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Post by palmon on Sept 10, 2011 20:00:02 GMT -5
"RISE AND SHINE WOORLD!"
The voice echoed through out the land that early morning, as early as it could get, the sun, was just barely blinking over the horizon. It was creating a rather breathtaking scene where both light and darkness seemed to blend together in a strange sense of both purple and orange. He supposed the best way to describe this feeling, this strange sensational background was to say, it was...a sunrise. Although, even though the creature that was singing/shouting at the whole world was wide awake, even the sun looked very tired, and like it was going to sag back behind the horizon. Not to mention there were a few groans from other cages, a long with SOME sort of Pirate talk, that was not really understandable. No matter, through a certain monsters beady green eyes, it was the perfect moment to wake up. It was NEVER to early to wake up in his mind, never! Besides, this was the perfect time of day, when no one was quite woken up yet, where Palmon could practice his music and dancing.
Palmon smiled and twirled around on his two root-like feet, then took a deep breath. Today...was yet another fabulous day in Camp Kidnapped. He giggled slightly at the joke, Camp Kidnapped was such a cute little nickname he came up for the place he was staying. As long as he was here, he might as well come up with nickname just about everything and everyone. For example, the Caretaker or what-ever he was, who worked here he called Darling, and the camp Cook was called Cookie. He found all those names very fitting , just as much as he found the grumpy Gabumon's nickname fitting. Palmon, had taken the liberty to noticing this fierce fellow Digimon, and named him Grumpy Cloud. After all he really was just a grumpy cloud, Palmon wasn't sure what he was gonna do with that sweetie-pie.
That wasn't important right now, what he needed was to get his day started! As much as he could in a cage, which by the way needed to be fixed ASAP...the Feng Shui was all off in this place. No matter, Palmon would have to ask about renovations some other time. His arms spread out wide, as though he was about to hug someone, and then, magic started, of course. Palmon began to dance, something he loved. It wasn't in one place though, nor was it in silence. You see, the green flower monster was all over the cage, dancing, moving his body gracefully, and he was humming, singing, and striking his claws against the bars in a strange but fun rhythm. He was singing about morning, and passion, and two star-struck human lovers who met up every morning. Then, he stopped and bowed/curtsied "Thank you, thank you, I must say you've all been a FABULOUS audience, my darlings! Each and every one of you have fabulous taste in music! I love you all!" He wasn't sure who was listening, but that didn't seem to matter, he was having fun!
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Post by azzale3 on Sept 16, 2011 0:38:16 GMT -5
"RISE AND SHINE WOORLD!"
BlackGabumon groaned at the loud voice. Couldn't that idiotic weed let him sleep! He found nothing more enjoyable in the A.I.R camp than sleeping. He wanted to go home. Unlike this overgrown dandelion he wanted to go home and be with his friends and family.
"Can't you at least wait until noon before you start causing a racket you ugly shrub! Some of us like to get a little sleep around here!" he growled at her angrily. Nevertheless he watched and listened, wide awake as Palmon sang and danced.
"Thank you, thank you, I must say you've all been a FABULOUS audience, my darlings! Each and every one of you have fabulous taste in music! I love you all!"
BlackGabumon shook his head, hiding a grin. As much as Palmon annoyed him, the digimon did help to ease his boredom. Not that he would ever admit it. He sighed. He was already awake so why not at least try to be civil to the digimon. He didn't really mind talking to other digimon, it was the humans he refused to converse with. "So turnip" he grumbled, not one to use names. "What was your life like before you ended up here?"
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Post by leormon on Sept 16, 2011 7:10:33 GMT -5
If there hadn't been a cage, Leormon would have gladly tackled the singing Palmon. He had witnessed the act before, but he was sure that the plant Digimon had been quieter the last few times. Or maybe he had been too sleepy to properly hear....
Regardless, if the shout hadn't woken him up, the song and dance routine would have, and he growled softly, claws scraping at the floor of his cage. "Shut up!" he snarled at the Palmon, ears flattening as one of the other caged Digimon started to strike up a conversation. "I was trying to sleep."
His main worry, other than they were interrupting his sleep, how dare they was that a human would come to check on them. The cages ensured that any prospective buyer saw them as weak, helpless, and he couldn't stand the thought of being so underestimated and judged. Thus, when there was a human circulating, he couldn't sit still - he growled, clawed at the bars, paced . There was no way to show his strength while locked up, but he did his best, raging at those who looked down on him. It was tiring, though, and he sometimes realized it was stupid and just succeeded in wearing him out... but he couldn't stop the ritual.
