Disclaimer: Is a tradition to say that I do not own Hey Arnold, and added
with that I don't own Who Framed Rodger Rabbit and Lin X.
Author: Nabb Road is an actual place. Yes you can have Kidney Stones at the age 23, I have had them surgically removed and ultra sounded out and that all started not 3 months after I turned 14 which meant that I had one while I was 13. Nina is in memory of my cat Miss Kitty. This is much different then A midsummer night's dream. Trust me.
Hello, I'm Gina and I never thought that I would be involved with cartoon characters, a framed crime, or a mystery. Boy did all that change.
It all started in the summer after college. I was a painter, a pretty good one at that. I had my little obsession with a certain cartoon called "Hey Arnold", complete with fan fictions and whatnot. 23 years of age and I had blue/green eyes with hair that I swear could change colors to whatever it felt like. Reaching to a height of 5'4" I was comfortable with my slim figure. I have nothing to show except legs (years of swinging on swings as a child). I have a nice complexion but I am no supermodel though I did get an offer through the mail. The only thing attached with my persona is my red hat, earning me the nickname Lin X. Enough about me, lets back to the story.
While I was in the middle of a painting, the "Annoyance", I noticed a certain multi-color spot on the wall of my apartment. I thought nothing of it since it was only about as big as a dime. An hour later though.
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"Mr. Garret, I promise to you that there is a spot on wall, it has multiple colors and it is getting bigger. It is now the size of a paper plate." I was exaggerating; it was the size of a platter. "No, Mr. Garret, I did not overdose on my pills. Fine! Whatever you say Mr. Garret, if you don't believe me I'll fix it myself. Good day to you to!" *Crash* The beautiful sound of someone getting their anger out on a telephone. To no one imparticular I found the next words out of my being. "How the hell am I supposed to fix this mess?" sigh. "I have to meet the doctor; I'll take care of it later."
The drive down to Nabb Road was uneventful and so was the appointment (thank god! All I need is another kidney stone to worry the crap out of me). But the drive back was not so lucky. "Hello Officer. Allen? Oh shit."
"So you remember me? I was wondering if you would ever call back." The words rolled of his lips drenched with acid.
"Oh but I did call you the day after our boring date but your wife picked up which I thought you didn't have yet. Anyway, why did you pull me over if not to bug me?"
"You know that it is Indiana, so I can pull you if I think you don't have your seat belt on, Miss Larson." I always hated that smile, good thing he didn't even try to kiss me on that boring date from hell.
"Well as you can see I am wearing my seat belt so TTFN, Ta Ta For Now." Thank you God for not letting me go on another date with guy, and I pray he stops trying to cheat on his wife. Amen.
"I still have to see your driver's licenses, Miss Larson." I can tell that he is enjoying this very much, the jerk.
"Here, take it, I have an extra just in case." Please go away, Sean, please go away.
He handed my licenses back through the window of my Volts Wagon Thing. People made fun of me for having it, but I always wanted one since I was 14. "Have a nice day." I will have one now that you left Officer Allen. I had no other problems until I got home.
"Nina, I'm home, did you leave all your 'presents' in the littler box?" Oh, yeah, almost forgot, I have a cat named Nina. She is a Manx (a tailless breed of cat) calico and tabby mix of fur color (sliver tabby but only on her back and forehead, and heel of right hind leg, rest is white), with brown eyes.
You know that multi-colored spot on wall? By this it is gone, but some else had took its place. "Oh. My. God. I'm hallucinating! I'm seeing a football headed cartoon character in my living room. Maybe Rose was right; I need to get away from my paints once in awhile." He had blonde hair sticking out odd places, emerald green eyes, and approximately 5'9". On top of his cornflower waves was a little blue hat. He looked like he worked out but not so much to give him that silly Mr. Universe look. In other words, he looked damn good, even with the football head.
"Where am I? Last thing I remember is someone running after me in an alley, and it defiantly did not look this realistic." His eyes (damn those beautiful gems) quickly darted around the room. You could tell he was not comfortable with the 'realistic', as he put it, surroundings. He must have felt like what Detective Valiant did in Toontown ("Who Framed Rodger Rabbit").
It didn't take long for me to find my voice. "You're in Indianapolis, Indiana, real side, for you. May ask what your name is oh figment of mine?" If only my mind could make up something not so good looking.
"I'm Arnold -" As soon as he tried to say his last name, a truck passing by honk its horn. "I'm from Hillwood, Washington, I have no idea what you call it, and the last time I checked I was a human, not a figment of someone's imagination." He stood up and stretched out his hand. "What's yours?"
I accepted his hand with a reply. "My name is Gina Dawn Larson. If you're not a figment, then other people would see you right? Right. So since it is 5:30, let's go out to eat my treat." I crossed my arms, daring him to say no.
"I agree, but how about it on my treat, since I did enter your apartment expectantly." Now he stood with the same challenging look.
"One problem, you don't have 'real' money, I do, so you'll just have to live with me paying for it." His arms dropped to his sides as he exhaled with a sigh.
"Fine, but as soon as I can I will make it up to you Miss Larson."
"Don't call me Miss Larson. Call me by Gina or Lin X, but never Miss Larson. It's too formal for my taste when I am eating out unless it's business. How do you like pizza?"
