Post by Poppii on Aug 10, 2009 11:39:11 GMT -5
The title's in all caps, so you know it's a good read.
Haha no, but ah, currently, I'm residin' in the absolutely beautiful Disneyland Resort in California. Real ironic too, considerin' the fact that I find myself real fond of the Toon Patrol presently, though I've yet ta see Mickey's Toon Town. Any how, Apologies for my mindless ramblin', I traveled down there with a good chum O' mine and on the way, I started typin' somethin' out on my Itouch, just for pleasure.
Haha, ta be gosh darn honest, I ain't no writer. Though, this was just something that leaped outta my noggin' and onto my Itouch, and I ain't one to think negatively of somethin' done for pure amusement.
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A misty haze of smoke slowly filled one of the desolate motel apartment's bedrooms as the sun upon toon town began to set beneath the horizon.
The bedroom itself was in shambles, resembling that of a storage closet of some sort. Boxes upon boxes of useless materials were distrubted about the room carelessly, as if awaiting to be moved. Papers were scattered all around the room, as well as trash, hiding any sort of evidence that there had previously been a floor were the objects now laid. Amongst it's littered belongings laid two beds, that of which were strained, dingy, and tousled with worn looking blankets.
A loud wheezing noise emitted from one of the obscene looking beds, a harsh sigh soon following after. The smoke ridden weasel had seated itself upon the edge of the bed, cigarette held possessively in his hand. He raised the cancerous stick to his mouth for a brief moment and breathed in, savouring the taste of the remains of his cigarette. After a moment or so, the weasel softly exhaled the smoke, a hushed cough trailing behind. Smoke continued circling about the room, a look of disdain on the creature's face.
Wheezy was tired.
He wasn't depressed, he wasn't aggitated, he wasn't sleepy, he was just simply tired. Exhausted perhaps.
Day in and day out with the Toon Patrol was more than a little burdensome at times, rough however seemed a more befitting term. Heists were pulled on a regular basis, anonymous deals were made with those whom had no business doing business, and a numerous amount of other illegal activities had went down within Toon Town, as well as in Los Angeles. However, that wasn't exactly what was making him weary.
He was basically tired of everything. Life, it exhausted him, whether he participated in the endeavors of the Toon Patrol or not. He was a toon, but regardless of his species, it was all taking a toll on him. The work, his body, his thoughts and emotions; he was just so tired.
His cigarettes were a nicety in all of this, something to calm his ruffled nerves and give him a euphoric sensation like no other.
But even now, after so long, it was beginning to give him a tired feeling too.
Even having been smoking all his life as a toon, how it was beginning to make him tired without any sort of warning beforehand was a bit astounding. Though, he didn't think much into it.
He let a large sum of smoke release itself from his lungs, mixing with the toxic fumes already lounging about in the air.
He lifted his cigarette to his mouth once more, only to be stopped seconds later by a hesitant knock on the door.
" Wh... Hgck! ... Who is it? " Wheezy croaked out, the sentence itself barely above a whisper.
" Duh.... Uh, Stupid? " The larger weasel reluctantly replied, hiding himself behind the slightly opened door.
" Well... Hrck! what do ya.... Hack! want? "
" Ya looked awfully sad earlier today. Duh, Are ya okay? "
Wheezy scoffed loudly at the other's question.
" No I- Hgrck! No, I ain't alright. "
Stupid quietly let himself into the room, and dawdled over to the other's worn bed, hoping to get a better view of the disraught weasel. He sat on the bed's edge amongst the unkept sheets. After having settled himself on the matress, he looked to the other.
" Duh, How come? "
" It ain't any of your- Kcahack! Of your business. "
" Why not? "
" Ya wouldn't understand. Why- Whucack! don't ya just leave? "
" But I could try! I can understand if I think real hard like! "
Wheezy merely looked at the other questionably. It felt somewhat off, having another person obtain such determination to better understand his own dilemma. Maybe he would understand. It would have been a rather astounding feat, but there were first times for everything. A second or so later, he answered the dense rodent, weariness lacing his own voice.