The two other Digimon puzzled him, Palmon more than BlackGabumon. Palmon was just so happy, constantly in a state of being he both couldn't understand and envied. BlackGabumon could be relatively civil - he didn't seem to mind the other Digimon, though some of them were truly pathetic creatures, caught due to their own weakness.
Not about to get up just yet, he watched the pair with slitted eyes, tail lashing. He hoped they would quiet down - he didn't want to hear any sort of conversation, let alone the topic of the past.
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Post by terri on Sept 16, 2011 17:17:23 GMT -5
Bars all around her kept the little digimon locked in against her will. A cage, it... was a cage, but when...? All around her too, there were cages and cages. Other digimon she could see were prisoners as well each within their own set of bars. What in the world was this place...?
Terriermon could feel the fear building in her chest, the anxiety would soon overwhelm her from being trapped in this foreign place. It was so very unfamiliar to her, how could she be in a different place from where she had gone to sleep last night? No no no no no she didn't do well in strange places!
Oh jeez, was she panicking? It felt like she was panicking. She probably was.
Her eyes darted toward the bars for a closer inspection. She had to escape as quickly as possible so she could get back to familiar territory! But that hope was shortlived. Terriermon saw no chance of escape, no large gap in the bars. All she could hear was... the singing of another digimon in a cage beside her?
The music began to calm the long eared digimon's nerves as she listened to it. She stood and poked her face against the bars and saw a Palmon, it seemed so happy, dancing and singing. Terriermon enjoyed the show all the way up until the finish. She smiled happily, but the other digimon had begun to grumble and growl like it had been horrific or something.
"I... I thought it was really really nice." she complimented nervously... quietly. |
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Post by palmon on Sept 16, 2011 22:34:59 GMT -5
Palmon beamed, and once more, curtsied in his cage, his invisible ears listening from all around him in hopes for some sort of applause, but sadly, not even the crickets seemed to enjoy the song. My goodness gracious, Camp Kidnapped was certainly a tough crowd, he was just going to have to do a lot better than that next time. A lot louder too so that even the humans in the camp could hear him loud and clear, and realize what a talented young Palmon he was. They would buy him, and soon he would be free to bring his talent to the human world, oh what fun it would be! Just thinking about joining the ranks of humans made him want to plan out his whole entire tour around Earth! The only set back was...he didn't know what places were even on that planet.
"So turnip,"
A rumble was heard, snapping Palmon out of his thoughts, and his green beady eyes turned to look and see who it was talking to him. At least he thought it was him, after all, Palmon was certain he was no such thing as a Turnip, but a beautiful flower. "Oh," Palmon literally beamed, it was his Grumpy Cloud, the BlackGabumon was actually going to talk to him now. How exciting! He wasn't expecting to actually start a conversation with that Digimon so early in the morning, in fact, he kind of expected it to want to kill him for waking him up.
"What was your life like before you ended up here?" Palmon stared blankly for a moment, his mind flashing back to the time before he was captured and placed in this camp site. He beamed once more and was about to answer the question when a rather rude snarl interrupted them.
"I was trying to sleep."
Palmon turned in his cage, in attempt to see the creature that had said that, he didn't quite understand the statement. Why on earth would they be trying to sleep so early in the morning? Early morning time was all about the singing and dances! Or at least...that was how he grew up anyway. "My my my, look who woke up on the wrong side of the cage," the plant Digimon spoke, in an obvious teasing manner. Not at all trying to be rude back to the voice who spoke, but instead wanted to just a tease back. He looked back in the direction that Mr. Grumpy Clouds voice came from, " If I tell you, you have to tell me about your fabulous life, okay?" when he spoke to the BlackGabumon, he wasn't really speaking , in fact, Palmon was singing quietly to the other Digimon. Then...another voice spoke, this time, female, and Palmon had to admit this pretty Digimon seemed a little nervous. However it didn't matter what she sounded like, it was what she said that made Palmon beam once more. She...someone was actually approving of his singing this early in the morning? WONDERFUL! "Ah! Why thank you my dear, it's been a fabulous honour singiiinggg for yoooou," the Palmon twirled around and posed " Any requests?" he had completely forgotten what BlackGabumon had asked him in the first place " Mr. BlackGabu? Leormon, Perhaps?"
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Post by azzale3 on Sept 17, 2011 17:44:11 GMT -5
BlackGabumon glanced at Leormon. The other digimon puzzled him. He always seemed in a foul mood. He needed to lighten up. Not quite so care-free as Palmon, but more so than he was now. But then BlackGabumon had no idea of Leormon's past. The digimon could have had a happy home like him, free of worries. Only to end up stuck in a cage in the human world. Best to just leave him alone.
" If I tell you, you have to tell me about your fabulous life, okay?"
