The First Bunny: An Introduction

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[Action - Locked to 753 Partridge Drive]

[Mesousa wasn't a stranger to waking up in unfamiliar places before, but usually when he did he wasn't given the comfort of waking up on his own time. Somewhat confused, the bunny gets up and rubs his eyes while walking out into the yard.]

"H-hello?"

[Mesousa looks around before sighing, commenting silently to himself,]

"It looks like I've been left behind again..."

[He makes his way to the door that leads into the house, trying with some effort to reach the doorknob. Unfortunately, its height is just too much for Mesousa's tiny bunny stature. With a whimper he slumps against the door, head flopping lazily to one side.]


"Oh... I'm trapped here...

[Action - In Town, backdated to earlier in the day.]

[Having managed to find a way out of his house, Mesousa is spending the rest of the day wandering around town, hanging his head low and standing off to the side of the sidewalk so that people can pass him without him getting in their way. Occasionally he will stop in front of a window to gaze into the stores.]

Comments

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Well, this girl is coming out of the pet store that Mesousa is staring into. She's not paying attention and is about to walk into him. WHAT DO.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Noticing the woman Mesousa starts to move out of the way, only to find that his tiny bunny legs have gotten tangled up! He trips, falling directly under the leg she is about to bring down.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[When he trips, Barton notices him just in the nick of time to swirl around, almost acrobatically, to get out of his way.]

Whoa! What the hell?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Slowly Mesousa gets up. He bows to Barton. His voice is very quiet.]

I-i'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to get in your way.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Uh.. Yeah, just watch where you're goin'. You're... hard to see. [Says the 5'2" skinny teenager. She doesn't sound angry, more just confused the talking rabbit.

She looks back at the store, then back at him. She knows that sentient animals aren't allowed in stores.] Ya need somethin' from in there, or somethin'?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry, I usually try to be hard to see so that I don't disturb anyone's vision. Maybe I could get a tall hat if I were allowed in the stores, but even then I am a poor bunny with no money to buy anything...

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this place sucks like that. They're gonna treat ya like a dog no matter where ya go.

...I don't think any of the stores would sell hats that fit you anyway.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Everybody seems to love dogs. It would be nice to get all that positive attention.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Ain't nothin' wrong with a... talkin' rabbit, I guess, but that's just how the drones see ya. No use in arguin' with 'em.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

D...drones?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

...Ya haven't been here long, huh. You'll have no problem spottin' 'em - they'll be the ones treatin' you like a dog. They're brainwashed into acting the way they do.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Black Mage makes his way out back, knife in hand, to go carve dinner out of the dog...

... and meets the rabbit.]

What are you doing out here?

[Looks around.]

And where is my dog?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to be trapped in your yard. I apologize but I didn't see a dog. Hopefully he didn't run away.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

That stupid dog, one day I am going to...

... well I already did that, maybe I'll...

... nope, did that one too. Huh.

I think I am going to go make a list of things I've already done.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[While BM is muttering to himself Mesousa will try to get his attention by pitifully trying to get a word in.]

Uhm, sir, would it be OK if I asked for a small favor?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

No, no you can't.

But why don't you amuse me and ask anyways.

Also, why are you talking?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Hesistantly, the bunny asks.]

I...I was wondering if I could use your phone to call my friends.

If the talking bothers you I can always stop.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you stop talking. And I don't care, it's a free country.

Stop asking stupid questions.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Quietly, Mesousa walks inside and finds the phone. He pushes a chair over to it which he then uses to climb up to reach the phone. However, his efforts are thwarted when his thumb-less paws and incapable of keeping a good grip on the receiver. It crashed to the ground and clatters loudly as he looks at is with a resigned horror.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

...

Rabbits can't use phones. Why would you try to use a phone?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa looks at BM and seems to begin to explain something, but with a surprised gasp he covers his mouth and stops.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's right.

The next animal that talks at me goes in the oven.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[After looking terrified and suppressing a scream, Mesousa begins nervously looking around the house for some sticky tape. Upon finding some, he will begin to tape the phone receiver to his paw.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[He waits, now he is having fun with this.

Just staring at the rabbit.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousua attempts to dial the phone, but his paw is too big to fit into the holes of the rotory dial. He looks around until he notices a pencil laying on the counter nearby. He attempts to reach for it, but finds it is just a bit too far. Mesousa tries to stretch that last few inches, causing the chair to tumble over. Mesousa falls, but his meeting with the floor is interrupted by the fact that he is taped to the phone. As the cord reaches its total length, it pulls the bunny back up again. After a few bounces, Mesousa swings slowly at the end of the cord, slowly spinning around and whimpering.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Watches this.

Slowly walks over and holds the cord with one hand, cutting it with the next.

Now holding the poor bunny hanging off the ground.

Swinging the bunny a bit, he goes to the front door.

Opening it up, he throws the bunny out.]

Enough of that.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[A few moments later, there is a knocking at the door. On the other side Mesousa is holding the phone receiver.]

Mr. Clown, I wanted to give you your phone back.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Frowns at the bunny.

He has a knife in his hand.]

What... did... you... say?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Th...th...that I wanted to give you your phone back?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

I... am... not... a... clown.

Take it back.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Terrified, Mesousa looks from Black Mage, to the Phone, and then Back to Black Mage.]

B..b..but I didn't give you the phone, I don't see how I could take it back from you again.

... making it so hard not to kill

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

You know what, my bad.

Come on in pal, I got something for you.

Re: ... making it so hard not to kill

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Not... something for him. Those words have never ended well for mesousa in the past, but he cannot seem to be rude. After freezing in terror for a minute, mesousa begins to slowly walk towards the door like a person who is scare of spiders walks towards a cabinet that may or not be filled with spiders.]

Y...you...have...something...f...f...for me?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Closes the door behind him.]

First, do me a favor.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa waits nervously inside the house. His entire body is visibly shaking as he waits for BM to ask for the favor.]

W...what do you n...need me to do?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

I have a bet going and I just need you to be the the tie breaking vote.

[Pulls out a cloth sack and puts it over the bunny. It's big enough for a human head.]

Does this bag smell like Chloroform to you?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

*thump*

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[He may... or may not... wake up in the dryer.

It's turned on.

It's getting hot in there.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

*thump thump, thump thump*

H...hello? is

*thump thump, thump thump*

anyone out there?

*thump thump, thump thump*

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

No.

[Black Mage is the best liar.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

*thump thump, thump thump*

Uwaaaaa, why won't

*thump thump, thump thump*

you let me out


*thump thump, thump thump*

my legs...

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[He snickers.]</small? You didn't ask nicely.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

*thump thump, thump thump*

Please help me

*thump thump, thump thump*

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[There's silence. He lets the bunny take a few more spins before opening the door and letting him tumble out.]

There, you happy now?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[The bunny has trouble standing up, but he tries anyway.]

Yes. Thank you.

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

[Throws a bag over him, again.

This time though, he just takes the bunny out back and throws the bag. Closing the door.]