Lazy bones… Sleeping in the sun… How’re you supposed to get your day’s work done…?
Jasmine smiled as the jazzy ballad from Harry Connick Jr. Swept into her ears. The song seemed appropriate, since the week before Thanksgiving (She wasn’t too sure what the holiday was about, but she was guessing it was not so important because she had already been seeing Christmas commercials when she glanced at the TV) was being very peaceful, and somewhat lazy. She was walking slowly back from school and training, going a little slower when she noticed someone decorating their house or building for Christmas so she could watch them.
When you go fishin’, I bet you keep wishin’ the fish jump off the line…
Her slow-moving feet had soon been dragging at such a slow pace that a small dog had cut in front over her walking. Jasmine grinned, bending down and stopping the dog. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to be practicing her powers, but a soft lullaby-like tone wouldn’t make people fall asleep if she were really quiet.
“Lazy bones… Loafing through the day… How do you expect to get a dime that way…?” To Jasmine’s satisfaction, the dog’s eyes fluttered, and soon the dog curled up and slept. She picked the dog up, safely placing it in an alleyway before continuing down the street.
You’ll never make a dime that way…
“Well, well…” Said a voice quietly to himself. “It looks like she just sang to the mutt, then it fell asleep…” A long ‘hmm’ noise came from the man in the shadows, “I should stay back here…” His eyes followed the strange girl until she was nearly out of sight.
… Never heard a word I say…
Jasmine turned her head, hearing a strange noise come from behind her while she was watching the Christmas decorations being put up. Her eyes shifted from one side to the other, as she was almost certain something was wrong. But something had always wrong to her, that there was always a lurking shadow in her life. Knowing that she didn’t want to have a mental breakdown in the middle of a calm, but crowded street, she dismissed the subject and continued watching.
“THOSE DAMN MUTANTS!” Screeched out a husky, male voice that could be heard from a good couple of blocks on the busy streets, sounding as if he wanted to bring down the world at that exact moment- the authorities had still not arrived. .
Jasmine really paid attention that time. She turned fully around trying to figure out where the furious voice came from. The silent girl soon found the owner of a small thrift store, a big man who was loudly steaming over a broken glass door and a bit of his merchandise stolen. She reached for her book, writing down her question before she tapped the man on the shoulder and showed him. “Did you see what the guy who did this look like?”
The man turned to find a teen dame almost his height shoving a piece of paper in his face. “Wha… The guy? Yeah, the little b*****d was a short guy, with huge forearms and a monkey-tail. Uhh…” The guy stopped, scratching his head to remember what he was wearing. “He was in red ‘gangster’ clothes, with the sideways-hat and everything. Why d’you have that book, anyway?”
The silent girl blinked, quickly jotting down a couple of words. “Cancer.” She lied, hoping that lying wouldn’t get her in too much trouble. “And thank you.”
Jasmine sat on the concrete ground, writing down the question that she would have to use to find the guy. For the next thirty minutes, the girl had combed out a couple of the New York streets, asking “Have you seen a man in loose, red clothes, with large forearms and a monkey tail?” to any and every store owner. She poured through every crowd, judging every man’s forearm that she came across until she had come up to another corner, seeing blue lights and a crowd. Hoping to coming closer to finding the monkey-man, she flipped to a clean sheet of paper, jotting down her question before showing it to a nearby man. “What happened here?”
The man turned, looking at the question and showing a small smile. “Well, some crazy evolved came in and wrecked the place- stole some of the stuff, too.” Jasmine blinked. What the Hell? She had noticed that the thrift owner’s store had been pretty small, but still held a lot of things, but this store was even bigger and had been completely cleaned out! She gritted her teeth in frustration, turning back around and weaving away from the incoming crowd that had come because of the new five o’clock hour.
“So… To be carrying all of that stuff… he would have to have some kind of hideout nearby to store all of this…” Jasmine thought vigorously, still keeping her eyes sharp on finding the man.