BlackGabumon nodded unhesitating. He didn't mind talking about his life before he was captured. It was so much brighter than his current life. He was interested in the lives of the other digimon in the A.I.R camp too. Maybe he had known them from the digital world.
He was annoyed when the small digimon- what digimon was it anyways?- diverted Palmon's attention. He gave a snarl, seeing as the digimon already seem exceedingly skittish, this would probably shut it up. At least for a while.
" Any requests?" " Mr. BlackGabu? Leormon, Perhaps?"
He snorted angrily. Had this root-head forgotten what they were talking about already? He scrapped his claws against the floor of his cage, creating a high-pitched shriek that made anything with sharper hearing than a humans' ears bleed. He could tolerate it, being used to these types of loud noises. He hoped it would hurt the other digimons' ears. "Did you forget what we were talking about already, dandy-head?" he asked impatiently.
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Post by leormon on Sept 21, 2011 11:57:35 GMT -5
Oh, how that attitude infuriated him. Just what was there to be cheerful about, here? They were in cages and going to be sold to humans and nothing could get better. Palmon never made any sense! He growled at the gentle mockery, fur bristling and rippling with static electricity. Of course, there was no outlet for his usual abilities, and no way to simply silence any of the others by clawing them. He could threaten and bluster all he liked, but the others were completely untouchable.
"There's no right side to wake up on in the first place," he retorted. Another Digimon spoke up, an oddly coloured Terriermon, and he hissed in anger as the foolish thing complimented Palmon. Now he would never shut up - what had that weakling been thinking to actually praise him? It would just encourage him to keep going....
Secretly, he wouldn't have minded watching Palmon perform if they hadn't been stuck here. The plant Digimon was talented enough to make it entertaining and pleasant to listen to and watch, but... it drew attention and he was never in the mood to enjoy anything in here anyways. He wanted to get out, but chattering about escape plans would be stupid, and the others hardly seemed angry or desperate enough to be interested
They all looked weak, anyways. Perhaps BlackGabumon would be a decent opponent, but the rest -
His thoughts were interrupted by an unearthly loud screech, and he pinned his ears back, yowling in protest. It was high-pitched enough to hurt, and though he held himself back from simply hurling at the bars, he glared at BlackGabumon, wishing dearly that he wasn't so restrained.
"How dare you. That hurt!"
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Post by terri on Sept 22, 2011 22:05:52 GMT -5
Terriermon hid a nervous smile, staring down at her feet instead of letting the others see. She glanced back up and toward the Palmon once she had managed to get the smile to fade. Her little arms wrapped themselves around one of her floppy ears, hugging it close against her chest. "N-no, the honor was mine..." she could feel her cheeks getting warmer, she was blushing.
A loud and unexpected sound arose painfully from one of the other cages, it felt as though it was cutting deep into Terriermon's ears. Her nose scrunched up and she closed her eyes tight, hugging one ear against her even tighter. It was too loud, too hurting, the small digimon yelped in pain.
The dark-colored digimon seemed awfully angry, and he was bigger than she was. She... she didn't want to make him any more upset than he already was, and... well, he already seemed to be pretty mad that the Palmon singer's attention had been diverted because of her compliment... So, she shook her head furiously from side to side. No! It was okay, she wouldn't make any requests, oh no no.
...Not that she would have known what to 'request' in the first place...
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Post by palmon on Sept 25, 2011 8:54:36 GMT -5
He waited a little, smiling on the outside, but feeling very nervous on the inside. He was fairly certain that they liked his music, but at the same time...he wasn't entirely a fan of the other Digimon pretending that they didn't like him. Of course he found all of them fantastic in every way shape and form. Buut... he couldn't blame them he supposed, he did wake them up from their beauty sleep, though it wasn't all that early to begin with. The green flower Digimon was quite unaware of the other Digimon's real feelings about him in particular, especially Leormons. "Anyone?" he asked patiently, waiting for a new request hopefully. He certainly loved to sing, but he certainly loved hearing that people were interested in him in particular singing, it was a good ego stroking. "There's no right side to wake up on in the first place,"
Palmon shrugged, frowning at such rudeness this Leormon was showing. This was why he was a dog person. "Well then. I guess not all of us can be pleased. " was his only come back for a lack of a better response. At least it'd be the end pf the conversation if he just said something you really couldn't get angry about. Or at least, this was what Palmon was fairly certain of. Quickly the green flower Digimon changed his direction of interest towards the oddly colored Terriermon. How did a princess such as herself end up in such a terrible camp? Surely she had friends and family who cared about her to go to...but now...like the rest of them she was stuck in this slightly unfabulous place. Of course, Palmon himself couldn't care less where he was as long as he was far far away from home, but as for the others...he felt a little sorry for...even Leormon...a little.
