The Round-Up Gang - AU Toy Story RP

[skscutie]

She was new-- alright, perhaps 'new' wasn't the correct way to put it. It had been a few years since her arrival here at Al's apartment; 'newer' is a better way to put it. The prospector had been the first, then Jessie and Bullseye- and she, Dakota, had come last. Even with the four of them together; they were yet to be a complete set. The cherry on top; the icing on the cake- had yet to be found.

A Sheriff Woody.

If Al were to find him one day; they would all be together- complete. The entire Round-Up Gang; the deputy, the prospector, the stead, the sheriff, and the singer. What could possibly be better! Well…perhaps one thing.

Both of the Round-Up girls, those being Jessie and Dakota- agreed that, maybe, it would better to be with a child. To be played with for hours on end; and at the end of the day, know that they were making a someone happy. Although she kept it to herself; Dakota didn't much care for sitting in the bleak, brown, cardboard box- collecting dust. What kind of existence was this-- for a toy? But just when the wait was becoming tiresome; unbearable- the kindly prospector would step in and remind both of the girls that they needn't fret. Woody would be found one day; it was only a matter of time. Then, it would be off to the museum! The Kanishi Toy Museum; all the way in Japan! And while Dakota didn't know exactly where that was- (Though she did recall her previous owner, Molly, owning a large travel book with colorful pictures of Europe- which she understood Japan was near, at least.) It sounded wonderful! Children coming to see them everyday? Everyday! What a life!

It started out as a normal day- all of the toys could hear Al clattering around the apartment loudly; his usual negative mumbling and the sound of his keys jingling in the door's lock format he outside.

And then they were alone.

As always; they waiting for a few moments in the silence to make sure he was gone. A year or so back, they had gotten out as soon as he left; Jessie had almost been caught moving when he returned for his wallet. They didn't want a repeat of that near-disastrous incident. When they were all sure it was safe; Bullseye was the first to pop out of the box- galloping around the apartment floor happily, glad to be out of the box after the long, boring night. "Oh, Bullseye, are you glad to be out of the box?" Jessie asked coyly, laughing as she swung her leg over the box's flap and ran to play with the over exhilarated stuffed horse. Meanwhile, Dakota helped the helped Pete out of the box- a difficult feat, since he had his own box. "Here you go!" Dakota smiles as she pushes the case out, Pete offering her his own thankful grin; "Oh thank you, dear."

Despite the fact that there were no children to play with them; toys were resourceful creatures. Hours passed and they played a multitude of games amongst themselves; often involving the Woody's Round-Up merchandise that littered the room. All four of them just happened to be in the middle of a pretend game of 'Save the Critters' when they heard the heavy, tell-tale footsteps of Al coming down the hall. They scattered- all of them diving into the box quickly to escape the prying eyes of a human. As far as Al knew; they had been there all day. Inanimate.

The door swung open; and Al's usual angry cursing was replaced by gleeful murmurs and squeals. What in the world had he bought now? Dakota wondered silently; suddenly disappointed she couldn't see out into the room. The sound of one of their glass cases squeaking opening and then clicking closed made the toys give each other confused look in the darkness.

10 minutes passed, then 20, then almost a half an hour before they could here their rotund owner on his phone; "-Yeah yeah yeah, I'll be right there! And we're gonna do this commercial in one take because I am in the middle of something really important!" He yelled angrily, the quiet beep of the phone hanging up followed. Laughing with glee, Al finished up with; "You my little cowboy friend are gonna make me big buck-buck-bucks!" The sound of his chuckling faded as he exited the portent and it faded down the hall…

Cowboy friend…? Could he mean…?

[Indy]

Woody barely waited for Al to shut the door to the room before panicking. He was in glass. Woody shoved the case door open with his good arm and jumping from the dresser to the carpet. Where was he? How far from the house? How far from Andy? He had to get out of here. He could figure out how to get home if he could just get out of the building.

Woody reached the door, jumping to reach the door knob. No use. Another exit maybe? The window! Woody ran to the box next to the chair, jumping on one then the other to the ledge. He shoved the blinds aside.

And let out a breath. What a long way down...

"Andy..." Woody spoke helplessly. How could he reach his boy from here?

Alright, the window was out. Woody hopped down to the floor, seeing an air vent. He tried pulling it open, but the screws held it in place. He tried loosening the screw but couldn't turn them. Frustration overwhelmed him and he grabbed one of the vent's bar, shaking and pulling desperately. It felt as much like a prison as it looked.

Then... there was movement. Not from the vent, but something behind him. And he had watched Al's car drive away. And there hadn't been anyone in the room. Or any toys.

Had there?

He turned. The box he had used to reach the window was further from the wall, packing peanuts were scattered trailing to... him?


"What?" Woody wondered aloud before his legs went flying and something was underneath him! "Whoa!" It spun his around and galloped off. It was a horse!

"Whoa! Hey! Stop! Horsie, stop! Sit, boy!"

The horse was a lot more bouncy than Buster could ever be. "Stop it!" Whoa, table! Woody ducked, letting out of shout of fear and glanced back at that close call. "Sit, I said!"

