Dèjá vu
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing...well I am particle owner of the Kick-an- elf Inc. if you are interested in joining this cult-I mean organization contact me via e-mail.
A/N: I'm trying to get into the habit of one chapter in a week, if you have any ideas contact me once again via e-mail.
Chapter three, Welcome to N'awlins
"We have arrived!" Aahz called, they had indeed arrived, she had parked her car across the street, from a building sitting on the coroner. The building was covered with ivy, it looked old and in need of repair, but the bright green ivy made it catch the eye and hold it just long enough to read the gold letters above the door, Dèjá vu, have you been here before? The phrase was becoming all too familiar to Randall. There were several black curly wired and matching chairs, there was a green awing over them and it too had ivy over it cascading down it.
"Ok so I just get out of the car, you don't want me to blend or anything?" Randall asked once more, he was just about to get out of the car but the though had come to him once again.
Aahz sighed and turned in her seat, "Yes just get out, besides if you do, do that weird chameleon thing, your head warp will still be there, now that would be noticed...or at least during the day." She got out of the car Randall shook his head.
"If I get caught and put on the dissection table, I swear I'll-"
"What? Haunt me? You'll be dead not much you can do after that. Now come on!" She grabbed his upper arm and started to walk across the street. A red sports car crested the small hill and sped down it. The driver, a man with hair the color of corn bread and eyes the blue of corn flowers. Was coming down to New Orleans for his two weeks of vacation. He wasn't looking at the woman and the monster crossing the road, and probably would have hit them, if he hadn't heard the yell. "HEY WATCH WHERE YOUR GOIN'!" The head driver's head whipped back to look forward; he had been watching a hot red head in a leather mini skirt walk by, just in time to stop. The person who yelled turned out to an equally hot woman with black curly hair, and something else, maybe a weird dog. He slammed on the brake and his car stopped about a foot from the odd duo. "If you wanna drive like that go back to New York, jackass!" She kicked the front of his car so hard that the bumper dented. The driver looked stunned and then drove off in a rage thinking about how much getting the dent fixed would cost him and if it would ruin his vacation if it did, well he'd think about that later.
As soon as the driver was out of sight Aahz yelled, "OW! OW! OW! That hurt, what a jackass he was gonna hit us!" She sucked in her breath and limped towards the bar.
"Why did you do that, we could have just moved." Randall pointed out, "He would have probably hit us."
Suddenly a voice came from behind them. "Aahz has a lot of reasons for what she does, and most of them don't make any sense, that one however did." Randall and Aahz turned around and came face to face with the Monk. He did indeed have on a monk's robe, and the hood was pulled up shadowing the lean face underneath it, but despite the shadows Randall could still see the dark hair and smooth face behind it, the shadows made the face look hallow, just like a statue.
"Hi Monk, great to see you, care for a drink and some business?" Her greeting was cheerful, and she was not at all surprised by his dramatic appearance.
"Sure why not, the morning is bright, the sky is blue and I remain sober as of yet!" He began walking past Aahz and Randall, then he seemed to realize something, he paused and then turned back around facing them."Oh forgive me, I forget my manners, I am Monk and you are?" He offered his had to Randall.
"Randall." They shook hands and once again Monk began his way into the bar, the bell above the door chimed as the Monk walk in, and simultaneous yells of "Hi Monk!" rang out.
"See I told you, you wouldn't be noticed." And then she walked into the bar and Randall followed suit.
"Is that guys name really Monk?" Randall asked.
"Could be, we aren't entirely sure, and if he doesn't want to tell us then well that's his business not ours."
As they entered the bar, Randall subconscious brought up the thought, Have I been here before? He quickly pushed the thought back. The bar's walls where a deep rich blue, there were several curly wired tables, and matching chairs, just like the ones outside. There was a stage at the back with the accustom speakers and lights above it, there was a sign in the middle that read, Sunday night Jazz band playing 8-10 pm, and Week nights 7-9 pm open mic.. Around the stage there were three black leather couches arranged with dark green throws and pillows. The actual bar was on the right side, it had a deep mahogany top with a glossy well-polished finish, there was a menu above the bar, and black high stools arranged around it. The Monk was already there sitting on one of the stools and chatting with a portly Jamaican woman who was cleaning a glass, she noticed Aahz and called over, to her. The woman was waring an identical shirt to Aahz with the exception that it was purple instead of red, she had a small black apron on, the kind that Aahz would have to put on soon. The woman's face was not beautiful but not ugly either. It was caught in that plain of ordinary. Her most distinct feature was her eyes, bright and happy and full of laughter, that also complemented the creasless forehead, that told everyone that the woman had never been unhappy and if she had then she didn't dwell on it long enough for it to show. The only lines on her face were the ones around her mouth from smiles.
"Suguh! I thought you was watching the thing-" She saw Randall at Aahz's side, "oh well how you doin?" The woman bent over the bar and look directly at Randall.
"Still livin'" He said rubbing his head.
The woman gave a hearty laugh, her sparkling eyes lit up with delight she nodded her head approvingly. "You'll fit in fine here."
