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Post by Sodapop on Feb 22, 2008 21:11:01 GMT -5
INTRODUCTION
Hey, I'm Two-Bits! I have long, chocolate-brown hair that's slightly squared off in the back. It matches up perfectly with my dark-blue eyes and fair skin. If you really want to know, I have thin lips and a small nose, but no freckles (Yay me! xD). I love to make the cracks and I am 75% of the time a Smart Ass. I'm funny without meaning to be and I'm better off being a Toon. A year ago, my motto was, "My one purpose in life is to make people laugh". I had changed that to, "Big things come in small packages". I usually wear a navy-blue hoodie with a white shirt underneath. On my hoodie it says Hawk in that cursive type of writing. The letters are red with a thin line of white around it. I also either wear black jeans, my worn-out blue jeans, or army pants.
I myself am a cartoonist and I have already created a Toon: Snicker, the hyena. Not the same Snicker as the Toon Patrol's cousins, but I can explain. When I watched him pop out of my cartoon, he snickered. I didn't like any other names, and he looks like a Snicker. So I decided that Snicker should be his name. Snicker can't stop making funny remarks to save his life. He smarts off to the cops alot, but he really can't help it. Everything he says is just so irresistibly funny that he just has to let the police in on it to brighten up their dull lives. Or at least that's how he explained it to me. Snicker carries a blade. Not for protection. Just to show it off. It's his reward for walking around in a store for two hours. The workers had grew suspicious, so they kicked him out. But it was too late. Snicker had hidden it under his shirt, and by the time they found out, he was gone. Snicker thinks it's fun to swipe everything that isn't nailed down. Snicker is silver-ish gray with a black muzzle. His coal-black hair kicks out in the front. He combs it every day. His hair, next to his blade, is his pride and joy. He also greases it a little. Like a drop of grease every now and then. He wears a black shirt with a light green, almost-glowing skull in the middle. The letter S is above the skull and the letter H is below it. He also wears a golden loophole earing. Snicker wears army pants with four pockets on the front and two in the back. He cut the knees off of them (He cuts horribly, so it looks like he BIT the knee caps off). He has a smile that looks like Smart Ass's, only a little wider. He tries to get girls alot, though they always turn him down because he's a hyena. He also loves to laugh. And he does it about a million times a day. He has to be careful, though, because we know what happens when you can't stop laughing.
I hope you like my up coming fic! ;D
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Post by Sewer Weasel on Feb 22, 2008 21:27:21 GMT -5
Um... Wow..... Can't wait to see the first chapter... This looks really interesting! I hope Flame doesn't kill you for stealing the name or the idea, whichever came first.
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Post by Sodapop on Feb 22, 2008 23:37:51 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1. SNICKER'S POV PICKY
When I walked out of the Bar I had two things on my mind: Keith West and a ride home. I wished I looked like Keith. He looks tough and I don't. He is small for his age and isn't really a toughy at heart, but he looks like it. He also has blue eyes and I don't. I have black eyes. I hate most guys with black eyes. Toons can't really walk alone much or else they'll get jumped. I could've called Keith, or as most people call him, Two-Bits, and he would've walked with me. Or I could have called Rhonda, one of the gang, and she would have come to pick me up in her red Ford. But I don't use my head. It drives Rhonda nuts when I do that. I have a high IQ and everything, but I don't use my head. Besides, I like walking. I decided I didn't like so much though when I spotted that black mustang trailing me. I was about two blocks from home, so I started walking faster. But it didn't really help, the fast walking. The black mustang pulled up beside me and I automaticly hitched my thumbs in my pockets, wondering if I could get away if I made a break for it. "Oh, crap," I whispered. My hands started getting clammy and sweat started running down my back. I shivered, even though I was cold. I get like that when I'm real scared. The doors on the mustang flung open, and two guys got out. The first was big and muscular, and was about 6 feet tall, though he looked only 17 or 18. The second was a little shorter, at about 4 feet. His eyes were one of a kind, two peices of pale blue-green ice. "Well, well. Lookie here. I think we've found ourselves a Toon." the first one sneered. I could smell the alcohol heavy in his breath. I couldn't help it. "Looks like I've found myself some smart beer blasters," I sneered back. "If you're lookin' fer a fight...." "Maybe I am." I reached in my back pocket and took out my blade. I flipped it open. "Look, buster, we've got four more of us in the back seat..." "Then pity the back seat," I said to the sky. Their faces got red. The first one whistled a high note and the back doors on the mustang opened. Four more guys stepped out and surrounded me faster than I could act on. I decided to step down. I couldn't handle all of them at once. Plus they couldn't kill me even if they tried. I'm a Toon. Toons can't die... One of them tossed a bottle to the first. "Need a bath?" he said, approaching me slowly. I didn't say nothin'. There isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged. "Need a shower, inky?" He