usually people left him to his snacks--he'd just have to keep an ear out for anything about animal control.
03-25-2021, 02:42 PM
What. Even was that? A possum? But why was it so... large? Heather grimaced, clenched, and patted at the sagging backpack that was slung over her shoulder by one strap. Did she have anything that scared off possums? Oh shit, wouldn’t it play dead? She wasn’t touching this thing. Didn’t matter, all she had was her wallet, keys, pads and... purse dust.
”Uh.” She said, wishing she hadn’t left the dog treats she kept in case random neighborhood dogs came up to her in the mail truck. ”Hey!” She lifted her voice, and clapped once. Was it like a bear? Would it fuck off if she was loud and imposing enough?
”Uh.” She said, wishing she hadn’t left the dog treats she kept in case random neighborhood dogs came up to her in the mail truck. ”Hey!” She lifted her voice, and clapped once. Was it like a bear? Would it fuck off if she was loud and imposing enough?
03-26-2021, 12:57 PM
The noise was mildly startling. Enough to get him to put his paws down the ground. But his head was still in the cup. Rather... stuck around his head. Not alarmingly so, but enough that when he lifted his face towards the sound, all there was to be seen was cup.
He froze where he was, trying to suss out what little he could when his entire visual world was red-stained paper cup interior.
He froze where he was, trying to suss out what little he could when his entire visual world was red-stained paper cup interior.
03-29-2021, 01:51 PM
Look at this stupid thing. It was almost cute, in some way. She remembered her childhood dog getting a pringles can stuck around his head, running through the kitchen and smashing blindly into things. She might have laughed, but like she really had to fucking pee???
How could she lure this thing away?
She wasn't going to touch it. If only she coul-
Heather, you idiot.
Frowning, Heather glanced around her to make sure there was no one immediately in the vicinity. Some guy filling up his tank across the lot, but he was scrolling through his phone. She looked back to the cuphead. Alright. Squinting some, she focused on the cup itself, eyes going pumpkin as she reached the invisible hand of her magic out.
A small tug proved useless, so she pulled a second time. The cup wiggled, then popped off of the creature's head with enough force to spill some of the left over slush onto the concrete. Heather grimaced and braced for... something as she took a step back, the cup floating a few inches in front of the possum's face. Would it follow?
How could she lure this thing away?
She wasn't going to touch it. If only she coul-
Heather, you idiot.
Frowning, Heather glanced around her to make sure there was no one immediately in the vicinity. Some guy filling up his tank across the lot, but he was scrolling through his phone. She looked back to the cuphead. Alright. Squinting some, she focused on the cup itself, eyes going pumpkin as she reached the invisible hand of her magic out.
A small tug proved useless, so she pulled a second time. The cup wiggled, then popped off of the creature's head with enough force to spill some of the left over slush onto the concrete. Heather grimaced and braced for... something as she took a step back, the cup floating a few inches in front of the possum's face. Would it follow?
03-30-2021, 07:32 PM
She hadn't come any closer, that presence. So why was there... tugging?
Junior felt pretty surprised, if he was honest! Especially when suddenly his nose was filled with fresh air and he could see all too well. Blinking owlishly, he looked once to the girl who was not close enough to have put her hands on the cup. And the cup... floating?
But it was his, and for a brief moment he was too much an animal to do anything other than trundle after it, trying to grasp it out of the air to investigate how much had been left in there.
Junior felt pretty surprised, if he was honest! Especially when suddenly his nose was filled with fresh air and he could see all too well. Blinking owlishly, he looked once to the girl who was not close enough to have put her hands on the cup. And the cup... floating?
But it was his, and for a brief moment he was too much an animal to do anything other than trundle after it, trying to grasp it out of the air to investigate how much had been left in there.
04-04-2021, 07:13 PM
And remain interested, he did. He picked up the pace, too, trying to get it, a little bounce on his front end as he tried to reach up to grab it with both paws and mouth. His tail curled impatiently, feeling frustrated at how it was just outside of his grasp and seemingly floating on the wind and nothing more.