"Hey Lucy, can you hand me my slave band?" Aahz walked through the door to the bar, "Randall if you'll just have a seat next to the Monk?"
Lucky walked over to the little hooks on the wall be hind her next to the bottles of booze and the giant mirror that was behind them. "Here ya' go suguh. I don't know why you call it that though, you own this here bar."
"Because," She gave a long dramatized sigh, "It is a symbol of my oppression!" She raised a fist at the opposing ceiling. "Those corporate bastards will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes!" There was a roar of 'here here!' from the few patrons in the bar.
"Did I hear somebody plotting?" the voice came from a small window in the middle of the wall behind the bar, the booze and the mirror behind it were shaped perfectly to it. So when the man's head popped into it wearing one of those funny paper hats that some cooks wore, it made you want to turn around to check the wall behind you. "Miss. Aahz, I thought you wasn't comin into work today."
"Change of plans Jewels my boy! You got those grills runnin?"
"Sure nuff' I just fired um' up! They is rip roaring and raring to go!" His voice was excited, anybody who knew Julius knew that his one passion was cooking, and he did it well, that's why he became a cook, but because of his up bringing, his family didn't have enough money to get by so he didn't even have a high school diploma. He had, had to drop out to get a job to support them, but then Aahz came to town, and had needed a cook, she had promised good wages if he worked hard. As an interview she asked him to cook a meal, he did, and after she had taken the third bite, she hired him, that was eight years ago and now Julius sent money to his family and he had a house of his own. He was fearlessly loyal to Aahz, and if somebody set eyes to be rude or unkind to her, he'd send them out the door flying to land on their rears. Julius was tall and packed with muscles, he had arms the size of small sport utility, and wasn't afraid to use them, even if was wearing an old white grease stained apron. "Good." Aahz replied, then she turned to Randall, "You up for some breakfast Big Easy style?"
"No." Randall said, he didn't want to tempt fate another time by eating something that might kill him, but his stomach betrayed him.
"Thought so." She said cocking an eyebrow. "Jewels fry up some head and tail for our esteemed visitor."
"Gottcha." He said and his head disappeared from the window.
"Head and tail?" Randall asked.
"Don't worry you'll love it, it's a bit spicy thought." Aahz waved at him and looked behind him as something caught her eye, the bell above the door chimed, as the door was slammed open.
A/N: I'll have another chapter up within this week I promise! I've got a great idea for the next chapter, but I need to put it into the next chapter for dramatic effect. So review please. There might be some strong language in the next chapter so, watch out for those of you with weak ears.....no, wait um, eyes maybe? Yes! That's it, eyes.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing...well I am particle owner of the Kick-an- elf Inc. if you are interested in joining this cult-I mean organization contact me via e-mail.
A/N: I'm trying to get into the habit of one chapter in a week, if you have any ideas contact me once again via e-mail.
Chapter three, Welcome to N'awlins
"We have arrived!" Aahz called, they had indeed arrived, she had parked her car across the street, from a building sitting on the coroner. The building was covered with ivy, it looked old and in need of repair, but the bright green ivy made it catch the eye and hold it just long enough to read the gold letters above the door, Dèjá vu, have you been here before? The phrase was becoming all too familiar to Randall. There were several black curly wired and matching chairs, there was a green awing over them and it too had ivy over it cascading down it.
"Ok so I just get out of the car, you don't want me to blend or anything?" Randall asked once more, he was just about to get out of the car but the though had come to him once again.
Aahz sighed and turned in her seat, "Yes just get out, besides if you do, do that weird chameleon thing, your head warp will still be there, now that would be noticed...or at least during the day." She got out of the car Randall shook his head.
"If I get caught and put on the dissection table, I swear I'll-"
"What? Haunt me? You'll be dead not much you can do after that. Now come on!" She grabbed his upper arm and started to walk across the street. A red sports car crested the small hill and sped down it. The driver, a man with hair the color of corn bread and eyes the blue of corn flowers. Was coming down to New Orleans for his two weeks of vacation. He wasn't looking at the woman and the monster crossing the road, and probably would have hit them, if he hadn't heard the yell. "HEY WATCH WHERE YOUR GOIN'!" The head driver's head whipped back to look forward; he had been watching a hot red head in a leather mini skirt walk by, just in time to stop. The person who yelled turned out to an equally hot woman with black curly hair, and something else, maybe a weird dog. He slammed on the brake and his car stopped about a foot from the odd duo. "If you wanna drive like that go back to New York, jackass!" She kicked the front of his car so hard that the bumper dented. The driver looked stunned and then drove off in a rage thinking about how much getting the dent fixed would cost him and if it would ruin his vacation if it did, well he'd think about that later.
As soon as the driver was out of sight Aahz yelled, "OW! OW! OW! That hurt, what a jackass he was gonna hit us!" She sucked in her breath and limped towards the bar.
"Why did you do that, we could have just moved." Randall pointed out, "He would have probably hit us."
Suddenly a voice came from behind them. "Aahz has a lot of reasons for what she does, and most of them don't make any sense, that one however did." Randall and Aahz turned around and came face to face with the Monk. He did indeed have on a monk's robe, and the hood was pulled up shadowing the lean face underneath it, but despite the shadows Randall could still see the dark hair and smooth face behind it, the shadows made the face look hallow, just like a statue.
