The missing crayon

[Thy Masked Tragedy]

Alright The Missing Crayon is back up! The point of this RP is that Hans has lost his Crayon in Washington, and he is now in Florida. Any level character is welcome to join, just jump right in. Now, you have the choice of either helping Hans find his crayon, or causing problems for his search.
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The stick boy woke to the sound of waves and screeching sea gulls. He appeared to be located on a dock, clear sky over head, and crates were piled up around him. Rubbing the sleep from his eye, the boy stared at the towering boxes and whimpered, he was .. trapped. It would be okay though, as long as he had his.., he reached into the crookedly drawn pocket on his pants... empty. It was gone, his favorite crayon had been lost, and now he was trapped! Instantly panicking the boy released a childish high pitch squeal, loud enough for anyone in the area to hear, then he began to cry.

[Teh Donut]

(Bleh, try as I might, I can't top my original post... >.>)
((Heh, I have your original post, too. ;D ))

Somewhere very close by, a random ear listened in to the sudden noise, drawing a casual jean-clad figure away from his "liberation" of several "caged and suppressed" pastries and back to the land that was "reality". Placing a hand to said ear, he listened and provided his own narrative, "What was this? A child’s cry for help? A squeal against the injustice of the heavy weights of humanity!? A pleading desire to be saved by savory savior of the pastry savant! The situation called for only one thing, one man, one guy who's...who's..."

Donut paused his mini soliloquy, lowering his hand from his ear as he simultaneously lowered his eyes to the half-opened variety package of various luscious pastries. "Who's terribly, terribly in need of a refreshing dessert about now..."

He took the package and pulled out a jelly-filled one, hungrily stuffing it inside his mouth in delight. "Yes, yes...sugary...savory...saving...savior?" He slapped himself in the head to regain his original train of thought, splattering a chocolate-covered donut across his face in the process.

"But he didn’t care,” the demi-sane man swiftly continued, “Nay; someone needed the help of the Man of Mushy Goodness!" He reached to his belt, ripping off the buckle as he jabbed his sword-like pendant into it. He was immediately bathed in a glow of light; fun, fanciful, flashy and utterly useless special effects sprung about him before they faded away and left him no different than before, save the pie-tin mask on his face.

Suddenly standing on top of a large pile of crates, despite the fact that he cannot teleport and was standing on the ground only a second before, he gazed down upon the sobbing Hans from his perch before calling, "Never fear! Pie Guy is here!" With such a cry, we jumped and swooped to the ground in Batman-like fashion, only just remembering he was not batman near the en of his descent, and a little too late to stop himself from face-planting on the hard concrete next to the stick-man.

He lay motionless for several seconds before emitting the same, squeally cry as the stickman beside him.

[EJP]

(Captain So Called Evil can't show up for awhile in this RP seeing how he's going to be a bad guy. But, just to show he is here, I will make this post.)

*EJP was walking out of a pub with his drunken friend Travis hanging onto his right shoulder. Unknown to EJP and Travis was the fact that a very so called evil man was watching them from the safety of a unsesspecting black Van with a windowless sliding side door and back. Inside the van sat Captain So Called Evil watching EJP on a monitor.*

Captain So Called Evil: " Now you shall feel my wrath EJP. You and your friend Travis will never see my attack coming and soon you'll be nothing but a bald freak. VICTORY! Will be-"

*Captain So called evil stood up from his seat to fast just as he said the word "mine" and hit his head, hard, into the metal ceiling of the van, rendering him knocked out before he gave any order for anything to happen to EJP or Travis.*