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Resident Detective Lion of the police bureau nodded to himself in self praise.
“This is the by far the most stupid fucking assignment I’ve ever been given.” The badger looked on with jeering eyes.
“I’m sorry Les, I have no choice~! It was the direct orders from the higher ups.”
The honey badger stared on in disbelief at this lion.
“Why don’t you get those preppy herbivores to do it?” Les ruffled through the fur on his head with irritation.
“While Cherryton is a coed school, most of them wouldn’t dare to meet with hybrids. Leftstone actually classifies itself as a school for low end carnivore students to avoid hate groups and ‘government intervention.’” The lion turned to the the window behind him, the blinds half turned to let the light in creating light stripes in the room. “And since your in Cherryton now, you prestigious Cherryton student, will oversee some club activities of the poor people school as the good Cherryton Sumerian!”
“I’ve been here for a month, what Cherryton student? I ain’t fucking doing this shit job!”
“So, I did tell you that I couldn’t pay you till the end of the month, yeah?” The lion brought out a black bag from a chest and put it on his desk with a clunk sound. The clunk sound was disturbing and sounded like a xylophone that smashed and piled together. The air of it wafted into Les’s noise causing a pulsing reaction. His mouth twisted into a snarling expression and his small eyes dilated to the point where his vision was becoming blurrier than it was. Les instinctively tried to hide it with his hands but his body kept twitching involuntarily. Hiding his withdrawal symptoms were easier when he was alone with a carnivore but this was a different story.
(That’s...)
“Animal bones right? Your sense of smell is always on point. Honey badgers are rather convenient, aren't they? They can eat anything!”The lion chuckled. “So, I guess it’s a deal then?”
Even if he wanted to refuse, the honey badger had no free will to choose. Trying to hold his breath, the honey badger just nodded in agreement.
“Good good.” The detective put the bag back into the chest and clapped his hands together. “Starting today, you will be part of the Cherryton high school drama club and act as their representative and oversee some of the Leftstone drama club development for a month.”
Les’s symptoms stopped monetarily giving him a chance to breathe. He threw his backpack onto his shoulder and headed out looking behind him slightly as he closed the door, taking note of the smiling lion that had showed no reaction to the animal bones in the bag.
Crazy old man...
Last Edit: Dec 21, 2019 10:47:41 GMT by Leslie Witt
It was rare for the drama club of Leftstone Public to ever be busy. A quaint, quiet room that contained the broken dreams and stacks upon worn scripts. Most of the members were almost always off in their own little world- or possibly never showed up at all. With the lax way that the school attempted to try and avoid spending money on them, it was hard to say that participating in your club was ever enforced. However, something about today was different, as though a strange spirit had possessed every manner of animal to make the worlds collide. Felines going over scripts together, shrews discussing the spotlight placements, bears of many shapes hulking over equipment- standing there in the doorway, Lincoln could only assume everyone had finally gone mad. The young hybrid tilted his head to the side a bit, stepped out into the hall, and just stared at the sign in front of the entrance for a long while. No way... He scratched his head a bit, creeping back into the room with a bizzare look on his face. "Good afternoon everyone...is...something happening today?"
"Hmmm? Oh! Lincoln! We got word that a Cherryton student is coming to watch over us for a month!"
"Eh? Why?" Almost as quickly as he was answered, his question was left hanging in the air. Lincoln's face scrunched up a bit, doubt filling every corner of his eyes before he just sighed. Shrugging he left to go join the acting team, slapping his hands together to quickly try and join the crowd. There was no use in questioning people like this after all, who the heck would even willing come here was beyond him, but hey, he wasn't about the judge.
Les couldn’t hear the chattering in the classroom very audibly but he could assume it was because they’ve already received the news. The honey badger walked through the familiar hallways, seriously considering a bike or a motorcycle because walking from the school to the police station and now to the slums is way too much walking in a day. He’d rather get shot in the head.. not that all bullets could kill him a quickly anyways.
He knocked on the door and the murmuring silenced itself. Not minding the silence, Les opened the door. The look on his former schoolmate’s faces were very mixed so much so that Les couldn’t help but grin. Some were understandably shocked, some were angry, and some were about to burst into tears laughing. Les was there, in a Cherryton uniform, in the drama club of all places. He was supposed to be dead. “What the actual fuck!!?” “What the hell Les?!” “Why the hell are you working with the herbivore assholes of the city!?” “Les go to hell!” “Just die already, ya damn weasel.” “Hey can we all just calm-“ “Shut the fuck up! You know full well he’s a dipshit!”