"Hi Monk, great to see you, care for a drink and some business?" Her greeting was cheerful, and she was not at all surprised by his dramatic appearance.
"Sure why not, the morning is bright, the sky is blue and I remain sober as of yet!" He began walking past Aahz and Randall, then he seemed to realize something, he paused and then turned back around facing them."Oh forgive me, I forget my manners, I am Monk and you are?" He offered his had to Randall.
"Randall." They shook hands and once again Monk began his way into the bar, the bell above the door chimed as the Monk walk in, and simultaneous yells of "Hi Monk!" rang out.
"See I told you, you wouldn't be noticed." And then she walked into the bar and Randall followed suit.
"Is that guys name really Monk?" Randall asked.
"Could be, we aren't entirely sure, and if he doesn't want to tell us then well that's his business not ours."
As they entered the bar, Randall subconscious brought up the thought, Have I been here before? He quickly pushed the thought back. The bar's walls where a deep rich blue, there were several curly wired tables, and matching chairs, just like the ones outside. There was a stage at the back with the accustom speakers and lights above it, there was a sign in the middle that read, Sunday night Jazz band playing 8-10 pm, and Week nights 7-9 pm open mic.. Around the stage there were three black leather couches arranged with dark green throws and pillows. The actual bar was on the right side, it had a deep mahogany top with a glossy well-polished finish, there was a menu above the bar, and black high stools arranged around it. The Monk was already there sitting on one of the stools and chatting with a portly Jamaican woman who was cleaning a glass, she noticed Aahz and called over, to her. The woman was waring an identical shirt to Aahz with the exception that it was purple instead of red, she had a small black apron on, the kind that Aahz would have to put on soon. The woman's face was not beautiful but not ugly either. It was caught in that plain of ordinary. Her most distinct feature was her eyes, bright and happy and full of laughter, that also complemented the creasless forehead, that told everyone that the woman had never been unhappy and if she had then she didn't dwell on it long enough for it to show. The only lines on her face were the ones around her mouth from smiles.
"Suguh! I thought you was watching the thing-" She saw Randall at Aahz's side, "oh well how you doin?" The woman bent over the bar and look directly at Randall.
"Still livin'" He said rubbing his head.
The woman gave a hearty laugh, her sparkling eyes lit up with delight she nodded her head approvingly. "You'll fit in fine here."
"Hey Lucy, can you hand me my slave band?" Aahz walked through the door to the bar, "Randall if you'll just have a seat next to the Monk?"
Lucky walked over to the little hooks on the wall be hind her next to the bottles of booze and the giant mirror that was behind them. "Here ya' go suguh. I don't know why you call it that though, you own this here bar."
"Because," She gave a long dramatized sigh, "It is a symbol of my oppression!" She raised a fist at the opposing ceiling. "Those corporate bastards will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes!" There was a roar of 'here here!' from the few patrons in the bar.
"Did I hear somebody plotting?" the voice came from a small window in the middle of the wall behind the bar, the booze and the mirror behind it were shaped perfectly to it. So when the man's head popped into it wearing one of those funny paper hats that some cooks wore, it made you want to turn around to check the wall behind you. "Miss. Aahz, I thought you wasn't comin into work today."
"Change of plans Jewels my boy! You got those grills runnin?"
"Sure nuff' I just fired um' up! They is rip roaring and raring to go!" His voice was excited, anybody who knew Julius knew that his one passion was cooking, and he did it well, that's why he became a cook, but because of his up bringing, his family didn't have enough money to get by so he didn't even have a high school diploma. He had, had to drop out to get a job to support them, but then Aahz came to town, and had needed a cook, she had promised good wages if he worked hard. As an interview she asked him to cook a meal, he did, and after she had taken the third bite, she hired him, that was eight years ago and now Julius sent money to his family and he had a house of his own. He was fearlessly loyal to Aahz, and if somebody set eyes to be rude or unkind to her, he'd send them out the door flying to land on their rears. Julius was tall and packed with muscles, he had arms the size of small sport utility, and wasn't afraid to use them, even if was wearing an old white grease stained apron. "Good." Aahz replied, then she turned to Randall, "You up for some breakfast Big Easy style?"
"No." Randall said, he didn't want to tempt fate another time by eating something that might kill him, but his stomach betrayed him.
"Thought so." She said cocking an eyebrow. "Jewels fry up some head and tail for our esteemed visitor."
"Gottcha." He said and his head disappeared from the window.
"Head and tail?" Randall asked.
"Don't worry you'll love it, it's a bit spicy thought." Aahz waved at him and looked behind him as something caught her eye, the bell above the door chimed, as the door was slammed open.
A/N: I'll have another chapter up within this week I promise! I've got a great idea for the next chapter, but I need to put it into the next chapter for dramatic effect. So review please. There might be some strong language in the next chapter so, watch out for those of you with weak ears.....no, wait um, eyes maybe? Yes! That's it, eyes.