jenny darling // o - task + blindfolded race

[radeken]

Okay. She wasn’t done yet.

Radeken blew a sigh past her pursed lips, pulling the drawstring on the final goodie bag tight. The race track was relatively straightforward besides the fact that she had intentionally created it to be wide and littered with trees. All they had to do was run forward a hundred meters blind-folded and try not to hit a tree.

She eased the prize bags around her neck, paranoid that they might get stolen, and loped to the starting line. The course itself was indicated by ropes and sashes slung over greenery intended to keep participants from veering off course, though Radeken had made sure to put several gaps in that cloth barrier because the thought of someone getting lost while blindfolded was mad hilarious to her.

“[color=#40bf40]Hey folks! Anyone up for a little competition?” She nudged at a blindfold on the ground. A couple towels had been sacrificed to make the impairing strips. “[color=#40bf40]Hundred meters blindfolded, that’s all it takes, and you can get some very nice mystery prizes out of it if you come out in the top three.” She called, flaunting the bags around her neck.

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Blindfolded races: equal parts dangerous and fucking hilarious. The alabaster femme wore a lopsided grin as she made her way over toward Radeken. This would be good.

"I've got front row tickets to this," Suiteheart explained, settling herself down. She would get up throughout the duration of the race to follow what was happening, but for now, she would wait and see what played out. This would be absolutely great. [color=#73B1B7][b]"Hey, kickass set up, by the way."

[BASTILLEPAW]

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS  ✧
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"You're a fucking lunatic," Bastille commented dryly as he materialized beside Suite, giving Rad one of his typical judging looks. (Rad seemed to get a lot of those.) He eyed the course for a few moments before snorting, offering a slight smirk of amusement. Sour as his mood seem to have gotten in the past couple of days, even in the worst of moods he could admit that this was pretty fucking hilarious, from the sidelines. "You really think anyone is going to give in? Maybe Imm, but everyone else might just be too sane." Or dull.

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Hey!" snapped in a playful tone as Bastillepaw spoke. "Give 'er a break; this whole thing was my idea. Besides, you saying that shit just sounds like you're too scared to get your ass beat in this race, Basty-Boy." She let out a chuckle as she spoke, trying to gently prod her son-like friend. "C'mon! I challenge you to the race."

She then stood up, now decided she would be the first in line for the blindfolded race. And she was going to kick Bastillepaw's ass - if he wasn't too chicken, that was.

[ghostpact]

Gods, this sounded like it was going to be horrible and Immortal loved it. Not for him, though. He was great at direction. "I'm in. You're both gonna fuckin' lose," he said as he came over. He glanced at Radeken and then the set up she had down the way, flipping his hat off his head. "Yeah, cool set up." He grabbed a piece of cloth intended to be their blindfold, and looked expectedly at Rad. He very couldn't tie it around himself.

✘♛

[radeken]

She perked up noticeably with the praise. Goodness, Radeken liked praise. She leaned forward into a silly imitation of a bow, bags around her neck jangling. "[color=#40bf40]Kickass task!" The wolf returned with a sunshine grin that dimmed greatly when Bastille opened his mouth. Radeken gave the cat a withering look. "[color=#40bf40]Sane and buzzkill aren't the same thing, loser." She stuck her tongue out to really drive the point into the ground before barking out a laugh when her task-giver challenged Bastillepaw to a race. "[color=#40bf40]Aw, that's mean, you know he's too scared." She teased, regaining her hyped composure. Radeken really wanted to see these guys run into trees.

She whirled to face Immortal, thrilled beyond words that there was another person who saw the fun in it. "[color=#40bf40]Great. Spectacular! Oh, I should probably- yeah, here," she went to assist with the blindfold before looking at the others. "[color=#40bf40]You need help with yours?" If Bast was in, anyway.