Pranks R'Us (Open to the pack. Mainly Loke, West, Lexi, etc etc etc)

Bianca · Wolf a la Rouge

Pranks R'Us (Open to the pack. Mainly Loke, West, Lexi, etc etc etc)

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

The run with Puppy had been wonderful, and of course now the dog was bone tired. But they had both gotten there daily need of exercise. A run through the vineyard and down the street to the farm house and then back had been just what the doctor ordered.   Pulling open the back door she reached for the towel tucked into the hem of her jogging pants and lifted it out to wipe off her face.   The chill of the cooler air inside made her shiver for a moment as she looked back outside for Puppy who had stopped to slack his thirst in a rain barrell near the backside of the house.   She waited patiently as he trotted back inside.

Pausing at the kitchen she got herself a tall glass of water, draining it in seconds before setting the glass back in the sink. She would have to come back down after her shower and do the dishes, load them into the dishwasher. Wiping at her forehead again she headed up the stairs, drapping the towel over her shoulder. Hands lifted to tug the hairband out of her hair as she openned her door with a shimmy. As her hair slid out of the hairband and fell down her back she stopped short. Loke actually backed up out of the door to look down the hall and make sure she was in the right room. Amber eyes narrowed faintly as she stepped back in her now saran wrapped room.

Her eyes narrowed farther as the smell of West assaulted her nose. Well shit, did he really think this was funny?   She stood there for a very long moment with her hands on her hips just staring at the plastic heaven. Would he really do this to her? Or was this a terrible demon that was tormenting her?   Of course, she thought of Bianca. The red headed wolf was the devil in diguise.

Okay maybe they both where messing with her. Trying to be funny. Loke's lips started to curl upwards in a very evil smile and she turned and headed back out of the room leaving it still saran wrapped. Puppy took one look at the room and headed back down stairs moving to take his rest on the cool tile in the kitchen. Loke followed but instead of heading to the kitchen she moved to the door, grabbing up her car keys on the way.

Two hours later she returned her car packed full of packing peanuts, four huge bags full in the front and two stuffed in the trunk which was tied half way closed. Pulling two bags with her she headed back into the house, tossing her keys on the table beside the door and headed upstairs. Using her wolf to search she felt around for who was about.   Good Bianca and West where not in. She moved first to Bianca's room and unloaded the two bags into her room. But just not in the floor. Oh no no no, instead she was sneaky. In her draws, cabinets and her closet. She packed those bitches full.

All six bags had been used before she was done and feeling very very sneaky with herself. Although her scent was very obvious. Then again, she gave a wide grin and ran into the bathroom grabbing the lysol spray before she moved back to Bianca's room and sprayed a healthy dose of the spray and then the same to West's room.

Once the smell was hidden by the lysol and harder to pick out as being the predominant smell in the room she headed back to her plastic covered room to unwrap things. This so wasn't like Christmas.

Lexi Trent · Foxy Hati

“Come on, baby…” Words muttered as she turned the key in the red beast’s ignition for the fifth time. Once again it refused to start. Quiet threats of using the Corvette for scrap parts passed her lips as she returned to the front of the vehicle. Glaring at the internal workings revealed when she popped the hood, those emerald greens scoured every inch as if the car would simply tell her why it wouldn’t start. Finally, the vixen had to admit defeat. She knew nothing about fixing cars, but… gaze slid back toward the house, a smile curling her lips.

Closing the hood and relocking the car door, she returned to the house in search of paper and pen. A big note was written and then stuck on the fridge. “Fix a car, get a kiss from the vixen. <3 Lexie” Simple. Now, it was time to go get a shower.

***

With one towel wrapped around her body, another was taken to her hair. She was just finishing wrapping the towel around her hair when Loke came rushing in. “What…?” A shake of her head before grabbing her robe – not the russet colored silk, but a plain white terry cloth. The towel around her body was discarded, robe taking its place and belted firmly. Nose wrinkled as the smell of Lysol reached her even in the still steamy bathroom.

Exiting the room, she went a’hunting Loke to find out what she was doing. She stopped dead at Loke’s door, brows arching at the shiny plastic covering everything that she could see. “What the devil is going on?” Why did she seem to be asking that question a lot recently? She didn’t miss the scent of West in the room, but her first thought wasn’t that he’d done this. He wouldn’t, would he? Had she misjudged him? A frown formed before her eyes widened.