If nothing else, though, where his goal was briefly out of reach, her goal had become wide open.
If nothing else, though, where his goal was briefly out of reach, her goal had become wide open.
04-07-2021, 07:32 PM
Yes. Yes!
Heather grinned with gritted teeth as the gap opened. Yes! Fuck you, possum. Gathering all of her courage, Heather sprung forward to sprint through the space she'd made, forgetting the slushy for the moment as she focused on the door. As a result, the cup soared high into the air, and drifted after her as she reached the bathroom door. Hurried, she jammed the key in, and wrenched the door open. Why she was so panicked to get inside like there was a literal bear behind her, she didn't know.
All she knew was she eeked out a chesty noise as she shoved the door shut behind her. Heart hammering, she shuffled to the toilet, and unceremoniously pulled down her pants to, you know, pee.
A few moments of blissfulness distracted her from the fact that she'd accidentally brought the cup inside with her, and it was hovering in the corner of the bathroom like some curse specter, watching her pee.
Heather grinned with gritted teeth as the gap opened. Yes! Fuck you, possum. Gathering all of her courage, Heather sprung forward to sprint through the space she'd made, forgetting the slushy for the moment as she focused on the door. As a result, the cup soared high into the air, and drifted after her as she reached the bathroom door. Hurried, she jammed the key in, and wrenched the door open. Why she was so panicked to get inside like there was a literal bear behind her, she didn't know.
All she knew was she eeked out a chesty noise as she shoved the door shut behind her. Heart hammering, she shuffled to the toilet, and unceremoniously pulled down her pants to, you know, pee.
A few moments of blissfulness distracted her from the fact that she'd accidentally brought the cup inside with her, and it was hovering in the corner of the bathroom like some curse specter, watching her pee.
04-08-2021, 04:35 PM
Junior gave a silent :V as the cup moved abruptly away from his reach. His eyes--and head went up and back and he continued to gape as the cup vanished inside a closing door.
Shut out, the opossum waddled over to toward the door a little noise of disgruntlement reverberating the back of his throat. Sniffing the air as if his possession would come back, he didn't realize something until he stepped in it.
Right there near the door, he stopped again. Because his paws were in a puddle of the sticky red stuff on the pavement.
Jackpot.
So he took back up his vigil just outside the door, this time without his face in a cup, but pressing his tongue to sweet concrete.
Shut out, the opossum waddled over to toward the door a little noise of disgruntlement reverberating the back of his throat. Sniffing the air as if his possession would come back, he didn't realize something until he stepped in it.
Right there near the door, he stopped again. Because his paws were in a puddle of the sticky red stuff on the pavement.
Jackpot.
So he took back up his vigil just outside the door, this time without his face in a cup, but pressing his tongue to sweet concrete.
04-11-2021, 03:29 PM
Her nose itched. The threat of a nosebleed throbbed deeply in her nasal cavities like it was flashing a switchblade at her in a dark alleyway. A threat, but not a bloody commitment. What the fuck?
Heather sighed, wrapped up her business, and shuffled to wash her hands in the sink. That was when she saw it, floating in the reflection of the mirror. The cup suspended in air, just waiting to be noticed. It was a literal jumpscare. Yelping loudly, Heather dropped her subconscious hold on the cup and it succumbed to gravity with a hollow thunk. The rest of the slush splattered out on the unmopped tile, splashing onto a stay piece of toilet paper and soaking through it like bloodstain.
"Whaahhahahahhah." She gobbled to herself, turning around the stare at it. Holy shit. She'd been clenching so hard that she clenched her power. Fucking wild. Guh. Okay. Shaking her head, she finished washing her hands, and wiped them on her jeans as she moved toward the door. Where was that possum? Hopefully, it'd been stupid enough to fuck off when the slushy had disappeared.
