Spuddle Dee
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Post by Spuddle Dee on Apr 7, 2016 18:56:52 GMT
This is an average roleplay. Imagine if Zootopia was a real place, and you were a mammal living here. Well, create your character and get started.
Me? I'm a raccoon named Spuds Coon. Make sure you name your character and enjoy this thread, okay?
First person to reply can start the story. Have fun and enjoy.
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Post by Draco333 on Apr 9, 2016 7:17:14 GMT
Alan Jackson, Jackal. 21 years old, lives in Savannah Central, born on January 10th, 1995. He works at a bakery part time, but mostly focuses on university, trying to get a degree in science and English.
Yep. Now, starting... Okay. We're allowed to make up stuff, right?
Alan could hear his stomach rumbling. I knew I should've snagged an eclair, he thought to himself. He much preferred it when he was a customer, and everything went so easy. The elephants in front and behind were clearly just as hungry as him. He knew a Jumbo-Pop would fulfill his hunger, though he barely came to Jumbeaux's Cafe.
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Post by Zootopia on Apr 11, 2016 11:27:44 GMT
Joy Hopps, Bunny. The Younger sister of Judy Hopps by 2 months, has the same dream as her, lives in the apartment next to her. She just finished training and is just administered into ZPD. Works along Judy and Nick.
Joy could not be more bored than this. She was assigned parking duty while her sister and best friend get to work on a case. Groaning, she hit her head multiple times. Suddenly, her watch ringed. Lunch time! Now, this was one of her least favourite periods of the day. It was soooooo boring. Joy just sighed and went to Jembeaux's Cafe for a treat.
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Post by LawOfTheSeas on Apr 12, 2016 2:01:48 GMT
Julian Trout had little interest in the police. An otter of around 35 (though no-one could really tell), he usually tried to stay out of their way, despite being largely unable to do so. As a private investigator, you tend to have very similar lines of work, and thus, conflict is a necessary but unwanted evil.
This hardly made better the fact that he was up against a wall with three larger mammals pinning him there, one putting handcuffs on him, another giving him a short snout muzzle, with a third calling into his base.
"This is Officer Fangmeyer, we have the suspect in custody awaiting transport."
Police Officers... So uncivilised. One moment they're all 'protect and serve' nonsense, and the next, they are pinning innocent mammals against a wall.
It's not like there was even any reason for Julian to be up against a wall. There he was, innocently investigating a 'case'. Heh. Case. Saying that seemed to give it dignity. What he was actually doing was finding some little mouse's lost toy, and they are harder to find than a giraffe with a fear of heights. It must be noted at this point that Trout happened to have a giraffe as a partner; you guessed it, his one crippling weakness is a fear of heights. So finding a mouse toy should be easy business. One would think.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
"But what if I don't want to remain silent?"
The rhino mishandling his handcuffs looked to his two partners in confusion. Julian rolled his eyes. Who knew that a simple search-and-rescue on a stuffed mouse doll could turn into such a difficult situation? Although, it was probably made a tad worse by the scratching... Yeah, Julian probably shouldn't have done that part.
"Regardless of what you say, leather-butt, I am guilty of nothing more than trying to find one kid's lost toy. Now can you please let me go? I have a big issue with authority figures misusing their authority."
Julian's voice rang out with deadpan seriousness - a usual tone for the short Private Investigator. As the muzzle was attached, the bear began to pat down his trench-coat. He snagged one of the sides.
"Could you please be careful with that? It's my favourite one."
Ignoring this, the officers reconvened. They spoke in a low drawl, but he could make out some of what they were saying.
"Chief didn't seem too worried about how long it took. Maybe we could detour by Jumbeaux's Cafe and get a bite to eat?"
Perfect. A cop meal-break... Not that he was mad keen on being sent to the jailhouse, but procrastination at this point was too stereotypical.
"Right. We'll do that then. Put him in the back."
Lifted up with one giant paw, Julian was placed in the back of the car. It didn't seem like all that long before they arrived. Through a hole in the door, the rhino peered in.
"Want anything otter?"
"Well, at the moment, freedom, fresh air and a lot of money are topping the list."
Sighing, the rhino closed the hole, before opening the door. He dragged Julian out and put him on the side-walk. The timber wolf was left on guard... Julian had no particular affinity for Timber Wolves, but at least it wasn't the rhino. It appears that they'd be waiting there for a while...
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Post by VulTheArcticFox on Apr 12, 2016 2:54:50 GMT
(Sorry if I am late. I recently joined this wonderful forum. owo) My name is Vul, the Arctic fox. I am 20 years old and living in TundraTown. Born on July 24th, 1996. She is looking for work at the moment, she is quite friendly, yet she is VERY shy when meeting new animals.
Vul woke up in her apartment, it was 8:09. "OH MY GOD I'M LATE!" She scrambled out of bed, grabbed a piece of fruit, and ran out into the snow whiteness of Tundratown. "I'm late I'm late I'm LATE!" she ran to a taxi, "Take me to Savanna Central. QUICKLY." She handed him the money. *Taxi engine sounds* "Ugh... I'm late for my job interview... Well, I hope it's not too late to get that job!"
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draco333
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Post by draco333 on Apr 12, 2016 10:46:34 GMT
Alan leaned back in his chair, picking for food in his fangs. Usually, when he was in a restaurant, he tended to observe the customers. Naturally, most of the line were grey and fat. And a line of police officers. They did know there were no donuts at Jumbeaux's Cafe, right? Wolves, Tigers, Rhinoes, and a rabbit. I'd heard about the famous rabbit who'd saved Zootopia. Hard to believe this depressed bunny was it. Probably someone different. Alan felt like leaping up and crying "ah, I'm shot!" and collapsing on the floor. a Which, without giving it a second thought, he did.