“Remember people!” She heard a policeman shout over the crowd. “We’re looking for a Caucasian male in a pinstripe business suit, slightly large forearms, and a monkey tail! If you see him, call the police!”
What?
She had been misinformed? Yeah, the thrift store owner looked incompetent, but someone couldn’t have been that off, could they? No, this man had to be nearby, since he had time to change. But what about the differing forearm sizes? “Maybe… Maybe he can change them!” s**t! Jasmine had been looking at forearms the entire time, so the thief could’ve gotten away!
“So whatcha think, Lazy Bones? Like what you see?”
Jasmine turned, seeing a slightly older man with a small goatee forming on his slightly chubby face. He was wearing a cultural black coffee-drinker uniform- or that was what the silent girl nicknamed- with tiny forearms and his tail wrapping around one of his wrists.
“… You!” She hissed, using her voice to try to hurt the man’s ears.
He shook his head, somewhat brushing off her meek attack. “Nuh-uh, Lazy Bones. You won’t catch me that way! I went and got earplugs before you showed up again! I saw you sing that mutt to sleep, and that won’t happen to me!”
The girl’s eyes widened. He… Knew…? s**t, there went her surprise attack. “S-so…” She choked back her fear, not wanting to show weakness by stuttering and a weak voice. “…Why are you back here?” Jasmine asked, her feeble voice now cold and laced with malice.
The monkey-man grinned, pointing to the crime scene with a bony finger. “To watch them. I know what they’re looking for, and what you were looking for, and changed what I looked like to throw you guys off.”
“So why did you come up to me when you knew I was looking for you?” She raised her voice a little.
The man shivered, somewhat reacting to her voice since she had managed to raise her voice enough to cause him pain. “Because I can snap your neck if I want to.”
“And I can cripple you by only using my voice. I haven’t even starting screaming yet, but you’re in pain…” She gave a hostile grin, seeing a bit of hesitation in the man’s eyes. “The eardrums play a huge part a human’s balance. With broken eardrums, you’ll never walk straight again.” She spoke with a frightening animosity, now carrying a threat. Jasmine wanted to end this peacefully, but this guy wasn’t joking when he gave the threat to snap her neck, even though it looked like the monkey-man was having second thoughts.
The man winced, now feeling her harshly-spoken words now tearing through the man’s hardly-useful ear plugs. “Like I’ll let that happen!” He yelled to the girl before taking off into the crowded street.
Jasmine cursed in her head, starting to pursue the man after he had ran away. The chase had continued at a fast pace for almost twenty minutes until he had led the girl into an almost abandoned street and over a trashcan he had attempted to jump over. Jasmine sped up to catch the opportunity, practically sprinting to jump on the man’s back to make sure he wouldn’t get away. The monkey-man cursed repeatedly- his arms had fallen under him and had almost broken due to what weight the girl put on him. Jasmine reached for his plugs, pulling them out before singing the German Lullaby her mother had taught her when she was little. “Guten ah… Bent gut nauckt… Mit Rosen, be dauckt… Mit ne Cline be skeit… Schloof unter de deck… Morgan froo, wen got wille, wierst do wie deir gah weickt…”
The monkey man shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore the music she sang, but soon drifted off to sleep. Jasmine smiled when she heard the sound of snoring, turning the man over to see if he was hurt. Not really, but his arms seemed to be sprained- but that could be fixed easily. She untied a bit of nylon wire that had kept the garbage can in place and tied it around his arms, carrying him out of the abandoned street on her back. When she reached a small store, she knocked on the door with a free hand.
The owner of the store opened the door, then looked down at the sound-asleep man being carried by a girl.