turned the bottle so I could read the cover. My eyes dramaticly widened with horror. On the bottle it said TURPINTINE. I finally thought of something to say. "No." I was starting to back up and of course I backed right into one of them. He had me down in a second. He had me pinned to the ground. The guy was sitting on my knees and elbows, and if you don't think that hurts, you're crazy. I could smell tabacco and english leather and I wondered foolishly if I would choke to death before they did anything. I was so scared, I was wishing I would. "Too bad." The first one was leaning over me. He twisted the cap off the bottle. "Say hello to the devil for me." I then realized I had to act, and fast. I closed my eyes and I started screaming for Two-Bits, Rhonda, anyone. Someone covered my mouth and I bit down on their hand. I didn't have to bite hard with my razor-sharp teeth. I tasted the blood dripping in my mouth. I heard a muttered curse and got slugged. I let go. I started to scream again, but somebody was stuffing a handkercheif in my mouth. The guy with my death sentence kept saying, "Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!" Before long I heard the pounding of feet and the guy that was sitting on me jumped off. 'They just left me to lie here,' I thought. Someone was hauling me up by my armpits. "Snicker? Snicker! You alright?" It was Two-Bits. I could tell partly because of his voice and partly because he was always worried about me. I muttered a muffled cry. I opened my eyes. Two-Bits was pulling the handkercheif out of my mouth. "You had me worried there fer a second. I thought you might've fainted on me." I tasted my mouth. It was salty. "I think the handkercheif's already used," I said, spitting. Two-Bits chuckled. Rhonda was bounding over. By then I figured out that all the noise was the gang coming to get me.
Rhonda's a Toon fox. A swift, smart one at that, too. She is orange, of course, with black-tipped pointed ears and a black-tipped tail. Her paws/hands are also black. None of the gang wears gloves. Her green eyes somehow manage to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time. She wears a dark-green tanktop that shows her belly. To match, she also wears long bell-bottom jeans. She, unlike me, wears shoes. Big, black half-heels. Rhonda doesn't understand anything that isn't plain hard fact. "Hey, Snicky." She likes to call me 'Snicky' for some reason. I don't like it but I can deal with it later. That's what I always tell myself when she calls me that, but I never deal with it. The gang had been chasing away the mustang, throwing rocks at it. Two more peeps started toward us, one a Toon and the other a human.
The Toon is Chedder. He's a rat about an inch bigger than Jerry from the Tom and Jerry show. He's dark gray with black ears, red eyes and a pink tail. Though they are blood red, Chedder's eyes look cute. He doesn't wear any clothes, except for his black mini baseball cap, which he turns backwards. He comes up with smart ideas for us. He has, for some strange reason, a weak British accent. Though he looks mean, he is really quite a gentleman.
If you can imagine a dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and lost in a crowd of strangers, you'll have Casey. She has dark, almost-black eyes that always look careful and suspicious. She jumps at the slightest surprises and is always figety, and the beating she got from the Javiar gang didn't help matters. She's half mexican, half chinese, though she looks more mexican. Casey wears her dark hair in a ponytail. She ties a red ribbon around the band that holds it up. Her parents don't care about her. She walks in the house, they don't say anything. She goes out, they don't ask where. They completely ignore her, even if she tries to talk to them. If it weren't for the gang, she wouldn't know what love and affection are. She wears a yellow sleeveless shirt and a golden skirt. She fits her small feet into shiny black shoes that look like tappers. "Let's get out of here before they come back," Chedder says in his usual sqeacky voice. Rhonda had to walk to her house and pick up her Ford. She drove us home.
The next chapter will be here tommarow!! ;D Hope you like it!!
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Feb 23, 2008 8:02:46 GMT -5
Great job!!!! I'm waiting 4 more... Oh and I posted my new chapter!!!!
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Post by Sodapop on Feb 23, 2008 10:54:02 GMT -5
CHAPTER. 2 TWO-BITS' POV THE NIGHT CLUB
By the time we got home, I had already noticed how pale Snicker was. He was as white as a sheet. So I decided we should have a smoke. A smoke always lessens the tension. Everybody agreed and we ended up hanging out in the backyard. That was when we heard Jarred walk into the house.
Jarred is the last member of our gang. I like to draw him when he's in his dangerous mood, for then I could get his personality down on a few lines. Jarred's a Toon coyote. He's gray with red-tinged fur. He has an elfish face, with triangular glowing-green eyes and a pointed muzzle. Jerred's teeth are the sharpest you'd ever see. He could easily bite your arm off if that was his wish. Jerred wears a dirty white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He wears worn-out blue jeans and a golden bracelet that's decorated with a emereld on his right ankle. He's also a hood. He's been in the cooler for stealing, cheating, lying, rolling drunks, jumping small kids....... for just about everything. Jerred has quite a reputation down at the police station, and he's proud of it. Casey admires him. I don't like him, but you have to respect him.
