Simplicity in Life is a Rumor

[silverblaze]

Eh, oh well. I always like a good challenge...

[silverblaze]

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Dion Boucicault

Chapter Three

Ezra glared down at Psycho, her silver fur fluffed up while her violet eyes were like fire.
The younger weasel whimpered a bit and moved away, his head low. After a second passed, he giggled a bit as he asked in his usual high-pitched voice, cracking bit as he did, "Um...What's the news, Miss Ricci?"
This time, Ezra didn't correct them to call her Ezra. She simply glared.
The she pushed the paper into Psycho's hands as she yelled, "What does that say?!?!?"
Psycho squinted at his, the yellow and blue swirls in his eyes slowing a bit, "Eh, heh....20,000 bucks...?"
"How, in the name of Bastet, did you damage that much with a motorcycle?!?"
"People wouldn't move..." he muttered.
"What?!? You ran over humans?!?"
"No! They were Toons!"
Ezra growled, falling into the couch, she stared at her hands for a minute before saying, "Psycho...what am I going to do with you?"
"I didn't mean to, Ezzy...." Psycho said, his ears flat.
"I know, but that's not going to help me pay this."
The pale weasel looked to the floor, shuffling his feet.
Wheezy watched the scene with interest. He let a cloud of gray smoke out of his mouth before saying, "I have a friend that would hire him for a bit."
Ezra and Psycho blinked, looking at him, Psycho more relief while Ezra was more shock.
"Who?" the silver cat asked, sitting up and regaining her posture.
"Jake Gray. He's a husky that owns a...well, thrill shop." Wheezy said, standing up.
"Thrill shop?" she asked, squinting at the blue weasel.
"Well, I'm not sure if that's what it called, but he has this shop and in the back is sort of a arena. Humans come to watch Toons. Some scary, some for laughs. Since Psycho loves that motorcycle of his, I thought he could ride it around, jump over a few trucks-"
"No, I will not put one of my clients in that kind of situation." Ezra growled.
"But, Ezzy! We need the money! I should be the one to get it!"
Ezra looked up at Psycho. After a while, the cat sighed and muttered, "Fine."

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Yes, I made Psycho a "wild" boy. XD

[Fisi]

Oh cool a husky . ;D.

[KrazyRandomness]

All: Um...If you've read "Hey..." (Not a FanFiction, a thread in General Boards) then you know that I was Silver Blaze. So, I'll write chapters to this from now on while finishing my other FanFictions...

Spikey: Yes, Ezra is original. Why?

Lol: I know, right?

[KrazyRandomness]

This isn't a chapter, but is information on Ezra. I wanted to do this because I'd thought it might help. I wished I did this before I started, but nothing can be helped.

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Name: Ezra Katrina Denali (changed last name because Jazz's last name is Ricci and I never realized it until now.)

Gender: Female

Species: Cat (Toon)

Age: 30

Age Appearance: 25

Pet Peeves: Lazy co-workers, people who talk with their mouth full, and loud gum smacking.

Dislikes: Green beans, peanut butter, eggs, the color pink, rain, and the dark.

Likes: Strawberries, fantasy books, smooth jazz, blue roses, coke, her Alto saxophone, and French fries.

Fear/Phobia: Nyctophobia and Hydrophobia (Fear of the dark and water)

Mania: N/A

Theme/Fave Song: "If My Life Is For Rent" by Dido (Theme)

Habits/quirks/hobbies: Plays with hair, taps desk, hums to herself, and zones out when bored.

Voice: Celine Dion

Appearance/Notable Features: Silver fur, violet eyes, midnight blue hair, hourglass figure, long eyelashes, usually wears a blue suit with blue high heels, and a white tipped tail.

Height: 2'9

Weight: 65

Fave Quote: "Simplicity is a rumor in life."

Personality: Angered easily, sophisticated, and, at times, a flirt.

Bio: Ezra was born in Little Rock, Arkansas and raised there, but lost her southern accent quickly when she came to Hollywood. She quickly got the job of being the Toon Patrol's manager. Like most Toons, she was a little angered that she was to work with weasels, but, over time, she soon saw them as equals, and, later, family.

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There you guys go. ^^

[Fisi]

Cool. ^_^.

[KrazyRandomness]

Thanks.

...Wow, I just realized I'm a Full Toon Patrol Member...