" I'm just tired.- Hgrack! " He wheezed out.
" Tired? Then why don't'cha take a nap? " Stupid retorted questionably, fiddeling with a nearby pillow.
" I ain't- Hck! That kinda tired! "
" Buh, What else kinda tired is there? "
" I'm just- Gracghk! ... "
At this, he slowed the pace of his speech, hoping to shorten the amount of wheezing emitting from his sore throat. "...I'm just feeling a lil beaten up. " He breathed in tiredly, then exhaled. He continued, " Just a bit wrestless with livin' the way I do. Just a bit... Tired. "
There was a long silence as Wheezy finished his statement. Stupid looked at the other in curious fascination, trying to understand the weasel's conflict. After about a minute of contemplating the information he had acquired, he replied.
" ... So.... You got beaten up from wrestlin' with a guy named life and that's why your real sleepy! " He proclaimed happily, assuming his own statement was correct.
Wheezy merely stared, in an offputting sort of awe, at the other. He was right, in a way. Well, enough. Stupid still didn't really understand. Never really had, whether he tried or not. Though, oddly enough, this had been one of those rarities in which he had thought beforehand of what the answer could be.
It was endearing to say the least.
" Wuhack!... Yeah, that's it. " Wheezy replied hoarsely.
" Duh, Oh boy, really?! Wow that's swell! " Stupid exclaimed, a tinge of excitement in his voice.
" Yeah. Real swell. " The other retorted aggravatingly.
" Duh, but uh, I sure don't like bein' sleepy any how. I'm real sorry that your so tired. "
Wheezy merely replied by means of a shrug of his shoulders, spit out the remains of his cigarette from his mouth. Lazily, he pulled a small carton of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his vest, retrieving one of the cigarettes from the battered container.
Stupid continued talking, his feet swinging back and forth off the edge of the bed.
" Duh, I don't like bein' real sad neither any. When ever I get real sad, I always like ta play somethin'. "
Wheezy looked at him questionably.
" Play? Gack! "
" Yeah! Like a... Dur, game. Like, uh, hoppity scotch. Or uh, marbles. I like playin' marbles, that's my favorite. Dey come in all sortsa real pretty colors. Like red and blue and yellow. "
Wheezy thought the whole thing was more than a little childish and, as redundant as it was to say, stupid. Though, he felt the need to patronise the other.
" Really? "
" Yeah! And, duh, whenever I see all dem pretty colors and play with the little marbles, It always makes me feel better. "
Stupid paused for a second, his eyes averting towards the ceiling, and his own mind stuck in a state of contemplation. After a second or so, he brought his eyes back down towards wheezy, a broad grin on his already exuberant features.
" Hey, why don't we play? "
Wheezy halted his meaneaul task of lighting the newly obtained cigarette in his hand and lifted his head up too look at the larger weasel, eyes wide in surprise. He was a little baffled at the other's consideration for his own well being, and even moreso when Stupid exclaimed that they ought to kill some time together, regardless if it was a petty game of marbles.
Maybe he was astounded by the denser weasel's action because those in the Toon Patrol weren't exactly warm-hearted or considerate to each other, or anyone else within Toon Town for that matter. Perhaps it was that, of all the weasel's within the small toon force, Stupid was the nicest of all of them, despite his naivety and lack of intelligence.
Though, at this point it didn't really matter.
Wheezy continued to look at the other, blank expression on his own face. Several minutes of silence within the confines of the room had passed before the smoke ridden weasel finally made his reply.
" I... Yeah-Hack! .... Why not. I ain't got nothin' better ta do. "
At this, Stupid happily bounced on the warn, strained mattress beneath him, clapping his hands in approval at the other's answer.
" Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Gee, I can't wait! "
Wheezy let out a harsh cough under his breath, a small exasperated sigh following after.