"Wha's up?" he asked as soon as he spotted us hanging around. "I didn't know you were out of the cooler yet, Jerry." Snicker said. We call him Jerry. "Good behavior. Got off early." Jerred anounced. Snicker chucked him a weed. That's when I noticed Jerred's single ring was back on his finger. "Break up with Sylvia again?" I asked. "Yeah, and this time it's for good. The weasel was two-timin' me while I was in jail." He threw his ciggarette butt on the ground. "I'm goin' to the Nightly Double tonight to try to catch a few girls. Anyone wanna join me?" Rhonda sighed, like I knew she would. "I'm working tonight. Otherwise I'd come to watch a few movies." "I was planning on getting boozed, but if I don't I'll walk over there and meet ya," Snicker told us. His color was back and he wasn't shaking anymore. "Me and Casey'll go," I said. I knew Casey wouldn't talk unless she was forced to. I threw my cig butt on the ground. "Great. I'll pick you up at 7:30." "Isn't that a little early?" I asked. "I have to run a few erands before we tumble to the Nightly Double," he said, a mischevious grin on his face. I rolled my eyes. "Fine."
Snicker went off to the Bar before Jerred came to pick me and Casey up. I knew when Jerred said he had some erands, he meant stealing. I told him I wasn't going to be a part of anything that could harm my reputation. He was fine with that. We had pulled up by a Walgreens. Jerred had gone in with a list and came out with soda, shampoo, drawing and painting supplies (For me), a few boxes of weeds, and cinnamon gum. He was out before they noticed something was gone. After that, we drove to the Nightly Double. The entrance fee was 5$ per person, which we could afford. But Jerry wasn't gonna pay if he had a million bucks. He doesn't follow the laws. Actually, he goes around trying to break them. We snuck in the back way. Jerry was walkin' to the front seats when he spotted two chics, both humans. He walked up and took a seat behind them. He started talking dirty loudly. When he wants to, he can say some very dirty things. I guess he wanted to then. He continued his dirty talk, and when the girls didn't reply, he beat his own record of saying something dirty. One of the girls turned around."Go stick your @$$ up a pipe, Michael Jackson." This only made Jerry know that they knew he was there. "Wanna have a coke, honey buns?" The other girl turned around. "Stop harrasing us or we'll call the cops." "Ooh, I'm sooo scared." He was getting bored now. He leaned a little closer. "Try to guess what I've been in for." Jerry had on a devilish grin. "Please stop it," the first girl pleaded. "I'll think about it." He got up and went to the snack bar. Jerry came back with five cokes. He tossed one to me and and anouther to Casey. We were sitting behind Jerry now. Jerry tapped the girls on the shoulders and gave each a drink. The first one sipped her coke casually, while the second glared at him. "I wouldn't drink your coke if I was starving in a dessert!" And with that, she threw the coke in his face. He wiped the soda off with his sleeve. He had on his dangerous face now. If I was them, I'd beat it out of there. You just don't talk to Jerry like that. "Well, that's the way I like my girls." He put his feet up on the girls' chairs. He started to reach up when Casey stopped him. "L-leave them alone, Jerry." The move had caught Jerry off guard. Casey couldn't say 'boo' to a goose, much less than tell her hero what to do. If it had been me or someone else, anyone else than Casey, he would have flattened them without hesitating. But Casey was the gang's pet. He couldn't hurt her. Jerry got up and left and didn't come back. We decided to move away from the girls, who were glaring at us. We moved to the back seats. We settled down. Then a pair of hands grabbed at out shoulders. "Alright, now your gonna get it," someone snarled. I was about to jump out of my skin. I turned my head, and there was Snicker. He was grinning ear to ear. "Snicker!" I said, releived. He snickered. I glanced at Casey. Her eyes were shut tight and she was as white as a sheet. She was taking in quivering breaths. "Sorry, kiddo. I forgot," Snicker told her, patting her shoulder. He jumped over a chair and took a seat between us. "Do you know where Jerry went?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah. That's why I came over here. Mr. Dan Javiar was looking for whoever so kindly slashed his car's tires, and since Rocky Javiar saw Jerry doing it, well.... Does Jerry have a blade?" "I don't think so. He has a old peice of pipe, but he busted his blade this morning." "Good. Dan'll fight fair if Jerry doesn't pull a blade on 'em." "Yep," I said, sipping on my coke. "Anywho, I'm gonna go hunt a poker game. You better get home. I heard a fight's going on in the other side of the N.D., and nobody in the right mind wants to be here when the fuzz show."
I hope you guys like it! ;D I'll try to do the second chappy tomarrow, kay?
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Feb 23, 2008 12:27:26 GMT -5
OK!!!
