The Wolf Among Us

[Ritual Lobotomy]

K. C. Pelt
(Cheshire Cat)
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K.C. understood. There was no point in asking Maisie any, potentially dumb and pointless, questions. She felt they both had enough of the major amount of shit they went through today. She only nodded and winked approvingly to Maisie that was going to bed. "Sleep tight." She said lightly, before Maisie closed the door. She should be comfortable in there, K.C. tended to keep tidy everything that she doesn't use. That included kitchen. She couldn't remember the last time she tried to cook something. It was probably a year ago. That god damn year ago she would rather not involve in everything any more. She wasn't one of those desperate whining bitches, and she preferred to stay that way. Stretching out, she got up, ignoring some dumb TV commercial, and gathered all the empty beer bottles, tossing them into the garbage disposer. "Return bottles my ass." If she can gain hundreds of bucks easily, she for sure won't humiliate herself and carry around a bunch of bottles for few cents.

She got to the bathroom and washed her face before looking up in the mirror. Flawless face, even with no make up. Not like she put it on much, but others seemed to think that. "Well hey there, sexy." She chuckled. At that point she noticed that the deep scratch she got started to bleed again. She probably scratched over it, and now the tiny line of blood ran down her cheek. "Son of a bitch got me better than I thought." By the time the scratch stopped bleeding, she wasn't so tired any more. TV provided no fun whatsoever, so she turned it off once she was back in the living room, boring her guts out. She grabbed the keys and her jacket, and walked out quietly, locking the doors. Maisie was firmly asleep, and the last thing she wanted was a rookie burglar in her apartment. She would be back soon enough anyway.

Once she was outside, she instantly noticed the black Chevy parked in front of the entrance, and she recognised it at once. Why wouldn't she? The driver was a scumbag of his own kind. He was a drug dealer that owned a strip club in the Downtown center, and he acted like he owned the world. Even worse, he lived in a same building. Sometimes the entire building had to suffer the consequences of his orgy parties and high trips. And the worst thing of all, she had to cope with his constant sexist shout outs towards her, and all those immoral offers that were pointless and disgusted her. K.C. wasn't a feminist, but to motherfuckers like he was, she would gladly give a good fist in a face for every time he even looked at her. Yes, she tried it once, but then she was forced to visit the station once more. That one was not on Bigby. She knew he hated that kind of scumbags as much as she did, and he would react in her advantage but Crane...yeah he was an ass on his own. The guy is a mundi somehow allowed to live and work there. All Crane. All of it! She, and not to mention Bigby, wasn't allowed to lay a finger on bastard, as long as he was, for some reason, sucked up deep into the Crane's snobby ass.

But, Crane or Bigby never said anything about his car. K.C. stopped and turned to Chevy with the true Cheshire grin on her face. She shrugged off. "Well, sorry "Daddy" boy. They should have been more precise." She approached the car making sure no one was around. Of course she wasn't stupid to do anything that will turn on the alarm, so she took her keys and mercilessly started making deep scratches over the car's flawlessly black hood. She enjoyed the pleading and squealing sound it made, while she grinned wider. When she was done, deep scratches over the hood formed: "Fuck you very much! <3". And then underneath it was: "P.S. I got bored. Your windshield is spared...this time."

Pleased by the way her masterpiece turned out, K.C. headed to the center of the Downtown, with hands in her short leather jacket and whistling. Once there, she made sure to buy a decent sized sandwich that was not stuffed with the dog food, and a six-pack. She sat on top of the park bench, across one of many casinos there. Putting her feet on the part where normal people are supposed to sit, and a six-pack beside, she bit into her sandwich. It was only now she realised how hungry she was. The sandwich was dry and old, but still good to eat unlike many others she used to get at those early morning hours when she would went out to wander or get her mind straight. She chuckled, chewing, when one of younger idiots got kicked out of the casino and beaten up by their gorillas. "Looooser.", she stated as she took another bite.

 

[Nue]

~The Glass Slipper Shop~
Dar looked at the lovely shop, it has pretty good architecture, and Dar wonders to himself if she created the building herself. He promised himself to come back to KD Consolidated HQ when he was done being arrested but he just cannot help himself. He opened the intricately designed glass door to open into her shop, from there it got even better looking, but what appealed to him most is the bottom of the counter. There were carvings of animals like birds and mice and squirrels and whatnot. They were in hats or gowns or clothing in some type of way and the most noticeable creature he found was at the end. It was a wolf. He was astounded at the beautiful carvings of the animals, but was disappointed to see no carved dragons. a dog came around the corner and barked, surprised, Dar jumped and hit his head at the top of the counter.
"Oww, you stupid dog! You hurt me, now you will have to pay for my health insurance!" he turned to Lucinda, now staring at him. he got himself up. Scratching his head.
"I love your shop, this architecture... is so magnificent! Did you make this building by yourself...from scratch? I have got to admit, this is an amazing building!"he said as he looked in awe at the building. ​