Hopefully.
Her hope died when she cracked the door open, and it thunked into something round and meaty.
Heather sighed, wrapped up her business, and shuffled to wash her hands in the sink. That was when she saw it, floating in the reflection of the mirror. The cup suspended in air, just waiting to be noticed. It was a literal jumpscare. Yelping loudly, Heather dropped her subconscious hold on the cup and it succumbed to gravity with a hollow thunk. The rest of the slush splattered out on the unmopped tile, splashing onto a stay piece of toilet paper and soaking through it like bloodstain.
"Whaahhahahahhah." She gobbled to herself, turning around the stare at it. Holy shit. She'd been clenching so hard that she clenched her power. Fucking wild. Guh. Okay. Shaking her head, she finished washing her hands, and wiped them on her jeans as she moved toward the door. Where was that possum? Hopefully, it'd been stupid enough to fuck off when the slushy had disappeared.
Hopefully.
Her hope died when she cracked the door open, and it thunked into something round and meaty.
04-11-2021, 03:36 PM
The noises inside the bathroom were weird but not alarming. He was very focused on the sticky cement and getting every little bit of the taste that he could. His whiskers were stained pink to match his nose.
Then the door thumped into him and he staggered sideways, only to twist and put his grubby little hand on the door as if to hold it, trying to peer and see... the woman! Oh right. He sniffed sniffed at her noisily. Did she have the cup?
Then the door thumped into him and he staggered sideways, only to twist and put his grubby little hand on the door as if to hold it, trying to peer and see... the woman! Oh right. He sniffed sniffed at her noisily. Did she have the cup?
04-12-2021, 07:42 PM
"EW!" She yowled like a little bitch! Because as much as she knew possums were generally harmless and didn't carry diseases, and they were kind of cute in a weird rodent way... this one was giant and its hand was wrapping around the door like some bizarre Walking Dead meets Disney. It even had red sticky stuff on its FINGERS. Heather did what was only sensible to her when faced with some intruding animal, and swung out a foot from her giraffe-like leg toward the sniffing face. To punt it. Not like, a hard as she could, but soccer-ball kick level. Just. Go! Aaaah!
04-13-2021, 01:25 PM
And then suddenly for no reason at all, his little life flashed before his eyes!
Or really, those were stars from getting kicked in the face hard enough to throw him. He might have been a very strong opossum, but he was not terribly heavy, and he was absolutely like a soccer ball that cried when you kicked it.
Tumbling back to sprawl against the sticky pavement, he tried to make any sense of anything beyond the throb of his poor snoot, tail curled and paws up and out.
Or really, those were stars from getting kicked in the face hard enough to throw him. He might have been a very strong opossum, but he was not terribly heavy, and he was absolutely like a soccer ball that cried when you kicked it.
Tumbling back to sprawl against the sticky pavement, he tried to make any sense of anything beyond the throb of his poor snoot, tail curled and paws up and out.
04-19-2021, 06:43 AM
Okay, she was probably going to possum Hell for that. When she died, she would be carried away to the underworld by possum wraiths, to forever be feasted upon and grabbed with grubby paw hands. Whatever.
Her way was clear, and she wasn't gonna waste it. So she dove out of the door, and to the side, away from the downed animal. A moment of pity inspired her to bring the cup with her, though it barely had anything left in it anymore. Still. She tugged it along through the air, and tossed it toward the possum as she went. There, little dude.
If he didn't suddenly come after her, she would hustle away, leaving them both confused about the chaotic crossing of their paths.
Her way was clear, and she wasn't gonna waste it. So she dove out of the door, and to the side, away from the downed animal. A moment of pity inspired her to bring the cup with her, though it barely had anything left in it anymore. Still. She tugged it along through the air, and tossed it toward the possum as she went. There, little dude.
If he didn't suddenly come after her, she would hustle away, leaving them both confused about the chaotic crossing of their paths.
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