From Ghetto to the Good Life (Brer Rabbit/Open)
Aug 19, 2009 3:09:24 GMT -5
Post by foxiliscious on Aug 19, 2009 3:09:24 GMT -5
Certainly the fox had expected something a little more upscale than the recently demolished forest but this colossal building practically sent the skeptical mongrel into a temporary state of shock--the good kind, of course. It stretched up so tremendously that he had to crane back his pencil neck a little in order to see the roof. The glittering sun reflected against the freshly painted wood (or was it metal?) and lit up his pinched face immensely.
The early morning scenario had begun quite tragically but ended on quite possibly the highest note he had ever witnessed before. It was similar to losing a nickel and stumbling upon a twenty dollar bill, something that was definitely rare in his old habitat. His awestruck smile eventually faded when he glanced back at his insipid roommates and he elbowed them both impatiently.
"C'mon, c'mon, ya dopes..." the carnivore ordered, beckoning them to follow with a frantic wave of his hairy palm. "I ain't got all day, ya know. Let's move it now, a'ight?" He was hasty to step in front of Brer Rabbit, the end of his tail purposely whacking him across the face. "YOU can walk behin' meh, know what I'm sayin'?" he plowed on, addressing the fluffy twit with his all too familiar scowl. It wasn't a request.
Into the hotel they strode, the egotistical fox in the front, the rabbit in the center, and the lackluster bear trudging from the back. If the outside had been anything to gasp and speculate about, the inside proved to be a hundred times more entrancing. The lobby was surrounded by extravagant marble structures, paintings, lush furniture, and a vast row of double stairs that led up to several different rooms used for formal occasions. To the wealthy, it must have been supremely odd but amusing to watch this tumbledown trio enter this place with the most baffled expressions.
Well, maybe not Brer Bear; he always looked like he was stunned or intoxicated but I digress. =P
To the rich people, this luxurious paradise was just another stroll in the park.
While the fox, selfish and uncouth as he was, felt inclined to be a little more responsible after his home was wrecked, he took care of the checking in at the front desk, signing papers, although not very legibly, and arranged for one of the suited men to usher up their bags to the room. He absolutely loathed doing favors for others but the louse wasn't lugging up all of the belongings on his own--no way. As they reached the room, the door baring the numbers 218, the man handed the trio their own keys to transport inside and out. He casually graced the fox with a coy smile, as though he were expecting a tip or a thank you but instead, he received a bratty roll of the creature's eyes and a door slammed in his face.
The suite was exceptionally massive with a balcony that overlooked the main street. There were cream colored walls, a pair of blue sheathed beds, separated by a wide night stand, surrounded by a dozen adipose pillows each. A television rested on large set of drawers in the front with a fair sized table next to it, stocked with a small pile of newspapers and magazines.
The lavatory was standard for the most part, except for a jacuzzi that dwelt in the far left corner of it. The fox was slightly intrigued by the device but decided to check it out later as he flounced out and back into the main room, dropping his bag and collapsing onto the bed for a minute. Perhaps his luck really was turning around.
HA! That was an understatement. Who was he kidding? He adored being totally spoiled like this. If only the presence of Brer Rabbit hadn't somewhat tainted the experience.
The fox sat back up with a jerk and then quickly motioned for Brer Bear to start unpacking and putting away his things. He was such a lazy tramp. XP
"A'ight," the fox snarled towards Brer Rabbit, grabbing him ruthlessly by the collar. "I'mma lay some rules down righ' heah and you bes' follah dem 'less ya wan' yo flimseh behin' grilled. Firs' rule--I rule. Dat meanz everythang in dis place is 'ficialleh mine. Dat TV, da bafroom, da fridge--I get firs' dibz and yo secon' banana, got it? Good. An' if ya evah even think of walkin' in when I'm on da can o' goin' through mah stuff when I ain't 'round, yo one dead sonuva bunneh, ya hearin' dat? Dead! An' believe meh, I'll know if you has. I know everythang! Nothang gets by meh, no, it sho--" He paused for a moment, turning away from the rabbit and yelling ravenously at Brer Bear to fix the lopsided poster of Halle Berry he was hanging up.
