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This story involves my original character, Shelby. For a quick backstory, in an RP event from way, way back in the day she became immortal which now leads to adventures that span for thousands of years.
Thursday Prompt: Cash
Story: A Cats Bad Day
Deep into the warehouse district of LA a large bear was nervously looking out the window of an old building through the slats of some cheap window blinds, anxiously tapping his finger on the windowsill. “Finally…” grumbled as he saw a 1990 Ducati 900 pull up to the front and a person get off.
The rider had boots on their feet and a two piece leather motorcycle suit that clung tightly to their curves, which had the man suddenly noticing that the delivery driver was a woman, even before her helmet came off to reveal her feminine feline face.
Licking his lips with a devilish grin he’d quickly unlocked the door and flung it open, eyeing the short woman in front of him and folding his arms over his chest. “Well whatta we got here? You do more than deliveries kitten?”
“No,” said coldly back, her eyes narrowing at the man as she handed him an envelope with a clipboard underneath that had the courier contract attached to it. “Here’s your package, sign at the bottom and I’ll give you your copy of the contract receipt. It’ll be forty seven dollars… No checks, cash only, as discussed.”
The bear blinked at the tiny feline and gave her a slight sneer, taking the envelope and looking at the clipboard. “Well if you’re gonna be a bitch about it you can get the fuck outta here. I wasn’t gonna pay you anyway,” He then tried to slam the door but found it wouldn’t budge. Pushing harder, the door still wasn’t moving which had him staring at it with a confused expression.
“What the hell?” his brain tried to contemplate why the door wasn’t closing, but the only thing he saw in the way was the feline’s hand holding it open with a strength that couldn’t be coming from the small woman, could it?
“Forty seven dollars, and sign the damn contract or I will come in there and make you do it,” the woman glared up at the much taller bear with those bright green feline eyes, a stern expression on her face that had him pause a moment.
The pause didn’t last long however, as he then put all of his weight against the door and managed to shove it closed and force the deadbolt with a quick flick of the lever. “Ha! Go fuck yourself B…” before the bear could finish his insult the door suddenly exploded open, with pieces of wood flying all over the room.
Falling backwards from the force and crashing into the back of an old couch, a look of fear filled his eyes as the feline stepped through the shattered door frame and into the building. “Wha… what in the world… you’re some kind of monster!”
“The hell is going on in there? Tommy just get the package and stop messing around already!” someone shouted from the back room, the bear's eyes darted behind himself, then back to the feline.
Quickly reaching into his pocket he’d pull out a switchblade knife and push the button to extend the blade, but in the time it took the blade to release the woman had his wrist in her grasp and a loud snap could be heard just before he let out an agonizing scream. “Aaahhh! You fucking bitch! You broke my damn wrist!”
“Ya well, it sounds like someone else is here so I’ll just have them pay me and sign the damn contract,” lifting her leg up and kicking the man hard in the stomach, he’d topple over the couch and crash onto the floor with a whimper. “Stay there, you get up and I’ll break your other wrist.”
The three men in the other room were staring at the door as they heard a scream, then a woman talking on the other side. The human who was sitting behind a desk nodded to the two canines who were with him, who both drew their pistols and watched the door in front of them.
As the door swung open both canines started to fire their guns, only stopping when they noticed that nobody was standing there. A sudden crash came from the ceiling as the roof over one of the canine’s heads caved in, a female feline landing on the man and knocking him to the ground.
The other canine raised his pistol to shoot the woman, but she was on him in the blink of an eye, hand grasping at his gun and pulling it from his grip. She’d then throw the gun through the window with a shattering of glass before turning back and punching the canine square in the chest which sent him flying across the room and into a wall.
The one who she had leapt on managed to get himself to his feet again, shaking his head and then trying to take a few swings at the cat. She ducked the first, then grabbed his hand on the second and stopped the motion of his fist mid swing.
