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Post by Felicity Tennessen on Aug 20, 2010 2:58:10 GMT -4
Felicity was finding it very difficult to keep her cool as she stared forward at the old woman limping across the crosswalk. She leaned out of her window, looking up at the green light and hoping that it would hurry along the old woman. No such luck. Felicity put her chin in her hand and leaned on her arm rest. Another pointless exhibition of the uselessness of certain members of today's society. Felicity knew better than to yell out in anger at the display before her but she really wasn't enjoying the woman's presence. Cars began to honk behind her when she swung her car door open but she climbed out of the car anyway, turning it off. She came around the front and stopped in front of the woman, stopping her from getting across the street, much to the protest of the people waiting behind her car. "Excuse me, miss." She said politely, offering her hand. The old woman looked up in delight and handed her hand to Felicity. Felicity looked down at the woman's hand, seeing that she didn't have a wedding ring on. "Judging by your lack of a ring, poor health possibly caused by the premature death of a cheating husband who left you no money and your lack of a car, you are limping across the sidewalk and making a spectacle of yourself with the hope that a kind soul will take notice and help you across the street to help demonstrate the small kind acts in the world and that chivalry is not, in fact, just part of your generation." Felicity smiled cheerfully, knowing that she was right and that she had hit the nail on the head.
The old woman stared at Felicity, partially not understanding. "Listen here, little girl," Her voice was surprisingly strong and clear for such an obviously frail woman. "You don't know anything about me. And I would appreciate if you would get out of my way now." She shot a glare at Felicity that would have broken a weaker woman. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't do that. Was my assessment incorrect?" Clearly Felicity had trouble accepting that she was wrong. The old woman turned suddenly and opened her mouth. An ungodly roar echoed through the small square, drowning out the drone of the honking cars who instantly hushed as the petite and pale old woman suddenly began morphing into a huge brown grizzly bear, twice the size of what a normal one was. The beast reared back on its paws and clawed at the air, yelling. Felicity's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open in slow horror. How dare she? How DARE that woman shift and instigate an attack on her? What gave her the right? Age? Experience? Absolutely none of that! There was nothing that justified this woman's shift and that's what made Felicity bristle with anger. She could feel the familiar shiver at the base of her spine as she closed her eyes. Her mind struggled to give her that image that she desired. The tall, towering black dragon. A dark purple exposed belly. The frightening green eyes and the massive snout that could shoot out pale, green, engulfing fire with just a breath. Her body adjusted easily to the anger, shifting into the thin tiger with rage and fear in its eyes. Intelligence stared out from the creature but was being blinded by Felicity's ignorance.
With a roar that echoed in her head, Felicity swiped at the bear with a large claw. In her mind, the bear went tumbling into a building and she stumbled around, glad at what she'd accomplished. Her tiger form, however, accustomed to the feeling and took the appropriate amount of swipes at the bear (speckled with gray hairs from old age) and took it down, throwing it against the wall. As the old woman shifted back into her weak and frail form, people began to crowd around her, shouting about medical attention. Felicity was pounding down the street, her huge clawed feet making large marks in the pavement as she went. As the rage began to subside, her body morphed back into the naked female that she was. She reached a hand up to hold at her head as she heard vague shouts behind her about a tiger. She stumbled over to the nearest bench and collapsed. When people started running down the street, she looked around quickly. The nearest door read "Yummy Tummies Restaurant" which invited her toward the door. She tiredly pushed the door in, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over her. When she stepped in, there was a pause in the family hustle-and-bustle and then lapsed back into conversation. "Excuse me ma'am, I can't let you in if you aren't wearing clothes." The hostess had hustled over, smiling tightly at Felicity. The exhausted blonde looked up at the hostess, blinking slowly. Her eyes then swept the restaurant. Most people had gone back to their food, knowing the humiliation of those sudden shifts that left people devoid of clothes. "Looks fine to me." She was too tired to give an assessment. She looked around, seeing a half-empty booth halfway across the room. She easily pushed past the heavy woman and made her way over, each step getting heavier and heavier. As she got closer and closer, she saw that the other occupant was getting more and more attractive. She heaved herself into the booth next to him, on the same side, and sat there for a long moment, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. She then rolled her head against the seat to stare at him. "Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be working against you?" She asked, turning her attention back to the ceiling with a tight sigh. "And no matter what you do to make things right, or what you think is right, it's not going to happen? As if everything is futile because people are stupid, asinine, and don't know how they're supposed to be living."
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