[ Jemima – 21

Plato- 24

Admetus – 25

Asparagus – 40

Bombalurina – 26
Bustopher Jones - 42
Cassandra - 27
Coricopat - 26
Demeter - 25
Electra - 21
Etcetera - 19
Exotica - 27
Griddlebone - 35
Grizabella – 49 1/2
Growltiger - 47
Gus - 57
Jellylorum - 51
Jennyanydots - 45
Macavity – 29 1/2
Mr. Mistoffelees - 21
Mungojerrie - 21
Munkustrap - 25
Old Deuteronomy - 51
Plato - 23
Pouncival - 20
Quaxo - 15
Rumpleteazer - 21
Rumpus Cat - 27
Rum Tum Tugger - 23
Skimbleshanks - 39
Tantomile – 26
Tumblebrutus - 19
Victor - 21
Victoria -22

Oh my gosh that took like FOREVERSSSSS!

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Rumpelteazer stared out the window, looking across the street after the most notorious Rum Tum Tugger. She sighed, the way he moved his hips was incredible. Don't get her wrong or anything, Munkustrap could move like a sex machine too, but there was just something about the way he carried himself. It wasn't like she was cheating on Munk by staring after his brother or anything, it was just simple curiosity. Jenny leaned over her adopted daughters shoulder, folding a towel that was in her hand.

"That boy is a monster." She muttered, rolling her eyes at her daughters antics.

And he's eaten my heart Teazer thought, resting her chin on her fists as she sat on the window seat. She shook her head, making the thought of Tugger die away. There was a knock on the door and she stood up to get it, staring up into the soft eyes of her boyfriend. "Hey there Tiger Stripes." She grinned, receiving a sweet hum and a gentle kiss on the forehead. She straightened out his uniform, licking her thumb and wiping away a smudge that lay on his cheek.

"Hey," He sighed, wrapping his arms around her thin waist. "I just wanted to say hi before I left for work." He smiled, taking his hand and brushing down her hair. She stepped back and held his paws as he pulled her out onto the porch. She shivered at the winter air, her mini skirt and thigh high boots weren't all that helpful in the cold weather. He pulled her onto his lap on the small white bench, the two cuddling as she pressed her nose into his chest.

"How was your day at the station?" She asked, turning her head to lie against his arm.

"Long. Long. Long. Macavity's at it again, I'm not even sure where his gang gets these ideas. Right now though they seem to be aiming at that Jellicle gang." He rolled his eyes. The Jellicles were a rough gang, they didn't seem to know how to behave. Just a bunch of crazy drugged up gang-members who seemed to roam the streets.

He laughed pressing his lips to her forehead as she stared blankly at the white paint. "Don't worry dear, I'll protect you. And besides, it's not as if you're a Jellicle."

She laughed, rocking herself back and forth in his arms. "Me? A Jellicle? Or course not!" She stood up from his lap, staring down at him with a wide and cheeky grin.

"I'll see you later sweetie." He pressed his lips to her cheek and trotted over to the car, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself. How she could stand the weather with that little clothing was far beyond him. She waved goodbye as the cruiser pulled out of the driveway and down the street. She walked back inside, glancing up at the clock. It was nearly four, almost time for the show down at the cinema.

"Ma, I'm leavin' now. I'll see you later."

"Bye sweetie." Jenny called from the kitchen where she was baking another one of her famous blueberry pies. Teazer grabbed her furry and warm coat, wrapping it around herself and shoving her keys and wallet in her pocket as she walked on the sidewalk.

She was thinking about an actress she'd just seen on a commercial for the movie. She was really beautiful, all blonde hair and blue eyes. Teazer just wished she could look a bit more like her –she was pretty, and Teaz . . . She wasn't bad looking at all, she just wasn't movie-star-gorgeous. She had red hair, kind of short and cropped around her face in a bob, eyes the color of milk chocolate. Most girls had brown eyes now days, they weren't anything really special.

She wrapped the coat around herself tighter, listening to a set of footsteps echo behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, three guys following just behind her. Each of them had a long tattoo the covered the side of their neck, a complicated and frightening 'M'. Teazer sped up her pace, trying to put at least a little distance between them. All she had was twenty dollars with her, barely enough to catch the movie, but something in the back of her mind told her that they weren't following her for the money. And they couldn't have been just passing through, this was a closed off neighborhood, almost no one came through there, the apartments were just so tightly packed the alleys were too narrow for most city cars.