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Post by Sodapop on Feb 24, 2008 17:08:09 GMT -5
I can't do it today. I'll do it tomarrow.
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Feb 25, 2008 14:11:58 GMT -5
Oh alright...
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Post by Eternity on Feb 25, 2008 15:29:54 GMT -5
This fic kinda silly, but in a good way! I mean that in a good way.
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Feb 27, 2008 7:39:28 GMT -5
(Laughs) You've got to admit we're all kinda silly here!!
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Post by Sewer Weasel on Feb 29, 2008 11:14:40 GMT -5
So??? Where the 'Chappy' I'm itching to see what happens next!
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Post by Sodapop on Mar 4, 2008 11:41:15 GMT -5
I'm stuck.
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Post by Sodapop on Mar 4, 2008 11:43:05 GMT -5
*GASPS* I have a idea!!!
Kurumi, can you be my fic helper? Everybody has one now! Please? I can give you sneak peeks!
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Post by Sodapop on Mar 4, 2008 12:28:11 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3 RHONDA'S POV
I finished work and was pulling up my car in the driveway. I parked it and stepped out of the Van. I stepped on something, and it wasn't the ground. I put my full weight on it and- WHOOSH!! I zoomed halfway down the slightly slanted driveway. I fell off of whatever I was standing on and hit the ground. I hit my head so hard I saw stars. I looked at what had caused all the commotion. A skateboard. Snicker's skateboard. That freaking Hyena! He never puts away anything! He's gonna kill the humans one day. God. So annoying. I picked up the skateboard. I started to the house when I heard a noise. Hmm. Who would be out this late at night? I heard footsteps and I stopped. I listened. The footsteps were getting louder. 'Take a deep breath,' said my Voice. Yes, I have a Voice inside my head. More on that later. I obeyed without question. Suddenly there was a hard blow on my back. It knocked the air out of me. Someone punched me! As soon as I recovered, I twirled around. Whoever did that was gonna pay! Like I didn't already have enough on my hands. And then somebody goes and PUNCHES me! A Nightly Agent was standing in front of me. I should known. They wanted information. The agent stepped into the light of a street lamp and I realized I knew the agent: Ari. The guy was a Eraser: He was capable of transforming into a wolf-man. He was made at the School. Its not a school School, but a secret lab type-thing. The psycho-scientists who work there take the DNA of other animals and inject it into human embreyos. Then when it's born, they steal the mutant baby from its mother and take it to the School. They keep it in a dog crate. When it isn't in the crate, they're performing horrid tests on it. I have never seen the School, but I know where it is located: Death Valley, above the Badwater Basin. Could it be in a more perfect place? Erasers were used as guards, spies- and exicutioners. "Nice to see you again," he snarled. "It's a pleasure," I snarled back. "I need your help." "Why?" I asked, letting suspiction enter my voice. "Because you owe me." That was a fact. I DID owe him. But why should I be helping a evil wacko dog-boy? "I'm not helping you! Give me one reason to help YOU." "Fair is fair." I shook my head in surprise and disaprovement. "Oh, PLEASE tell me you have a better motive then THAT." I made my voice sound as cold as ice. "Nothing's fair. LIFE isn't fair." I took a step closer. "That is the STUPIDEST thing I have EVER heard. Try 'Help me or I will rip out your spine and beat you with it'. I MIGHT respond to that. MAYBE."
His face was so red, it could have glowed in the dark. I had a feeling he was more mad at himself then at me.
"And my response wouldn't have been, 'Fine, I'll help you.' at all, either. So don't you even try. "What you and your nutty scientist friends don't realize is that I'm a actual person. I'm going to vary. WE VARY. You can tell yourself you're doing this to help the world, but you are really destroying it. You guys are just psycho puppetmasters that probably didn't date enough in high school." When I said THAT, he ran over to me and tried to freaking CHOKE me. I started to punch and kick like crazy. I kicked a good one on the side of his face before he backed away and listened to his earpeice. In a few seconds he was done. He actually licked his chops and rubbed his hands together, as if he learned how to be a bad guy from saterday morning television. He then jumped away. When he was half a block away, he turned his head and yelled, "I'll be back!" If I had a nickel for every time I heard THAT...
Now about my Voice. That stupid Voice inside my head showed up about a month ago. I might be nuts, I dunno. All I know is that it is extremely annoying and it won't go away. When I need some info and want it to speak, it doesn't reply. But when I want it to shut up, it gets chatty. And it normally speaks in riddles. So annoying. 'It depends on how you look at it, Rhonda.' the Voice told me. 'I just might be the most helpful thing you can get in your entire life.' 'Whatever' I told it silently.
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Mar 4, 2008 15:30:44 GMT -5
Cool awesome great chapter!!! I sure will help you!!! I´m used to being asked things like that!!! I´ll try my best!!
---Cuz you´re special...---
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