Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the wait but now it is finished (for now), the new chapter to "A Cat and Fox's Tale" is now ready to be read to the public; but before I do so, I want to thank Daedalus370 for reviewing last month and for being a good sport and all. At least, I know that perhaps it is still staying gold...
Call [Girl(s)] Waiting
Everything had now transitioned to where twilight fell as the sun eclipsed by the horizon, moments before the new moon would herald a breaking dawn hours after. The big blue sky that had accommodated the white puffy clouds now had spectrums of red and gold for everyone to see as it is. The (en)harmonic honking and beeping of the constant traffic jam that resided in between the foreground and the background of this big city was the sure sign that this was now rush hour, automobiles of all sizes, makes, and even models now at a greater disadvantage on the (super)highways, freeways, throughways, expressways, and even the interstates regardless of direction whatsoever as the flat and narrow was being used to the constant ritual of getting run over by the travellers' tires. A calm breeze strolled through the town offering a sense of serenity to passersby; in turn, a few pedestrians (and bicyclists as well) were all aware that the breeze would keep many of them cool and unperturbed as most went to continue on with their daily lives outside their homes. The people that had gone to work either by any means necessary were given an opportunity to just go ahead on home to their lives for many hours to come before going through the same day. Other than that, it was so obvious that once had darkness would overwhelm the entire city, the night will come out and play that funky music like a bright boy.
No matter, Ella Mental here was practically by far one of the many people throughout the world or at least in this sense around the neck of the woods to be generally relieved that the workday was officially over; in fact, history didn't manage to repeat itself like yesterday where she had to stay back and clear things up. At first, the tangerine feline had to slow it down some but not split a clown and bum off the individual; even when her old hit sounded dumb, she'd held it in now and crown them where she found them at though she had got them around town, she could've drowned in and would have floated all bloated voted sugar coating loaded hip shooter. So the company drew for the poor free coffee at the banks, hitting through the straw none more for her so catty, thankful that the blanks the raw sewage which stank lit sunk passed the pit for more of the hardcore prank spit cranked on full blast, rolling past the front street and blew the whole spot like some old woman with worms meat as these two kids (Yin and Yang) rushed too fast juiced off from a junked treat who could get looser off a crank/funk beat. Ella couldn't dig it like a spigot but others guess that she could kick it so wicked ordering a liquor shot, if she was happy and she'd know then clapped her hands to the thick snot of a poet flowing it through a broken pen and in dope, rhyming all worth it then the hopeful diamond would be required off the black market or wiretapping couldn't target a jar of spit as the rapid fire sparked alit. Be if a rapper or a bug zapper, it didn't matter afterwards if they were thugs or dapper, to the feline it was either that she would plug her trap or risk maximum exposure to the beast that got family in numbers asking them for closure. Her employer would rather send them a gun and tell them to clean then go get the cleric to say: "villain or a gorilla named John."
But, something was starting today so where did it go and Ella wanted be known that November had come when Weenie-howl has gone away and so did her mirage when she found herself standing in front of two other( female)s, a teenage maize vampire with flowing red hair that had matched the owner's eyes and a feminine mauve imp with darker hair and glowing green eyes. "Oh, we were looking for you," the older (yet middle-aged) one had exclaimed, finding the feline still wearing her snow white undershirt and rose red sarong all while barefoot. Realizing that they were in the locker room throughout the time being, Ella responded to the two colleagues a bit less bluntly, "I suppose that we are to be summoned any moment from now, am I right?" "That's not exactly the reason why we're here, Ella-kyo…" the sharp-fanged vampire corrected the feline staunchly but a bit more politely, "in fact, I believe that Sara-kun would rather be the one to tell you something." "Go on… I'm listening," Ella had inquired, waiting for an answer from either one of them as she started to return to her locker and pulled out that uniformed blouse to don right back in like from the morning after. As the feline did so, the imp had given out answer that was being materialized from the latter's mouth at that moment spooning with anger a bit (luke)warmly and calm, "you remember that accountant from last night, Ken isn't that right, huh…?" "Yeah, I remember him–we were cleaning up the room that jerk jock Ultimoose trashed…" Ella had answered as she had tied a green sash over her blouse around her waist like from before, "why do you ask?" "He said that he and his friends wanted to go bowling tonight and had invited us too; you want to come with us?" the teenager had asked the feline with little to no emotion whatsoever. Insouciantly, Ella had replied to them both altogether, "give me some time to think about; I'm supposed to be helping him with some plans for our next move…"
At that moment, the feline had finally pulled out some shoes and socks from the locker and started preparing to put them back on. "Well, alright then if it's fine with you," the older (yet middle-aged) woman said as she and the vampire started to leave Ella alone to finish dressing up, "if you change your mind though, then it's fine anyway; just don't forget to bring your friends…!" Alone at last, Ella could hear the quietness of it all at and it was like death, dead again, one more time…
Author's Note: Well, there you have it my friends and there's plenty more where that came from; still, quoting Christine Hargensen from Stephen King's Carrie, "this isn't over! This isn't over by a long shot!" Trust me, you know where I'm going with this; anyways, I've decided to give Saranoia and Smoke a prominent role which will last for another few chapters 'til they return to the background like everyone else while bringing back Ultimoose and Ken to the fray as well. At least once they start to go bowling, you'll be thinking of Grand Theft Auto IV soon enough or Saints Row 2; I don't care...
PLEASE R&R