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It was a simple thing. A teddy bear lay upon the park bench, listing lazily over the edge at its filth covered end. The rain drizzling, silently soaking into the toy’s fur. It waited patiently for its master to return. It would wait forever if it could. It was a simple thing. With one crack of thunder, the sound gave the bear one final push to the trash littered puddle.
Sage calmly sipped his tea as he waited. The coffee shop was open, warm, and welcoming but not a soul dared to venture out into the storm. Tomorrow was to be a parade or so he heard. It wasn’t his choice really, the women on the bus announced their life stories so well he might as well have sat in on a whole production.
He cringed as the liquid touched his lips. This was not tea. It was a fabrication, something with ‘enhanced’ flavor. Calling it tea was a travesty at best. He let it slide down this throat anyway. No one made it like they used to. No one had time, always busy with endless nothings.
Still, tea was tea.
The plump woman behind the counter was the shop’s only other occupant.  Not long ago her weight problem, or so she told him in her rather lengthy cliff notes about her life, would have been considered a sign of wealth and power. Now it just meant one was lazy. She was on a device now mashing her fingers along it as she slowly wasted time.
Technically she worked for Sage and was his current informant about the area. She was very knowledgeable about the shopping district, much of the business district, many questionable pubs, and a few off-limits areas she shouldn’t know about. Sadly, it was all muddled down in lengthy escapades where her and her friends did something reckless then getting off easy but the law or thug or with only a sprained ankle.
Her name tag addressed her as Ida.
Sage let his mind wonder a bit, guessing the girl’s age to be between fifteen and seventeen. It was strange someone so young experienced so much already.  Life was fragile. He had learned that, the hard way, some time ago by a fedora wearing lunatic with a trigger happy finger and a bottle of the worst whiskey in his other fist, that was also bashing another’s face in between swigs.  
A friend Sage called him, though never to his face. He taught Sage that there was more to life than a few hard facts about the world. Experience was everything for most, and blabbing on about their lives to complete strangers only expressed how limited and fragile they really were. In a blink of an eye their time was up and if no one knew their story then what was truly accomplished from that life.
Besides be a supporting background shoulder for those with a voice. But with hundreds of those voices shouting into the wind did that not only make it moan louder?
“Everything alright sir?” Ida asked, snapping him out of his concentration.
Sage answered with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
Ida giggled to herself. “You’ve been starring.” She blushed slightly before turning around and working on one of the coffee machines. “Here I’ll get you another cup.”
“But mine’s-“ he began but his cup was just as empty as his words. It was surprising how much he drank and still his thirst never seemed to be quenched. “Yes. That would be lovely.”
An engine cut just off to the right, outside a clattering police car door swung open into the soaked covered world. The wheel was up on the curve and while the lights on the car were still going off no siren reached Sage’s ears. Yet, none of that registered when someone dressed in a giant red and white feathered chicken stepped out of the driver’s seat, a ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ balloon wrapped around it’s arm. The feathers all along it’s body ruffled as it cocked its head to the right, staring at something down the lane.
Teddy Bear in the Rain
A draft of the first half of a chapter for a cross over with a friend of mine. Sage is not mine but my friend's character is one the hardest to write and I love it. A cross over with my characters is going to be fun. :D Hope you enjoy this little sneak preview.

All characters are own by myself and my friend.  

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Knock. Knock.
“Come in.” Mia sang through the door.
Jeremy hesitated with the doorknob. “Just wanted to know if-“
“I said come in.” Mia sang a little more forcefully.
Jeremy took his hand off the door, shaking his head. “I wanted to-“
“Are you coming in or not?” The singsong voice died and was buried only to be replaced by its irritated brother.
“Are you-“
Jeremy began rubbing the back of his neck. This was no longer an empty room. A person lived here now, a tenant. Walking in just didn’t feel right, even if he was invited to. All his new tenants wanted their privacy and since they all lived in single rooms, their stuff was kind of out in the open.
He wasn’t scared to see such things but after a few days and only one bathroom, the things he’s seen already had locked away any desire to snoop. Mostly.
With the decision made, he cracked open the door to Mia’s room. “Fine, I’m coming in.” he warned.  