Grasping his hand tightly she turned her wrist down and forced the must taller canine onto his knees, he hollered out in pain from the intensity of her grip. Reaching back to try and take another swing with his free hand, a tail suddenly wrapped around his arm and pulled him to the ground with a strength that surprised him enough that he didn’t see the uppercut coming for his chin, sending him flying into the air and knocking him out cold.
The feline then turned to the utterly shocked human still sitting behind the desk, his mouth open and his eyes unblinking. A clipboard was slammed down in front of him, and a finger pointing to the bottom of the page. “Sign, the damn, contract… and pay me!”
The man was in so much shock from what had just happened he didn’t even know what to say or do. Instinctively, he reached for the pen and signed on the signature line, blinking a few times and then handing her the clipboard back. The woman then ripped the carbon copy off and tossed it at the man, placing a hand on her hip and staring him down. “Cash, now!”
“Umm… uhh…. The safe is over there… take… whatever you need!” pointing to the wall behind her and then placing his hands on top of the desk.
Looking back at the safe, then returning her gaze to the man, the feline pointed at him and hissed through clenched feline teeth. “You stay right there and don’t try anything funny. This is the third time this week someone tried to stiff me.”
Walking over to the safe and opening it, she’d start rifling through it to get her money. “The third time! Boss said he’d fire me if it happened again but you know what? I don’t need this shit, or this job. I fucking quit after this!” slamming the safe shut and then turning to the man behind the desk. “Have a good day! And thank you for hiring Ducati Express, asshole!”
Slamming the door to the room behind her, the man behind the desk heard her yelling at the one in the front room again, telling him not to get up. A few minutes later he’d hear the motorcycle fire up and speed off, the loud engine echoing against the buildings in the area.
“What… the actual hell just happened,” the man behind the desk said out loud before falling back in his chair.
The canine who was punched in the chest walked up behind him, a hand rubbing at his shirt as he leaned on the desk. “I think she broke some ribs boss… I might need to see a doctor.”
“Shit… check the safe Paul… quick, go see what she took!” shaking a finger at the safe and then standing up in his chair. The canine leaning on the desk glared at him a moment but did as he was told, heading over to the safe to look inside.
“She took… forty seven dollars… that’s it. I mean we’ve got a lot of drugs and over a hundred thousand in here… easy… she just took forty seven. Weird, huh?”
The man behind the desk looked down at the crumpled copy of his contract that was sitting on the desk. Reaching down to pick it up, he noted that the bill was forty seven dollars, cash only. “Hey Paul, tell the big boss I don’t care how quick he needs to send us something, for the love of god don’t hire Ducati Express again…”
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This story involves my original character, Shelby. For a quick backstory, in an RP event from way, way back in the day she became immortal which now leads to adventures that span for thousands of years.
Thursday Prompt: Cash
Story: A Cats Bad Day
Deep into the warehouse district of LA a large bear was nervously looking out the window of an old building through the slats of some cheap window blinds, anxiously tapping his finger on the windowsill. “Finally…” grumbled as he saw a 1990 Ducati 900 pull up to the front and a person get off.
The rider had boots on their feet and a two piece leather motorcycle suit that clung tightly to their curves, which had the man suddenly noticing that the delivery driver was a woman, even before her helmet came off to reveal her feminine feline face.
Licking his lips with a devilish grin he’d quickly unlocked the door and flung it open, eyeing the short woman in front of him and folding his arms over his chest. “Well whatta we got here? You do more than deliveries kitten?”
“No,” said coldly back, her eyes narrowing at the man as she handed him an envelope with a clipboard underneath that had the courier contract attached to it. “Here’s your package, sign at the bottom and I’ll give you your copy of the contract receipt. It’ll be forty seven dollars… No checks, cash only, as discussed.”
The bear blinked at the tiny feline and gave her a slight sneer, taking the envelope and looking at the clipboard. “Well if you’re gonna be a bitch about it you can get the fuck outta here. I wasn’t gonna pay you anyway,” He then tried to slam the door but found it wouldn’t budge. Pushing harder, the door still wasn’t moving which had him staring at it with a confused expression.
