Chapter 2 is up! Now about Rocky's life in the circus. Flaming is allowed,
but not preferred. R&R pls!!!
In Rocky's POV...
Disclaimer: Kay, I don't own CR and its characters.
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Chapt 2---Rocky's circus life
I woke up, groggy from the lack of sleep and found myself in a totally unfamiliar place. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. There was no one I could ask, only a couple of lions at the far corner and I wouldn't want to ask them. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and before I knew it, I was thrown into a cage. Oh man, I thought I was free. This is even worse than the farm. There was another rooster in the cage.
"Hey."
He shrank back, looking fearfully at me. "What an idiot," I thought.
"Hey, do you know what this place is? Why are we in cages?" I asked.
He shook his head without saying a word.
"Oh. His name is Ricky and he's afraid of practically anything," a voice said. It was a hen from a neighbouring cage. I looked at her. She was old enough to be my mother.
"Am not!" protested the rooster Ricky. His name reminded me of my unhatched sibling I wanted to name.
"What's your name?"
"Rocky Rhodes. Let's try this again. Where am I?"
"Sorry. We're just too excited. This, is the circus. The circus is a cruel place.," she shuddered.
"We're the acts." Ricky told me.
"Okay. This is the circus and you are the acts?" I said, not believing it.
"You are an act too. What is your performance?"
"Huh?"
"My performance is doing playing the old piano by jumping on the keys. Rick's is doing stunts on a chicken-sized bike," the hen explained.
"You'll soon know what your performance is tomorrow," said Ricky.
Ricky and that hen (still dunno her name) went to sleep in their cages. I tried to sleep, but I found that I could not, tired I may be. I kept thinking about my performance and what she said about the circus being a cruel place. "What makes this place a cruel place?" I wondered.
Just when I managed to doze off I was awoken by a human shaking the cages.
"Wake up you lazy nimbutts. Wake up!"
I got up and shook my aching head. I hadn't had much sleep last night.
I hadn't had time to recover myself and was suddenly grabbed by some guy. It hurts. He was grabbing my neck.
"Now what act should we give him?"
"I'm planning to put him with the rooster that rides the bikes. I already got another bike ready."
"Good. Start the training today. I want him doing stunts and climbing ramps by tonight."
By the time the training ended it was dark and every muscle I had was aching. I was hungry, I hadn't had any food since morning when I ate the two grains of chicken feed that was rationed to me. I was so tired, I fell asleep as soon as I entered the cage. I finally understood what Jas (that's the hen's name) meant by the circus being a cruel place. Training sessions from morning to night. Measly rations. Getting whipped for not knowing how to balance on a bike. That's circus life.
The next morning I awoke, fresh and alert, even before the guy in charge of the chickens had come to wake us up. But soon he did and he grabbed me by the neck again.
"Now let us see what you can do with Ricky."
I rehearsed with Ricky from morning till afternoon. It is performance time at night. I performed reasonably well and did not make any mistakes. After I finished performing I went back backstage obediently. Plenty of young hens about the same age as me were there. They had been watching my performance. For some unknown reason, they started to giggle and whisper. One of the hens got brave enough to pipe up "Hi, my name is Ellie. You can call me Elle, or anything you like."
I studied Ellie. Sandy brown feathers, blue eyes, and wears a matching scarf around her neck. "The name blue-eyes would suit her." I thought. So I went, "Hi blue-eyes." She giggled. After that there was a tsunami of hens fighting to tell me their names. I noticed that none of them were as pretty as Georgina. But I still went along and even flirted a bit with them. I was surprised at myself, I never knew I was so popular with girls. But now I knew, and I had fun.
The next morning I was woken earlier not by the annoying guy rattling the cage but by another rooster rattling the cage. I think his name was Alan and his act was carrying weights. (No joke, he could carry a 10kg weight) He bent the flimsy cage bars and came into the cage. Ricky shrank into a corner and gazed fearfully at him, but I think I was the one Alan was after. He grabbed me (by the throat again) and dragged me out of the cage to the cannon, where a group of roosters (not including Ricky) was waiting and cheering. He stuffed me down the cannon.
"Don't mess with my girl," he threatened in a murderous voice before stuffing me in head-first. He is jealous! Ha ha! However, there is nothing to laugh at if you're stuck in a cannon (head-first, some more) and it's cramped inside. I can hear the ringmaster calling me now. I would die if he finds me here. He would think I'm trying to fool around. I struggled and succeeded in wriggling even further down the cannon.
A few hours later, the ringmaster still can't find me. He's getting annoyed. I think I'm going to rot and die here. Then I overheard the ringmaster telling someone to replace the chicken cycling act with a human cannonball act since 'there is no point in continuing without that stupid rooster.' Uh oh.