The room itself was an utter mess. One could make the comparison of a twister hitting it, then an earthquake, then a tsunami, and after three thanksgiving day parades then maybe it would look something like this room. The ceiling was covered in some type of black markings, clothes were wadded up tossed everywhere, even her bags were beat up and torn across the room. The one and only thing that made sense was the bed was perfectly intact. Of course none of that mattered or even penetrated Jeremy’s psyche. What lay before him holding his attention now was Mia.
Or more precisely the way she was slipping off her jeans on her bed, wearing the frilliest red sexy underwear he had ever seen. Her soft skin and curves lay nearly naked in front of him and only the words that came to his wise mind were. “Uuuuuuhhhh.”
That’s when Mia noticed him half way over the threshold stuck midsentence, or what he believed accounted for one. She shrieked. “YOU IDIOT!! I thought you were Lizzy!” The nearest pillow became airborne, missing Jeremy’s face by inches.
“Did not know you two on such interesting terms.” Jeremy smirked, backing away. “Sorry, you said come in. Next time I won’t even bother.”
The door was about to squeak shut when he heard a whisper. “Wait.” He paused, sticking his head back in. He couldn’t see much, only her feet as she pulled the jeans back on.
“What did you want?” her tone was neutral, silently calculating.
Jeremy snorted. He really didn’t want to play this game. “I was just wondering if you were coming down to eat. I had breakfast ready for a while now.” Jeremy informed her. He also did not inform her of the mess Annabelle made with her eggs because they ‘too over cooked’ and ‘not have enough salt’.  
“That’s some nerve.” Her feet were now out of view, as the bed creaked. “For your information she and I are just friends.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Right. It just looks uncomfortable for everyday use by the way.” He made to shut the door only to have pillow catch him off guard, he swayed tossing the feathered weapon away. He caught himself at the edge of the stairs, a single drop of sweat trailed down his forehead.
He gulped, too close for comfort was the understatement of the century. He didn’t even want to imagine the amount of pain he’d be in after fall down that and then onto a hard wooden floor.
“You know nothing!” he heard her say as he descended the stairs. Carefully.
The cleanup was simple. A lot of the hard work of getting the egg off the wall had been done and the meal he had been saving for Mia was no longer on the plate. Crumbs from the toast littered the plate and the floor but the thief was long gone.
The kitchen was not much different than before. While all the papers were now shoved somewhere in his room, the plate pile up was twice as high as before. The bubbles still groaned from the drain, making washing up impossible. He had dialed the Plummer again this morning only to be met with a recording.    
Still, he added the recently warm plate to the pile. Not much else he could do about it.
A small thump brought Jeremy to the living room where Lizzy lay on the couch snoozing on, despite having her own room now. She had nothing to do with the noise as Annabelle was at the television messing with the dated DVD player.
Jeremy cleared his throat, making Annabelle jump a few feet in the air. He’d be lying if that didn’t make him feel a little joy in his heart. “What exactly are you doing?” he asked.
Annabelle slipped a DVD case behind her back and shook her head. “Nothing. This stupid TV won’t work. IT stinks. YOU STINK.” She trailed off, uncomfortably.
“Uh huh. Hands out, let me see what you got.”
She glared but oddly enough slowly did as she was told. In her hands was Hyper-Violence Vol. 2. A fantastic film with over the top fight scenes, highly stylized rewritten portions of history, and more blood and gore per human body that a pool would be jealous. The sword fight midway through the movie was Jeremy’s favorite from any movie or show ever. The best part of all of it was it was a three volume series. Too bad volume three was leaked and the creator decided to never make it.
Jeremy patted her on the head. “You should have asked first before taking someone else’s stuff.” She tried to maneuver her way out of his grip.
“It was just laying out.” She grumbled.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “On the top shelf.” He looked at the shelf above the television, then about the room where no chair or table was moved. “Come to think of it how did you reach it up there.” He wondered out loud.
“Stupid. I wanna watch it! You can’t tell me what to do.” She stuck her tongue out at him. He didn’t yell, no matter how much he wanted to.
Instead he nodded. “You’re right. I’m not your father.” He stated snatching the case from her grasp. “Just ask next time.” He placed DVD into the player and let the machine do the rest.