There better not be…! Rushing to her own room, she threw open the door. A sigh of relief sounded. Nothing there but the mess she’d left this morning and Sean’s lingering scent mixed with her own. Good. Soon enough, she returned to Loke’s room and eyed the massive amounts of saran wrap. “Want some help, luv?” A smirk was fighting its way to her lips. “And just what were you doing with that awful-smelling Lysol?”

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Already a thick pile of saran wrap was piled up on her floor from the brushes and tubes of paint she had unwrapped. She still had a shit load of plastic covered things to unwrap. Glancing up at Lexie she would have answered but the Vixen took off like someone had lit a fire under her tail. So instead she sat there silently unwrapping her things.

When Lexie came back she looked up and smirked. "Someone decided to play a prank on me. It smelled like West in here but unless he's got some kinda of sick way of showing he cares, I don't think he did it. I have an inkling it was Rad B but.... I don't know how she covered up her scent. So to get them back, I did a little something something to both of them. Lets just say, if they open there closet or anything with a door in there room. They aren't going to find what they left in there. The lysol was to cover my scent."

Loke shifted and ended up sitting on the plastic covered covered bed, it squeeking in protest.

"Seriously, this is war. Just so you know, you should joining the winning side." Obviously she was talking about her side.

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

The Amazonian wolf had arrived home to find a blue shoe underneath her pillow, and it smelled like Bianca. A perplexed expression crossed Llidya's face as she looked around the room, narrowing her concentration to a solitary sense, smell. Faith's number was still in her back pocket, and the shades were still on, and as she concentrated the pain let up a bit. She found two more shoes in her room, and one in the bathroom. That was all she was willing to hunt down.

Shoes in hand, Llidya moved to Bianca's room, and opened the closet to put them back where they were supposed to be. Little did she know that Loke had stuffed a few of the niches in Rad B's room with packing peanuts.

An explosion of the white fluffy stuff rained down upon her and Llidya just stood there a moment, taking it all in. She really was going crazy. She decided that not only was she imagining Morrison standing at the door and laughing at her, but she was imagining the fact that she had to hunt down half sets of shoes and that packing peanuts were just randomly in people's closets. She dropped the imaginary shoes and walked out of the fluff, which fell away as she left the room, and knew, just knew, that this is what going insane must feel like. Which is how Simon must of felt when he saw that mud statue of Jayne Cobb. Yep.

Maybe if she got some sleep. A comforting scent would do it. Llidya moved to Ash's room, unaware that she was dragging some very real packing peanuts with her, come clingons from the closet. Chapman cracked the door and looked within, letting the scent fill her olfactories. She moved into the darkened room, kind of missing the ultraviolet light that used to give the room it's eery glow. No one was in the bed, which left it all to Llidya, who was fine with that. Maybe she could catch an hour or two before Ash or Silent got home and then she'd relocate to the Batcave.

Chapman laid down on her back and looked at the ceiling through her sunglasses, trying to relax and still her racing mind.

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

How come when West smelled Lysol he immediately thought that there was trouble a brewing?.The southern gent hadn't a clue but what he did know was that the moment he smelt the awful stuff he was half tempted to turn boot and skid daddle out of there. The smell was a killer on his or any other wolf's nose for that matter and oddly enough he smelled it before his hand even reached the door knob. Suppressing a gag he slowly pushed the door ajar. Had thought of closing it but when the full intensity of the wretched smell drifted beneath his nostrils he changed his mind thinking the house could use a bit of airing out. Only a step before his boot met with a crunch, West glanced down expecting to have stepped on a bug or some alienated chip who knows but whatever he had thought was nothing compared to the packing peanut.

That was a first. A thick eye brow arched in silent question and instead of taking to much time to ponder over the single pea- the thought died instantly when the other boot met with one as well. And as the cowboy looked up he spotted a trail that lead across the den then up the stairs. It seemed little red riding hood left a trail and by golly he was gonna' follow it though his inner instincts vouched for him not to. It seemed Bianca had the right assumption when she had mentioned him chasing little red. A smirk curled his lips as he thought of a few unmentionables ways that the big bad wolf could eat- his head met with the door frame as he misjudged the distance. That would teach him for entertaining such thoughts he reckoned. Amber eyes caught the note on the fridge and with a stretch he took it from the fridge then continued on the peanut path.

