Post by babclayman on Nov 22, 2009 6:37:46 GMT -5
Well, my revamp fic has begun. Chapter 2 is already being worked on, but for now; i hope you guys like the fic.
Enjoy ;D
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News to it didn’t really become relevant till one dark and wild night in October, when just a few hours before the storm (to which roared with lightning like the forks of god) had merely been the small whimper of a coin drop, echoing in the distance, overcast of dark clouds followed and before long, the droplets of formerly evaporated water came piercing the ground with a crick and a crack, a flick and a flack, a shick and a shack,
It poured.
It was a dark and stormy night.
That is how most stories begin for us, that old cheap and classic cliché. I would try to say it in another manner but to be quite frank; it’s the best way I can describe that night when it happened.
Of course, we all know the story; it was in all the papers: “Fifteen born, all healthy with the mother doing fine
To think of the things that comes from a composer/video game artist and a fashion designer. But then; there was the kidnapping.
All of a sudden after the abduction of the fifteen; all the reports of similar thefts the previous weeks came to light, worst kidnapping to take place within the last three years. Then the sudden outburst of people protesting for the police negligence, despite their best attempts to make up for their mistake, their word to the protesters was as reliable as Icelandic Bank.
Weeks past before the mystery was finally cracked and those kidnapped saved, not by the police however; but by the parents of whom gave the world interest in the kidnappings to begin with. They did catch the one responsible, however justice never is usually served these days; she’ll be let out on police bail before her trial is out.
Of course you don’t care about that, you want to see this family and their newly adopted children, don’t you? It’s just down the road there, near the park, the road might be a bit rough but never the less; it gets you where you need to go in the end.
The kids are just on a walk with their Nanny at the moment. They should be coming round the corner…
Now…
A swarm of white furry creatures stormed around the corner to the forum of Alison Park, if you were able to get a good count of them, there should be an estimate of ninety nine altogether, trailing behind them was an almost elderly lady, a little bit on the wide side with grey hair acting like if she was on a pair of water skis being dragged behind a white spotted boat on a hard stone water. While her full name; I do not know, most people simply refer to her simply by her occupation “Nanny” most people believe she raised the fashion designer in her youth so now it seems an honorable thing to do now to help raise her new family.
The pups went on, we probably already know the tale of the three in the front there, the horseshoe pup hoping to get to the fire hydrant exhibition at the museum or the fat one getting cramps simply by walking or the short one letting out a smile which seems to be producing a smile bigger than her face should support.
But let’s shift our attention away from those three to focus more within the large group.
One in the crowd was similar to the horseshoe pup but instead of a horseshoe on his back was a blob and upon his right ear were three white spots, like most pups; he wore a collar, scarlet in colour and upon the golden dog tag (which was larger than most) was stamped the name; Clayton. He usually kept to himself and remained quiet, not much of the others pups spoke to him.
Unlike a slight chub female pup whose fur was mixed with two tones, being admired by one male who for some was had blond hair and lightning blot spots all over his body, along with another admiring male with Nuke symbols on his ears as he purred a single word into the girl’s ear.
“Rawr.”
Beside the blond one was a taller pup who wore a black collar and a combat camouflage bandana over the top of his head slightly tutoring the blond one however was having some difficulty getting his attention due to his attraction to the girl.
Another party of pups in the group consisted of shorter pups, one of which had plain white ears with a blue collar, he stared to another pup whom also had white ears (aside from two black spots on one) and a red collar around his neck; this one seemed to be waddling from behind as he walked due to his hind legs forced tight together as if he was restraining something between them. The blank eared one gave a small smile and spoke calmly to the restraining pup.
“Relax Wizz, we’re nearly at the park. I am sure you’ll be able to hold it off long enough till we get there.”
“Are you sure of that Phillip?” This pup referred to as Wizzer blinked to the pup whose smile grew more when asked that query.
“As sure as the fact Lil’ Lightning is a fantastic type of dog. He can make it, can’t he Dipstick?”
Phillip stared to another blue collared pup the opposite side of Wizzer. He was the taller of the three and had a plain black ear instead of white, his eyes just seemed to have been gazing out into the space of his mind until the noise of a young pups voice snapped him out of it “Err…right…” he gave a small nod, before he gave a stare back into his little world.
“So then Two-Tone…” the blond one said “You seem to have cute shoulders…do you mind if I--”
He was cut off when all of a sudden he found his face collided with a ragged cloth covering the leg off an old wrinkly woman standing beside a bench near a statue of Davey Allison forcing flower cups wrapped in tin foil into Nanny’s hand.