“Call…” Jasmine tried to speak at a good medium that wouldn’t put them to sleep or hurt them. “Call… The police… Please…” She took in a large breath when the shopkeeper allowed her to come inside. Sitting down, her sane mind started to tear apart her decision. "What were you thinking? Mom and Aunt Mary-Anne's going to have your a** on a silver pladder when they find out about this!" The girl smiled, however, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Jasmine smiled as the jazzy ballad from Harry Connick Jr. Swept into her ears. The song seemed appropriate, since the week before Thanksgiving (She wasn’t too sure what the holiday was about, but she was guessing it was not so important because she had already been seeing Christmas commercials when she glanced at the TV) was being very peaceful, and somewhat lazy. She was walking slowly back from school and training, going a little slower when she noticed someone decorating their house or building for Christmas so she could watch them.
When you go fishin’, I bet you keep wishin’ the fish jump off the line…
Her slow-moving feet had soon been dragging at such a slow pace that a small dog had cut in front over her walking. Jasmine grinned, bending down and stopping the dog. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to be practicing her powers, but a soft lullaby-like tone wouldn’t make people fall asleep if she were really quiet.
“Lazy bones… Loafing through the day… How do you expect to get a dime that way…?” To Jasmine’s satisfaction, the dog’s eyes fluttered, and soon the dog curled up and slept. She picked the dog up, safely placing it in an alleyway before continuing down the street.
You’ll never make a dime that way…
“Well, well…” Said a voice quietly to himself. “It looks like she just sang to the mutt, then it fell asleep…” A long ‘hmm’ noise came from the man in the shadows, “I should stay back here…” His eyes followed the strange girl until she was nearly out of sight.
… Never heard a word I say…
Jasmine turned her head, hearing a strange noise come from behind her while she was watching the Christmas decorations being put up. Her eyes shifted from one side to the other, as she was almost certain something was wrong. But something had always wrong to her, that there was always a lurking shadow in her life. Knowing that she didn’t want to have a mental breakdown in the middle of a calm, but crowded street, she dismissed the subject and continued watching.
“THOSE DAMN MUTANTS!” Screeched out a husky, male voice that could be heard from a good couple of blocks on the busy streets, sounding as if he wanted to bring down the world at that exact moment- the authorities had still not arrived. .
Jasmine really paid attention that time. She turned fully around trying to figure out where the furious voice came from. The silent girl soon found the owner of a small thrift store, a big man who was loudly steaming over a broken glass door and a bit of his merchandise stolen. She reached for her book, writing down her question before she tapped the man on the shoulder and showed him. “Did you see what the guy who did this look like?”
The man turned to find a teen dame almost his height shoving a piece of paper in his face. “Wha… The guy? Yeah, the little b*****d was a short guy, with huge forearms and a monkey-tail. Uhh…” The guy stopped, scratching his head to remember what he was wearing. “He was in red ‘gangster’ clothes, with the sideways-hat and everything. Why d’you have that book, anyway?”
The silent girl blinked, quickly jotting down a couple of words. “Cancer.” She lied, hoping that lying wouldn’t get her in too much trouble. “And thank you.”
Jasmine sat on the concrete ground, writing down the question that she would have to use to find the guy. For the next thirty minutes, the girl had combed out a couple of the New York streets, asking “Have you seen a man in loose, red clothes, with large forearms and a monkey tail?” to any and every store owner. She poured through every crowd, judging every man’s forearm that she came across until she had come up to another corner, seeing blue lights and a crowd. Hoping to coming closer to finding the monkey-man, she flipped to a clean sheet of paper, jotting down her question before showing it to a nearby man. “What happened here?”
The man turned, looking at the question and showing a small smile. “Well, some crazy evolved came in and wrecked the place- stole some of the stuff, too.” Jasmine blinked. What the Hell? She had noticed that the thrift owner’s store had been pretty small, but still held a lot of things, but this store was even bigger and had been completely cleaned out! She gritted her teeth in frustration, turning back around and weaving away from the incoming crowd that had come because of the new five o’clock hour.
“So… To be carrying all of that stuff… he would have to have some kind of hideout nearby to store all of this…” Jasmine thought vigorously, still keeping her eyes sharp on finding the man.