The trail made a first visit to the she devil's room. He wondered as he gave her door a knock why Loke had tried to cover her scent with Lysol?. She could have used a few hundred bottles and still it would not have hid her smell from the hay stacking bull rider. West would know that scent of hers any where for it lingered drawling him ever so closer to his own personal insanity. Loke was like his own personal brand of heroin
(lol sorry had to. Could not resist teasin') and lordy he must be missin' the taste of her for he just quoted some thing in his head from a movie. No answer came from Bianca's room so West opened the door and some thing exploded all over his face. He took a step back stumbling in the hall way as he spit out a couple not so tasty packing peanuts. He shook his head like a dog trying to dislodge the annoying foamy things and then instant realization came crashing hard in to the male.

Quick steps took him to his room where he was met for the second time in the night with the same peanut surprise.

"I aim to give down the country all over her hiney!".

He kicked at some of the peanuts trying to shove them back so he could close his door. Despite the mess he could not help but chuckle under his breath. "Ain't that the berries!". It seemed strange that Loke would choose to decorate his room because she had seemed to like him and hadn't protested much when they played a bit of tongue hockey the other night. Ya' be barking up the wrong tree me filly and I am fixin' to catch ya' with yer pants down. Turning from his door he started down the hall way but had to pause when he saw Ash's door open. Seeing the amazon he gave a whistle in greeting then shouting something over his shoulder about him being busier then a stump-tailed cow in fly time.

West found himself confused when his own scent blew on him when he entered Loke's room. He hadn't bothered to knock since the door was wide open. He had superb timing since he entered just as Loke confessed to the vixen of her evil deed. Amber eyes glanced over curiously to Lexi then over red riding hood as he took to leaning against her door frame. He was dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and for a shirt he wore a simple blue wife beater. Covered in a sheen of sweat from a nightly run he looked quite the picture especially now since the shoulder length wet hair fashioned a few peanuts. They not only stuck to his hair but found a way to cling to his chest and some found their way to the front of his pants.

"I do declare ya' either fish or cut bait darlin's." West glanced to Loke the look alone was one of heat and promised retaliation. "Nice to know my kisses had such ill effect on ya' Ginger, I reckon I need more practice." He had interesting ways of getting back at her but that in it's self was a conversation suited for a much more private time. And he easily allowed her to see the want simmering behind those chartreuse eyes of his.
"Still even if that be the case then why ya' have to go and trash me room eh?."

"Oh and honey I'll fix yer car" The last said was directed at Lexi, he held up the note and grinned broadly at her suppressing the urge to tease with a very nice innuendo. Circling the room he paused at the bed. "And would ya' tell me why I be smelling me self all over yer room?."

He bent to sit on Loke's bed but slipped off landing on his bum do to the nice saran wrapping. A few peanuts flew up in a puff of air to fall on the lap of Loke.

"Ya' know I am fixin' to give the dog a bit of fleas and nae I am not talking about puppy"

-- Edited by West Larkson on Wednesday 1st of July 2009 12:31:25 AM

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

"Didn't you say that Malcolm had a thing for Bianca?" Llidya turned her head to look at Morrison, who was leaning against the wall. At that moment, she heard West pass by with a whistle. There was a guy she hadn't talked to in a while. She was glad he'd made it over to the pack house finally, and she was completely unaware of all the sexual tension between he and Loke, and of the prank war, as of yet. "I said, didn't you say that-"

"I heard you the first time." Llidya snapped at him, turning her glance from the door and back to the hallucination. He'd been following her for at least a week. She decided she might as well get used to it. God she missed Ash. He'd been working, and she'd been working, and it'd been crazy. She regarded Morrison, irritated. She hadn't said anything about it, but the annoying thing about him was the fact that she didn't have to say it. She knew it, so he knew it because he was a conjuration. "And yeah. Mal has a thing for Bianca."

