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Note: So I'm currently volunteering as the Head Coach of Baltimore Spirits in the FBA, monitored by  buckhopper. I actually wanted to create a character for the FBA world b/c I think it's great to see the community fully driven in creating wonderful narratives of their characters and I want to be more of a part of it.

As you guys know that I've been drawing the wallaby, Gale and lemur, Lennart (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12087248/) who both live in the FBA world and now, after finally getting some clearance XD, I can start posting stories of these two who are a very important part of me since they represent aspects of myself. Anyways, here's the first two snippets and I hope you guys enjoy my crappy writing~HUHUHU
btw, you can make fun of it. These are the moments when I do allow my emotions get the better of me haha~

Gale traversed along the glistening sidewalk, reflected by the collaboration of fallen raindrops and street lamps that just began emerging for their night shift. He was sprinting through the crowds, constantly checking his phone while maneuvering around bodies, until he finally reached his destination. Steadying his breathing and compressing his soaked head due to his hoodie failing to hold during the run, the wallaby opened the pub’s entrance to be embraced by the warm temperature and chattering of other patrons.

It was expected of the weather to pack the room with people trying to keep dry which made it difficult for Gale to find his group amongst the sea of heads. Until he heard a familiar voice,”Yo, Pebbles! We’re over here!” and clear enough that Gale was able to pinpoint the source even with clamor already present in the pub. A kempt gray wolf from a few tables down was maniacally waving as if he thought his bellowing wasn’t boisterous enough. Gale meekly raised his hand to indicate that he has seen him which results in the wolf plopping down in the booth with the group as the wallaby made his way over with ease since those around him prefer to avoid having wet fur.

Upon arriving, Gale took the edge seat before greeting, ”Evening, Trev.”
The corner of the wolf’s mouth could not have curled lower to display his irritation but immediately returned to his original rowdy splendor; Trev chuckled,”Ey Pebbles, your old man isn’t here, let up on the speech a bit haha.” The wallaby’s answer stalled from checking his phone, ”Yeah…sorry, I haven’t had much time to talk to anyone who wasn’t decades over my age or under the influence of anesthetics…”

The group took the response in silence while Trev tried to salvage the mood,”Welp, with all the shit that your old man’s putting on you, it’s good to chill out with some peeps and a drink” and the wolf signaled the vixen waitress over.
Gale shrugged, “It’s not that bad, he’s just making sure I’m applying my coursework in an actual work situation in preparation for graduate school. Oh…no thanks, I’m not ordering”, kindly thanking the waitress. But Trev interfered, “He’d want the tequila iced tea, generous on the booze yo” closing the order with a wink before returning to the conversation, “sure, filling forms and cleaning out bed pans is what all med students are only learning in school, maybe you should come babysit my cousin since you are so qualified in addition to knowing the person who’s hiring, the job opening is a steal”.

The group shared in with a laugh except for the lemur who just smirked in place but Gale’s face was expressing the same irritation that Trev had moments ago, ”Anyways, what’s the occasion that you guys actually had to drag me out and miss work?”

Trev’s visage beamed with his signature goofy smile and began his theatric bit, ”Gentlemen and Ladies, who I hope we’ll have more in the future, I have some fan-fawking-tastic news that I wanted to relay to my closest friends so they can inform others of the feeling of being in the music deity’s presence.” A few chuckles and groans were heard as well as Gale’s face palm but the act continues, ”…I and my band, Rush-Light, have been given the opportunity to play in Texas at the next…(silent pause for suspense)…Battle Of the Bands!”

Applauses were making it’s round within the small group as Trev was making a spectacle of bowing before concluding, ”We’ll be holding a party on New Year’s Eve in celebration at yours truly but in the mean time, we still have several gigs coming up and the band would be grateful if you all were to attend with pluses.”

Congratulations were given and everyone seems to be sharing in the good atmosphere, except for Gale, who checked his phone for the eighth time during Trev’s announcement and finally got up to put on his coat.

Dylan, the lynx lead guitarist, saw the large wallaby feeble attempt to ‘sneak’ out unseen and hollered in an obvious manner,” Yo Gale, don’t bounce now, party’s not over man.” The outing comment grabbed Trev’s attention,” Dude, you only just got here, don’t ditch your date without giving it a chance”, gesturing to the drinks that just arrived.

“I’m going. I need to go to work”, Gale was barely audible but Trev got the picture when he heard the wallaby’s scornful tone but the wolf was hardly fazed by it.

“Nah dude. I still need to introduce you to the newest member of our flock. Hey Len-hen, git yo ass over here!”

Several times, Gale thought that Trev was incorrectly born as a wolf rather than a hyena. Actually, several times would be an understatement but, at the moment, Gale’s attention was directed towards the lounging figure.

The male lemur, who took a quick swig from the beer bottle, made his way toward the two. He was generally a head lower of Gale’s height with a moderately lean frame coming along with a gold bracelet on his already ringed tail, which Gale thought was redundant.

“Good evening, Mr. Let” he smiled, obvious yet playfully mocking Gale’s initial entrance, sending Gale’s eyes rolling.