“What the hell?” his brain tried to contemplate why the door wasn’t closing, but the only thing he saw in the way was the feline’s hand holding it open with a strength that couldn’t be coming from the small woman, could it?
“Forty seven dollars, and sign the damn contract or I will come in there and make you do it,” the woman glared up at the much taller bear with those bright green feline eyes, a stern expression on her face that had him pause a moment.
The pause didn’t last long however, as he then put all of his weight against the door and managed to shove it closed and force the deadbolt with a quick flick of the lever. “Ha! Go fuck yourself B…” before the bear could finish his insult the door suddenly exploded open, with pieces of wood flying all over the room.
Falling backwards from the force and crashing into the back of an old couch, a look of fear filled his eyes as the feline stepped through the shattered door frame and into the building. “Wha… what in the world… you’re some kind of monster!”
“The hell is going on in there? Tommy just get the package and stop messing around already!” someone shouted from the back room, the bear's eyes darted behind himself, then back to the feline.
Quickly reaching into his pocket he’d pull out a switchblade knife and push the button to extend the blade, but in the time it took the blade to release the woman had his wrist in her grasp and a loud snap could be heard just before he let out an agonizing scream. “Aaahhh! You fucking bitch! You broke my damn wrist!”
“Ya well, it sounds like someone else is here so I’ll just have them pay me and sign the damn contract,” lifting her leg up and kicking the man hard in the stomach, he’d topple over the couch and crash onto the floor with a whimper. “Stay there, you get up and I’ll break your other wrist.”
The three men in the other room were staring at the door as they heard a scream, then a woman talking on the other side. The human who was sitting behind a desk nodded to the two canines who were with him, who both drew their pistols and watched the door in front of them.
As the door swung open both canines started to fire their guns, only stopping when they noticed that nobody was standing there. A sudden crash came from the ceiling as the roof over one of the canine’s heads caved in, a female feline landing on the man and knocking him to the ground.
The other canine raised his pistol to shoot the woman, but she was on him in the blink of an eye, hand grasping at his gun and pulling it from his grip. She’d then throw the gun through the window with a shattering of glass before turning back and punching the canine square in the chest which sent him flying across the room and into a wall.
The one who she had leapt on managed to get himself to his feet again, shaking his head and then trying to take a few swings at the cat. She ducked the first, then grabbed his hand on the second and stopped the motion of his fist mid swing.
Grasping his hand tightly she turned her wrist down and forced the must taller canine onto his knees, he hollered out in pain from the intensity of her grip. Reaching back to try and take another swing with his free hand, a tail suddenly wrapped around his arm and pulled him to the ground with a strength that surprised him enough that he didn’t see the uppercut coming for his chin, sending him flying into the air and knocking him out cold.
The feline then turned to the utterly shocked human still sitting behind the desk, his mouth open and his eyes unblinking. A clipboard was slammed down in front of him, and a finger pointing to the bottom of the page. “Sign, the damn, contract… and pay me!”
The man was in so much shock from what had just happened he didn’t even know what to say or do. Instinctively, he reached for the pen and signed on the signature line, blinking a few times and then handing her the clipboard back. The woman then ripped the carbon copy off and tossed it at the man, placing a hand on her hip and staring him down. “Cash, now!”
“Umm… uhh…. The safe is over there… take… whatever you need!” pointing to the wall behind her and then placing his hands on top of the desk.
Looking back at the safe, then returning her gaze to the man, the feline pointed at him and hissed through clenched feline teeth. “You stay right there and don’t try anything funny. This is the third time this week someone tried to stiff me.”
Walking over to the safe and opening it, she’d start rifling through it to get her money. “The third time! Boss said he’d fire me if it happened again but you know what? I don’t need this shit, or this job. I fucking quit after this!” slamming the safe shut and then turning to the man behind the desk. “Have a good day! And thank you for hiring Ducati Express, asshole!”