"So don't you think that maybe, just maybe, she might like to know where he's currently residing?" Dylan's eyebrow rose as he leaned over her, a twist of his lips on his expression to show just how obviously common sense that was. Llidya sighed, and sat up. Damn it, he was right. So much for trying to catch some z's. Like she was going to be able to fall asleep anyway with all the stomping around.

Llidya looked at the world through her cheap sunglasses, and saw an increase in the presence of packing peanuts. She picked one off of her shoulder and crunched it, and realized that maybe, just maybe she wasn't imagining those. Which meant something really flipping weird was going on...

She turned her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed to stand and stretch a bit. Sunglasses were adjusted on her face as she made her way out of Ash's room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Chapman passed by Loke's room, only glance given to the gathering there. Bianca wasn't a part of it. So she kept following her nose. Downstairs, through the kitchen, to the backporch...bingo.

"Damn she's a tall drink of-"

"Shut the hell up Morrison." Llidya interrupted him under her breath just before she opened the door to the back porch. She didn't want Rad B to hear her, after all. Might think she was crazy or something.

"Hey Bianca, you remember Malcolm, right? Funny, nerdy, geeky looking guy, always had a stethoscope...?" Chapman moved over to sit in one of the chairs, regarding the night sky through a darkened perspective, both mentally and physically. She looked up at Bianca, preparing to rip the band-aid off. She'd already left Ash a voicemail, and was expecting to hear back from him soon enough.

Lexi Trent · Foxy Hati

The urge to sneeze crept upon her, her nose’s way of declaring it hated the scent of Lysol. God that stuff was disgusting. Listening as Loke explained what she knew, the vixen started unwrapping those things nearest her that weren’t art supplies. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help get those things unwrapped, but she wasn’t the painter… she wasn’t about to mess any of that stuff up.

“I don’t see why West would…” Speak of the devil, there was the cowboy himself. With packing peanuts stuck to him? A brow arched, smirk coming to her lips. Damn. It would take forever to get rid of those things, she knew from experience. They got everywhere.

Now, knowing the cowboy would fix her car normally would have had her going to give him a big hug. She loved that Corvette, be it a temperamental beast or not. Unfortunately, he’d just decided to sit on the saran wrapped bed and fallen off. The whole image was just too comical. Laughter burst free and she was forced to lean against the nearest piece of furniture with one arm holding her middle as if trying to hold the laughter in.

Wiping tears from the corner of her eyes, she shook her head a bit. “I’ll say this for her, Bianca is a sneaky wench.” She was making a mental note to get a new, sturdy lock for her door. Still, if it was to be war, she was siding with Loke. “So, Commander, are we taking that one as a prisoner? He acts innocent of the deed, but interrogation might be in order.” Yep, there was that mischievous twinkle.

“Or we could use him for manual labor.” Fingers snapped, “We can make him unwrap everything in here for you, luv.” It seemed like a good idea until she thought about it a little further. Bianca might have been just thorough enough to saran wrap Loke’s underwear along with everything else. Oh well, she’d thrown the idea out there. Loke was Commander of this side of the war so it was up to her what came next.

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Loke looked up and focused on West, narrowing slightly as he leaned against the door frame. She was frustrated with the man at this point, he only had to look around her room and see the saran wrap covered everything to understand her annoyance.

She flickered her eyes back to Lexie the frown growing a bit deeper. Although yes, the smell of West was like some kind of exotic drug that beckoned, today because of her annoyance she was able to resist fully.

"What are you talking about? I didn't retaliate for you kissing me." She nearly puffed up twice her size, aggitated. "I liked that just fine!" Her face burned brightly for a moment still feeling the blush despite her mounting aggitation.

Glancing at Lexie and then at West she watched him take a seat on her bed and slip right off. That eased a lot of the tension rolling off her, enough for her to grin wide. "I'm definetally not the one who wrapped my room in saran wrap. And I have no clue how your scent got here. I thought you and Bianca where teasing me or something. Retrubution is a bitch they say."

She dropped the last piece of saran wrapp finally getting her left side of the room unwrapped althought there was plenty more. And the worst part about it, is it stuck together so effectively. Standing she offered West her hand to help him up and then looked at Lexie flashing a wide grin at her suggestion on taking him prisoner.