Trev began,” This is Lennart, our new rhythmic guitarist and back vocals. Get this yo, so John found him playing at a café where he was picking up some joes when the band and I were planning to spend all night to review the auditions for the position that this freakin’ lemur was perfect for. So John called us in-”

Gale held his paw up to pause the wolf, “the new guitarist? What do you mean by that?”

“eh, weren’t you getting in on this? Yeah dude, the band’s new guitarist as in recently joined guitarist, I thought my vocabulary would be understood by a scholar ~hah. Anyway, as I was saying, John called us and we weren’t expecting much but dayum dude when we heard Len pluck those fawkin-“

Holding his paw up again, Gale was puzzled,“ What happened to Henry? I thought he was the permanent guitarist.”

The lemur’s head tilted with a raised eyebrow in curiosity while the rest of the band began staring off into insignificant parts of the room, Trev shrugged at the mention of the name, “ehh…he got busy weeks ago and decided step down which was shitty for awhile but luckily we’ve found this gem” patting the lemur.

“Wait, Henry quit? But weren’t you both the founders of the band. Also, He wouldn’t have given up when he got busy, constantly reminding you guys that music was his everything. I mean, he even came to practice with food poisoning just to make sure not to fall behind in addition to-“

“uuggh…” Trev flailed his arms back along with his head,” We know. You told that story many more times than he ever did, but the food poisoning part is new.”

The remark caused Gale to stagger, “Uhh…no, I- I.. heard Henry mention it whenever he told it but that’s besides the point, I’m trying to state-“

Now it was Trev’s paws to silence Gale, by clamping his muzzle together, “Please save us the lecture, professor groupie. Henry’s gone, and we got Lennart, all’s good. Also, here’s a flyer to our next few gigs, come watch us perform live at least once rather than at the studio, which you also never come to anymore”.

Gale shook his muzzle free from the grip, “Hey, that’s not true the last time I visited was just-“

“a year and a half ago”, Dylan chimed in.

Gale looked crossed, ”You butt. You guys know I can’t just drop-”

Trev sighed,” Look Gale, we got it. You’ve been avoiding Henry on top of all that other crap with school and work but shit dude, we’re just saying, now that things are chill, it’d be okay to take a break now and then. It would actually be enlightening for you.”

Gale couldn’t tolerate anymore of his time being wasted and was beginning to seethe, “Oh sure, I just decided to take some time off and come visit you all just to hear trivial accusations, multiple jabbers, and the acquirement of the harpist who I probably shouldn’t get to know since, by your indications, the next time we’ll meet is when you’ve all grown up and realized your time wasted on making cacophony should have been spent on building a successful life without the daunting fear of worrying about when your next meal is. Okay Trev, I have to admit that you’re right, this ’break’ is my epiphany”.

By this point, everyone, including nearby patrons, backed off while Gale was finally able to completely put on his jacket that has been hanging half-worn for the past few conversations and paid for his tab for the drink left untouched. Just when he was heading toward the entrance, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was the lemur, still calmly smiling, which was putting Gale on edge for a while.

“Actually, my surname is Harper.”

“What?”

“It’s not ‘harpist’ but felicitations for guessing closely. And it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope I can fill the shoes of this ‘Henry’ that you seem to be strongly affiliated with” Then the lemur held out his hand, indicating a departing handshake.

Gale stalled at the particularly pointless response, uttering, “unbelievable” but after ignoring the lemur’s gesture, Gale managed a final statement, “…No one can replace Henry”.

And the wallaby was out the door and back in the precipitating dusk once again.

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Gale was sprinting down the last few blocks to his work, constantly swearing at himself for being detoured by the small gathering they called a ‘party’. His phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in his hands after entering the restaurant making Gale itchy to not miss work.

When Gale reached the corner of the hospital’s block, the sprint came to a gradual halt when he saw a group of teens on the basketball court a block across the building. These kids were in the rain, shirtless as if mocking the weather that a little water couldn’t hurt anyone but influenza and laryngitis has a surprise for them, which would have been Gale’s initial remark; however, the wallaby stood watching in the beating rain as their game carried on. Seconds turned to minutes but still, Gale stood watching, frozen, unmoving, depicting a focus on the game as intense as those of the players actually participating in it.

Eventually, a car passed over a puddle in front of Gale, drenching him as well as breaking his connection to the court.

“Shit…” the wallaby was literally washed from head to toe but he was more concerned about the time that escaped him and dashed around the corner to enter the hospital.

A front desk squirrel nurse looked up from her papers when Gale entered the room in scrubs,
“Cutting it close to the next hour, Gale. Your father wouldn’t be happy to know about your elongated tardy, I also don’t enjoy being your personal alarm.”

“Sorry Meredith, for that…and what I’m about to ask but can you keep this from him? I don’t want to start the night more exhausted than I already am.”

The squirrel went back to reading the forms when she answered, ”Sure thing. By the way, Mr. Let wants to see you.”

“What? But you said he didn’t know I was late.”