And that was the start of the story I never thought possible.
Author: Nabb Road is an actual place. Yes you can have Kidney Stones at the age 23, I have had them surgically removed and ultra sounded out and that all started not 3 months after I turned 14 which meant that I had one while I was 13. Nina is in memory of my cat Miss Kitty. This is much different then A midsummer night's dream. Trust me.
Hello, I'm Gina and I never thought that I would be involved with cartoon characters, a framed crime, or a mystery. Boy did all that change.
It all started in the summer after college. I was a painter, a pretty good one at that. I had my little obsession with a certain cartoon called "Hey Arnold", complete with fan fictions and whatnot. 23 years of age and I had blue/green eyes with hair that I swear could change colors to whatever it felt like. Reaching to a height of 5'4" I was comfortable with my slim figure. I have nothing to show except legs (years of swinging on swings as a child). I have a nice complexion but I am no supermodel though I did get an offer through the mail. The only thing attached with my persona is my red hat, earning me the nickname Lin X. Enough about me, lets back to the story.
While I was in the middle of a painting, the "Annoyance", I noticed a certain multi-color spot on the wall of my apartment. I thought nothing of it since it was only about as big as a dime. An hour later though.
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"Mr. Garret, I promise to you that there is a spot on wall, it has multiple colors and it is getting bigger. It is now the size of a paper plate." I was exaggerating; it was the size of a platter. "No, Mr. Garret, I did not overdose on my pills. Fine! Whatever you say Mr. Garret, if you don't believe me I'll fix it myself. Good day to you to!" *Crash* The beautiful sound of someone getting their anger out on a telephone. To no one imparticular I found the next words out of my being. "How the hell am I supposed to fix this mess?" sigh. "I have to meet the doctor; I'll take care of it later."
The drive down to Nabb Road was uneventful and so was the appointment (thank god! All I need is another kidney stone to worry the crap out of me). But the drive back was not so lucky. "Hello Officer. Allen? Oh shit."
"So you remember me? I was wondering if you would ever call back." The words rolled of his lips drenched with acid.
"Oh but I did call you the day after our boring date but your wife picked up which I thought you didn't have yet. Anyway, why did you pull me over if not to bug me?"
"You know that it is Indiana, so I can pull you if I think you don't have your seat belt on, Miss Larson." I always hated that smile, good thing he didn't even try to kiss me on that boring date from hell.
"Well as you can see I am wearing my seat belt so TTFN, Ta Ta For Now." Thank you God for not letting me go on another date with guy, and I pray he stops trying to cheat on his wife. Amen.
"I still have to see your driver's licenses, Miss Larson." I can tell that he is enjoying this very much, the jerk.
"Here, take it, I have an extra just in case." Please go away, Sean, please go away.
He handed my licenses back through the window of my Volts Wagon Thing. People made fun of me for having it, but I always wanted one since I was 14. "Have a nice day." I will have one now that you left Officer Allen. I had no other problems until I got home.
"Nina, I'm home, did you leave all your 'presents' in the littler box?" Oh, yeah, almost forgot, I have a cat named Nina. She is a Manx (a tailless breed of cat) calico and tabby mix of fur color (sliver tabby but only on her back and forehead, and heel of right hind leg, rest is white), with brown eyes.
You know that multi-colored spot on wall? By this it is gone, but some else had took its place. "Oh. My. God. I'm hallucinating! I'm seeing a football headed cartoon character in my living room. Maybe Rose was right; I need to get away from my paints once in awhile." He had blonde hair sticking out odd places, emerald green eyes, and approximately 5'9". On top of his cornflower waves was a little blue hat. He looked like he worked out but not so much to give him that silly Mr. Universe look. In other words, he looked damn good, even with the football head.
"Where am I? Last thing I remember is someone running after me in an alley, and it defiantly did not look this realistic." His eyes (damn those beautiful gems) quickly darted around the room. You could tell he was not comfortable with the 'realistic', as he put it, surroundings. He must have felt like what Detective Valiant did in Toontown ("Who Framed Rodger Rabbit").
It didn't take long for me to find my voice. "You're in Indianapolis, Indiana, real side, for you. May ask what your name is oh figment of mine?" If only my mind could make up something not so good looking.
"I'm Arnold -" As soon as he tried to say his last name, a truck passing by honk its horn. "I'm from Hillwood, Washington, I have no idea what you call it, and the last time I checked I was a human, not a figment of someone's imagination." He stood up and stretched out his hand. "What's yours?"
I accepted his hand with a reply. "My name is Gina Dawn Larson. If you're not a figment, then other people would see you right? Right. So since it is 5:30, let's go out to eat my treat." I crossed my arms, daring him to say no.
"I agree, but how about it on my treat, since I did enter your apartment expectantly." Now he stood with the same challenging look.
"One problem, you don't have 'real' money, I do, so you'll just have to live with me paying for it." His arms dropped to his sides as he exhaled with a sigh.
"Fine, but as soon as I can I will make it up to you Miss Larson."
"Don't call me Miss Larson. Call me by Gina or Lin X, but never Miss Larson. It's too formal for my taste when I am eating out unless it's business. How do you like pizza?"
And that was the start of the story I never thought possible.