"Oi! Teazer, what's a pretty Jellicle doin out 'ere all by your' lonesome?" They called, getting her to stop. She'd known it had been stupid to walk alone, she should have had one of the gang come with her, or had Jerrie walk her. Even if she was walking alone though, she should have had a blade with her. She'd remember when they'd found Jerrie after the Macs got him. All cut up and bruised, half-conscious in the alley; he was crying his eyes out, Jerrie had had it rough growing up, and it took a lot to make him cry. She looked around, for maybe a glass bottle or a stick. One time, Plato had held off five Macs at once with a busted beer bottle.

They walked around her, slowly, silently. A smile gracing their faces as they circled her. One of them grabbed her right wrist, taking a sharp hold and making the bracelet press into her flesh. Another one took her other wrists, the two of them dragging the struggling Teazer into the alleyway. They had her pinned to the ground in seconds, one of them kneeling across her chest with his knees on her elbows. And if you don't think that it hurt, you're out of your mind. Oneof them held something sharp and cold to her throat, the feeling making her heart pound in her ears. The one sitting on her chest pounded his fist into her face, hitting the side of her jaw.

A flash of white and brown and Plato had him tackled off her. Admetus and Pouncival were beating the others away as Jerrie scooped his sister into his arms. She shook like a mad woman, trying to get rid of the sinking feeling of the almost-near-death experience.

"They didn't hurt you too bad, right?" Jerrie pulled back, staring into his sisters eyes. They did. Teazer was smarting and aching and her chest was sore and she was so nervous her hands were shaking and she wanted to start bawling, but you just don't say that to Jerrie.

"No, no I'm fine." Her vision was blurry with the tears, she sniffed, wiping away the excess water. Jerrie pulled her up from the ground with him, "Where were you heading anyways? The heist is in like 20 minutes." He scolded.

"What heist?"

"Teazer!" Everyone said at once, dropping the three now unconscious bodies to the ground. "How do you plan for us to hack these accounts without you?"

"Oh! Right right right . . . Yeah, lemme' just grab my laptop and we'll go!" She grabbed Jerrie's arm and ran back towards the house. Wiggling into a pair of tight black jeans and tank top, a black sweatshirt and grabbing her bag – full of everything they were going to need – the two siblings ran out to the waiting car.

Opening the door, Teazer ran straight into a tall and handsome Tom. She looked up at him trying, to think of something to say. Jerrie backed away slowly, running out the back door of the apartment. She could see him get in the car not a minute later over the Maine Coons shoulder.

"Hey, uh Teazer. Listen my computer crashed and I was just wondering if maybe, you could come over and check it out. Munk was telling me how good you are with computers-"

"Tugger. I would totally come over like, right now. But I've got somewhere really important to go, and I just . . . I'll call you as soon as I get back okay?" She maneuvered her way around him and ran straight out to the car. She climbed in, collapsing into the leather with a sigh. The engine revved and the tires screeched as they headed towards the café on the next town over.

"Everybody's hands go up now or I'll put a bullet in your head." The entire café looked up at Victor as he barged in. "Everyone against the wall." Victor pointed the gun at one young couple, the two instantly standing up and moving against the wall and sitting. Everyone else followed, scared out of their wits. Teazer sat down at a table, setting up the laptop and wiring quickly. She glanced up, Victor pointing the gun at a middle-aged couple, the two clinging tight to another. Victors hair was so blonde that it was nearly white, kind of steel gray eyes, as cold as stone. Jemima rolled her eyes nearly the same time as Teazer did, closing the space between them in two full strides. She pulled the gun out of his hand, undoing the barrel and letting the bullets fall to the floor. She took the cigarette that he'd just lit from his mouth, pressing the burning end to her tongue and dropping the cig to the ground. The sizzling sound died away as she glanced around at the stunned people.

"The rest of us have guns too ya know. Don't be getting any ideas."

Teazers fingers flew across the keys like lightening as she proceeded to ack into the Macavity's bank account. Cracking code after code the computers screen finally showed account numbers.

Access Granted

"Got it." She murmered, Plato moving to look over her shoulder. She smiled the dollar signs showing. Numbers dyed blue rolled up the screen, taking away the banking digits. "No." She whispered, sitting up straight and staring in horror at the computer.

"What's happening?" He asked, she stood up typing in error codes; none of them solving the problem.

"He's got me bouncing all over cyber-space., the computers gonna crash." The screen went black. "No. . ."

Vrrrrrr

The cell phone that lay next to the computer vibrated, making it bounce against the lacer wood. Teazer exchanged glances with both Plato and Jemima before slowly opening it and pressing the cell phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

A scream that shouldn't have been human came in through the speaker. "Hello?" She whispered again, taking the device with both hands. Another scream, her name gurgled in somewhere. The line went dead. She snapped the phone shut, looking ghost white and horrified.

"Where's Quaxo?"

[ LOL this was just some random idea I had. Yay!

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