Serial killer vibes. Mature 'cartoon' verses. MySpace Vet. Est. 2006. Who Framed Roger Rabbit verse. Crossovers highly encouraged!~ I actually want to WRITE, believe it or not!!!
Male
31 years old
TOON TOWN,
New York
United States
Street racin', shooting pool, EXPLOSIVES, my razors, carrots, heists aaaand robberies, sculpting wiiiith clay, kidnapping, video games, rifles aaaand shotguns, sticks of DYNAMITE, PRANK CALLIN' random numba's, hunt down annoyin' toons so thaaat way I could torture aaaand maim 'em! KIDNAPPING then playing games with our NUISANCE companions we up aaand take off with!!! Roadkill photography, acid, grave robbing, nasty NAASSSTYYY THEEENGS with wild ladies, cooking, gambling, cigars.. coffee... guns, emrboidery, throwin' knives, painting, arrows, all kinds! AAAAND BEFORE I FORGET?!? MY VIDEO GAMES!!! HEHEHEH HEHE HEEE!!!!
Music
JLO, Evanescence, Shakira, Taylor Momsen, Snoop Dogg, Los Cuates De Sinaloa, Dr Dre, Sean Paul, Rihanna, BlackStreet, Daft Punk, Tito & Tarantula, los Tigres Del Norte, Disturbed, Jonaty Garcia, Foster the People, Daddy Yankee, Avenged Sevenfold, Buknas De Culiacan, Dog Fashion Disco, Los Tucanes de Tijuana, the Black Veil Brides, Marilyn Manson, the 69 Eyes, SEPTIMO PECADO, aaaand Chalino Sanchez!!!!
Movies
SCARFACE, the Godfather, 101 Dalmations, Casino, the Great Mouse Detective, Gotti, the Brave Little Toaster, Fern Gully, Good Fellas, the Rescuers, Black Cauldron, My Blue Heaven, the Sword in the Stone, the Irishman, the Jungle Book, Pinnochio, Gangs of New York, Oliver and Company, the Lady and the Tramp, DONNIE BRASCO, Lion King, All Dogs Go to Heaven, the Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle, RESEVOIR DOGS, Machete, DESPERADO, BOTH Space Jam movies, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, the Aristocats, PULP FICTION, Bartok the Magnificent, SAVAGES, Robin Hood, HARLEM NIGHTS, Ratatoille, American Yakuza, Hoffa, Stuart Little, CAPONE, Peter Pan, HOODLUM, the Princess and the Frog, aaaand?? Aladdin!!!
Television
Better Call Saul, Darkwing Duck, American Horror Story, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Breaking Bad, the Looney Tunes, the Sopranos, Inuyasha, Sons of Anarchy, Ducktales, Unsolved Mysteries, Teen Titans, Batman the Animated Series, Yogi Bear, Cowboy Bebop, Full Metal Alchemist, Top Cat, Space Ghost Coast to Coast, Underdog, Huckleberry Hound, the PowerPuff Girls, Courage the Cowardly Dog, QuickDraw McGraw, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Harvey Birdman, Animaniacs, the Fairly Odd Parents, Proud Family, Dexter's Laboratory, Samurai Jack, CatDog, Rocko's Modern Life, Ren and Stimpy, the Jetsons, aaaand MAYANS MC!!!
Books
Heroes
Papa Legba, General Augusto Pinochet, Gomez Addams, Captain James Hook, Vlad 'Prince Dracula' the Impaler, LORD VADER, Jorgon Von Strangle, GRUNTILDA the Witch, the Knights Templars, Tate Langdon, Ivan the Terrible, Wes Craven, Arthur 'the Joker' Fleck, Charlie Manson, Brigadier General Basque Grand, Groucho Marx, Vincent 'Big Chin' Gigante, Aleister Crowley, then?? Of course?? There's THIS fella!!!
"...Juuuussstt call me PSY.. don't ask me the name or family business... ALLL ya need to know is that I'm an AGENT for the TOON PATROL WEASELS. Our sergeant Smartass, yeah, that's what they call him. WE call him the Boss. He tells us to SCURRY, we ask him how far. He tells us to JUMP? We gotta ask HOW FAR. My cohorts an' I are on-call TWENTY-FOUR HOURS a day, SEVEN DAYS a week!!! Aaaaaaaand if the boss sends us out after someone? My job ain't done until I take 'em DOWN. You get the picture. WE catch ya? WE tell's ya to do somethin' and if you don't? YOU pay the price."
