Blast from the Past (Flashback Mission)

[hollywood]

"Strut strut down the street, ain't nobody got a body like me~" Indeed strut he did, through the jungle island of Torino without a care in the world. His freakisly long legs taking giant strides as he scanned the area for the target bounty. He'd been tracking this guy and his damn weasel for what seems like years on this godforsaken island. The heat was turning his hair into a mess and his suit was getting soaked. It was almost unbearable here. Almost as unbearable as being partnered up with Mr. Stoic here. He never once laughed at one of Hollywood's jokes. Not even the best ones. The only sound was Hollywood's own voice, and while he loved to hear himself talk, the heat was starting to make his throat dry up like crazy. "Are we SURE that Skeets and his weasel buddy snuck way out here? Because if we don't find him I might just have to tear this heat trap apart."

He didn't expect much of an answer from Arthur, the guy rarely talked to Hollywood it seemed. Maybe he didn't like him! The very thought brought tears to Hollywood's eyes that such a fine piece of man would look on him with disdain. Collapsing against a tree he wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve and took a deep breath as a tear slipped it's way down his cheek. Well at least he still had that sleek Omega to fawn over. That was the good thing about this group. Always another piece of eye candy standing around. Speaking of eye candy, Hollywood was falling behind. Getting back to his feet he moon walked his way back up to Arthur. He had to get a bit serious here and keep his eyes open. That weasel was a sneaky one.

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[hollywood]

Voice like silk dipped in honey and served with a silver spoon directly into the mouth of your ear. Swoon was the only natural reaction for Hollywood, as the voice, even as insulting as the words were, invaded his ear canal. With a hand flying to his forehead, Hollywood gave a sigh, fanning himself with his free hand. That actually didn't make it any cooler, just hot air moving towards his face, but it was more for dramatic effect. "Wish you would talk more, such a pretty voice being kept under lock and key. But such horrible words. You hurt me. You hurt me right here Arty." Hand slapping on his heart, Hollywood faked a pained expression, the drama queen that he was, a little tear even welled up in his eye.

"Just so you know I'm not whining... I'm complaining. There's a big difference that I won't get into right now. Besides, you're just mad 'cause my hair is so rad. That's it isn't it? It has to be. Hair jealousy. You mad Arty." Strutting on ahead of Arthur a bit, he turned to face the sour puss. "Look at my body, it's so sexy. Boogie boogie, don't be testy." Maybe that cheerful verse would end up cheering up captain buzz kill. Hollywood really did need to get serious about this hunt now though. It wouldn't do well to be too distracted with a dangerous man like Skeets around. The Weasel could be left up to Arty, Hollywood didn't like the thing.

Taking hold of his lapels, Hollywood pulled them out straight before turning on his heel and strutting off to search for the bounty. Serious mode activated. This bounty was going to be all theirs, or his name wasn't Hollywood K. Jackson! Which it wasn't originally, but that's beside the point! Because his current name is Hollywood K. Jackson!

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[SOLO A. ROSE]

NPC

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Jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and dressed in a black business suit. This wasn't the normal attire for people like him. In fact he appeared to be in his early to mid twenties. Though you would never guess his dangerous nature. Skeets was a very deadly pirate, and the fact that he only traveled with a single companion was proof of that. Tied to his belt was a sabre that was his weapon of choice. It was smooth, and sleek. The ability to pierce the opponents weakest spots with relative ease. Those fool marines were always trying to capture him, but they weren't strong enough to defeat him, or his companion at the same time. They had been walking through this jungle island to avoid the marines for some time now, and he knew that as long as they couldn't find him he would safe.

Weezer the talking weasel was strutting beside his friend, and companion, and was also sipping on a drink to keep his throat wet. This jungle was thick, and the humidity was killing him because he was covered with deep red fur. His beady black eyes however were able to see very clearly through wisps of mist that clung to the leaves of some of the plants. It was a usual day for the two of them. On the run, and nowhere to go. Well right now they weren't running, but walking at a leisurely pace. Skeets, and Weezer found a small clearing, and decided to just lay down, and rest for a bit. The nice soft ground felt nice against his skin.

"Weezer wake me up if anyone comes at us." he said with a yawn to his friend as he started to doze off, and Weezer took the first watch. Holding his Scimitar across his lap as he waited listening to their surroundings. No one would sneak up on them.

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