"Well he is a cowboy, he should be used to the native's taking him captive. Captain, lets secure him."

Bianca · Wolf a la Rouge

There was something so nice when a plan came together it was like a mini religious experience. Wish as she might, sticking spy camera's in Loke's room to gauge the woman's reaction to her saran wrap surprise would have been pushing it. To keep the urge to send a little spy something or other under control, Radical B made herself scarce. She was running low on a few supplies and a nice trip to the store was just what she needed to kill some time before the werecows came home from the pasture.

What she didn't expect was to find her furniture stuffed with packing peanuts. Humming a little ditty to herself, the redhead made her way upstairs, bypassing the little pow wow going on in Loke's room. It was mostly out of self preservation. If Bianca looked in she'd have said something and given herself away. And considering all the precautions, both physical and magical, she took not to get caught it would have spoiled things. So unless Loke managed to get her hands on some mojo detector or an eyewitness, all the werewolf would have are speculations as to the true culprit. And Bianca was nice enough to set West up to be the fall guy. (She didn't know that he literally fell off the bed just as she thought of that.)

After heading into her room, Bianca made a face as the stench of Lysol slapped her nose. Ugh. She hated the stink when she was human, now she just had a whole new set of reasons to detest the scent. But the chemicals couldn't do shit to cover up the musk of a werewolf. Loke... Bianca's eyes narrowed as she looked down at a pile of her shoes (some, not all of them.) and packing peanuts. Okay, she was big enough person to admit that she was a whole lot of confused. Was it penance? Apology?

Reaching out, Bianca yanked her closet door open in order to kick her shoes into their spot on the bottom of said closet and got a mini avalanche of packing peanuts spilling over her feet and the floor. Staring at the crap Bianca backed away blinking in minute confusion before a bubble of laughter traveled up her throat and burst out into the world. Packing peanuts? Seriously?

Grinning like an evil thing that she was (but not really) Radical B left the mess as it was. The things looked like they were biodegradable anyway, just add water and mop up. With the gears of war already churning, Bianca headed back into the hallway, pausing only long enough to lean against the doorframe and take a look at the Un-wrap party going on in Loke's room to wince and click her tongue against her teeth as she tried very hard not to grin. "Man...I've heard of "safe sex" practices but this...is ridiculous." Before things got thrown in her direction, Bianca blew Loke a kiss and bounded down the stairs past the kitchen to the outside. One she needed a smoke, and two she needed a quiet place to contemplate payback.

Just as she lit up and sucked in a lungful of smoke, Llydia scared the holly fricking bajesus out of her. Spinning around the redhead was about to say something when she paused to stare at Llydia. "What?" It wasn't that she wanted Llydia to repeat what she just said about Malcolm it was more that Bianca had to process the information. After the up-n-gone act that the good Doctor pulled Bianca made sure not to think about him at all. Maybe it was a selfish way of thinking, but to admit that she was upset by getting stood by him, and annoyed by his disappearance would be admitting things she didn't want to. Hey, no one ever accused Bianca of being the pinnacle of maturity. Leaning back against the porch's guard rail, Bianca regarded Llydia for a brief moment before simply shrugging her shoulders and taking another puff from her cigarette. "Yeah, shy guy, big glasses. What about him?"

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

"Well I've got some good news and I've got some bad news."

Llidya glanced over to the bottled-red head as she reached into the front pocket of her jacket, pulling forth a cigar. The night was getting darker, but still she left those cheap sunglasses on her face as she regarded the other woman. Llidya stuck the stogie in her mouth and struck a match with her other hand.

"He's alive, but he's not awake. He's in a coma over at the Medical Centre, laid up on the third floor." Llidya took a taste of the now lit stogie and rolled it around her tongue before she let the smoke fall away. "Don't know what's keeping him in it. Brainwave patterns are normal and all that..." Llidya stood up, a grimace flashing across her features. She set a hand on Bianca's shoulder before she turned to the door and slid it open. "Just thought you'd like to know he didn't just up and disappear."

With that, Llidya moved back inside and slid the door shut behind her, moving towards the front of her house to her car. She reached into her pocket to pull out her cell phone. Maybe Faith could meet up with her now and they could have a chit chat.