" Yeah yeah, let's just get goin' with this game before I get even tireder. "
" Oakey Doakey! " Stupid pushed himself off the matress, creating a low thud from his impact on the rotted wooden floor beneath him. He looked to the other excitedly, motioning for Wheezy to follow, whom in turn did so in a hasty fashion.
" Duh, Oh boy, we're sure gonna have lotsa fun, huh?! " Stupid exclaimed, walking alongside the other through the cluttered up room.
Wheezy nodded lazily, his face still contorted into that of a state of aggravation, though, honestly, he was greatly pleased for the undivided attention from another toon, even if it was Stupid.
" Yeah, lot's. "
At this, both members of the Toon Patrol left the confines of the now desolate apartment room, a soft mixture of red and orange hues filling the room as they made their departure.
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Ya know, I oughtta explain. Somewhere, on a fansite based around the infamous Toon Patrol I believe, on the Weasel's character's profile pages there was a quiz. On Wheezy's results, it stated that Wheezy was a tad depressed. Real queer if ya ask me, considerin' the fact that he spoke one line in the movie and had no sorta noticeable attitude whats so ever. If anythin', I'd think he'd be rather cold, real exhausted too. Though, I'm as daft as a brush if ya ask me.
Anyhow, I decided ta sorta spin with a melancholy Wheezy. So, If I were ever feelin' as low as a carpet, I'd like a fella like Stupid around. I ain't never been negative or down, I'm too gosh darn peppy, so I can't relate none. But ah, I think Stupid would be able to bring a pal up if he were down, despite his density. He has this pleasant, exhuberant air about him that I just can't shake. I'd say I wish I had a pal like Stupid, though I think I already filled my own position.
Haha, ya know, I'm real dumb, but I like the idea of them loungin' about together. It's endearin' ta see a smoke ridden, aggrivated weasel with a happy, incredibly naive one. Haven't a gosh darn clue to the reason behind it, but I'm real favoreable of them.
Haha, good golly sweet molly, I think my author notes are longer than my actual story.
Haha no, but ah, currently, I'm residin' in the absolutely beautiful Disneyland Resort in California. Real ironic too, considerin' the fact that I find myself real fond of the Toon Patrol presently, though I've yet ta see Mickey's Toon Town. Any how, Apologies for my mindless ramblin', I traveled down there with a good chum O' mine and on the way, I started typin' somethin' out on my Itouch, just for pleasure.
Haha, ta be gosh darn honest, I ain't no writer. Though, this was just something that leaped outta my noggin' and onto my Itouch, and I ain't one to think negatively of somethin' done for pure amusement.
£££££££££££££££££££££
A misty haze of smoke slowly filled one of the desolate motel apartment's bedrooms as the sun upon toon town began to set beneath the horizon.
The bedroom itself was in shambles, resembling that of a storage closet of some sort. Boxes upon boxes of useless materials were distrubted about the room carelessly, as if awaiting to be moved. Papers were scattered all around the room, as well as trash, hiding any sort of evidence that there had previously been a floor were the objects now laid. Amongst it's littered belongings laid two beds, that of which were strained, dingy, and tousled with worn looking blankets.
A loud wheezing noise emitted from one of the obscene looking beds, a harsh sigh soon following after. The smoke ridden weasel had seated itself upon the edge of the bed, cigarette held possessively in his hand. He raised the cancerous stick to his mouth for a brief moment and breathed in, savouring the taste of the remains of his cigarette. After a moment or so, the weasel softly exhaled the smoke, a hushed cough trailing behind. Smoke continued circling about the room, a look of disdain on the creature's face.
Wheezy was tired.
He wasn't depressed, he wasn't aggitated, he wasn't sleepy, he was just simply tired. Exhausted perhaps.
Day in and day out with the Toon Patrol was more than a little burdensome at times, rough however seemed a more befitting term. Heists were pulled on a regular basis, anonymous deals were made with those whom had no business doing business, and a numerous amount of other illegal activities had went down within Toon Town, as well as in Los Angeles. However, that wasn't exactly what was making him weary.