A shrieking sound made the monster burst through his thoughts and cover his ears "AHH!" he cried unhappily. What was THAT all about? The flower Digimon turned his head all about to see who was making such a terrible noise, only to see Mr. Grumpy Cloud. What was that for? Palmon was sure that very uncalled for, for all of them.
"Did you forget what we were talking about already, dandy-head?"
"Oh did I?" Palmon giggled, a smile reappearing on his face "Perhaps I was just...lost in the moment..." he looked off into the distance, not really looking at anything, but trying to make the mood a little more dramatic. Palmon wasn't surprised when Leormon starting yowling at BlackGabumon for making such a terrible noise, and honestly the plant couldn't blame the lion-like monster, if Palmon was in a worse mood he probably would have snapped too. "Lets see..." he thought for a moment, "You all might want to hear this, because my life was so fantastic, I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't handle it all." he nodded seriously, and closed his dark green beady eyes, " I had "sisters", or at least a few female Tanemon I grew up with. WE WERE ALL AMAZING SINGERS AND DANCERS!" he twirled a little excitedly, trying to make his life sound as simple as possible for these other Digimon "We traveled the Digital World together. Then...we split up." it was put very bluntly and plainly as if he didn't care at all for this subject "Not that I cared, I had other plans anyway...and then, while I was just relaxing...I was captured. Not that I really mind... I love it here" he looked around the camp "The....end! Any questions?"
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Post by azzale3 on Sept 25, 2011 21:25:00 GMT -5
"How dare you. That hurt!"
BlackGabumon got an odd look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry your majesty" he growled mockingly, "I didn't mean to hurt your poor delicate ears. Could you ever find it in yourself to forgive me?" He glared at the digimon maliciously, all former traces of understanding or pity he had for the digimon gone. He glared daggers at the cat-like digimon. Having log since forgotten he felt pity for his fellow captive.
"The....end! Any questions?"
BlackGabumon glared at Palmon. What a boring story. He wished someone would hurry up and buy this ridiculous digimon so he wouldn't have to listen to his mindless blather any longer. He hated being here. He hated having to live in this shame. He hated having to endure the company of these foolish digimon. And he hated being alive. He contemplated whether or not it would be worth it to try and escape, or whether to give up completely. Decisions, decisions.
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Post by leormon on Sept 28, 2011 10:49:42 GMT -5
He couldn't care less about the charming tale of Palmon's life. Not only was talking about what had happened before they got here utterly stupid, but what angered him was how Palmon didn't mind the situation. Maybe not being able to dance everywhere was just a mild inconvenience for him?
If he could have, he would have stalked off in disgust. However, doing that now would just mean he'd smack into the bars and look even more undignified than usual and he didn't want to be the subject of any mockery.
Especially what BlackGabumon was inflicting on him. The air around him crackled as he gathered electricity again, snarling at the Virus-type for such insults. "You better hope that when I get out of here, I'll have better things to do than waste time slitting your throat!" he threatened, eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare mock me!"
Empty threats, of course. He had no way of getting out of here, and even if he escaped, he would probably get caught again. And if not that, then... a human would buy him and he would be stuck as a slave to fight for them.
He wouldn't have minded the fighting, not when he seethed all the time and needed something to take out all his rage and loathing on - but for someone else, at the behest of another with no choice in the matter.... Just another depth in the pit he had fallen to.
Suddenly fed up with himself, BlackGabumon and the rest of the Digimon, he hissed and abruptly turned around to curl up at the other end of the cage, trying to project an air of complete, regal indifference. |
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Post by terri on Oct 1, 2011 17:33:48 GMT -5
These digimon were so scary. So mean. So violent. They were all insane, minus Palmon, although Terriermon wasn't even so sure about that much. Palmon... wanted to be a prisoner? Why? Everything was beginning to make less and less sense to the little digimon, she couldn't bear it anymore. Palmon was so jovial about it all and the other two sounded as though they were ready to claw their ways out of their own cages.
Terriermon... she just wanted to curl up into a little ball and convince herself that none of this had ever happened. She was terrified, but kept hoping, maybe it was all a dream. By now, she probably should have been passed that, but she wasn't, not yet. A nightmare, more like.
Her body began to shake as she slowly backed away from the bars. Out in the wild, she had been frightened much of the time, but here it was different. Now that she was trapped in this place, she had no idea what to expect. It was hard to say... if she would even be able to survive much longer in captivity.
But maybe... just maybe, one of the more bestial digimon would break loose from their chains, from their prison. Terriermon couldn't help but pray they did, so that in their rage they might kill her and spare her from her own prison. It would be for the best, wouldn't it?
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