I had to spend a FEW years in Hell with my cohorts---it wasn't sooo bad!!! I KIIINDAAA liiiiked it there!!! The Underworld was LOTS of fun in the brief time we spent there!!! I LOVVVED the sounds of the NEVER-ENDING screaming aaand cries of sorry sons'a betches down there WRITHING in pain!!! BUUUT we managed to---work out an 'arrangement' with Hades! IN EXCHANGE for our everlasting souls?? The big man granted US?? Immortality...
The good critta's among the living of Toon Town were SURPRISED to see us return?? BUUUT?? It's liiiike thaaat ol' sayin' goes?? YA CAN'T keep a good weasel down!!! SOOO quiiite literally, the boys aaand me USED this oppurtunity to SHOW we were BAACK from beyond the grave... and READY to take back EVERYTHING that was ours!!! The good people in the Underworld were afraid I'd haaave STEPPED UUUP aand SEIZED the throne!! SO??? They. Sent. Me. BAAACK!!!
Psycho the weasel is a fictional character, one of the villain henchmen from the film 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit.' He wears a straitjacket and often seen with a razor. It could be implied that before he lived the life of a Toon Patrol weasel that he was once admitted into a criminally insane institution. Whether he was released, escaped, or helped busted out is unknown seeing as he's had minimal screen time. In all of his scenes he is often heard doing a high-pitched laugh, whether or not this is automatic laughing or not is unknown. In fact, he has more laughter than dialogue in all of his scenes put together.
He seems to be most enthusiastic about the idea of killing others or otherwise seeing suffering of others. One instance that certainly proves he lives up to his name was towards the end of the film when he climbs a ladder excitedly cheering it was 'time to kill the rabbits' OR when Judge Doom dipped a shoe in a barrel of turpentine acetone benzine or otherwise the dip.
In his final scenes in the movie, he is seen laughing with the rest of the weasel henchmen at Eddie Valiant going to extreme lengths injuring himself to make them laugh. Psycho the Weasel was the last henchman to die in the film when he falls off of the platform and into a spinning machine with his razor blade. As his ghost is leaving the warehouse, his last attempt of retaliation and attempt to kill Roger and Jessica Rabbit, he slams his sleeve on a lever to fire the dip cannon to melt and burn them. He gives one last sinister high-pitched laugh as he flies upwards and disappears off-screen.
"Ya wanna know what we do and WHAT we're all about? YA DON'T wanna know what we do and what we run. SOMEONE'S ganna hafta disappear if I tell's ya. WE RUN OUR OWN funeral parlor, ya know's? You carry, WE BURY!!! HEHE HEHE HEEE!!!"
Who I'd like to meet: Jesus aaaand Satan for shits aaand giggles!!! Vaas Montenegro to talk about the DEFINITION OF INSANITY!!! James Patrick March!! Ol' ED KEMPER for relationship advice!!! The Salamanca familia from the Juarez Cartel, President Marcus Alvarez, Jesssica Alba... the Knights Templar!!! MADISON MONTGOMERY Aaaand JESSSSICA ALBA in the SAAAME NIGHT!!!!
Then Delphine Lalaurie to play kickball with her rollin' noggin!!!!
Cruella was still crouched down watching them. She couldn't help raise a brow to him as he rattled on. The two tone haired woman leans back some and digs into her bag and drops a small sack in front of them with food and money within it. "Look darling there is more then enough food and money in there, plus i'm giving you place to stay plus never ending work.ย And i don't expect much other then the work being done without questions and being caught. Now are you going toย give me an answer or not? You all seemed on tracked mind..if you don't my dogs will make you chew toys." she said smirking and looked behind her seeing two big dogs standing there behind hold back on leashes. Cruella couldn't help but smirk at the idea but she wasn't going to play games.