The movie started playing and Annabelle flew to the nearest seat giddy and overjoyed. Jeremy sat on the couch with Lizzy curled up on the one end. The opening began where volume two left off, in a room full of bloody bodies. The main character stood over them, eyeing each of them as one would a ghost.  
“Not afraid she’ll be scarred for life?” Lizzy chuckled, licking her lips of all her drool.
Jeremy shook his head. “She’s going to college and her family just left her here. They don’t like it they can take her away. No skin off my bones.”
Lizzy was up, making herself very familiar as she lay across Jeremy’s shoulder. She was taller than him and bonier but the sudden warmth she added to his body made his heart leap almost two feet in the air. He’d say almost as he kept noticeably still and unsure of how to react.
Lizzy took a deep breath as she put her full body weight onto him. “Relax. I don’t bite.” She yawned. Jeremy patted his legs a few times but soon let his body do as she said. He loved this movie. No need to read into anything. “Not unless you like that sort of thing.” She whispered into his ear before taking a small nibble.
The speakers screamed in pain and agony as the main character on screen sliced through the last survivor. His head soon decapitated for good measure. Jeremy did his best not to tense up and move away but Lizzy’s whole weight was on him now refusing to let go. He looked to Annabelle for a scapegoat, surely a little kid like her would be hiding behind three or four lairs of pillows by now.
She wasn’t. In fact, she was on the edge of her seat soaking in every bloody detail of the movie. Completely unafraid or even phased. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he should be proud or weirded out by this. In either case he was still stuck under Lizzy. Her nose rings brushing his neck and her breath warming his skin.
Let's Start! Part 3
Not sure if this counts as 'nudity' since you are reading it.  The third part of my little idea. Well, it's not so little anymore. I might not post any more of it because from this point on there will be some heavy rewrites to what exists. Hope you like it.

All characters are owned by me. :)
Work. Sucked.
Very few thoughts littered Jeremy’s mind as he shuffled his way through the front door. What had been an intended easy paper pushing six hour work day turned into a nine hour massacre and last second TPS report submissions.
To say he was tired and sluggish would be an understatement. Unfortunately, it was his turn to cook tonight. He already dialed the Tim’s Pizza Palace for a delivery, so all that was left was a nice long shower and a night of the new made for television series Nerdy Space Vixons.
It was a terrible show. But a good kind of terrible. The kind someone could switch their brain off and let the good times flow between his ears.
Jeremy loosened his tie as he reached the door to the bathroom. “Huh. Weird. I don’t remember leaving the light on.“ It was possible he left it on. He had been a little sidetracked this morning on both time and the odd discussion Blake was so gung-ho about. His brain quickly satisfied the misstep as he turned the knob.
Sadly, his brain had been working rather hard all day and could not come up with the scenario that would lye before him as the door opened fully. There, right before him, stood a slender, large chested woman covered in only a bath towel that more laid upon her rather then covered her. Her long auburn hair swirled through the air as her baby blue eyes rested upon him with a deep passion that only his heart could interpret.
The next moment he was on the floor several feet away, and an assortment of pots and pans all around him. His face screamed in pain and so did he as his hands covered his face in the hope they could lighten up the nerves in some way. They couldn’t.
“PERVERT!” The woman yelled over his howls, and bloodied nose. “I’m calling the cops. Jail is the only good place for sickos like you!” With bath towel wrapped more firmly around her bodice. She stomped over to the phone and began to dial.
“I live here!”
She stopped on the last number. “What?” She took his words in and chewed on them a little bit before setting down the phone. “You’re Jeremy Wilson.” She stated flatly, comely disappointed by his display of manliness.
To be fair though she did hit him pretty hard. It did send him across the room, though this really doesn’t help out his manliness at all. Jeremy kept his hand over his most likely broken nose as he stood up. “Yeah.” He said cautiously. “Who are you? How’d you get in here?”
She crossed her arms over the towel. “I’m Mia Brooks. Your new tenant.” Mia almost yelled like he should know this information. “It’s about time you showed up! I was waiting outside all day. It was luck that I found the key under the mat. I even turned up the AC, it was so stuffy in here.”
“Um. I just posted that this morning. I’ve been at work all day.”  
“Of course and the first thing you want when you get home is a peep show. Maybe I will call the police.”
