one jump ahead of the lawmen
Who: Aladdin & Open
What: Aladdin gets up to mischief
When/Where: Gumdrop Meadows... the FIVE YEARS GONE edition. Except more like... one year. They've all been living there that long, yep. Things are darker in... Disney terms, which means no one is a stripper. Probably. They're all just fat. From too much candy. J/k Aladdin still looks beautiful. Flynn and Aladdin tried to steal from the Beast. Oops.
[Look, a street rat's gotta do with a street rat's gotta do and sometimes that means leaving someone else as the fall guy. Sorry, Flynn. You shouldn't have said 'yes' when he asked 'do you trust me?'
Anyways, the Ginger Police are after him! chasing him through town, shouting things like "Faith and Begorrah, we'll get you yet!" and other really stereotypical Irish shit, waving their little candy canes, and drunkenly ... running into candy poles, while Aladdin clambers up the side of a building, using gumdrops as handholds. He looks down below and sees them lugging out something that looks a lot like a bazooka, stuffing Gobstoppers in the end like cannonballs.]
... This really seems like overkill, guys. [He clambers up onto the building top and looks around wildly, before breaking off the only thing he can see right now: a giant licorice stick drain pipe attached to the side of the building. He hoists it in his hands, looking across to the next rooftop. He takes a deep breath and then runs, using it as pole vault thing but
it's a fucking licorice stick so it bends in the middle as he does that and deposits him down straight into the empty space between the two buildings. ]
Whoa whoa whoa! [He manages to aim himself at a puffy marshmallow canopy, which crumples under his weight onto the stand it was covering. People shout in confusion and he tries to wriggle free. Man that stuff is sticky.] Uh, sorry!
[open to action replies of any kind, feel free to throw in NPCs and stuff!]
What: Aladdin gets up to mischief
When/Where: Gumdrop Meadows... the FIVE YEARS GONE edition. Except more like... one year. They've all been living there that long, yep. Things are darker in... Disney terms, which means no one is a stripper. Probably. They're all just fat. From too much candy. J/k Aladdin still looks beautiful. Flynn and Aladdin tried to steal from the Beast. Oops.
[Look, a street rat's gotta do with a street rat's gotta do and sometimes that means leaving someone else as the fall guy. Sorry, Flynn. You shouldn't have said 'yes' when he asked 'do you trust me?'
Anyways, the Ginger Police are after him! chasing him through town, shouting things like "Faith and Begorrah, we'll get you yet!" and other really stereotypical Irish shit, waving their little candy canes, and drunkenly ... running into candy poles, while Aladdin clambers up the side of a building, using gumdrops as handholds. He looks down below and sees them lugging out something that looks a lot like a bazooka, stuffing Gobstoppers in the end like cannonballs.]
... This really seems like overkill, guys. [He clambers up onto the building top and looks around wildly, before breaking off the only thing he can see right now: a giant licorice stick drain pipe attached to the side of the building. He hoists it in his hands, looking across to the next rooftop. He takes a deep breath and then runs, using it as pole vault thing but
it's a fucking licorice stick so it bends in the middle as he does that and deposits him down straight into the empty space between the two buildings. ]
Whoa whoa whoa! [He manages to aim himself at a puffy marshmallow canopy, which crumples under his weight onto the stand it was covering. People shout in confusion and he tries to wriggle free. Man that stuff is sticky.] Uh, sorry!
[open to action replies of any kind, feel free to throw in NPCs and stuff!]