She looked over seeing the clouds rolling in and thunder filling the skies she then looked to them. She knew Hades shouldn't know why she was making deals with them and why she was. She looked around and they were still in the clear but if a storm was rolling in it wouldn't be long before Hades would be sniffing around and looking for her seeing he always seemed to know what she was up to. "Well come on now darlings rain is coming and i'm pretty sure you can't swim. Now come with me and get in the car and we can figure this out more at my home, where it's safe and no rain." she said while standing up and looked at them.
Cruella looked at one of the men and walked over grabbing them all by the tails and neck of the clothing. "Don't worry you'll have a life you won't forget."with that she turned on her heel and walks to the black and white car and pulled the door open and pushed the chair back so they could be placed into the back. Once everyone was in she started up the car and sat there for a moment and the down pour of rain came, then she took off.
|| BRAVO!!! You ARE Cruella!!! I just lovvve how she doesn't await their answers before she just luggages them in her car aaand decides they are hired!ย She really gives off the Hadssah Guberman vibes (played by Sarah Silverman in the puppet show 'Crank Yankers')) when she collectively assesses them aaand claims them on the spot!
The weasel's necks waved and thwarted their heads against each other as their bellies slammed into each other upon the bloodthirsty, fashion-crazed, and dangerously wealthy modern day Queen. A piercing shriek fired from the straitjacket weasel's mawl, a sharp cry fired from the weasel in pink, a southern-twanged bellow almost sounding like Goofy the Dog chortled from a burly weasel in a helicopter hat, and raspy wheezing from a world-weary gray-furred member who had been behind them all that while.
"SOMEONE---get Greasy! He's still in the driver's seat!!!" The straitjacket weasel squealed, kicking his feet through mid-air before accidentally kicking against one of his fellow goons.
"DON'T---DON'T tell her about the car we drives!! DON'T---DON'T say nothin' Psy! Don't tell her about the car!!! OR the motorcycles!!! OR the---don't? DON'T say nothin' whatever ya do!!!"ย The plump helicopter-hat weasel's kicked back, accidentally sending the nose of his converse shoes to one of Cruella's dogs. An obnoxious 'OOPS' flew from his jaw when his crossed eyes looked their way.
"NOW---oh NOW look what ya morons done!?! DO YA WANT her to feed us to the DOGS?!? Because all this kickin' and WALLOWING is how we're ganna get FED to the dogs!!! ARE YA HAPPY NOW?!?"ย The main 'boss'ย weasel fought with the firm grip beneath her knuckles, his slender frame squirming as he quickly clutched his wide brimmed Sheplers hat from falling off of his head. The group of scampering idiot ferrets thumped their heads against the door handles then against the roof and floor as they crash-landed in her car when they looked around, easly impressed by the high-life. The booming thunder outside made each of them screech then cling to each other in a huddle, their teeths chattering, in fact they almost embodied the same Scooby Doo energy at the crackling thunder and downpour of rain.
"Say doll? This ain't so bad. SO tell me sugar?? WHO do ya think we would haave to... y'know?? KCKCKCKCKKCCK-EEEE-YUCH-KKKKK!!!" The gray-furred cig-smoking weasel guided a finger against his goosey neck as he tilted his head diagonally, a devious cackling smirk across his face, eager to draw someone's blood.
You might be wondering "Who is that gorgeous man who now stands before you," or, "However can I get such a handsome, daring, and brilliant man such as Doctor Ivo Robotnik to notice me," but fear not, this is my introduction and I have noticed you or I wouldn't be introducing myself. I am Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik... the most brilliant mind on the planet earth and the most handsome. My goals are to create a human utopia ruled by me of course, killing my arch enemy, Sonic the Hedgehog. Now please allow me to tell you how I write so that we are on the same page.
I am indeed a multi-para writer. This means that I do not accept single paragraphs for roleplay. This is nothing against you or what you do. This is simply a preference of mine.
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Cruella stood there listening to these things rattle on. She rolled her eyes here and there in an annoyed kinda way. How did she even come across these things and why was she even offering them jobs? Was this diva that bored or that desperate for furs? The answer would be... Yes.. Cruella looked at them as they spoke.ย She couldn't help but raise a brow to the question of working with the cops.
Sighing she crouched down and looked at what seemed to be the ring leader and gave him a dull look "Darling do I look like I have any doings with cops? Plus why would I offer you a job and place to stay if was working with them? Don't you think that's a little stupid for me to ask you to do work for me?"