Slamming the door to the room behind her, the man behind the desk heard her yelling at the one in the front room again, telling him not to get up. A few minutes later he’d hear the motorcycle fire up and speed off, the loud engine echoing against the buildings in the area.
“What… the actual hell just happened,” the man behind the desk said out loud before falling back in his chair.
The canine who was punched in the chest walked up behind him, a hand rubbing at his shirt as he leaned on the desk. “I think she broke some ribs boss… I might need to see a doctor.”
“Shit… check the safe Paul… quick, go see what she took!” shaking a finger at the safe and then standing up in his chair. The canine leaning on the desk glared at him a moment but did as he was told, heading over to the safe to look inside.
“She took… forty seven dollars… that’s it. I mean we’ve got a lot of drugs and over a hundred thousand in here… easy… she just took forty seven. Weird, huh?”
The man behind the desk looked down at the crumpled copy of his contract that was sitting on the desk. Reaching down to pick it up, he noted that the bill was forty seven dollars, cash only. “Hey Paul, tell the big boss I don’t care how quick he needs to send us something, for the love of god don’t hire Ducati Express again…”
You ever have just a really bad day, one where you forget yourself and just sort of go on an emotional rampage? Shelby's having one of those days.
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Thank you for the fav and the laugh! Glad you enjoyed it!
All I kept seeing was the newspaper delivery boy from the surreal comedy Better Off Dead.
Here's a compilation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6z9Cg46Nktw
Here's a compilation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6z9Cg46Nktw
Oh I cannot tell a lie, that was going through my head too. Maybe she should have had a switchblade comb!
Ah~hahahahahaha.
I don't know if I could have resisted taking anything more~
A kitty got her cash~ That's for sure :3 I'm sure everyone will think again about stiffing her. I certainly would :D
I don't know if I could have resisted taking anything more~
A kitty got her cash~ That's for sure :3 I'm sure everyone will think again about stiffing her. I certainly would :D
Thank you!! She could have taken more, but that wouldn't have been as funny lol. Shelby woke up on the wrong side of the bed and these hooligans found out the hard way!
I think it shows a bit of her personality too, her taking just what she was owed.
Very fun read, Shelbaroo :3
Very fun read, Shelbaroo :3
That was great. This could have been so easy, but no. They had to do everything the hard way.
Thank you!! All they had to do was pay their bill and nobody would have been punched in the face!
I guess "service with a smile" wasn't really part of Shelby's onboarding... though I think it can be overlooked in this case.
Also, three instances of clients trying to skip out on their bill? That by itself warrants the reaction she had even before any weapons appeared.
Also, three instances of clients trying to skip out on their bill? That by itself warrants the reaction she had even before any weapons appeared.
Thank you!! I think any chance of a smile was ruined right at the start. Sometimes your just have enough of clients being jerks lol
"You ever have just a really bad day, one where you forget yourself and just sort of go on an emotional rampage?"
Sssssoooo close many times but not quite yet ;)
And they fully deserved that, it would be a politer society if everyone could do what Shelby did! btw I meant to ask a couple of things, why is she so strong? And as someone so long-lived why doesn't she have more money? Compound interest over a long time would build up, the documentary Highlander had the main character very rich but having to change his identity every few decades.
Sssssoooo close many times but not quite yet ;)
And they fully deserved that, it would be a politer society if everyone could do what Shelby did! btw I meant to ask a couple of things, why is she so strong? And as someone so long-lived why doesn't she have more money? Compound interest over a long time would build up, the documentary Highlander had the main character very rich but having to change his identity every few decades.
Thank you!! We've all had those days, haven't we! I bet people would be nicer if there were more Shelby's running around lol
Good questions! When I was originally creating Shelby eons ago, she definitely went through several iterations before I settled on all of her traits as they are now. Shelby was born out in the wild, on the cusp of intelligence and feral before domestication sets in lol. I did a lot of well, weird research on wild cats and tried my best to have her be an intelligent yet wild anthro, so best and worst of both worlds. So basically, she's as strong as a large, wild, feral cat because her species evolved enough to be intelligent but not enough to grow out of the wild strength of large cats.