He was basically tired of everything. Life, it exhausted him, whether he participated in the endeavors of the Toon Patrol or not. He was a toon, but regardless of his species, it was all taking a toll on him. The work, his body, his thoughts and emotions; he was just so tired.
His cigarettes were a nicety in all of this, something to calm his ruffled nerves and give him a euphoric sensation like no other.
But even now, after so long, it was beginning to give him a tired feeling too.
Even having been smoking all his life as a toon, how it was beginning to make him tired without any sort of warning beforehand was a bit astounding. Though, he didn't think much into it.
He let a large sum of smoke release itself from his lungs, mixing with the toxic fumes already lounging about in the air.
He lifted his cigarette to his mouth once more, only to be stopped seconds later by a hesitant knock on the door.
" Wh... Hgck! ... Who is it? " Wheezy croaked out, the sentence itself barely above a whisper.
" Duh.... Uh, Stupid? " The larger weasel reluctantly replied, hiding himself behind the slightly opened door.
" Well... Hrck! what do ya.... Hack! want? "
" Ya looked awfully sad earlier today. Duh, Are ya okay? "
Wheezy scoffed loudly at the other's question.
" No I- Hgrck! No, I ain't alright. "
Stupid quietly let himself into the room, and dawdled over to the other's worn bed, hoping to get a better view of the disraught weasel. He sat on the bed's edge amongst the unkept sheets. After having settled himself on the matress, he looked to the other.
" Duh, How come? "
" It ain't any of your- Kcahack! Of your business. "
" Why not? "
" Ya wouldn't understand. Why- Whucack! don't ya just leave? "
" But I could try! I can understand if I think real hard like! "
Wheezy merely looked at the other questionably. It felt somewhat off, having another person obtain such determination to better understand his own dilemma. Maybe he would understand. It would have been a rather astounding feat, but there were first times for everything. A second or so later, he answered the dense rodent, weariness lacing his own voice.
" I'm just tired.- Hgrack! " He wheezed out.
" Tired? Then why don't'cha take a nap? " Stupid retorted questionably, fiddeling with a nearby pillow.
" I ain't- Hck! That kinda tired! "
" Buh, What else kinda tired is there? "
" I'm just- Gracghk! ... "
At this, he slowed the pace of his speech, hoping to shorten the amount of wheezing emitting from his sore throat. "...I'm just feeling a lil beaten up. " He breathed in tiredly, then exhaled. He continued, " Just a bit wrestless with livin' the way I do. Just a bit... Tired. "
There was a long silence as Wheezy finished his statement. Stupid looked at the other in curious fascination, trying to understand the weasel's conflict. After about a minute of contemplating the information he had acquired, he replied.
" ... So.... You got beaten up from wrestlin' with a guy named life and that's why your real sleepy! " He proclaimed happily, assuming his own statement was correct.
Wheezy merely stared, in an offputting sort of awe, at the other. He was right, in a way. Well, enough. Stupid still didn't really understand. Never really had, whether he tried or not. Though, oddly enough, this had been one of those rarities in which he had thought beforehand of what the answer could be.
It was endearing to say the least.
" Wuhack!... Yeah, that's it. " Wheezy replied hoarsely.
" Duh, Oh boy, really?! Wow that's swell! " Stupid exclaimed, a tinge of excitement in his voice.
" Yeah. Real swell. " The other retorted aggravatingly.
" Duh, but uh, I sure don't like bein' sleepy any how. I'm real sorry that your so tired. "
Wheezy merely replied by means of a shrug of his shoulders, spit out the remains of his cigarette from his mouth. Lazily, he pulled a small carton of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his vest, retrieving one of the cigarettes from the battered container.
Stupid continued talking, his feet swinging back and forth off the edge of the bed.
" Duh, I don't like bein' real sad neither any. When ever I get real sad, I always like ta play somethin'. "
Wheezy looked at him questionably.
