Post by Fisi on Feb 3, 2011 20:00:49 GMT -5
Aj (c) Kiki
Angel and Juarez (c) Me.
Dont use them without my permission or her's.
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As the afternoon's weather was getting dark and dull, inside of the headquarters of the law enforcements toons there was Juarez; sitting on her bed with a picture that she only knew. A knock on the door was heard. Turning her attention to the door, Psycho entered with his laughter of insanity. It wasn't surprising for the grey jill since she knew that Smartguy was angry at her for not doing her job. Juarez pay no attention to him.
"Juarez! Juarez! Juarez!" Psycho repeatedly calling her.
"What?!" Juarez asked, putting down the picture as she glared at the weasel. She was not in the mood for his annoyance and insanity.
"Boss says if you don't go back to work, he says you better practice writing without a hand~" the psychotic weasel said with a giggle.
The grey jill glared at Psycho before she replied sourly,"Go away..."
He didn't. The insane weasel jumped on the bed and snatche the picture from her hand before she reacted.
"Hey!"
Not listening, Psycho examined the picture of a small , white kit who almost looks exactly like Juarez. The kit in the picture has hazel eyes, brown markings, white fur, long hair that reaches to her shoulders, and a smile that you touches your heart. The kit in the picture was wrapped with a pink blanket around her body as her expression was curious but seems to be happy about it. Confused, the psychopathic weasel glanced at Juarez and then went back to the picture. There was a grey arm carrying the kit and he recognized it.
"Juarez...?" Psycho began, but for some reason couldn't continue because for the fact that he was shocked.
"Yes, Psycho," she nodded. "that's my kit."
"How come you never mentioned her? Oh! I'm telling boss!" he said, getting off from his bed and began to run towards the door.
Juarez gasped and quickly tried to catch up with him before he could ever reached the doorknob. But, once the insane weasel did, she grabbed his arm and didn't let go. Using all her grip on Psycho, the grey jill made him look at her eye-to-eye.
"Dont tell the boss! I'll get kick out or worse!"
"Heehee, I just do whatever."
"I'm serious! I need this job before I can find a better one. Please Psycho." said Juarez, staring at him with sadness in her eyes as her ears lowered down.
There was something everybody knows; a crazy person doesn't think, care, or actually feel for anybody else but themselves. But seeing Juarez begging like this, he knew telling on her would end up in a bad situation. Nodding really fast, Psycho pulled his arm away from her and smiled widely.
The crazy weasel jumps on her bed and asked, "Will you tell me a story?"
With a smile of amusement, Juarez went back to sitting on her bed and sighed. "Dont tell anyone, ok?"
"Ok!"
~~~~
In the dangerous part of town, where there was alot of robbery, murder, and different types of crime, Juarez was walking down the streets with her expression showing pride. She didn't pay any attention to anything. The grey jill knew that if any trouble she would be involve into, she'll try to get out of it.
As any usual kind of toonish "accidents", a rope couldn't hold the weight of the piano as it was being lifted from the ground to the building. The sound of the rope being break, the piano was going to fall onto Juarez. Looking up, she noticed it was heading straight towards her. It was too late to move out of the way. Only her fate would decide.
Just when it was going to crush the helpless grey jill, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way. Juarez didn't open her eyes for a couple of minutes. She thought death has already happened to her. Slowly opening her eyes, Juarez saw a weasel with brown fur, markings, and green eyes. He wore a black hat and a grey shirt under his black jacket.
There was a moment of silence as they looked into eachother's eyes.
"Hey." Juarez greeted.
"Hi." he said, letting go of her arm.
She began wiping the dust off of her orange button up shirt with her black vest. Scratching the back of her head, Juarez didn't looked at the weasel who rescued her. "Thanks for saving me..."
He shrugged before he said, "Whatever."
That wasn't the replied she expected.
"Whatever? What's your deal?"
"Nothing. What do you want?"
"At least tell me your name so I can properly thank you." Juarez said as she crossed her arms and looked at the brown weasel challengely.
"Aj." he said.
"What does that stand for?" she asked, cocking her brow.
Aj hesitated when he heard the question. He tried his best to look calm. "None of your buisness."
Before he could leave Juarez standing there on the sidewalk, she touched his shoulder gently and smiled.
"Look, I owe you, so why not we go to the best club I know?"
At first, Aj didn't know what to say to her kind offer. He didn't want everybody to think he turned soft; he wanted to keep his reputation as a tough guy. But going to a nice club wouldn't change anything.