“Remember people!” She heard a policeman shout over the crowd. “We’re looking for a Caucasian male in a pinstripe business suit, slightly large forearms, and a monkey tail! If you see him, call the police!”
What?
She had been misinformed? Yeah, the thrift store owner looked incompetent, but someone couldn’t have been that off, could they? No, this man had to be nearby, since he had time to change. But what about the differing forearm sizes? “Maybe… Maybe he can change them!” s**t! Jasmine had been looking at forearms the entire time, so the thief could’ve gotten away!
“So whatcha think, Lazy Bones? Like what you see?”
Jasmine turned, seeing a slightly older man with a small goatee forming on his slightly chubby face. He was wearing a cultural black coffee-drinker uniform- or that was what the silent girl nicknamed- with tiny forearms and his tail wrapping around one of his wrists.
“… You!” She hissed, using her voice to try to hurt the man’s ears.
He shook his head, somewhat brushing off her meek attack. “Nuh-uh, Lazy Bones. You won’t catch me that way! I went and got earplugs before you showed up again! I saw you sing that mutt to sleep, and that won’t happen to me!”
The girl’s eyes widened. He… Knew…? s**t, there went her surprise attack. “S-so…” She choked back her fear, not wanting to show weakness by stuttering and a weak voice. “…Why are you back here?” Jasmine asked, her feeble voice now cold and laced with malice.
The monkey-man grinned, pointing to the crime scene with a bony finger. “To watch them. I know what they’re looking for, and what you were looking for, and changed what I looked like to throw you guys off.”
“So why did you come up to me when you knew I was looking for you?” She raised her voice a little.
The man shivered, somewhat reacting to her voice since she had managed to raise her voice enough to cause him pain. “Because I can snap your neck if I want to.”
“And I can cripple you by only using my voice. I haven’t even starting screaming yet, but you’re in pain…” She gave a hostile grin, seeing a bit of hesitation in the man’s eyes. “The eardrums play a huge part a human’s balance. With broken eardrums, you’ll never walk straight again.” She spoke with a frightening animosity, now carrying a threat. Jasmine wanted to end this peacefully, but this guy wasn’t joking when he gave the threat to snap her neck, even though it looked like the monkey-man was having second thoughts.
The man winced, now feeling her harshly-spoken words now tearing through the man’s hardly-useful ear plugs. “Like I’ll let that happen!” He yelled to the girl before taking off into the crowded street.
Jasmine cursed in her head, starting to pursue the man after he had ran away. The chase had continued at a fast pace for almost twenty minutes until he had led the girl into an almost abandoned street and over a trashcan he had attempted to jump over. Jasmine sped up to catch the opportunity, practically sprinting to jump on the man’s back to make sure he wouldn’t get away. The monkey-man cursed repeatedly- his arms had fallen under him and had almost broken due to what weight the girl put on him. Jasmine reached for his plugs, pulling them out before singing the German Lullaby her mother had taught her when she was little. “Guten ah… Bent gut nauckt… Mit Rosen, be dauckt… Mit ne Cline be skeit… Schloof unter de deck… Morgan froo, wen got wille, wierst do wie deir gah weickt…”
The monkey man shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore the music she sang, but soon drifted off to sleep. Jasmine smiled when she heard the sound of snoring, turning the man over to see if he was hurt. Not really, but his arms seemed to be sprained- but that could be fixed easily. She untied a bit of nylon wire that had kept the garbage can in place and tied it around his arms, carrying him out of the abandoned street on her back. When she reached a small store, she knocked on the door with a free hand.
The owner of the store opened the door, then looked down at the sound-asleep man being carried by a girl.
“Call…” Jasmine tried to speak at a good medium that wouldn’t put them to sleep or hurt them. “Call… The police… Please…” She took in a large breath when the shopkeeper allowed her to come inside. Sitting down, her sane mind started to tear apart her decision. "What were you thinking? Mom and Aunt Mary-Anne's going to have your a** on a silver pladder when they find out about this!" The girl smiled, however, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