“Stop it. Okay. I didn’t know you were in there.”
“Likely story.”
By this point Jeremy had maneuvered himself over to a cabinet, taking out some paper towel for his still bleeding nose. He checked it and surprisingly it wasn’t broken but was still sore enough that it made him wince. Mia still stood there arms crossed, eyeing him suspiciously.
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Right. Cause I’m forcing you to stand in my kitchen naked.” At that Mia’s face turned bright crimson as she raced back to the bathroom, slamming the door. Jeremy strolled over as he heard muffled sounds through the door. “Also I know it might be hard but if you press the little button on the doorknob, it might keep people out.” He called through the door only being answered with a quiet click.
The water started running, ending whatever conversation they could have had. In the living room sat ten large suit cases each a different color and brand. Jeremy’s shoulders sunk as the notion of sometime in the near future he would be carrying all of them to her room.
Said room, one of which Blake had suggested, was the master bedroom Jeremy’s parents once used. It had been years since he’d been up there. Climbing the stairs, he found himself starring at the blank walls where a slightly brighter square patches littered each of them. The bed was still there, made like it had been the last night he set foot in here, and the mirror hanging from the closet door reflected all of the nothing that only dust bunnies could fill.
A swift knocking from downstairs alerted to him that his pizza had finally come. Good. At least he didn’t have to cook. He sniffed a few times, making sure the blood had finally stopped before he wadded up the red towel and tossed it into the corner metal trash can with a flower painted on it.
He pulled out his wallet for the money, counting out the bills, as a tall skeletal woman stumbled through the door. “Hey.” She yawned. “Heard you had a place for rent.” She had on a backpack, and a business suit case in her left hand. She shoved both into his arms without a word, slumping onto the couch.
“You can’t just walk in here!” Jeremy bellowed but it was useless as she was fast asleep, curled up on the cushioned seat. She wore a wrinkled dress shirt with a pink undershirt and jeans ripped to shreds but still latched onto her body as a last resort. Her very short purple hair only made her pale complexion that much more pale and it didn’t help she had a big nose with three piercings to draw attention to it.
Jeremy looked around to set this woman’s stuff, finding none, he just dropped them on the floor. Back in the kitchen he braced himself on the wall and let the situation sink in. Renters. She had seen the ad. She knew where the key was and let herself in like Mia had. Upon retrospect the key under the mat was probably the dumbest place to hide the dang thing.
Jeremy pulled out his cellphone, switching between the five numbers he selected Blake’s, giving way to the ominously dull ring. Jeremy’s eyes wandered as the cell rang. The Kitchen was about the same as he left it this morning, with only a few missing elements such as the pizza boxes and frying pan. The dishes were still wear they have been all week but one little yellow paper stuck out above the rest. On the refrigerator a note with Blake’s handwriting listed Mia and Annabelle as two tenants showing up today.
The cell paused in its endless summoning rings, switching to voicemail. “At the tone please record a message.” The robotic voice informed Jeremy. “When you are finished recording you may hang up or-“
Jeremy hung up, silencing the automated voice. It was pointless. If Blake could get to the phone, he would. “Annabelle. That’s an interesting name.” he sighed, putting the phone back in his pocket.
There was another knock on the door. Forcing himself off the wall he went for his wallet again. As he opened the door the image of a smiling pimpled faced teenager holding out a delicious disc of awesomeness faded away, giving him the harsh reality of a pouty little girl in a summer red dress. “I want ice cream.” She demanded.
Jeremy blinked. “Excuse me?” not getting the answer she wanted she kicked him in the shin as hard as she could. Jeremy bit his lip, keeping the urge to yell down. He already cried enough for one day, and that was in the employee restroom around hour seven.
She made to push passed Jeremy but he caught her hand. “No. This isn’t your house. Go home or I’m calling the police for assault.” He really didn’t have time for this kind of crap right now, besides his shin really hurt. It almost override the sore in his nose. Almost.
The little girl began to cry. Tears streamed down her dark skin and her pigtails seemed to wag around as she dropped to the floor in a mad wine. Jeremy still had her arm, yet the little girl didn’t seem to care much as she somehow found a way to the ground bellowing the most pitiful crying he’d even seen.