All the voices sprang in unison, disjointed insults and questions that projected everyone's thoughts and feelings into a collection of bursting noise. Jeers from all shapes and sizes, mostly damn hybrids and carnivores making noise in the room. Les didn’t give one flying fuck.
“LISTEN UP SLUTS!” He shouted clapping together trying to get everyone to shut the hell up. It didn’t matter how long he has been in this school or the next; if he were a traitor or an asshole. He badly needed those bones since that ringing and pain in his head finally started. The smell of the hybrids made it worse. “Y’all are probably aware so you dumbasses don’t need much explaining. I’m here to oversee you fucks and if you don’t do a good job, y’all ain’t getting cash for this Leftstone from the government. It’s a sink or swim ya feel?”
Everyone just looked at each other in confusion and then started being loud again,
“And why the hell we should listen to you, traitor!” “Yeah, what has those fucking cherry whatevers did for us!?” “Yeah!!!” “What’s in it for us, hah Lessie?”
“Listen listen,” Les made a gesturing motion as he began to explain, “Fellas, ya gotta understand. You street rats are the only reason this school even exist.” He sat down on a stool nearby. “If y’all aren’t approved by the big boss of this city, this school is gonna get a run for their money. Ya know the cops right? Most likely, they're gonna come and clean this place out first.” He paused for a sec and then looked around the room at everyone gawking at his words.
There was truth behind this statement. Once the new mayor is elected, it's only a matter of time before they attempt to take a few gangs out and “clean up” the streets. That included fixing up the surrounding areas near the Back Alley and sending the problems students and outcast “away.” That’s the fate of those who live near the Back Alley.
He smirked, “I got a bullet to my head and this place is the next thing on that hit list. Ya listen to me or we all gonna go down.”
Silence filled the room once again.
“Fine, let's get back to rehearsal… if this shit is the last thing we can actually do. Everyone back to work!” One of the panthers commanded breaking the silence.
“Ah, one more thing.” Les interrupted. “I ain’t the only one overseeing this shit hole. Another cherry’s coming your way, an actual one. Y’all better best be on ya best fucking behavior!”
It was a half-joke so some ended up giggling a bit.
“Dismissed.”
Les was about to pass out from the pain that he was trying to fake this whole time. With the added stress bonus of trying to keep all these idiots quiet, it was a toll to say the least.
Last Edit: Dec 24, 2019 8:21:58 GMT by Leslie Witt
The universe must have been in the mood for jokes that day. Leslie Witt There was very few who didn't know his name around school and even fewer who weren't scared of him. It must have been in the middle of the school year until the boy just...up and vanished. Rumors just guessed he left to eloped with a secret lover (unlikely), others said he became a mafia boss (very likely), but most just assumed that he was just dead (Most likely.) Lincoln stared right at the honey badger for a moment, his tail flicking back and forth before anxiously before settling back down. Don't want to get eaten? You don't go near Leslie Witt. But if you're a hybrid...Lincoln looked down at his script then back up at Les, a small mischievous smile stretched across his face.
"Leslie, can you help me with this part?" Lincoln chirped in, gnawing his back teeth as he looked down at the small text. "Unfortunately, Most other carnivores are too tall or far too loud to hear me from up there, so it's hard for them to rehearse with me. Would you mind running over some lines with me?" The rest of the acting team just stared over at the small rabbit-fox's figure, rubbing their hands over their face before giving up and turning away from the scene all together. The shrews in the banister grumbled turning the spotlight on and off. "IS IT ON?" "HELL IF KNOW HARRY." "I'M PULLING THE SWITCH WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?" "I CAN'T FIND MY GLASSES!" "WHAT??? I can't find mine either. I thought you had them." "Eh? You didn't have yours?"
Lincoln's ears twitched a bit as he looked over the line in his head- quickly circling his parts in pencil as he went through the book and then attempting to pass it over to Les.
That smell was oddly familiar, it was so familiar that he wanted to puke. Les couldn’t hear the young small hybrid who was actually older than him through all the noise but he could spell out what Lincoln was saying despite the blurring vision.
“Hey kid, I thought you were joining track with ya bros.” The honey badger replied with a scratchy voice. The reason he had such a reaction to hybrids that were of different food classes was unclear. Even when he was trying to push his memories back, he couldn’t tell why the smell of both species combined together made him uneasy, despite being able to eat all species of animals including carnivores. He couldn’t consume a hybrid despite it being everything he could eat and has eaten.
His nose scrunched up together.
