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Cara DeLongpre


Lady Leopard

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Date: Feb 22, 2008
Hawaii streets to a dark lonely bus stop bench
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   It was different to see the white wolf weeks ago, then to feel the presence of other animals.  It pretty much chased Anna from the Lava Lounge last night.  She ran, laptop bag that was at her side and all...  How could that happen?  Her first arrival at the Hawaii air port was... weird.  She felt the things running around, bind in a cage of mental power.  Why did she come to Hawaii again?  Oh right... for help.  Well...first night was a drag... no help there, just trouble.  SHe encountered two snakes... not at the same time.  Oh boy was that a shock.  The one with black hair... the feeling of a snake coiling around and ready to strike made her jump from her seat and nearly fall off. 

   Now she that there with that black Toshiba bag in her lap.  Hands flat and hot with fear.  She should of had the doctor contact the people here... so she at elast had someone to hid her.  Oh so very new to the 'infection'.  That's what the doctor said.  'I cannot help you... so I'm sending you to the hospital in Hawaii'.  Like it was a serrious matter.  Her throat nothing but soft skin now... which confused her even more.  She looked at what she wore... it was like a  nightmare that called out for attention.  Almost knee high platform boots that laced in the front.  They were like this emo gothic kind of style that she'd gotten used to back when Jacklin was still taking her out to the mall and being 'nice' to her.  Dark blue low rise jeans that tucked into the boots, and a long sleve shirt that said 'I'll be your best friend if you shot me'.  The shirt itself looked like it had an undershirt, the shirt itself was black, with sleves of dark grey.  A golden chain with a golden cross that was flat against her chest under the shirt.  She'd had the cross since her second birthday, the chain had been replaced at least a hundred times.  Long strands of brown silk wavy hair clung to her bakc.  No sweater, nothing to keep her warm.  Just the clothing she had on now.  Then the thought rolled in....

   What if she couldn't find someone to help who she was... what if Jacklin had some how managed to come to Hawaii looking for the rest of her meat.  She'd made it awefully clear that she was a pet anymore.  But just a fearful, little girl that pretty much had a fear of... well, everything.  Anna Marie Jacobs, a minor with this problem of finding trouble no matter where she went.  The last bus had already came and gone.... Where would she go?  No idea.  Things were just free falling now it seemed.  Anna pushed herself from the bench and pulled that laptop case strap ove rher left shoulder and began to walk.  Where she had no idea... but she had to keep moving at least. 

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Cars and Candy


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Date: Feb 23, 2008
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She work in one of those little rusty 2 car garage, chain link storage lot kind of gar station auto shops. One wrecker, 4 gas pumps, on squigy to wash your windows and they still sell moon pies! Luck would have it was also close to a large parts store where of course they ordered all their parts from. Bad luck for Joe being there go to gal as her Pops like to call her.

To short a distance to drive just for the right sized fan belts, but to long for her to walk it either. While walk when you can cruse on 4 wheels under the power of your own propulsion? Pink and white checkered converse synched tight with fuzzy but dirty neon pink laces connected with the board under her feet. Grease smudged jeans cut off at just below the knees rested low on the hip. held tight by a silver studded where rested the little leather pouch filled with Gummy bears today! White beater, covered in a few dirty hand prints, smudges of axle grease, break fluid.... and dirt fit snugly against the voluptuous upper portions. Blue work shirt with the name JOE on the patched on name tag.

Strawberry locks were scattered wildly around the angelic face. One porcelain cheek tainted with a streak of black used dirty oil. For all her icky mess the smell of automotive fluids was the delicious scent of cotton candy. Now this was a trip she sometimes made 4 or 5 times a day.

And along this journey was an old cat named Mister Tuggles. He must have been living down that name all his life by being a ass hole. Every time she passed by the big fat bastard charged out hissing and a fussing swatting at the air in warning. But after weeks of this the two of them had come to a type of agreement. There own little ritual. Mister Tuggles would attack, and Joe would pull the air soft gun out of her belt, click it to rapid fire and shot the fat fur ball in  to submission as she glided past!

Ok so she was the only one that agreed to the shooting but it is not like Mister Tuggles asked if he could go all Britney Spears on her every damn day.  So it was just like any other day when she rolled on buy, this big fugly pug faced matted haired puss came snapping and spitting from on the old wood porch.

The bright colored simi auto drew down and she let fall a rain of multicolored plastic balls sending Mr Tuggles jumping and flinching before darting back behind the fence that lines the property. 

"Bye Mr. Tuggles." The gray beast jogging along side her caught it first. Then her mortal mind caught on to the scent, to the monster that was sitting only some 20 yards away on the corner across the street. Joe had been on the island's for well a number of years now and she had come across a few wolves. Just nothing on the alarm sounding power levels. This girl was about as Unalarming as ever.

But here she was, looking like some lost puppy sitting in the pet store window waiting for someone to have a soft spot in their heart for her. That's Joe. Big old candy munching softy.  Lips smacked, jaw grinding up and down smashing the pink glob of rubbery sugar. The tip of her tongue manipulated the spongy convection in to a flat chip against the back of her teeth.

Huff of breath and that pink bubble started to grow. Bigger and bigger and bigger till the dame thing was near as big as her head. She could just see over the bubble to read the writing on the girls shirt.

Come on its a perfect step up! What are the chances of every having this happen again. Her shirt said "I'll be your best friend if you shot me" Here is Joe with a gun! Right damn she drew the colorful weapon and laid in to her with a few shots before skidding to a stop.

Bubble popped, sucked back in over pink cotton candy lips with a smack and snap. She had a smile that was pure sunshine. Eyes of playful hazel green, and a voice of kind hearted angel.

"Ok.. Your my best friend now. Names Joe. How's it hang'n toots. Look like your lost or something." Feet on solid down, pressing her toes down on the back fin flipping the rounded nose up in to her hand. "Wants some candy?" It was a scene right out of a "Don't talk to strangers" film from the 1970's.

Save that she looked like a mix between skater punk and grease monkey and not a balding fat man. Reaching for her back pocket. She presented a tootsie roll. A nice 3 inch long stick of gooey chocolate!


-- Edited by Cars and Candy at 15:51, 2008-02-23

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