Cruella was slick and she knew how to get what she wants it didn't take much, and money wasn't an issue with paying them. She looked at the others then back to him.ย
"letting you live somewhere for nothing should be more then a plus for you. Plus you'll be doing the work you love doing so... Do we have a deal? "
Cruella wasn't gonna play games with them, she was a busy woman and she wasn't gonna be waiting for them to stop playing games. The woman looked passed him to make sure things were okay and no one was listening then looked back to him.
ย ย When she heard the name,Chloe figured the weasel was just a nickname and not that he was a literal weasel. Then again,she had seen stranger things being a cop. So interrogating a weasel wouldn't be very high of her lists of weird things. And it was her job. She couldn't exactly say no.ย
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ย And now here she was,watching said weasel puff on cigar. She didn't let the way he spoke to her get to her. She had been called worse by creepier semi humans. Chloe just mostly let him speak. Was he waiting to see if he would get a rise out of her? She wasn't going to show any emotion. Lest it be used against her.ย
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ย ย But she drew the line when she heard him say that she better not arrest him or any of his friends. She had to suppress a laugh. 'I don't know what gives you the right to say who I can and can't arrest,"she replied. "I have to do what I have to do. And if anyone or anything happens I'll know it was you and a trip to the dip will seem like a day at the spa,"she warned him.ย
"You wanna TRY me, scumbag?!?" The large officer nodded and gave a deviant chuckle. He only adjusted his Stetson hat before his hands threw to his belt.
"COME AN' GET IT!!!"ย ย The Texas Officer clutched for the baton from his utility belt before slamming down a merciless beating over the mini mobster's head, shoulders, and collarbone area. One of Ruggsville's most violently ruthless officers was about to have a field day putting this punk in pink BACK into his place. The lieutenant's towering massive build hunched over the weasel before stomping his boot over his back followed by a swift kick into his ribs.
"..I'm WATCHIN' you weasel. I TEAR vermins like YOU up into PIECES an' I make scarves, HATS, an' wall mounts out of 'em!!ย Ho! HO!! AND believe ME sugar nose?!? I GOT MY EYE on you boy!!! Ooh-oo-OOH!!! An' YOU GON' make a good---and I say, a GOOD taxidermy statue for ME boy!!! I reckon' THAT'S the only good thing about you!!!"
The sheriff's Lieutenant fixed an aggressive wild west stare at the puny old-school wannabe gangster in pink. A furious growl at the obnoxious scrawny pole cat's nasally taunt, the veteran officer glowered with his eyes screaming with rage. Officer Wydell aimed to violently and mercilessly double down the Texas Ranger beatings to send a message back to the rest of the gangsters how the Ruggsville Sheriff weren't always by the book and gentlemanly like other law-enforcement.
"Bet you idiot hyenas laugh 'bout EVERYTHING, don'tcha NEEDLE nose?!? LISTEN HERE an' listen good, big shot!! Y'ALL fuzzy SCUMBAG snakes in THUG suits best KEEP outta my town!! DAMMIT!!! YOU lay ONE foot---AND I DO MEAN ONE gawt-DAYUMN foot into MY county?!? ...I GOT myself WEASEL SKIN PELTS an' rugs for my house!!! HEAR ME?!? ONE foot set in here?!?"ย ย
Cruella stood there looking at the thing, her brow raised as she listened to him go on and on. With a small eye roll Cruella watched him till he was done running his mouth a mile a minute. "Darling are you done? I can tell you i don't make fur coats out of you things. You're not big enough to make anything out of. Plus your dirty and gross, but i can see you are can be of use to me. Like i could use you for help with somethings. How about i'll let you live if you will agree to work for me?" she said then a cool smirk came to her lips "Free room and home and food is what i'll pay you..what do you say?"
(YOU JUST made my night! ย Thank you, dear. I honestly have my storyline heavily based on who framed Roger rabbit, so we absolutely need to do some storylines: . ย I adore your writing already.)
*Her eyes watered at the idea of them catching Mick or any of her friends* I guess ya haven't heard that Mick is running for mayor, so Pete and the rest of you will be booted out of here! Just you watch! One day Toonsville will be peaceful again.ย ย