The worst offender of it all was Lincoln. Hybrids like him weren’t exactly common and while Leftstone was “known” for them, not everyone could have a kid like Lincoln. Some carnivores could stomach the thought of hybrids and others could not. For some reason, Les was one of them who couldn’t.
“I’ve never done this acting shtick because so don’t expect much.” He squatted down to make eye level contact with the small fox bunny.
There was a lot of commotion when he walked in, walked back in. Namira flicked her ears toward their whispering peers, trying to tune into the gossip. There were many hurtful things said about Leslie; things she couldn't identify with, but she understood the hate just as easily.
"Well, I, for one, am glad to have Leslie back," Namira boomed, walking over to him in the gymnasium. She briefly placed a clawed hand on his shoulder, allowing it to slip off as she walked around him to stand at Lincoln's side. Really, she held no favor for the honey badger, but she liked to go against the grain when it seemed like the affinity could get her somewhere. "How 'bout you, Lincoln?"
She tried to interrupt them before starting with the rehearsal.
"I took Acting as an elective last year, so I decided to join the club this year." Lincoln grinned, his ear giving a small flick before standing back up. He watched the carnivore's reactions carefully, slowly folding his fingers in his hands as he stared. I'm also still order than you. The chimera corrected to himself. Had they talked often before? If only for Lincoln to bug the much larger carnivore then yes. It was part of his big scheme and not one stone could be left unturned- even if that stone was a big, delinquent meat-eater with abnormally good grades. Lincoln's tail swished back and forth as though trying to recount his lines for him. "Death is impartial. The reaper is the true symbol of co-existence and co-prosperity. Only I...Adler can save this world." He paused for a moment, rubbing his forefinger with his thumb. "Oh, I'm not playing the Adler, we're just starting from there."
Lincoln's ear flicked off to the side for a second, tilting his head ever so slightly as Namira spoke. He knew. He knew, but oh was he not about to push against this thing she was setting up. "Un, yeah, I like Leslie!" The chimera chirped in, folding the knuckled of his hands together as his tail swished in the air. That wasn't a complete lie. He liked messing with the honey badger because he didn't like the scent of hybrids, but wasn't that all the same in this context? Lincoln, glanced around the room, acting as though he was counting his lines in his head as he spoke up again. "I think it's fantastic that Leslie is moving on to better places! Cherryton is a good school and it is hard for strong, carnivorous animals to reach high in society after all."
The shrews in the banister stopped their banter for a moment, leaning over the edge with sniff sniff sniff of their noses. Lincoln could see some of the acting crew shake their heads- those who knew the young hybrid, rubbing their face into their hands in pure utter exasperation. It was a face he knew all too well. He smiled to himself for just a second, but hid is just as fast, counting out his lines on his fingers before closing it into a fist. "Isn't that the line for the Reaper too? Something something impartial. Something something co-existence and co-prosperity?"
There was a silence in the room that immediately erupted into laughter and retorts.
"OI LINCOLN, AT LEAST GET THE LINE RIGHT, KID?!?!?" "THAT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE!!!" "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?!?!?!" "TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!!"
"Ha ha ha, sorry, sorry! Namira, do you know it? I gave Leslie my script." With that, he passed the baton back to his fellow hybrid.
He stared at the tall hybrid that announced her thoughts as she casually joined the conversation and then Les stared at the small hybrid who he was already conversing with. Les rubbed the back of his head. (As if one hybrid wasn’t enough.)
He completely ignored the fact she actually said something good about him. He probably couldn’t hear what she said over the sounds of the busy room while trying to pay attention to What Lincoln was saying.
Les observed Lincoln’s cherry reply to the tall hybrid. The little fox bunny would have captured the heart of any passerby but as for Les…
(This little shit.)
Lincoln was messing with him, again. The smell of the two that were before him jumbled his brain. He took the script that was handed to him and promptly rolled it up and tapped the head of the tiny young hybrid.
“Death is impartial. The reaper is the true symbol of consistency and co-prosperity. There is no justice in this floating world. Which is why only I, Adler can save this world!” (Ch.157)
Les had recited Lincoln’s Adler lines, the other animals shocked to hear the school’s most hated speak in such poetic words.
He spoke in a confident tone. Although his voice wasn’t the most eloquent, rather it was raspy. However, the words came out in a steady succession as if… he memorized it fully. The young badger had gone over the script throughout the night and though his tired eyes, he was able to recite it by heart.
“Isn’t that right?” He turns to Lincoln before turning to the rest of them. “Y’all better stop yammering and start practicing, ya incels!”
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