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Post by LawOfTheSeas on Apr 12, 2016 12:41:51 GMT
It was at this moment that a calm and collected Julian Trout discovered, on the floor, a most curious thing. Small, perhaps no bigger than a pinhead, and made of some form of synthetic fur. His eyes widened... How did that mouse's toy manage to get over here? It wasn't a big job, and it didn't pay well, but he was eager to finish it, else his reputation could be in tatters.
Suddenly, he heard shouting from inside. Some idiot jackal pretended to be shot. Trout had seen a person being shot, and it did not sound like the "ah, I'm shot" which came from within the largely elephantine café. But apparently, the wolf who was guarding him didn't know that. Peering inside with a look of horror, he never expected a slap around the head by an otter tail. With little time to spare, Trout sprang into action, grabbing the toy in his lower paws, moving it up to his cuffed upper paws, and running away as fast as one might with two paws behind your back. Then, he heard the all too familiar shouts.
"Hey! Otter! Come back!"
Evidently the police had noticed him, which gave him even less time than he had thought. He had to get to Little Rodentia, and fast.
He looked around, eyes darting to see what was around him - a bakery, a carpenter, a florist... Wait, the carpenter would have tools, right?
"Time for a short detour."
Darting under some tables to get away from view, he shot into the carpenter's shop. Getting a powered saw, he leant against his chains, sparks flying everywhere. By now, the carpenter heard the commotion.
"Hey! What are you doing, otter? Shouldn't you be..."
Before he could finish what was evidently a prejudicial comment, the chain was broken and the saw broke with it. The carpenter stared, agape as the very door to the shop, which Julian could see the three officers through.
"Nice knowing you, love your shop, thanks a lot for the saw."
Quickly picking up a hat beside him, he raised it in a semi-courteous manner, before darting out of the carpenter's shop through the back entrance, the officers still scrambling through the mess of chairs and tables. Julian looked at a street sign.
"Hoof street. That means that Little Rodentia is..." he licked a digit and put it in the air, before scurrying down the road, heading towards, where he hoped, Little Rodentia stood.
The sound of sirens alerted him to his situation. He wasn't aiming to fully escape. Just to keep the police off his tail long enough to get this toy back to the little girl in the even smaller town. How insignificant a thing to potentially double his jail time with...
As a police car came screaming around the corner, Julian jumped, just soon enough that he managed to jump over the car, and pulling a face for those inside.
He returned to the side-walk, and continued running. There it was - he could see the gates just in front of him. He sprinted off in that direction, not knowing exactly where the mouse would be waiting, nor how long it would take to find them. He darted in through the entrance, hoping to meet the ice where he found them just an hour or two before. Seriously, this was what his day was spent with? Getting arrested for the sake of a mouse doll? He decided not to think about it too much... He could kick himself later in the courthouse. He still didn't know why he was to be arrested, and what crime, or variant thereupon, had made his potential captors so angry. The ZPD was supposedly above its days of stereotyping and profiling, but perhaps he was the one exception. The Otter Exception, he could call it. Julian liked that name.
"Oh, Mr. Trout?"
He stopped in his tracks, and turned towards the mouse who had been calling out to him.
"Well there you are. I believe I have something for you."
He held out his paw. Right there was the doll, completely unharmed from the events leading up to this joyous reunion. The mouse leant over his paw to take the doll, and for the first time since their reunion, Julian could see the mother. While a disapproving look played over her face, probably stemming from the remnants of the handcuffs on his arms, she seemed thankful nonetheless.
"I hope it wasn't too much trouble. What do I owe you?"
Over the town's walls, Julian could see the wolf standing, paws on hips and a deadpan look on his face.
"For you, m'lady, no charge."
Once again, he tipped his hat courteously, and straightened up his jacket, before strolling in no hurry out to the waiting officers.
"Well, now that's sorted, I believe you were doing something?"
A new pair of handcuffs later, a gruff set of paws lifted him off the ground and into a waiting car.
"Oh yes. The arrest. Take me to your leader and all that," he said, before shouting out to the town, "Ciao, Little Rodentia!"
The door shut in his face, he began to realise the consequences of his actions... Likely even more jail time. Great. But, the little girl's face was payment enough.
And so began the arduously slow drive towards the station.
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Spuddle Dee
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I like turtles.
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Post by Spuddle Dee on Apr 12, 2016 16:37:05 GMT
As above, I already chose Spuds D. Coon. Raccoon of course, age 16, jobless (for now).
"I think I'll go to Jembeaux's cafe for a sweet treat. What could go wrong?"
Everything went wrong.
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Spuddle Dee
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I like turtles.
Posts: 10
Wiki Name (if applicable): Spuderp
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Post by Spuddle Dee on Apr 15, 2016 16:24:06 GMT
(My side notes are in parentheses. Side Note: Anyone can join at any time. Just a note.)
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Spuddle Dee
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I like turtles.
Posts: 10
Wiki Name (if applicable): Spuderp
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Post by Spuddle Dee on Apr 18, 2016 18:41:44 GMT
Noticing Trout in a car with an officer.
Spuds: I wonder what his problem was.
This was frightening. Earlier that month, a wolf, a lion, and a weasel were arrested, and now an otter. And unfortunately, like raccoons, they were all predators.
Spuds: Maybe I'll just go back home instead.
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