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Post by The Unknown on Nov 27, 2008 17:30:34 GMT -5
I'm so sorry everyone, but I don't think I'll be continuing (much less finishing) Orphan. Not right now, maybe. I'm going to be starting my life in less than two weeks and I'm going to be busy. I'm also focusing more towards original work (if you haven't read my post about wanting to start flash animation). I'm so sorry to disappoint you all and leave you in a cliff hanger/dead series. =(
Keep a lookout for me on Newgrounds or any other art-related place. I'll be under the name "Bloody Cheery." You won't see anything soon, but eventually. I can't even start practicing animation for...mmm...possibly a few years. Just keep a lookout!
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Post by Larissa Gaines. (: on Dec 20, 2008 11:20:51 GMT -5
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? ? NO!!!!! crap...... This one was my favorite too!!!! Man........
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Dec 20, 2008 20:34:48 GMT -5
It's OK. I quit mine, too. It's fine to stop. But you're a helluva writer!!! Lots of you here are> Pretty much all of you!
I'm more of a playwriter. I know, it kinda sucks.
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Post by psychoangel51402 on Dec 20, 2008 22:37:04 GMT -5
hurrah for the fabulous Mr. Toad! i imagine he's a HUGE thorn in the Toon Patrol's side, with his regular manias! i used him in my fanfic, too!
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Post by disneyplease on May 23, 2010 17:32:37 GMT -5
I must say out of all the fanfictions on this site, this one really catches me, I like it alot. its ashame the unknown doe'snt respond here anymore
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Post by psychojr on May 23, 2010 18:05:59 GMT -5
hollycrap good start.
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Post by disneyplease on May 23, 2010 18:47:14 GMT -5
I know !
Disney Please!
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Post by The Unknown on Nov 29, 2010 3:40:24 GMT -5
Hey guys! If you haven't noticed...I'm back! Sort of. Not so sure if I'm picking this one back up, but I've got the full layout of it. I'm incredibly busy with work and a wonderful relationship I got into, plus the fact that Windows 7 screwed up all of my programs and files...so again, not so sure if I'll pick this one up so soon! I've got this powerful urge that I need to...perhaps Sam is kicking me swiftly in the brain? Hahaha. No promises! Just a pinch of hope! Keep your eyes peeled, my children...
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Post by Weasel Freak on Nov 29, 2010 23:07:39 GMT -5
Yaaay~! I'm happy. I'll definitely be on the lookout.
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Post by Lola on Nov 29, 2010 23:09:43 GMT -5
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Post by The Unknown on Dec 4, 2010 4:25:53 GMT -5
Hey guys! As promised, here's chapter 2! Or part of it. I started getting sleepy while typing this and can't stay awake much longer. I'll leave this for now until I have time again to work on this. Don't expect it so soon. Here you go!
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Chaper Two
The Toon Patrol's headquarters was located in the heart of downtown L.A. as Sam soon came to realize. She also realized that their headquarters ended up being a dirty old building with broken windows sealed with planks and mold growing on the walls. The looks of the place outside alone made Sam feel slightly queezy. "What have I gotten myself into," she thought to herself. Then again, these guys WERE toons, so appearances of living quarters did not seem appealing nor important to them at all. For now it didn't matter whether it was comfortable or not as long as they provided her with a roof over her head and a bed to sleep on. What she was not going to expect was any amount of peace.
Not long after Sam had stepped out of the van and began surveying her new home did the Weasels begin to harass their new maid. Psycho and Wheezy threw each of Sam's bags out onto the road. She had begun a short tantrum when Smart Ass came around the corner of the van and shoved her onto the road, yelling at how clumsy she was to have dropped all of her luggage. Sam had noted the large smug on his face and wanted anything to make it disappear. The Weasels made their way inside the building while Sam struggled to carry her bags back onto the curb.
Sam: Hey! Any of you guys going to help me with this?
Smart Ass: *turns toward her* What? And ruin my suit? I don't 'tink so. Besides, yous look like you can handle it yerself.
Greasy: Si, boss. After all, you got all the way here carrying those bags yourself, si Princess?
Sam hissed in annoyance, but decided not to argue further on the subject. She threw one bag over her shoulder and carried the rest on each arm. The Weasels were already halfway up the stairs by the time Sam made it inside. Climbing the stairs was a struggle and by the time she was up by 4 flights Sam was exhausted. The Weasels showed no concern towards their new maid and instead took to taunting her. Sam's temper rose and showed by the redness on her face. She made an effort into catching up by dragging her bags along the stairs. The air was getting hotter and more stuffy. Humidity made Sam start to sweat and her clothes stick to her skin. Sam began to grunt after the 7th flight of stairs. By 13, she had finally made it to the top with the others.
Smart Ass: What the heck took ya so long, Pest? Wes been waitin' longer than paint dryin'.
Sam: *panting* Well, maybe if I had received help from you guys would I have gotten up here sooner!
Smart Ass: Now you listen to me! If you want help or ANYTHING that sounds like a decent request you're going to have to show us some respect! That mouth of yers ain't gonna get you anything more than a smack. Any protests or language used towards us gives you one eye. Any sort of violet-
Sam: I get it already.
Smart Ass: *scowls* I don't like yer tone of voice.
Sam: I don't like standing at the foot of these stairs with all these bags in my arms while your ugly face is in my way.
Smart Ass lunged towards her. Sam took a step back and found herself to be falling backwards. Just before she fully lost her balance and ended up with broken bones, Stupid grabbed her by the hair and helped her back up. Smart Ass gave Stupid a look and Stupid took that as a command to let go of Sam. Sam flinched slightly when Smart Ass grabbed her by the collar and pulled her towards him.
Smart Ass: I see a bit of a problem if tings continue to be this way. I tink I didn't give yous a proper introduction. I'm Smart Ass. I hate brats like you who tink yous can do whatever you please. I have a way to figure this problem if it repeats and you. [begins to move face closer] Won't. Like. It. One. Bit. I forward that.
He threw Sam down to the ground and made his way to the door. Smart Ass gestured towards Stupid in a "come here now" fashion. Stupid creeped over with a fearful look in his eyes. Just as he plopped down did Smart Ass raise his fist and punch him hard in the stomach. Stupid yelped and suddenly a key shot out of his mouth. Smart Ass grabbed it and used it to unlock the door. The others shoved their ways inside and closed the door.
Sam remained on the ground completely dumbfounded. She seemed at a loss for words on her situation. For one, it wasn't exactly on her list to be living with strangers in a building. Two, it wasn't exactly on her list to be living in an old broken building with cartoon weasels that wanted nothing more than to watch her spill her blood. Sam always seemed to get herself into bad situations and repeatedly kept making them worse on herself. It didn't seem to help that she would constantly blame these mistakes on her childish naivity - or "I go through with something without thinking about the consequences" - either. Despite all that she was glad she had made it alive to California...but for how long?
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Post by Lola on Dec 4, 2010 10:41:16 GMT -5
Yay new chapter I love how you portray Smartass
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Post by The Forgoten One on Dec 4, 2010 10:43:43 GMT -5
nice
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Post by Fisi on Dec 4, 2010 11:47:19 GMT -5
Ah man, poor Sam
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Post by disneyplease on Dec 4, 2010 11:52:51 GMT -5
YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
HURRAY for the Unknown
(clapping my hands like crazy)
DisneyPlease!
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