"Fine, I'll go." said Aj.
Angel and Juarez (c) Me.
Dont use them without my permission or her's.
***********************************************************************************************
As the afternoon's weather was getting dark and dull, inside of the headquarters of the law enforcements toons there was Juarez; sitting on her bed with a picture that she only knew. A knock on the door was heard. Turning her attention to the door, Psycho entered with his laughter of insanity. It wasn't surprising for the grey jill since she knew that Smartguy was angry at her for not doing her job. Juarez pay no attention to him.
"Juarez! Juarez! Juarez!" Psycho repeatedly calling her.
"What?!" Juarez asked, putting down the picture as she glared at the weasel. She was not in the mood for his annoyance and insanity.
"Boss says if you don't go back to work, he says you better practice writing without a hand~" the psychotic weasel said with a giggle.
The grey jill glared at Psycho before she replied sourly,"Go away..."
He didn't. The insane weasel jumped on the bed and snatche the picture from her hand before she reacted.
"Hey!"
Not listening, Psycho examined the picture of a small , white kit who almost looks exactly like Juarez. The kit in the picture has hazel eyes, brown markings, white fur, long hair that reaches to her shoulders, and a smile that you touches your heart. The kit in the picture was wrapped with a pink blanket around her body as her expression was curious but seems to be happy about it. Confused, the psychopathic weasel glanced at Juarez and then went back to the picture. There was a grey arm carrying the kit and he recognized it.
"Juarez...?" Psycho began, but for some reason couldn't continue because for the fact that he was shocked.
"Yes, Psycho," she nodded. "that's my kit."
"How come you never mentioned her? Oh! I'm telling boss!" he said, getting off from his bed and began to run towards the door.
Juarez gasped and quickly tried to catch up with him before he could ever reached the doorknob. But, once the insane weasel did, she grabbed his arm and didn't let go. Using all her grip on Psycho, the grey jill made him look at her eye-to-eye.
"Dont tell the boss! I'll get kick out or worse!"
"Heehee, I just do whatever."
"I'm serious! I need this job before I can find a better one. Please Psycho." said Juarez, staring at him with sadness in her eyes as her ears lowered down.
There was something everybody knows; a crazy person doesn't think, care, or actually feel for anybody else but themselves. But seeing Juarez begging like this, he knew telling on her would end up in a bad situation. Nodding really fast, Psycho pulled his arm away from her and smiled widely.
The crazy weasel jumps on her bed and asked, "Will you tell me a story?"
With a smile of amusement, Juarez went back to sitting on her bed and sighed. "Dont tell anyone, ok?"
"Ok!"
~~~~
In the dangerous part of town, where there was alot of robbery, murder, and different types of crime, Juarez was walking down the streets with her expression showing pride. She didn't pay any attention to anything. The grey jill knew that if any trouble she would be involve into, she'll try to get out of it.
As any usual kind of toonish "accidents", a rope couldn't hold the weight of the piano as it was being lifted from the ground to the building. The sound of the rope being break, the piano was going to fall onto Juarez. Looking up, she noticed it was heading straight towards her. It was too late to move out of the way. Only her fate would decide.
Just when it was going to crush the helpless grey jill, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way. Juarez didn't open her eyes for a couple of minutes. She thought death has already happened to her. Slowly opening her eyes, Juarez saw a weasel with brown fur, markings, and green eyes. He wore a black hat and a grey shirt under his black jacket.
There was a moment of silence as they looked into eachother's eyes.
"Hey." Juarez greeted.
"Hi." he said, letting go of her arm.
She began wiping the dust off of her orange button up shirt with her black vest. Scratching the back of her head, Juarez didn't looked at the weasel who rescued her. "Thanks for saving me..."
He shrugged before he said, "Whatever."
That wasn't the replied she expected.
"Whatever? What's your deal?"
"Nothing. What do you want?"
"At least tell me your name so I can properly thank you." Juarez said as she crossed her arms and looked at the brown weasel challengely.
"Aj." he said.
"What does that stand for?" she asked, cocking her brow.
Aj hesitated when he heard the question. He tried his best to look calm. "None of your buisness."
Before he could leave Juarez standing there on the sidewalk, she touched his shoulder gently and smiled.
"Look, I owe you, so why not we go to the best club I know?"
At first, Aj didn't know what to say to her kind offer. He didn't want everybody to think he turned soft; he wanted to keep his reputation as a tough guy. But going to a nice club wouldn't change anything.
"Fine, I'll go." said Aj.