In Rocky's POV...
Disclaimer: Kay, I don't own CR and its characters.
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Chapt 2---Rocky's circus life
I woke up, groggy from the lack of sleep and found myself in a totally unfamiliar place. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. There was no one I could ask, only a couple of lions at the far corner and I wouldn't want to ask them. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and before I knew it, I was thrown into a cage. Oh man, I thought I was free. This is even worse than the farm. There was another rooster in the cage.
"Hey."
He shrank back, looking fearfully at me. "What an idiot," I thought.
"Hey, do you know what this place is? Why are we in cages?" I asked.
He shook his head without saying a word.
"Oh. His name is Ricky and he's afraid of practically anything," a voice said. It was a hen from a neighbouring cage. I looked at her. She was old enough to be my mother.
"Am not!" protested the rooster Ricky. His name reminded me of my unhatched sibling I wanted to name.
"What's your name?"
"Rocky Rhodes. Let's try this again. Where am I?"
"Sorry. We're just too excited. This, is the circus. The circus is a cruel place.," she shuddered.
"We're the acts." Ricky told me.
"Okay. This is the circus and you are the acts?" I said, not believing it.
"You are an act too. What is your performance?"
"Huh?"
"My performance is doing playing the old piano by jumping on the keys. Rick's is doing stunts on a chicken-sized bike," the hen explained.
"You'll soon know what your performance is tomorrow," said Ricky.
Ricky and that hen (still dunno her name) went to sleep in their cages. I tried to sleep, but I found that I could not, tired I may be. I kept thinking about my performance and what she said about the circus being a cruel place. "What makes this place a cruel place?" I wondered.
Just when I managed to doze off I was awoken by a human shaking the cages.
"Wake up you lazy nimbutts. Wake up!"
I got up and shook my aching head. I hadn't had much sleep last night.
I hadn't had time to recover myself and was suddenly grabbed by some guy. It hurts. He was grabbing my neck.
"Now what act should we give him?"
"I'm planning to put him with the rooster that rides the bikes. I already got another bike ready."
"Good. Start the training today. I want him doing stunts and climbing ramps by tonight."
By the time the training ended it was dark and every muscle I had was aching. I was hungry, I hadn't had any food since morning when I ate the two grains of chicken feed that was rationed to me. I was so tired, I fell asleep as soon as I entered the cage. I finally understood what Jas (that's the hen's name) meant by the circus being a cruel place. Training sessions from morning to night. Measly rations. Getting whipped for not knowing how to balance on a bike. That's circus life.
The next morning I awoke, fresh and alert, even before the guy in charge of the chickens had come to wake us up. But soon he did and he grabbed me by the neck again.
"Now let us see what you can do with Ricky."
I rehearsed with Ricky from morning till afternoon. It is performance time at night. I performed reasonably well and did not make any mistakes. After I finished performing I went back backstage obediently. Plenty of young hens about the same age as me were there. They had been watching my performance. For some unknown reason, they started to giggle and whisper. One of the hens got brave enough to pipe up "Hi, my name is Ellie. You can call me Elle, or anything you like."
I studied Ellie. Sandy brown feathers, blue eyes, and wears a matching scarf around her neck. "The name blue-eyes would suit her." I thought. So I went, "Hi blue-eyes." She giggled. After that there was a tsunami of hens fighting to tell me their names. I noticed that none of them were as pretty as Georgina. But I still went along and even flirted a bit with them. I was surprised at myself, I never knew I was so popular with girls. But now I knew, and I had fun.
The next morning I was woken earlier not by the annoying guy rattling the cage but by another rooster rattling the cage. I think his name was Alan and his act was carrying weights. (No joke, he could carry a 10kg weight) He bent the flimsy cage bars and came into the cage. Ricky shrank into a corner and gazed fearfully at him, but I think I was the one Alan was after. He grabbed me (by the throat again) and dragged me out of the cage to the cannon, where a group of roosters (not including Ricky) was waiting and cheering. He stuffed me down the cannon.
"Don't mess with my girl," he threatened in a murderous voice before stuffing me in head-first. He is jealous! Ha ha! However, there is nothing to laugh at if you're stuck in a cannon (head-first, some more) and it's cramped inside. I can hear the ringmaster calling me now. I would die if he finds me here. He would think I'm trying to fool around. I struggled and succeeded in wriggling even further down the cannon.
A few hours later, the ringmaster still can't find me. He's getting annoyed. I think I'm going to rot and die here. Then I overheard the ringmaster telling someone to replace the chicken cycling act with a human cannonball act since 'there is no point in continuing without that stupid rooster.' Uh oh.