“You take this, give me change yes.” This lady seem to say to Nanny in some strange foreign accent, Nanny attempted nervously to escape the lady (who best assumed now to be a gypsy) handing her 30¢ in change. She still asked for more.
“You got dollar? Got dollar?” she handed another flower into Nanny’s possession “You got a husband? You got anymore change.”
Nanny struggled more to get away as pups barked up at the pikey (one pup even screaming “Rawr”) in this confusion; Nanny bumped some flowers placed on the bench having them fall down onto the path beside the blob pup known as Clayton. He stared around at the commotion before subtly picking some of the fallen flowers up within his mouth lifting himself on his hind legs with the bench as support just being able to drop the flowers back on the wooden surface, before he got down; he blinked.
On a piece of an old newspaper talking about talking about the 300th anniversary of the disappearance of some old village town close to the outer limits of the city, upon the paper was a small almost new born pup. It was the only one there though chances are it had older siblings and just slowly emerging over its left eye was a black patch of fur. Clayton smirked a bit and opened his mouth with a gentle voice “Hey there little fella. Pretty sweet pup…you ok?” he tried raising his paw in an attempt to stroke the pup however before he had the chance, Nanny was able to break free from the roma’s captivity and pulled still barking and rawring pups away; the leash yanked Clayton by the neck and flung him back down to the floor with a small drag dropping the flowers yet again and leaving the sleeping pup on the newspaper unbeknownst to the whole affair.
As the group walked on leaving the park, two pups talked amongst themselves.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting from Slayer, Raiden.”
“What’s that Daisy?” the bandana dog stared down to a slightly shorter female pup sporting a pink collar.
“I said you won’t get anything from Slayer when he’s talking to a girl like Two-Tone. If I can’t get anything from Nuke, chances are you won’t get anything either. The boys do seem hooked on girls…or at least the ones in the original 15.”
Raiden raised a smile “Like you with the fat one in front?”
Daisy blinked raising her eyebrow “How’d you--?”
“Rawrs pass quickly when you live in a family of 100.” Raidens smirk grew even wider.
“I’m gonna get Nuke next time i…” Daisy grumbled under her voice before speaking up to Raiden once again “So what if I do? Not as if someone like him will ever recognize the likes of me. If I stood face to face with him, he probably would be more interested in a kibble crumb which has falling on my fur during Lunch.”
“There is one hundred of us; making that over one hundred possibilities for anything we do. Why a life changing event can take place right around the corner…”
5 minutes later.
Nanny was mugged.
“Rawr!” Nuke screamed as the typhoon of pups chased the mugger through the city streets with a poor Nanny being dragged behind them, her feet due to rapid pace of her feet against the gum mark concrete sidewalk were nearly on the verge of taking off from the ground altogether.
As pups ran through the crowds of people in the old Dodie council estate; Clayton let out a yelp with swell of water forcing out from within his tear ducts as a hard flick of elastic leash shot into his face. Opening his salt water sight, the blur image of the pup with a horseshoe pattern was spotted running off into the crowd ahead of the group of pursuing pups.
“Lousy son of a….” Clayton mumbled as he stayed within the group keeping the chase until a traffic walk lights went red, the break away pup got ahead (being able to cross the street before the light change) continued after the mugger before he was wiped away from sight as cars of many brands drove by.
The stopping force was enough to launch two beings into the air; one of them being Nanny whom when she hit the floor had her legs waving about above the crowd of pups as if she was riding an invisible bicycle upside down, the other looked very similar to the chub dog in front with a black ear instead of white and a purple collar.
He was tossed up through the air before out of sheer chance, he landed like a bad acrobat on top of the shoulders of a female who matched another pup, (the runt pup in front who 6 minutes ago was looking all positive however at this current moment was screaming to the mugger yelling names you need to cover your ears for) except while the runt was small, this one was huge, possibly the tallest pup and at the tip of her ears were black marks, similar to Dipsticks tail.
A male on the shoulder looked down to the girl and gave a nervous smile on his face “Hi.” He said “My name’s Belchic.”
The girl however smiled.