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

"Now, now ladies. Must ya' use such extremes?." West could not help but smile under the guise of pretense he threw up when he acted as if the mere idea of it all sent shivers down his country tanned rear end. There had been a tad bit of tension in the room when the tractor driver had first entered but now his mishap with the over protective bed he had managed to make the strain ease away. So many thoughts for the southern gent to sort through it would take some careful planing before he would voice any thing else from his mouth. He also hadn't missed the coloring to Loke's cheeks when he had brought up the memory of having shared a kiss with the beauty. He reckoned he felt mighty proud when she boldly declared having liked it in front of Lexie.

One shoulder lowered as West pushed back against her bed allowing his head to be cushioned. He listened to the two talk back and fourth and then took his moment to but in when Loke said she figured that him and Bianca had been teasing her. Leaning forward he draped a arm over a bent knee, shook his head then looked up to the owner of the black wolf. "baby doll, the only teasing I'd be delivering in this here room would be the kind that left ya' hollarin' at the moon and yer panties brushing those ankles of yers.". He figured they stopped listening to him at that point since the subject had now moved on to Manuel labor?.Perhaps not. His attention came to it's fullest and the smile he started curved inward presenting him with a devilish appearance.

"I am all up for labor if the unwrapping includes stripping ya' both as well".

He did nae wait long when Loke held a hand out to him. Golden ambers met hers when he took that hand but instead of surrendering to the natives he played the cow boy that he was and hog tied him a injun!. Up he rose steadily graced with the agility of his wolf that smile lingering as it was thought that he was preparing for his surrender. Then two things happened at once, the puppy entered with a rope in his mouth and Loke was dipped toward the floor. A arm was tightly secured around her waist as his lips moved hungrily to claim her mouth in a hard kiss that demanded her absolute obedience. It lasted a mere second and ended when Loke's hands were tied behind her back and she was laying belly side down on the floor. West would have tied her wrists to her ankles but figured with that hot temper of the she wolf's that he would nae have the time.

Like a sack of potatoes she was left and West was already at the door delivering a quick smack to Lexie's toosh as he exited. The puppy who was his accomplice in the crime lay now by Loke's closed door with a dried pig's ear in his mouth. The stakes were high so let the war begin!.

Laughing under his breath he turned to look at Loke's door where a rope rested. One that had the door knob held and fastened to the railing. He gave a tip of his head silently saluting the door then headed down the stairs to put the next part in to motion.

-- Edited by West Larkson on Wednesday 8th of July 2009 09:20:32 AM

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Loke felt the charge as soon as West took her hand and pulled himself up. Although she wasn't really prepaired for him to fight back. She was kidding, but for the moment everything else was forgotten. He got too close and heat trembled from her, in random bursts. And then his lips where on her own. Sound, light, color, everything seemed to cease as she found herself lost in the depths of his kiss.   Eyes flickered shut for the moment, simply enjoying it. A small part of her head was freaking out since Lexie was probably standing there having to watch this. Ugh!

Something.. wasn't right though. It was over and her lips yearned to find his again but something .... wasn't right. It was only when she struggled to chase the haze of need and want from her head that she realized her hands where tied.   He had already set her on the ground and was heading to the door. She looked up for a moment startled by what had happened.

Heat rolled out of her, those amber eyes darkening just slightly as the door clicked closed and he was gone. Muscles in her arms bunched, as the tremor of fire burned through her skin like lava. The ropes didn't stand a chance, it strained for half a minute before it began to fray and then simply snapped, leaving the skin beneath it red and raw. Hands shoved into the ground as she was back up on her feet, rubbing at her raw wrists.   Steps where taken over to the door befor she jiggled the handle a few times.

Amber eyes turned back to Lexie and she grinned. "This is war! Time for an unexpected attack." She trotted over to the window and openned it. Two stories up wasn't that much of a fall. At least not for her lycan body, if she was just human yeah maybe. Loke climbed her ass out the window and turned at the last minute to hang from the window ledge before dropping to the ground below.   She landed neatly in a crouch before plopping over on her tush. Giving a slight huff she pulled herself to her feet and dusted off her bum.