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Published: 2014-01-01 20:41:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 1965; Favourites: 9; Downloads: 3
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I'd really prefer if the toy is human.No profanity, no vore, and nothing fatal.
Use correct grammar, punctuation, and full sentences. No single word replies, please.
Keep your fetishes out of this.
If you wish to switch roles, I still expect you to provide a good opening comment, instead of just saying 'switch'
Choose either first or third person to write in, and stick to it. DON'T use second person.
No godmodding! (Taking over the roleplay) This includes no dictating what my character does.
Error made here
Oh, and yes, this was totally inspired by the book Indian in the Cupboard.
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"Do you want anything on it?" Joe asked with a smile.
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Hunter shook his head, nosing the pancake at first before biting into it, tail waving
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Joe grinned unexpectedly, watching him. That was... cute.
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Dusty chuckled, petting Hunter as he ate. "So, whatcha thinkin' 'bout doin' today, Joe?"
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"Well, it's a weekend, so no school," Joe said, thinking.
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I open the door wondering what's insideΒ
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I open the door and see for myself.
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Standing just inside the door, looking very confused and a bit scared, was the plastic figure you'd locked in there, but now quite clearly alive.
((Is your character male or female?))
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(Male.)
It's a cowboy riding on a horse.
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Upon seeing you, the cowboy backed his horse up, going for the furthest corner of the cupboard, his eyes wide and fastened on you.
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I look on with amazement as I see the little man in his white, wide-brimmed flat-crowned Stetson, white duster coat red bib shirt, corduroy trousers and spurred boots canter about on his horse - a magnificent white horse.
I say to him; "It's okay. I won't harm you."
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However, the cowboy clearly didn't believe you, and he still hid in the back of the cupboard, glaring up at you from under the brim of his hat.
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(The cowboy's name is Jud.)
JUD: Whoev'r y'are, Ah ain't sure as Hell hallucinatin'.
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((Um... I'mΒ playing the cowboy.))
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(Very well, but I gave him the name Jud.)
"Howdy, stranger."
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((Okay. He can be named Jud. However, please don't try to control my character any more.))
The cowboy still continued to glare up at you, but he returned the greeting. "Howdy..."
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"Where do you roam, stranger?"
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He frowned. "It ain't enough that Ah'm stuck with a giant, but ya gotta talk weird, to?" he protested.
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I had seen westerns and tried to 'talk the talk', but that didn't work. I said in a normal voice; "Oh no, sorry. I never meant to surprise you or your horse like that. What's your name?"
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The cowboy hesitated for a moment. "Jud," he said at last.
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"Nice name," I said. Good cowboy name, I thought. "Were you in the middle of something, just now?" I asked.
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"Why do ya care?" Jud demanded to know.
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"Maybe you were in the middle of a catlle drive," I said.
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"Agin, why do ya care?"
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I tried to think of a good answer for the cowboy, but I wasn't quite sure.
"I'm sorry, I don't know," I answered at last. The cowboy's question was a difficult one.
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"I wasn't, though," Jud said at last
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"It's nice to meet you, Jud," I said, "I'm Mike."
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Jud nodded. "How did Ah get here?" was his next question.
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"You may not believe it when I tell you," I explained, "but it was probably through magic."
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Jud looked around. "That would explain it," he said at last.
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"Which part of the United States do you come from, Jud?" I asked.
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"The west," he replied curtly.
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"Which state?" I ventured, wanting to know which one. Did he come from Texas, Arizona, Oklahoma or Kansas?
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He shrugged. "The west."
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"Nevada or Montana," I guessed, "Anyway, it's great meeting you, Jud. I'm Mike."
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Jud continued to scowl at you. "Whatever."
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(Sounds like he doesn't take kindly to me. 
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((No, he kinda doesn't.))
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(... If he doesn't want to be friends with me, I've a good mind to put him back in the cupboard.)
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I take a deep breath, and then I open the door.
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((Before I reply, what kind of toy did you lock inside, and is your character male or female?))
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O my gosh I loved that movie and book!
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(I'll try it out eue)
The mini person raised her eyebrows, watching as the cupboard began to rattle. How did she get herself in here, anyways? She had heard one of those "huge things" stomping towards her, and now she was here. She scrambled up the cupboard, before lightly opening the door a pinch.Β
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(Now going to do the one with you as the toy, just waited so we wouldn't get them confused)
I frowned, confused to hear sounds coming from my cupboard. I'd just put the toy in there for safe keeping...slowly, I started to open the door once I'd unlocked it, wondering what was making the noises
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((Okay.))
Will looked over towards the source of light, and he smiled with relief. At least, until he saw your giant face looking in at him. With a yelp, he scrambled backwards.
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I blinked, confused. "What the...?" I reached forward toward him, slowly, unsure if I should be doing this
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"Nononononono!" Will cried out, backing away even further until the back wall of the cupboard stopped him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pocket knife and snapped it open, pointing it at you. "S-stay b-b-back!" The blade was no longer than his own thumb, but he hoped it would help at least a little bit.
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(Oh crap~! I've been using myself and not my scardey-cat OC whose avatar I have yet to make~! The OC I WANTED and will use from now on for this one is named Gavin)
Gavin jolted and yelped before quickly backing off. He had bad memories with knives, since he'd nearly been gutted and murdered as a child, making him the scardey cat he is today. "D-don't hurt me! I-I don't wanna die..." He whimpered, seeming to not realize that his 'toy' would never be able to kill him with a knife like that, but past horrors made him think otherwise as he reached to close the door in case his 'toy' attacked
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