#a-framed-rabbit

@a-framed-rabbit

“… Are you familiar with the concept ‘back-handed compliment’?” Eddie’s chest stood to a most minimal puff, his breaths came at regular intervals, and in an act of unadulterated miracle– his nostrils weren’t flared.

“To answer your question, rab–Roger… my friend… I feel like a’ ZILLION SIMOLEONS!”

“You know Roger, I should be thanking you for still being alive and not guilty. If not for you, Eddie, and your wife....old doom would still be kicking and keeping the law. So thanks for that, now there is nothing save for a few rival gangs to stop my boss from owning our town.”

@a-framed-rabbit

Darkness, shadows, the strings vibrating and trembling with every gentle touch to the keys that they were bound to. The sounds were launched into the air, music notes invisible to the eye but all to easily registered by the ears. His fingers played without the mind’s knowledge, swiftly gliding over the keys, the sound ripped through the air with a passion and fire that was hard to believe existed outside of prewritten sheet music. Eyes closed, sealed from the world, his mind drifted away into a place that was far away. His music displayed this far away world, this far away time, a time long gone and buried in the darkness of the life that was once there. The melody was gentle, kind, but depressed all the same. There was a sense of melancholy there, a residue left and slowly piling up. There was hope there too, but it burned up like fast eaten fuel in a fire. It ignited the air for merely a moment before disappearing into the vastness of the space surrounding him. In moments like this, he was unawares to his environment, his mind was locked in the perception of whatever he saw in his mind’s eye.

That is, unless there is a noise. When he heard the sound of the door clicking shut he snapped to alertness. He was alarmed, a wince of pain as his finger landed on a sour note that pulled him completely from that day dream, from that gentle reminder of past adventures and lost times. It was such a painful jerk to reality, it almost ripped his breath straight from his lungs and sent his brain into an anxiety fueled panic. Just like the gentle sunbeams that poured through the window with a golden glow, he pushed through the emotions that came with the suddenness. As the dust flowed gently in the sun rays, displaying just how old this room was, it became apparent that sunset would soon cast it’s oranges and yellows across the soon to be night sky. The time of Solaris was passing and soon Selene would take her position as the Goddess of the sky where she would search endlessly for Endymion. Scrooge turned towards where he heard the noise and was surprised to see the other.

“Ah… Sorry ‘bout tha’…” Was all he said, his mind still absent from the tangible world around him.

With great power comes great responsibility...especially if you’re a well known crooked mobster. In that case, it also came with great burdens. Specifically ones that involve being accused of a few gang killings that weren’t ordered from you in the first place.

Despite dealing with the trials and being proven innocent and let go, what Alca didn’t want to deal with is the police breathing down her neck and bushy tail about issues already solved. A mini vacation from Chicago was needed, just until all the news of said killings have simmered down. The squirrel, along with three others who worked with her in the mob, have decided on Los Angeles to temporarily settle in.

The first two days have gone by well, a majority of establishments treating the squirrels as if they were simply tourists. Yes, the humans around have felt intimidated by their presence, but so far, nothing has gone terribly wrong. Day three had arrived and the four mobsters were driving in their rental car to a tour for one of the city’s well known movie studios. Unfortunately, it seemed like they’ve took a wrong turn at some point as they were now heading towards a dark tunnel that sat at the end of the road. The car was stopped before going any further and the squirrels got out of the car to observe their surroundings. No one else was around as far as they knew so it should be safe to, right?

“Are you sure the human said to go this way?”

“Positive, Alca. Tch, mierda, you think he could have been playing and just lead us to a dead end for his own amusement?”

     Still being the hungry child that he is, Wakko's eyes averted towards a food truck and dashed into the line. The line got shorter every passing moment. Wakko constantly kept checking to see if he was next.