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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:45 pm
It had been a long day of classes for the silver haired artist, Billy Roadinger. It was made even longer by a sudden strike of inspiration. He was in second period when it happened, and had been chomping at the bit for the rest of his classes to go by quickly. All he could do until then was write down and sketch frantically to make sure the idea didn't run away. Finally the day was done, and Billy was hastily setting up his airbrushing things outside, in his usual spot.
Airbrushing was loud and messy, so Billy had to count on nice days to be able to paint. Looking at the sky Billy knew he hadn't much time to get the base work done...the clouds were rolling in, growing angrier and angrier with the promise of chilly autumn rains. Curses!
Fate, however, would not see it fit to let the boy get anything done, for soon as he hooked the air compressor hose to his airbrushing gun with a sharp, sudden 'SSSSSSSHP!' sharp claws and a yowl descended from above, luckily not coming down on his head and face. His crotch wasn't much better, but at least it was covered by the thick fabric he had yet to drape over anything.
In his lap an disgruntled feline lay, shaking it's little head.
Now, as much of an a** as Billy could be, and was well known for, even he hadn't the heart to harm a kitten. In fact, it was hard not to want to baby the poor thing. However, he had a reputation to uphold. So, he looked down at the kitten with a raised brow and said to it;
"This is not what they mean by 'raining cats and dogs,' little one..."
Of course, he hadn't the true ability to talk to cats like one of his fellow class mates. Hmn,..,where was that boy anyway? Billy had work to do! He couldn't be sitting here babysitting a kitten!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:23 pm
What's that? A feline in distress? FEAR NOT, little one, for Super Sue will save you!
... Well okay. That wasn't really the way that Sue would have stated his intentions. In fact, if someone were to try and dub him thusly, there would doubtless be a world of pain and misery in their future. But it was really was close to his frame of mind as he came charging out of the closest building, heart pounding and eyes darting around.
He'd heard the cry for help. He might not have the supersonic hearing, but walking by an open window was just as good. Now he just needed to figure out where, and he could leap into action and--
A-HA! Sue thought triumphantly, spotting Billy with a small form trapped in his grasp. There was the evil-doer!
(... Fine, maybe Sue had been a bit of a Justice Leagues buff as a child after all. Shut up.)
When it came time for the take-down, at least, Sue was less Batman and Robin and a bit more Dark Knight. Just. Minus the ninja skills, careful calculations, and subtlety. Plus he would have killed to have a name like Bruce.
"WHAT THE GOD-DAMNED HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THAT CAT?!"
And with that, Sue charged.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:35 pm
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"It rained down from the sky like a gift from whatever spirits that be~" Billy said in a not at all serious tone accompanied by a wave of his hand. "Seriously, Sue, he fell out of the tree. Honestly, I'm not going to hurt a kitten." Had his crotch not been protected however, that might have been a different story....and reflex.
"In fact, I was just wondering where you were so I wouldn't have to babysit the critter. If I couldn't have found you, I'd have left it with Kimberley....and that might not have been the best idea, mind you." As much as Billy love his girl friend, he wouldn't want to subject the kitten to that much loving. Cute + cheerleader = cavities from toooooo muuuuch sweetness.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:47 pm
Billy's words had at least half the intended effect. His charge broke down to a jog, then a stalk. Close enough now, he could size up the kitten fairly well. Definitely young, but not so young that it should be so clumsy. There was something about the way that it held its head though, slightly tilted and its eyes not wholly focused, that gave Sue cause for worry.
"Give it to me!" he snapped, reaching out to snatch the feline away. Billy could blather on as long as he wanted about whatever he needed, but Sue had bigger things on his mind. Especially if appearances were true, and this kitten's inner ear was unbalanced - which was a very, very bad symptom for so young a feline to have, particularly one that was forced to make a living for itself in brush or the urban wilderness.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:51 pm
Billy gladly handed the kitten over, making the action nonchalant as he could. With the kitten out of his lap, he stood and hung the piece of cloth he'd had in his lap as well, before checking his air hose once more.
"It must have gotten scared when I hooked up my hose. That's when it came tubling out of the tree, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:15 pm
Sue, with his dirty teenage mind, glanced over to give Billy a startled stare. It was only a few moments later that he realized what he was talking about, and quickly turned his attention back to the kitten.
"... Aw, ********," came the low groan. Sue didn't even need to ask the kitten how it was feeling - there were plenty of signs there. Crusted eyes; little sounds of mucus in the breathing. Sue held a finger in front of the poor thing, moved it left and right, and it was obvious that the kitten's eyes weren't tracking the way they ought.
Upper respiratory infection of some sort, bad enough to affect the inner ear, but probably still treatable. This was a lucky one - it had been caught in time. Except....
Except there was no way that Sue could take care of it himself. Not with the administration constantly checking his room to make sure it was cat-free. The best he could do was to take this little one to a shelter....
Like one of the shelters that were all full and put cats down as soon as they came in? No, God no, that wouldn't do!
Murmuring a soft assurance to the little one, his gaze went back to Billy. "... I don't really know Kimberley. What's she like?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:29 pm
"If you want my biased opinion? Everything you think of a high school cheerleader socialite being. She has good intentions though. Innocent, for the most part."