The horse seemed to hear him this time and threw Woody clear across the room. The old cowboy landed head first on the carpet, bottom over boots.

"YEEEEEEHAAAAAW!" A round faced cowgirl shouted in his face.

Woody panicked and scrambled back, the smooth plastic of his hat sliding against the carpet floor. But she was faster, picking him up by his rear end before he could get himself right side up. "It's YOU!" She spun him around, "It's you, it's you! It's really you!" She placed him on his feet, threw off his hat and ground her knuckles against the top of his head. Yeowch.

"It's me," Woody had no other choice to agree with the crazy woman. Please let me go--- Whoa! The cowgirl push him away, but her hand was on his pull string. She tugged back and Woody fell into her arms as his voice box exclaimed, "There's a snake in my boots!"

"Ha!" She shouted. Boy she was loud. "It's is you!"

"Please stop saying that." Woody felt dizzy. And if she rough housed him anymore he was afraid his damaged arm would rip clean at last.

She hugged him, lifting him of his feet even though she was probably a half head shorter than Woody, "Prospector said someday you'd come!" She gasped, letting him go and pulled her hat around her ears, "Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! The prospector! He'll wanna meet ya!"

As soon as she let him go Woody collapse to the floor. What now...?

[skscutie]

Bullseye popped into the box- and he and Dakota pushed the Prospector out of the box once more. As the cowgirl and horse jumped out for themselves, sending a spray of packing peanuts everywhere; Jessie grabbed Woody to her side.

A hand outstretched and a grin on her face, she gleefully announces; "Say hello to the Prospector!"

Dakota could practically faint- if she were human that is. It gave her a dizzy spell to see him, here. Woody, in the vinyl. "He's mint in the box!" She busts out, pointing to the packaging; "Never been opened!"

"Turn me around Bullseye, so I can see…" Pete spoke; and Bullseye quickly obeyed, turning the box around to face the other 3 toys. He looked star-struck as he laid eyes of Woody; "Why, the prodigal son has returned…".

Taking her chance between all the introductions, the blonde cowgirl runs up to him with an ecstatic smile of her face; "Well, slap my face and call me Mary-Jane! It's really you, it's good to--" Just as she was speaking, Jessie's excitement overpowers her and she yells;

"YEEHAW! It's you! It's you! You're here! It'syouit'syouit'syou--" The red-haired ragdoll's words begin to blend together with excitement as she picks him up for another stitch-popping hug.

[Indy]

And he was trying to keep the stitches left in his arm that he DID have. He could feel them loosening with each mind rattling hug the cowgirl gave, even if he couldn't feel his arm anymore. Or use it. But he used his good one, shoving at Jessie's face and freeing himself from her grasp. He backed away from the group, outstretching his hand to keep them away.

"Okay, I'm officially freaked out now..."

The red head's grin was... pretty darn frightening. The blonde looked more in awe than wanting to assault Woody like the red head did. The horse pushed the Prospector forward, whose words didn't exactly help Woody's state of mind.

"Oh, we've waited countless years for this day. It's good to see you, Woody."

"Listen," Woody shook his head. Just stay away. Don't hug me, please! "I don't know what-- Hey, how do you know my name?"

"Everyone knows your name, Wood-dee." Jesse's smile stayed. He wasn't sure if that was bad or good. He raised an eyebrow. What was she talking about? He was just an old cowboy doll that his first owner mostly kept on the shelf. He knew Jeff had loved him though. If he hadn't, Woody wouldn't have been kept and saved for his son, Andy.

The Prospector seemed to realize this and his sagely voice was compassionate, "Why, you don't know who you are, do you? Bullseye." He prompted the horse who went galloping off, hopping onto a chair, a desk and nudged up a light switch. The light dimmed up behind Woody and he turned around.

The sight took his breath away.

Banners, framed photos with an autograph how about that!, pictures, a record player, albums, dinnerware, a toy radio, a lunchbox and thermos set, a lamp, a small cardboard cut out, books, a clock, toys that Woody didn't even know what they did...

And they all had his face on them.

"That's me..."

He kept taking steps back, not knowing he was even walking until he hit.... something. Not the wall. It sways a little. He turned and back up to look at it... at him. Another giant cardboard cut out, bent a little here and there and a little dirty in places, yellowing in others. It was old. And it was him. And he was huge.

"Wow..."

He looked down, having stepped over something. Magazines. With his face on it. Life, Time and TV Guide, big important magazines, he knew that. He put a hand to his neck, wiping it around to his cheek, rubbing a spoke quietly.

"Holy cow."

There was a few clicks somewhere behind him and Woody turned again to see what the music was that started up. He felt like he was dreaming and still didn't understand all of it. What on Earth...?

The old TV glowed in black and white as the announcer could be heard over cheery fiddle music and cheering kids, "Cowboy Crunchies, the only cereal that's sugar frosted and dipped in chocolate proudly presents..." The barn doors on the screen opened to reveal Woody's face and men started to sing.

Woody's mouth dropped open.