The lights went green once more and in among the pups, one sporting a scarlet scarf began running yelling "Allons-y!" his leash just standing out within his scarf as he did so. Pups ran and barked as their noses picked up a scent of old burger and red tick beer…with a touch of…puppy panic; lingering from within the alleyway to the doughnut shack. The team looked on into the corner of the alley, old stone and bins laid their walls with fire escapes looking down into it, towards the end was a short brick wall blocking the path of the mugger whom at this very instant was smiling intimately towards the horseshoe pup who seemed to be struggling to get his collar free of the muggers grip, an attempt made in vain. As he continued to dangle, the muggers smug face grinned even more until with a…
“RAWR”
He shifted his attention to behind the pup who hung there like a frog to be dissected and towards the entrance of the dark alley where (much to a new staining on the back of his brown trousers) were nearly 100 dogs very similar to the one he had at his mercy, growling, staring, gazing upon him ready to rip him to shreds if he made just, one, wrong, move.
With that and a nervous chuckle, he released the pup and Nanny’s purse from his grip and took off over the wall disappearing from sight or mind behind its stone surface.
The Horse shoe pup gave a slight poor attempt of growling intimidately before he smiled and picked the purse up in his mouth passing back to Nanny whom took back the purse and pat this pups head saying:
“Oh thank you Lucky. That was very brave of you.”
This pup now identified as Lucky gave a smug look on his face saying to his puppy siblings “Yeah, someone’s got to take a bite out of crime.”
The runt’s sarcastic reply echoed the thoughts of every single pups mind to this comment from a pup that was pretty much dead if someone hadn’t come to his rescue.
“Yeah…right…”
As the pups left the alley on the long trek home, a street pup with the same breed walked past a car on the opposite sidewalk of the shack. This one was female, her ears with both black with a cross bone spot on one and upon her head was a grey tuque with an ivory eyed skull knitted in it, covering the bush of fur which was her hair.
She blinked at this sight peeping out from behind the cars bumper, 10 dozen dogs all just like her, however; this surprise quickly disappeared as it walked away into the distance and were lost within the crowds and traffic.
With that, she ran, right across the street and into that very same alleyway, climbing up into one of the bins and salvaged for any discarded pastry that the doughnut shack didn’t care for any more.
(To be Continued)
101 Dalmatians, Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Two-Tone & Nanny (c) Dodie Smith
Wizzer & Dipstick (c) Disney
Clayton & Doc (c) Me
Nuke & Daisy (c) Nuke
Slayer (c) Slayer
Raiden (c) Raiden
Belchic & Tippy (c) Belchic
Phillip (c) Corgi
Others Mentioned (c) Their respected creators
Enjoy ;D
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News to it didn’t really become relevant till one dark and wild night in October, when just a few hours before the storm (to which roared with lightning like the forks of god) had merely been the small whimper of a coin drop, echoing in the distance, overcast of dark clouds followed and before long, the droplets of formerly evaporated water came piercing the ground with a crick and a crack, a flick and a flack, a shick and a shack,
It poured.
It was a dark and stormy night.
That is how most stories begin for us, that old cheap and classic cliché. I would try to say it in another manner but to be quite frank; it’s the best way I can describe that night when it happened.
Of course, we all know the story; it was in all the papers: “Fifteen born, all healthy with the mother doing fine
To think of the things that comes from a composer/video game artist and a fashion designer. But then; there was the kidnapping.
All of a sudden after the abduction of the fifteen; all the reports of similar thefts the previous weeks came to light, worst kidnapping to take place within the last three years. Then the sudden outburst of people protesting for the police negligence, despite their best attempts to make up for their mistake, their word to the protesters was as reliable as Icelandic Bank.
Weeks past before the mystery was finally cracked and those kidnapped saved, not by the police however; but by the parents of whom gave the world interest in the kidnappings to begin with. They did catch the one responsible, however justice never is usually served these days; she’ll be let out on police bail before her trial is out.
Of course you don’t care about that, you want to see this family and their newly adopted children, don’t you? It’s just down the road there, near the park, the road might be a bit rough but never the less; it gets you where you need to go in the end.
The kids are just on a walk with their Nanny at the moment. They should be coming round the corner…
Now…
A swarm of white furry creatures stormed around the corner to the forum of Alison Park, if you were able to get a good count of them, there should be an estimate of ninety nine altogether, trailing behind them was an almost elderly lady, a little bit on the wide side with grey hair acting like if she was on a pair of water skis being dragged behind a white spotted boat on a hard stone water. While her full name; I do not know, most people simply refer to her simply by her occupation “Nanny” most people believe she raised the fashion designer in her youth so now it seems an honorable thing to do now to help raise her new family.