" Play? Gack! "
" Yeah! Like a... Dur, game. Like, uh, hoppity scotch. Or uh, marbles. I like playin' marbles, that's my favorite. Dey come in all sortsa real pretty colors. Like red and blue and yellow. "
Wheezy thought the whole thing was more than a little childish and, as redundant as it was to say, stupid. Though, he felt the need to patronise the other.
" Really? "
" Yeah! And, duh, whenever I see all dem pretty colors and play with the little marbles, It always makes me feel better. "
Stupid paused for a second, his eyes averting towards the ceiling, and his own mind stuck in a state of contemplation. After a second or so, he brought his eyes back down towards wheezy, a broad grin on his already exuberant features.
" Hey, why don't we play? "
Wheezy halted his meaneaul task of lighting the newly obtained cigarette in his hand and lifted his head up too look at the larger weasel, eyes wide in surprise. He was a little baffled at the other's consideration for his own well being, and even moreso when Stupid exclaimed that they ought to kill some time together, regardless if it was a petty game of marbles.
Maybe he was astounded by the denser weasel's action because those in the Toon Patrol weren't exactly warm-hearted or considerate to each other, or anyone else within Toon Town for that matter. Perhaps it was that, of all the weasel's within the small toon force, Stupid was the nicest of all of them, despite his naivety and lack of intelligence.
Though, at this point it didn't really matter.
Wheezy continued to look at the other, blank expression on his own face. Several minutes of silence within the confines of the room had passed before the smoke ridden weasel finally made his reply.
" I... Yeah-Hack! .... Why not. I ain't got nothin' better ta do. "
At this, Stupid happily bounced on the warn, strained mattress beneath him, clapping his hands in approval at the other's answer.
" Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Gee, I can't wait! "
Wheezy let out a harsh cough under his breath, a small exasperated sigh following after.
" Yeah yeah, let's just get goin' with this game before I get even tireder. "
" Oakey Doakey! " Stupid pushed himself off the matress, creating a low thud from his impact on the rotted wooden floor beneath him. He looked to the other excitedly, motioning for Wheezy to follow, whom in turn did so in a hasty fashion.
" Duh, Oh boy, we're sure gonna have lotsa fun, huh?! " Stupid exclaimed, walking alongside the other through the cluttered up room.
Wheezy nodded lazily, his face still contorted into that of a state of aggravation, though, honestly, he was greatly pleased for the undivided attention from another toon, even if it was Stupid.
" Yeah, lot's. "
At this, both members of the Toon Patrol left the confines of the now desolate apartment room, a soft mixture of red and orange hues filling the room as they made their departure.
£££££££££££££££££££
Ya know, I oughtta explain. Somewhere, on a fansite based around the infamous Toon Patrol I believe, on the Weasel's character's profile pages there was a quiz. On Wheezy's results, it stated that Wheezy was a tad depressed. Real queer if ya ask me, considerin' the fact that he spoke one line in the movie and had no sorta noticeable attitude whats so ever. If anythin', I'd think he'd be rather cold, real exhausted too. Though, I'm as daft as a brush if ya ask me.
Anyhow, I decided ta sorta spin with a melancholy Wheezy. So, If I were ever feelin' as low as a carpet, I'd like a fella like Stupid around. I ain't never been negative or down, I'm too gosh darn peppy, so I can't relate none. But ah, I think Stupid would be able to bring a pal up if he were down, despite his density. He has this pleasant, exhuberant air about him that I just can't shake. I'd say I wish I had a pal like Stupid, though I think I already filled my own position.
Haha, ya know, I'm real dumb, but I like the idea of them loungin' about together. It's endearin' ta see a smoke ridden, aggrivated weasel with a happy, incredibly naive one. Haven't a gosh darn clue to the reason behind it, but I'm real favoreable of them.
Haha, good golly sweet molly, I think my author notes are longer than my actual story.