"Now wheah was I...?" the fox hissed, returning to his fluffy rival. After a few seconds, he released his collar and let Brer Rabbit topple onto the floor. "Meh, I can't remembah. Jus' know dat I'm in charge, mhm...I'm like da king, I sho is. Onleh...I ain't got a queen...so I guess dat makes meh da prince...and yo a bucket o' mud, ol' peasant mud." He snickered in a rather immature manner and then stretched his angular body across the bed, hardly restraining an arrogant yawn and switching on the television.
The early morning scenario had begun quite tragically but ended on quite possibly the highest note he had ever witnessed before. It was similar to losing a nickel and stumbling upon a twenty dollar bill, something that was definitely rare in his old habitat. His awestruck smile eventually faded when he glanced back at his insipid roommates and he elbowed them both impatiently.
"C'mon, c'mon, ya dopes..." the carnivore ordered, beckoning them to follow with a frantic wave of his hairy palm. "I ain't got all day, ya know. Let's move it now, a'ight?" He was hasty to step in front of Brer Rabbit, the end of his tail purposely whacking him across the face. "YOU can walk behin' meh, know what I'm sayin'?" he plowed on, addressing the fluffy twit with his all too familiar scowl. It wasn't a request.
Into the hotel they strode, the egotistical fox in the front, the rabbit in the center, and the lackluster bear trudging from the back. If the outside had been anything to gasp and speculate about, the inside proved to be a hundred times more entrancing. The lobby was surrounded by extravagant marble structures, paintings, lush furniture, and a vast row of double stairs that led up to several different rooms used for formal occasions. To the wealthy, it must have been supremely odd but amusing to watch this tumbledown trio enter this place with the most baffled expressions.
Well, maybe not Brer Bear; he always looked like he was stunned or intoxicated but I digress. =P
To the rich people, this luxurious paradise was just another stroll in the park.
While the fox, selfish and uncouth as he was, felt inclined to be a little more responsible after his home was wrecked, he took care of the checking in at the front desk, signing papers, although not very legibly, and arranged for one of the suited men to usher up their bags to the room. He absolutely loathed doing favors for others but the louse wasn't lugging up all of the belongings on his own--no way. As they reached the room, the door baring the numbers 218, the man handed the trio their own keys to transport inside and out. He casually graced the fox with a coy smile, as though he were expecting a tip or a thank you but instead, he received a bratty roll of the creature's eyes and a door slammed in his face.
The suite was exceptionally massive with a balcony that overlooked the main street. There were cream colored walls, a pair of blue sheathed beds, separated by a wide night stand, surrounded by a dozen adipose pillows each. A television rested on large set of drawers in the front with a fair sized table next to it, stocked with a small pile of newspapers and magazines.
The lavatory was standard for the most part, except for a jacuzzi that dwelt in the far left corner of it. The fox was slightly intrigued by the device but decided to check it out later as he flounced out and back into the main room, dropping his bag and collapsing onto the bed for a minute. Perhaps his luck really was turning around.
HA! That was an understatement. Who was he kidding? He adored being totally spoiled like this. If only the presence of Brer Rabbit hadn't somewhat tainted the experience.
The fox sat back up with a jerk and then quickly motioned for Brer Bear to start unpacking and putting away his things. He was such a lazy tramp. XP
"A'ight," the fox snarled towards Brer Rabbit, grabbing him ruthlessly by the collar. "I'mma lay some rules down righ' heah and you bes' follah dem 'less ya wan' yo flimseh behin' grilled. Firs' rule--I rule. Dat meanz everythang in dis place is 'ficialleh mine. Dat TV, da bafroom, da fridge--I get firs' dibz and yo secon' banana, got it? Good. An' if ya evah even think of walkin' in when I'm on da can o' goin' through mah stuff when I ain't 'round, yo one dead sonuva bunneh, ya hearin' dat? Dead! An' believe meh, I'll know if you has. I know everythang! Nothang gets by meh, no, it sho--" He paused for a moment, turning away from the rabbit and yelling ravenously at Brer Bear to fix the lopsided poster of Halle Berry he was hanging up.
"Now wheah was I...?" the fox hissed, returning to his fluffy rival. After a few seconds, he released his collar and let Brer Rabbit topple onto the floor. "Meh, I can't remembah. Jus' know dat I'm in charge, mhm...I'm like da king, I sho is. Onleh...I ain't got a queen...so I guess dat makes meh da prince...and yo a bucket o' mud, ol' peasant mud." He snickered in a rather immature manner and then stretched his angular body across the bed, hardly restraining an arrogant yawn and switching on the television.