dramophone — joining

[michael t.]

Michael thought that maybe, in some old and hidden away corner of his mind that he was no longer able to access, that he had once watched cartoons with creatures like Benji. Perhaps when he was just but a kit, hiding away from his tyrannical father's iron fist and dagger tongue, tucked into one of the old human buildings watching ancient tapes that were barely held together by dust. Such technology would nowadays be seen by humans as old news, but Michael had thought of the crappy screen as a gateway into an entirely new world, one where he could be the hero, and he could catch the bad guy – or be the bad guy, more likely.

Although old detective films and decaying mystery movies graced his little projector more often than not, there was the occasional cartoon thrown in when he felt like things were getting too bland. It was always fascinating, seeing the usually anthropomorphic animals bounce around and get into hijinks for the amusement of children. The bobcat might've found it more entertaining back then if the villains of those little stories didn't remind him so much of his father. He could still remember a particularly grainy film featuring a bouncing mouse who seemed on top of the world, all until a big nasty looking cat – or perhaps a bear? He wasn't sure anymore – came along and started shouting and causing trouble. He'd been so petrified he hadn't watched that film ever again.

Despite it having been years since the last time he had actually watched a cartoon, the fugitive found himself hit in the face with a sense of whiplash when he spotted Benji out on the sand. She was so colorful, and the way she seemed to move and look around was so animated... he honestly wouldn't have been surprised if that old cartoon mouse came scampering out of the sea after her. The thief found himself hesitating for a moment, slightly unnerved by Benji's appearance and mannerisms, but then the canine was approached by Ahab, and he knew he had to go over. Roxie might've trusted the old bear with her life, but Michael knew full well that Ahab could be a bit... frightening, especially when it came to first impressions. Sure enough, when he made his way over, jewelry faintly jingling, he arrived just in time to hear Ahab's harsh, authoritative words. Flinching a bit, Michael hastily spoke up from beside the bear, hoping to alleviate the feeling of interrogation, "Uh, hey there, miss. Jesus Ahab, lay off a little, will ya? She looks kinda confused, and I don't think she needs you acting like you're gonna tear her limb from limb."

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]