This has a lot of drawbacks too, which I've touched on a bit. like the fact that her body heats up quickly which makes her tired easily. Using all of those powerful muscles burns a lot of calories which in turn raises her body temp super fast. Her muscles and bones are also super dense, which might keep her tiny, but she's pretty heavy. A human around her size should weigh around 120 pounds but Shelby's around 175. This is more for comedic effect of course. She also needs to sleep a lot, 8 hours a night is not enough for our fair feline and she can easily sleep an entire day if she really exerts herself, like fighting a dragon for instance! There's a bunch more negatives I haven't even touched on yet, some of them kinda funny actually... things you learn while doing research! Her capture story will explore a lot of it just because, doctors poking and prodding.
As far as money, it's a multi level issue lol. Part of it is, Shelby just doesn't care. In modern times money is necessary but when you lived through a thousand years of it not really being all that important, her brain just isn't wired to desire it that much. Now, Shelby is still a material girl living in a material world so, she does want things, but she'll tend to save enough to get that thing instead of over saving or future planning. Also she has really bad luck, since the universe is constantly poking at her. Unlike Conner McCloud of the clan McCloud, she hasn't really had the opportunity to compound her finances, usually something will end up going wrong to screw it all up.
Anyway I didn't mean to write a book! I guess I just got excited. I love all of your questions! It's a kind of magic :)
Good questions! When I was originally creating Shelby eons ago, she definitely went through several iterations before I settled on all of her traits as they are now. Shelby was born out in the wild, on the cusp of intelligence and feral before domestication sets in lol. I did a lot of well, weird research on wild cats and tried my best to have her be an intelligent yet wild anthro, so best and worst of both worlds. So basically, she's as strong as a large, wild, feral cat because her species evolved enough to be intelligent but not enough to grow out of the wild strength of large cats.
This has a lot of drawbacks too, which I've touched on a bit. like the fact that her body heats up quickly which makes her tired easily. Using all of those powerful muscles burns a lot of calories which in turn raises her body temp super fast. Her muscles and bones are also super dense, which might keep her tiny, but she's pretty heavy. A human around her size should weigh around 120 pounds but Shelby's around 175. This is more for comedic effect of course. She also needs to sleep a lot, 8 hours a night is not enough for our fair feline and she can easily sleep an entire day if she really exerts herself, like fighting a dragon for instance! There's a bunch more negatives I haven't even touched on yet, some of them kinda funny actually... things you learn while doing research! Her capture story will explore a lot of it just because, doctors poking and prodding.
As far as money, it's a multi level issue lol. Part of it is, Shelby just doesn't care. In modern times money is necessary but when you lived through a thousand years of it not really being all that important, her brain just isn't wired to desire it that much. Now, Shelby is still a material girl living in a material world so, she does want things, but she'll tend to save enough to get that thing instead of over saving or future planning. Also she has really bad luck, since the universe is constantly poking at her. Unlike Conner McCloud of the clan McCloud, she hasn't really had the opportunity to compound her finances, usually something will end up going wrong to screw it all up.
Anyway I didn't mean to write a book! I guess I just got excited. I love all of your questions! It's a kind of magic :)
Ah I see, that makes sense, thanks! And I approve regarding your knowledge of Highlander / Queen ;)
The Kurgan is by far one of the best movie villains of all time, that's my opinion anyway lol. Also who doesn't like Queen? One of the best bands ever!
Absolutely! I really should watch that movie again at some point ;)
Thank you!! I'm glad I got a chuckle, it was a lot of fun to write!
Shelby doesn't play around hahahaha. In LA, the doors are where Shelby wants them to be
Haha! Doors are just a suggestion sometimes!
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