GET TOO CLOSE — p, stryker

[MARCELLUS]

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The Pitt has taken so much from him and the Typhoon. They've taken Golden, Rocky, and Junji. They've raided the Typhoon even and they're beginning to get on his last few nerves. Marcellus knew better than to confront them by himself so he wouldn't confront them, but instead he would gather some supplies lying around the Typhoon: trash, paint, anything really and put it to good use. He borrowed a small cart and made his way towards the border of the Pitt where he would drag the supplies with him, eyes furrowed into a glare as he allowed his paws to carry him towards the border of the Pitt. He walked far through the night as he crossed from his territory to the other, a journey and trek that left him thirsty and hungry no doubt, but one worth the distance that he had to go to pull this off. By the time he even got close to the border, his paws were aching and screaming out for him to stop walking, much like the time he first walked his way towards the Typhoon where his paws were crying in pure agony for him to stop walking as the trek from Tanglewood to the Typhoon wasn't a fun one either.

As he approached the border, all he could feel was the cool air of the night as the moon shone down on the land, illuminating all around him as it helped him to see through the overbearing darkness. Quickly he got to work and started by departing his jaws for any nearby scents of the Pitt, though it was hard to pick up individual scents through the stench of the group altogether. Deciding that the coast was clear, Marcellus moved his cart into a push where he rambled through his stuff before pulling out a heavy bucket of blue paint, the Toyger having trouble picking it up with his jaws. He had managed to bring it to the very edge of the cart, trying to pick it up enough for him to drop it over the edge before dropping it back in the cart instead, nearly tipping it over. He gave a low growl of frustration and instead moved on to the trash portion, a bunch of empty tin cans. One by one, Marcellus chucked them over the edge of the cart and onto their border, trying to dirty up their border as much as he could manage without getting caught.

[Stryker]

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For awhile, Stryker had been tuning out the sound of ruckus from a ways away, hoping it'd stop eventually. After all, it was probably another Pittian fool with a stick up their ass and a generic smug expression on their lips, hoping that their 'oh-so-edgy' plan went correctly. Pitiful as usual. As time went on though, the lion felt himself bubbling up inside. If he said he wasn't curious about the supposed splashes and annoying clanks that were happening on their border, then he'd be lying. With time on his hands (more like he didn't care about his own tasks), the lion dropped what he was doing and rerouted himself. This outta be interesting...

Upon approaching, he found himself to be chortling to himself. Now if this wasn't petty, Stryker didn't know what was, especially since this was his level of cockyness. Little inconviences were his thing. They built up over time. Though, with the Pitt in a tight spot with the Typhoon, he expected a rebellion... but not trash across his border. Oh well. He had to deal with what he got. At least this one wasn't trying to steal back Goldenluxury. Annoying pricks.

"Hey," he snapped loudly as he grew closer. "Pompous pirate!" Hoping the Typhoon pirate would pause in his step and look in his direction, the lion would point an outreached claw in his direction. "Yeah, you." Head craning to the side and slitted eyes narrowed, Stryker paced himself even closer to show off his massive size and threatening stature. Even so, he didn't necessarily care about that. He was here to have a good time and get the attention, along with the adrenaline-filled thrill, he craved.

A sly smile grew on his maw. "Something fishy is going on here..." Clicking his split tongue on the top of his mouth, signaling his discontent, he continued on. Despite his unwelcome manner towards the islander, Stryker hoped Marcellus caught his pun nevertheless. "What motivating you to do such a thing and who are you?"