The pups went on, we probably already know the tale of the three in the front there, the horseshoe pup hoping to get to the fire hydrant exhibition at the museum or the fat one getting cramps simply by walking or the short one letting out a smile which seems to be producing a smile bigger than her face should support.
But let’s shift our attention away from those three to focus more within the large group.
One in the crowd was similar to the horseshoe pup but instead of a horseshoe on his back was a blob and upon his right ear were three white spots, like most pups; he wore a collar, scarlet in colour and upon the golden dog tag (which was larger than most) was stamped the name; Clayton. He usually kept to himself and remained quiet, not much of the others pups spoke to him.
Unlike a slight chub female pup whose fur was mixed with two tones, being admired by one male who for some was had blond hair and lightning blot spots all over his body, along with another admiring male with Nuke symbols on his ears as he purred a single word into the girl’s ear.
“Rawr.”
Beside the blond one was a taller pup who wore a black collar and a combat camouflage bandana over the top of his head slightly tutoring the blond one however was having some difficulty getting his attention due to his attraction to the girl.
Another party of pups in the group consisted of shorter pups, one of which had plain white ears with a blue collar, he stared to another pup whom also had white ears (aside from two black spots on one) and a red collar around his neck; this one seemed to be waddling from behind as he walked due to his hind legs forced tight together as if he was restraining something between them. The blank eared one gave a small smile and spoke calmly to the restraining pup.
“Relax Wizz, we’re nearly at the park. I am sure you’ll be able to hold it off long enough till we get there.”
“Are you sure of that Phillip?” This pup referred to as Wizzer blinked to the pup whose smile grew more when asked that query.
“As sure as the fact Lil’ Lightning is a fantastic type of dog. He can make it, can’t he Dipstick?”
Phillip stared to another blue collared pup the opposite side of Wizzer. He was the taller of the three and had a plain black ear instead of white, his eyes just seemed to have been gazing out into the space of his mind until the noise of a young pups voice snapped him out of it “Err…right…” he gave a small nod, before he gave a stare back into his little world.
“So then Two-Tone…” the blond one said “You seem to have cute shoulders…do you mind if I--”
He was cut off when all of a sudden he found his face collided with a ragged cloth covering the leg off an old wrinkly woman standing beside a bench near a statue of Davey Allison forcing flower cups wrapped in tin foil into Nanny’s hand.
“You take this, give me change yes.” This lady seem to say to Nanny in some strange foreign accent, Nanny attempted nervously to escape the lady (who best assumed now to be a gypsy) handing her 30¢ in change. She still asked for more.
“You got dollar? Got dollar?” she handed another flower into Nanny’s possession “You got a husband? You got anymore change.”
Nanny struggled more to get away as pups barked up at the pikey (one pup even screaming “Rawr”) in this confusion; Nanny bumped some flowers placed on the bench having them fall down onto the path beside the blob pup known as Clayton. He stared around at the commotion before subtly picking some of the fallen flowers up within his mouth lifting himself on his hind legs with the bench as support just being able to drop the flowers back on the wooden surface, before he got down; he blinked.
On a piece of an old newspaper talking about talking about the 300th anniversary of the disappearance of some old village town close to the outer limits of the city, upon the paper was a small almost new born pup. It was the only one there though chances are it had older siblings and just slowly emerging over its left eye was a black patch of fur. Clayton smirked a bit and opened his mouth with a gentle voice “Hey there little fella. Pretty sweet pup…you ok?” he tried raising his paw in an attempt to stroke the pup however before he had the chance, Nanny was able to break free from the roma’s captivity and pulled still barking and rawring pups away; the leash yanked Clayton by the neck and flung him back down to the floor with a small drag dropping the flowers yet again and leaving the sleeping pup on the newspaper unbeknownst to the whole affair.
As the group walked on leaving the park, two pups talked amongst themselves.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting from Slayer, Raiden.”
“What’s that Daisy?” the bandana dog stared down to a slightly shorter female pup sporting a pink collar.
“I said you won’t get anything from Slayer when he’s talking to a girl like Two-Tone. If I can’t get anything from Nuke, chances are you won’t get anything either. The boys do seem hooked on girls…or at least the ones in the original 15.”
Raiden raised a smile “Like you with the fat one in front?”
Daisy blinked raising her eyebrow “How’d you--?”
“Rawrs pass quickly when you live in a family of 100.” Raidens smirk grew even wider.
“I’m gonna get Nuke next time i…” Daisy grumbled under her voice before speaking up to Raiden once again “So what if I do? Not as if someone like him will ever recognize the likes of me. If I stood face to face with him, he probably would be more interested in a kibble crumb which has falling on my fur during Lunch.”