“No, Gale. I merely guessed that your father’s current mood would be unhappiness after finding out that you did not show up to your shift on time. But not to worry, I wasn’t the one who informed him nor will be the one to providing an excuse to him about your absence since, as far as I’m concerned, this conversation never happened.”

“Fantastic…”

Gale punched in his time card and took the elevator up several floors, walked a maze around several patients and nurses. Then took another, though exclusive, elevator that led him to find a single door with the engraved gold nameplate displaying,

”Howard Let, CEO”

As Gale straightened out his scrubs that were still wet from the rain, feeling an object in his pant’s rear pocket. Digging inside, Gale found a wet folded flyer of the band’s gigs. Gale was sure that he rejected Trev’s attempts yet he held the physical document, what’s more is that it was in his back pocket so Gale couldn’t have manually placed it there for convenience unless-…unless it was that lemur…Lennart, was it? ‘Must have snuck it in before he told me about his name’, Gale assessed.
Gale placed the flyer back and knocked three times on the door in even intervals, when he didn’t receive an answer, he tried again even more cautiously, getting a response from the other side, “Enter”.

Gale creaked open the stained wooden door to a room decorated with anatomy and atlas prints on walls, burgundy wooden cabinets, and stained wooden floor covered with a foreign oriental rug with intricate organic outlines that extended to the end of the room that contained a center main desk with a turned lounging chair. The wallaby pressed his scrubs once again before indicating his presence, “Father, I’ve arrived.”

The chair gradually turned to eventually reveal a slightly rotund owl with an expression of neither amusement nor irritation, just apathy.

“So I’ve gathered. Just moments ago I presume? In addition to your delay it seems wetting the floor was another task of your agenda.” Gale realized he forgot to wipe his feet beforehand, leaving a streak of grit and water on the expensive rug.
“Apologies, father. I’ll clean up after myself as soon as possible.” However, the owl raised his wing, “Leave it” and held a button on his machine as he spoke in the microphone,” Meredith, I need you to send a janitor into my office for a minor carpet cleaning as soon as you can. Thank you.”

Howard continued the conversation,” I assume that you would like to defend your stance with a valid reason as well as evidence for your overdue arrival?”

Gale mumbled meekly,“ I have none, sir…”

“Speak up.”

The wallaby cleared his throat before elaborating,” I have no valid or acceptable reason for my sluggish behavior and I sincerely apologize for sublimating any of the consequences of my mistake onto your current inconveniences, sir.” He took in a breath after and shifted his position into less of a military stance. However, something caught the attention of the owl.

“What are you holding in your pockets?”

Gale became alarmed,” Sir? I’m not holding any-“

Howard stood and encircled the desk to stand in front of the wallaby, portraying the massive size difference between the large wallaby and the small owl yet the more dominant presence of the smaller was prevalent.

“Gale, the crinkling sounds that originated from your drenched trousers made indications of a secondary object being held. Now, if you be so kind to prevent committing any more perjury or have more words wasted thus resulting in a verbose conversation that makes insignificant progress to the inevitable, may I see what it is that you are holding?”

Gale pulled out the folded flyer and carefully placed it on Howard’s palm, which he peeled and started skimming the contents.

“ahh…Trevor, the Jettisons’ son…yes, your old sports mate…and he seems to be holding an event for his band…several actually. Honestly, that child is much too wild to fathom the responsibilities that he will carry in the future and what’s more unfortunate is the lack of guidance and ardency the child’s parents seem to provide for their own offspring.” After the blunt criticism, Howard returned the flyer to Gale and sat behind the desk again.

Fidgeting with the piece of paper, Gale asked,” So…may I attend them or at least one of them?”

Howard chuckled,“ Oh Gale, I cannot restrict you from attending any events with potential connections. You’re a university student with an intelligible and hopefully rational mind; you can decide whether to spend your precious time gaining knowledge and experience to build an adamant foundation for future prospect and health or standing around like a thoughtless hollow manikin, resonating any entropic sounds that originated from a construction of wood and strings, slowly hindering your thought processes due to lack of focus.”

Gale expected Howard to spread out his opinionated ‘tolerance’ and it was soon to be more intense, so he threw in the towel early.

“I understand, father. I would like to apologize again for my behavior tonight. I’ll be returning to my normal duties as of now unless you have any other information to relay to me?”

The owl spun the chair so the back faced Gale and lazily waved his wing.
“No, son. That is all. To your duties.”

The wallaby took off his shoes before exiting to prevent any more damage to his father’s rug and closed the door silently behind him.

Gale arrived back to his university’s apartment in the middle of the night after his shift ended. Since his roommate was already slumbering, he decided to take a shower in the morning so he stripped down to his briefs and slid under his covers. Before drifting to sleep, Gale picked up his pants and salvaged the flyer from the pocket. Staring at the bold calligraphy of the band’s name, Gale held the paper like a lottery ticket; of course he had no need for these types of events but the curiosity kept him in wonder, that is…until his father’s previous comments that evening pierced his thoughts. Furiously, Gale compressed the flyer into a wrinkled mass and flailed it in a random direction of the dark room before violently spinning to his side and scrunching his eyes shut to sleep.