Jeremy’s brain wasn’t exactly on its ‘A game’ today as it stalled to analyzed the present situation. It failed to pick up the footsteps behind him. A gasp, and his arm being jerked from the little girl. He felt something hard jam into his chin as his collided with the ceiling and then back down to earth, bouncing his temple off the doorknob. “GOD DAMN IT!!” he heard himself breathe through his chattering teeth.
“Serves you right.” Mia lectured, as she turned back to the little girl with the kindest and sweetest smile. “Hello there. Sorry about mean ol’Jeremy. Everything will be alright. What’s your name?”
The girl sniffled, her cries long gone. “A-Annabelle Morison.” Annabelle whispered, starring at the floor as if she had done something wrong but wouldn’t admit it. “And Daddy said I had to stay here while I go to school.”  
“Summer courses? They’re a drag huh?”
“Yea.” Annabelle smiled up at Mia. “But I only need three more courses and I finish my degree.”
“You’re going to college.” Jeremy coughed, pulling himself off the floor. His ears still rang but at least the floor was keeping steady under his feet.
“I’m seven and a half.” Annabelle glared at him.
Mia laughed. “Jeremy’s a little slow. Don’t worry he’s harmless. Just make sure you lock your door at night. He tends to peek in.” She warned, picking up the matching red suit case on the sidewalk.
“DO NOT!” He yelled, or at least the thought he did. His head was feeling a little heavy. The two girls laughed as they made their way in completely ignoring Jeremy’s comment.
It was around this time the pizza got there and with the fortune of the gods the delivery boy had caught the whole ordeal on his camera phone. No doubt posting it to his wall on the newest hit spot on the web filled to the brim with advertisements and internet friends. So, now the world would be laughing at him.
He opened his wallet for the third time. “Huh. I thought I had a ten in here.” Shrugging it off, he paid the pizza boy, sending him on his way.
Before he walked in he placed a quick phone call to the pizza joint, Jeremy had a silent chuckle as he placed the pizza box on the kitchen counter. The delivery boy might be surprised to know he no longer had a job. Then he noticed the feet hanging off the couch arm.
Jeremy strolled in, knocking the woman’s feet off, them slamming to the floor. The woman with purple hair sat up. “Heeeeey.” She moaned groggily.
“Let me guess you saw an ad on Sherryslist and just decided to pop in.”
“Yup.” She yawned. “Names Lizzy. Ground rules are easy. Don’t wake me again, its magenta not purple hair, and don’t ask about the rope I keep in my bag.” She waved off lazily as she nodded off once more.
Jeremy stood there for a moment before he went back into the kitchen there was a certain computer and a very certain ad he had to remove.
Let's Start! Part 2
Had this for a few months now. Some friends of mine have been pressuring me to finish it. Not sure if there really is any MATURE content as there really isn't anything showing (an it's all text) but I'm sure if it is someone will tell me. :) 

Hope you enjoy! 
This story and all characters belongs to me. Duh.
Like the title says I'm not dead yet. I've been working in the background, despite the lack of updates. A lot of other stuff going on as well. Don't worry, I will be posting some bits and pieces of what I'm working on. Also, there are some tournaments I'm looking at so we'll see how those turn out. :) Things are moving along well.   

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jackcrowder Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
:heart: :heart: :heart: Happy Valentine's! :heart: :heart: :heart:

Vanellope x Rancis Fluggerbugger SPICE DROP SNOW by jackcrowder
LastProtocol Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2014
YEAH! Happy V Day!!!
Irobashi-Chronicles Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014   Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav!

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SaintTape Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2011  Student General Artist
Hey there, long time!
Thanks for the fave!
LastProtocol Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2011
np. :) Yeah it's been a while hasn't it? Heh. Hope you have a great Christmas and New year!
Jared-hai Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!
LastProtocol Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2011
Your welcome. Wondering what'll happen next in the tournament. :)
Jared-hai Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
There's a lot on my plate for this round. I'm going to have trouble keeping it all together ^^;
LastProtocol Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2011
Hm, well the later rounds were going to be tough, especially with this many characters. Hm, you could write two separate stories, that is if you want to use all these characters. If you need or want any help/ideas I'd be willing to help out. In any case, I know you can do it. :)
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