“There is one hundred of us; making that over one hundred possibilities for anything we do. Why a life changing event can take place right around the corner…”
5 minutes later.
Nanny was mugged.
“Rawr!” Nuke screamed as the typhoon of pups chased the mugger through the city streets with a poor Nanny being dragged behind them, her feet due to rapid pace of her feet against the gum mark concrete sidewalk were nearly on the verge of taking off from the ground altogether.
As pups ran through the crowds of people in the old Dodie council estate; Clayton let out a yelp with swell of water forcing out from within his tear ducts as a hard flick of elastic leash shot into his face. Opening his salt water sight, the blur image of the pup with a horseshoe pattern was spotted running off into the crowd ahead of the group of pursuing pups.
“Lousy son of a….” Clayton mumbled as he stayed within the group keeping the chase until a traffic walk lights went red, the break away pup got ahead (being able to cross the street before the light change) continued after the mugger before he was wiped away from sight as cars of many brands drove by.
The stopping force was enough to launch two beings into the air; one of them being Nanny whom when she hit the floor had her legs waving about above the crowd of pups as if she was riding an invisible bicycle upside down, the other looked very similar to the chub dog in front with a black ear instead of white and a purple collar.
He was tossed up through the air before out of sheer chance, he landed like a bad acrobat on top of the shoulders of a female who matched another pup, (the runt pup in front who 6 minutes ago was looking all positive however at this current moment was screaming to the mugger yelling names you need to cover your ears for) except while the runt was small, this one was huge, possibly the tallest pup and at the tip of her ears were black marks, similar to Dipsticks tail.
A male on the shoulder looked down to the girl and gave a nervous smile on his face “Hi.” He said “My name’s Belchic.”
The girl however smiled.
The lights went green once more and in among the pups, one sporting a scarlet scarf began running yelling "Allons-y!" his leash just standing out within his scarf as he did so. Pups ran and barked as their noses picked up a scent of old burger and red tick beer…with a touch of…puppy panic; lingering from within the alleyway to the doughnut shack. The team looked on into the corner of the alley, old stone and bins laid their walls with fire escapes looking down into it, towards the end was a short brick wall blocking the path of the mugger whom at this very instant was smiling intimately towards the horseshoe pup who seemed to be struggling to get his collar free of the muggers grip, an attempt made in vain. As he continued to dangle, the muggers smug face grinned even more until with a…
“RAWR”
He shifted his attention to behind the pup who hung there like a frog to be dissected and towards the entrance of the dark alley where (much to a new staining on the back of his brown trousers) were nearly 100 dogs very similar to the one he had at his mercy, growling, staring, gazing upon him ready to rip him to shreds if he made just, one, wrong, move.
With that and a nervous chuckle, he released the pup and Nanny’s purse from his grip and took off over the wall disappearing from sight or mind behind its stone surface.
The Horse shoe pup gave a slight poor attempt of growling intimidately before he smiled and picked the purse up in his mouth passing back to Nanny whom took back the purse and pat this pups head saying:
“Oh thank you Lucky. That was very brave of you.”
This pup now identified as Lucky gave a smug look on his face saying to his puppy siblings “Yeah, someone’s got to take a bite out of crime.”
The runt’s sarcastic reply echoed the thoughts of every single pups mind to this comment from a pup that was pretty much dead if someone hadn’t come to his rescue.
“Yeah…right…”
As the pups left the alley on the long trek home, a street pup with the same breed walked past a car on the opposite sidewalk of the shack. This one was female, her ears with both black with a cross bone spot on one and upon her head was a grey tuque with an ivory eyed skull knitted in it, covering the bush of fur which was her hair.
She blinked at this sight peeping out from behind the cars bumper, 10 dozen dogs all just like her, however; this surprise quickly disappeared as it walked away into the distance and were lost within the crowds and traffic.
With that, she ran, right across the street and into that very same alleyway, climbing up into one of the bins and salvaged for any discarded pastry that the doughnut shack didn’t care for any more.
(To be Continued)
101 Dalmatians, Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Two-Tone & Nanny (c) Dodie Smith
Wizzer & Dipstick (c) Disney
Clayton & Doc (c) Me
Nuke & Daisy (c) Nuke
Slayer (c) Slayer
Raiden (c) Raiden
Belchic & Tippy (c) Belchic
Phillip (c) Corgi
Others Mentioned (c) Their respected creators