[Fisi]

CONGRATULATION Lynx.

[KrazyRandomness]

Thank you. ^^

[jebikun]

I like this so far! Feels like it's gonna get even more interesting. Ezra looks like cool cat too XD

[KrazyRandomness]

Thanks. ^^

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Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.
Bill Cosby

Chapter Four

The shop was located in the "bad" human part of Hollywood. Many building were worn down with bricks painted blue, black, and pink. One, lone, green brick fell from the roof of an apartment, hitting the gray road.
Psycho tugged at the white collar of his shirt. The swirls in his eyes went faster as he asked, "This is where Jake lives?"
The older weasel next to him nodded. Getting his lighter out, Wheezy glanced around before getting into a coughing fit.
His coughs echoed around them for a minute before he managed to calm down. Psycho, who was gripping his left sleeve, simply watched.
The pale weasel had, at one time, helped Wheezy. That had resulted in the blue weasel growling at him. Wheezy didn't want help, plain as that.
Wheezy lit the cigarette before placing it to his lips. His bloodshot eyes glanced over at Psycho as he asked, "Why are you sill in your stage clothes?"
Psycho's icy blue eyes glanced down at his straight jacket. He giggled, "I, uh, forgot," as he tugged on the rim of his shirt.
"High school stress, eh?" Wheezy asked, a brow raised.
Wheezy then turned and walked to the shop, Jake's Thrills.
Jake's Thrills was, to be blunt, old. The walls didn't look like a rainbow, but, instead, had black bricks. Red and green neon poles were over bricks as the door was framed with neon purple paint. The sign even had neon yellow letters.
Wheezy knocked on the door.
Seconds passed before an icy blue eye peeked out. The door closed again and Psycho blinked as clicks were heard.
"Wheezy," a husky yelled as the door opened fully, "Good ta see ya!"
The Husky had the common gray fur and icy eyes all Huskies have, but his left ear, however, was bent. Gold earrings were pierced three times on his ears while one could be seen on his pink tongue.
The Husky looked over at Psycho, a smile still on his face, as he asked, "And who is this?"
"Psycho Charlie Fleischer." Wheezy said as he ignored Psycho's glare.
"Ah...One t'at came fer the job?" the Husky asked.
Wheezy nodded.
"Well," the Husky took Psycho's hand as he shook it, "Nice ta meet ya, Mr. Fleischer. Name's Jake Gray."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Gray." Psycho mumbled.
"Oh, please, call me Jake. Now, let's head to the back."

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All you guys get for now. Sorry if it's too short. I'm really trying to make my chapters longer, but with all the other stuff I have to do, it's getting hard.

[Fisi]

Be careful Psychy.

Good chappie.

[KrazyRandomness]

Being hurt personally triggered a curiosity about how such beliefs are formed.
Philip Zimbardo

Chapter Five

Psycho stared. It's all he did. Stare.
What Jake called the back was actually an arena of some sort. Lights glared down at it while a ramp that seem to made of a glorious wood. Psycho could feel his heart speed up as his eyes trailed down the ramp. His eyes also trailed up the ramp and into the air. It was beautiful.
“Like it?” Jake asked, a wide smile on his face.
Psycho could only think of one thing, “When do I start?”

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“Stupid Foray!”
Ezra hissed as she threw her papers to the floor. Already, she could feel the frustration. Psycho was still so young! Yet she let him go ahead and get that job. A job that could kill him.
She leaned back in her chair and sighed a bit as she rubbed her eyes. What was she to do? Psycho’s only in high school…Ugh, Zemeckis was going to kill her if he finds his psychotic actor…
“Wat ya still doing ‘ere?”
Ezra glared up at Smart Guy, who had just entered, a cigar hanging loosely from his mouth. The cat crossed her legs as she growled, “If you need to know, Loose Tongue, I have work.”
The weasel, ignoring her insult, chuckled. Getting the golden pocket watch, he mumbled, “Six freakin’ o’ clock…”
He glanced back over at her with icy eyes and, smirking, said, “See ya later, Fluff Ball. Just came to get my paycheck”
Before the toon could say anything, the weasel grabbed his cash and walked out. Ezra banged on her desk and hissed, “Stupid weasels!”

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I think I made Smart Guy's accent better than my past fics.

[Fisi]

Nice chappie.

[KrazyRandomness]

Most likely. Thanks for replying.