Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2015 21:53:03 GMT
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BOMBS AWAY
[attr="class","next"] Flamingos were blasted creatures, Hook thought as he picked one up by the legs. He wasn’t supposed to be here and he knew it — if the royal majesties found out that he was playing in their little garden, he would probably get a scolding. But my did he love it when they got angry. They were such royal pains in the ass. It gave a squawking noise, but he quickly clamped his hand over its mouth. He flexed his other hand, trying to get it to feel right. Ever since he had gotten her it ached at times — to the point where he couldn’t even use it to write. So he had learned to repurpose his right in order to save him the hassle.
Leaning forward, he looked at the black ball that was in front of him, trying to line it up to go into the little game to which it belonged. His eyes were drawn upwards though, as he noticed a bird perching in the tree a few feet North of him. Hook found himself grinning maliciously at the idea. He knew what he really wanted to do and croquet wasn’t necessarily going to fulfilll those desires that he had. He changed the angle of the flamingo adjusting it so it would launch toward the tree and hopefully knock out that damn bird that had started singing those singsongy tunes that seemed to follow him all over Wonderland.
“I’ll show you, won’t I, pet?” He straightened his stance, flexing his band hand as he prepared to fire. At that precise moment, the wind picked up and his ball went slightly east. Unfortunate, he thought, but he really could care less.
As he launched the ball into the wooded area around the court, he heard a rustling in the woods beyond his vantage point. Grinning, he realized the ball was headed straight towards them. Instead of yelling out immediately, he let the ball disappear and then spoke up, “Four, love! Watch your...head.” He called alerting (rather late) the approaching person that there was a croquet ball headed in their direction. He leaned the flamingo golf club forward and leaned on it, waiting to see who it was that emerged to play with him. Hook was in the mood for a good game.
Leaning forward, he looked at the black ball that was in front of him, trying to line it up to go into the little game to which it belonged. His eyes were drawn upwards though, as he noticed a bird perching in the tree a few feet North of him. Hook found himself grinning maliciously at the idea. He knew what he really wanted to do and croquet wasn’t necessarily going to fulfilll those desires that he had. He changed the angle of the flamingo adjusting it so it would launch toward the tree and hopefully knock out that damn bird that had started singing those singsongy tunes that seemed to follow him all over Wonderland.
“I’ll show you, won’t I, pet?” He straightened his stance, flexing his band hand as he prepared to fire. At that precise moment, the wind picked up and his ball went slightly east. Unfortunate, he thought, but he really could care less.
As he launched the ball into the wooded area around the court, he heard a rustling in the woods beyond his vantage point. Grinning, he realized the ball was headed straight towards them. Instead of yelling out immediately, he let the ball disappear and then spoke up, “Four, love! Watch your...head.” He called alerting (rather late) the approaching person that there was a croquet ball headed in their direction. He leaned the flamingo golf club forward and leaned on it, waiting to see who it was that emerged to play with him. Hook was in the mood for a good game.
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