Post by silverblaze on Sept 20, 2009 13:11:51 GMT -5
This is an alternate universe fanfiction I thought of. I'd be very happy if anyone would like to comment or suggest something. Thank you.
Chapter One
He walked down the hall with frustration, his blue gray eye twitching a bit. He took his hat off and shivered as he dipped the yellowish green liquid out of it.
So what if it was fake Dip? It still scared the crap out of him.
For a while he stared at his hat. He was about to chew his cigarette, but he remember it still had the taste of the nasty liquid. With a thin hand, he threw it to the floor and got a new one from the pack in his leather best pocket. He went to get his lighter as well, but when he found nothing, his eyes widen.
"Lookin' for this?"
Wheezy frowned as he glared at the Toon behind him.
A Toon cat with fur as light as silver and eyes as violet as the flower. Midnight blue hair flowed from her head as one ear twitched playfully, the golden hoop on it jingling. Her other ear was pricked over at the door, so she could hear other conversations at most. She was the normal height for a Toon, about Wheezy's height. Not too short like Micky Mouse or too tall like Jessica Rabbit to look like a human.
Then again, the manger of the Toon Patrol is a cat, so it's unlikely anyone would ever mistake her for a human. Some, in the dark, might mistake her for Jessica, not counting height, because of her hourglass figure.
Greasy was sure to point that out.
"Gimme t'at." Wheezy growled as he snatched the blue lighter from the Toon cat's hand, his voice raspy.
"Now, now," she said, taking the lighter away, "Is that anyway to talk to your manager?"
Wheezy growled, but stopped when she did a "tsk, tsk" sound.
He cleared his throat and muttered, "Please give me my lighter back, Miss Ricci."
"There," she said, handing it back to him, "Was that hard? And I've told you guys to call me Ezra."
Ezra turned, letting her long and fluffy tail trail across his chin. The weasel growled lowly, making sure not to bite it.
"Where's Smart Guy?" she asked, getting keys from her pockets and flipping through them.
"Getting coffee. With Bob hitting him in the same spot over and over...it can get to him." Wheezy said before putting the thin stick to his mouth.
"Ugh." Ezra said to what the blue weasel said.
This chapter is short because I'm going to have to leave to get my bag from school. Long story. Tell you guys later.
Every great film should seem new every time you see it.
Roger Ebert
Roger Ebert
Chapter One
He walked down the hall with frustration, his blue gray eye twitching a bit. He took his hat off and shivered as he dipped the yellowish green liquid out of it.
So what if it was fake Dip? It still scared the crap out of him.
For a while he stared at his hat. He was about to chew his cigarette, but he remember it still had the taste of the nasty liquid. With a thin hand, he threw it to the floor and got a new one from the pack in his leather best pocket. He went to get his lighter as well, but when he found nothing, his eyes widen.
"Lookin' for this?"
Wheezy frowned as he glared at the Toon behind him.
A Toon cat with fur as light as silver and eyes as violet as the flower. Midnight blue hair flowed from her head as one ear twitched playfully, the golden hoop on it jingling. Her other ear was pricked over at the door, so she could hear other conversations at most. She was the normal height for a Toon, about Wheezy's height. Not too short like Micky Mouse or too tall like Jessica Rabbit to look like a human.
Then again, the manger of the Toon Patrol is a cat, so it's unlikely anyone would ever mistake her for a human. Some, in the dark, might mistake her for Jessica, not counting height, because of her hourglass figure.
Greasy was sure to point that out.
"Gimme t'at." Wheezy growled as he snatched the blue lighter from the Toon cat's hand, his voice raspy.
"Now, now," she said, taking the lighter away, "Is that anyway to talk to your manager?"
Wheezy growled, but stopped when she did a "tsk, tsk" sound.
He cleared his throat and muttered, "Please give me my lighter back, Miss Ricci."
"There," she said, handing it back to him, "Was that hard? And I've told you guys to call me Ezra."
Ezra turned, letting her long and fluffy tail trail across his chin. The weasel growled lowly, making sure not to bite it.
"Where's Smart Guy?" she asked, getting keys from her pockets and flipping through them.
"Getting coffee. With Bob hitting him in the same spot over and over...it can get to him." Wheezy said before putting the thin stick to his mouth.
"Ugh." Ezra said to what the blue weasel said.
This chapter is short because I'm going to have to leave to get my bag from school. Long story. Tell you guys later.