Okay, he had a HIGHLY biased opinion....
Billy tried to act as if he didn't care what became of the kitten, but as he worked he'd glance over at the ill little thing. Pity that there was so many stray animals...
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:40 pm
Whatever Billy thought he was giving, it was not a sterling recommendation of his friend's care-taking skills. Sue held the kitten a little more possessively.
Normally, he'd have stormed off long before now. Cats were his territory, after all, and it was a private world that he defending fiercely from others. But when things got out of his hands like this, well....
"... I can get the antibiotics," he mumbled. To himself? To Billy? Hard to say. "And ear drops. I know all about how to care for it. But there's no way I wouldn't get caught trying to hide it in my room...."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:55 am
Billy was not taking the bate. Ooooooh, no.
"Well, perhaps you'll be able to find someone willing to help." And that someone was noooooot him. Billy was not the kind of person that anyone wanted to depend on for food anyway. He looks out for number one, and Kimberly, without much concern for others. And as cute as kittens were, even it's powers of ultimate cuteness could not help it.
"Try one of the girls. I'm sure they'll have a weak spot for it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 2:14 pm
Okay, maybe Sue wasn't as good at this "subtle hinting" bit as thought he was. But unfortunately for Billy, he was the one that was right there - and well, Sue didn't know who the heck he could approach about taking care of a sick kitten. He didn't have contacts. His social circle was limited to - well. Cats. So when something came up that needed a person, really, the only thing he could do was to bulldoze over whoever was handy and strongarm them into doing what he needed. And this time wouldn't be any exception.
"Most of the girls I know haven't got enough brains in their head to power a light bulb," Sue replied, pausing a moment to question whether what he'd just said made any sort of sense, then pushing forward. "Look, it needs someplace warm, right? Give it a week of antibiotics and it'll improve, maybe enough to be on its own outside again. Anybody can make the time for that, so long as they're motivated. Now, if what you're telling me is that you're lacking motivation," Sue's eyes glinted, and his voice took on a dangerous timbre, "then maybe I could help you with that...."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 4:30 pm
"I'm not gay," Was Billy's casual reply. Motivation wasn't the issue - he just didn't wasn't to walk in and find s**t and all manner of other kitten paraphernalia in his room. It wasn't as if he could go get a litter box...even if the thing would use it. And, if the kitten didn't recover, he really didn't want the heartache of seeing that.
"Perhaps the best thing you can do is find one of the teachers."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 9:16 pm
There was that moment. That little flick of an instant where the words were processed, between the utterance of something stupid and its consequences. It passed quietly, like a lamb wandering thoughtlessly into the lion's den. Then the lion's teeth would show, there'd be a rumbling growl, and the lamb would have no more time than to bleat in terror before being shred to pieces.
Similarly, Sue would be beating Billy's face in. Or he should be - certainly, in any other situation, he would be. The implication that Sue was gay was more than enough reason for him to be knocking loose a couple teeth, maybe making Billy chew on some dirt. The only thing keeping him from lunging forward right then was the fact that he had a kitten in his arms. And if he set the little thing down, there was no telling whether it might get caught up under someone's feet during the ensuring scuffle.
But that didn't mean he was taking this quietly. Oh, God no.
"You'd better learn to watch what ******** words come out of your mouth, boy," Sue snarled, not much caring to note that they were practically the same age. "You'd better think damn careful over the s**t you say. You don't, and someday, somebody's going to take offense, got it?"
"Now lucky for you," he continued, "I'm feeling pretty damn generous today. I'm going to forget that for now. But tell you what, you do me a turn in return. Give me a couple names; who in this school do you think would be able to handle a bit of responsibility?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:14 pm
"You were the one that made it sound like an offer," Billy said calmly, not looking at his enraged peer, instead, he was fixing up his paints. "So maybe I'm not the only one who should stop and think about what they're saying."
After all, who wouldn't take 'then maybe I could help you with that....' coupled with something about 'motivation' and not have perverted thoughts enter their mind?
"ooh, lucky me," Billy said in a sarcastic sing-song tone, thinking over the people he knew. "Try Azzo-" he needed a new puppet.. " or Laney. She seems like a nice girl," TMI most of the time, but nice.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:33 am
At least this kid wasn't going to prove completely useless, then. Even if he was still a Grade A a*****e that needed to have his a** kicked.
Still, Sue sucked it up. "Great. Thanks." The most insincere bit of gratitude ever, but at least he was attempting the proper motions.
With the kitten safely hidden in his shirt, Sue figured that there was no time like the present to get it indoors where it would be warm. He could probably hide it in his room for at least a day or so without being caught, at least - enough time to follow up on the names Billy had given him.
And if he maybe caught up with Kimberley sometime, mentioned how her boyfriend would've just walked off and left a sick kitten to die in the cold... well, Sue wasn't that grateful.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:35 pm
Billy paid no mind to Sue. Everyone knew Billy as an a** - he made it his profession second only to painting! Sue's lack of true gratitude didn't bother him, and soon any other remark that could have been made got drowned out by the roar of Billy's air compressor - a familiar sound within Barren Pines.
(aaand gonna call this fin! =D)
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