Forbidden Planet

(ooc: Takes place on July 14th, late at night. Closed to Stitch and Scroop....well, for now anyway, will open it up later on for other heroes)

Scroop had managed to get into the heroes camp. His eyes scanned the area as he stood there. Tents were everywhere, it was going to take him sometime to find his target, Jim Hawkins. He moved forward slowly, eyes on the lookout for anything that would ressemble Jim in particular.

But so far, there was no sign of the boy as he clenched his claws a little, annoyed that he just could not find him anywhere. He was also deep within the territory of the heroes camp, dangerous as it was, as there was the potential to also wake up any of the hero generals as well.

It wasn't something that he had woken up that Scroop had to worry about. No, the blue furred alien was already awake, ears perked as he heard the skittering of Scroop's feet across the camp. Why was Stitch already up? The alien was still fighting the demon within, fighting this virus that threatened to overtake him. He snorted, eyes dimming in and out like a faulty television set to the color green. He snarled and skittered his own feet closer to the sound.

An intruder had entered his camp, HIS CAMP. This would not do.

The alien roared and lept at Scroop, gripping ahold of his large insect-like backside. He wanted to give the other alien a jump. Hopefully it worked.

Something latched onto Scroop's back as he attempted to grab onto the creature, but so far, with no luck in doing so. His eyes narrowed as he glanced around quickly, stumbling slightly before he skittered backwards, slamming his back into the nearest tree her could find.

Hopefully that would be enough to loosen the creature's grip upon his own back "Let....go..." he snarled lightly at Stitch "Let go and I might just spare your life...."