 

[N/A]

As soon as Bruno barked, A small thud was heard right after. Immediately did the girl raise her head up in surprise, grabbing Bruno by his fancy collar only to look up at the dragon fable, Dar.
"Oww, you stupid dog! You hurt me, now you will have to pay for my health insurance!" Cinderella raised an eyebrow arms crossed."Oh please! You're a dragon and you can't handle not even a bump on the head? Shame!" She sighed disappointedly as if she was the one scolding dar rather than dar scolding Bruno. Bruno on the other hand, approached the odd middle eastern looking man and took some time to sniff around his suit. All dogs did this so it was natural instinct before the large bullmastiff prances around in a circle playfully.

"I love your shop, this architecture... is so magnificent! Did you make this building by yourself...from scratch?" Lucinda heard. She blinked and nodded almost wide eyed with a smile to reveal her deepest dimples and soon did Dar walked around the shop, with Bruno following behind him." I have got to admit, this is an amazing building!" he said looking around in awe at her building. Lucinda smiled again being polite and replied in a soft voice,"Why thank you Dar." Giving him a small nod. Soon she stepped away from the counter and sat at a cushioned seat. At the center there was a small resting place with cushioned chairs and benches. As Lucinda sat, Bruno rushed over to her happily. His tail wagging and he places his paws on her lap resting his head over his paws.

"Oh you are so cute Bruno. Much cuter than Prince Charming." She chuckles petting him adoringly. The dog rests there on her lap rather lazily and Lucinda looks up at Dar."So how may I help you Dar?" Asked Lucinda politely. Funny, she was just disliking him before but then again being polite was also part of her job so she looks down at Bruno with a grin as she pets the gentle giant.

 

[Nue]

"Why thank you Dar." Lucinda said, giving him a small nod. Soon she stepped away from the counter and sat at a cushioned seat. At the center there was a small resting place with cushioned chairs and benches. As Lucinda sat, Bruno rushed over to her happily. His tail wagging and he places his paws on her lap resting his head over his paws. Dar stared and moved over to the resting place and sat down on the most extravagant looking chair. It was rose red, with nice cushions and sleek, golden arms. Dar liked this chair, it made him feel...rich Lucinda continued speaking to the dog "Oh you are so cute Bruno. Much cuter than Prince Charming." She chuckles petting him adoringly. The dog rests there on her lap rather lazily and Lucinda looks up at Dar."So how may I help you Dar?" Asked Lucinda politely. Dar turns to her, then at the dog, Bruno, who cocked his head to the side in confusion, then back at Lucinda who was waiting for an answer... "You said you made shoes right? Hopefully not just glass shoes!" He gave a soft chuckle. and continued to look at the counter's carvings "Hmm, it's a shame, all of those animals, and yet not one dragon... I hope you teenage guys totally dig that stuff. I went and bought one for a teen like that, he was one of the typical nerds, constantly playing his board games with his friends, turns out the guy had a pretty terrible family. Mother's in jail, Father's an animal killer and a drug addict, knows no other relatives, he goes to his friend's house across the street on Houston. Spends more time there than anywhere else, always says he's studying, he had no money, and you would think the cold, heartless Dar would kick him to the curb for asking me for money? Nah, grown up Fables who demand high payrolls because of their 'condition'? Sure, I will ignore their screams. But a poor young boy who had nothing left to loose, wanting some carved dragon? I'll give him it, and $15 for his father too! It's so good to be nice...leaves a good feeling in you... right Lucinda?" Dar said as he pulled out a cigar and lit it up, (without a lighter of course!) then he pulled out a list.
"Now, let's see...what materials do you make your shoes?"

 

[N/A]

Lucinda listened to Dar's story. Bruno yawned making a sound as he did so and naturally Lucinda didnt feel any sympathy, because she lived a rough life once herself. Instead of feeling such a pitiful thing, it was rare and she took up being cold and collected instead. The least she could do was act sympathetic and in awe at dar but she shrugged slightly, her tiredness can be an excuse that is until dar made her stop her day dreaming.

"Its so good to be nice..leaves a good feeling in you, right Lucinda?"

Lucinda shook her head slightly, as her large curls moved side by side to snap herself out of it and cleared her throat."Oh! Sorry." She apologized clearing her throat yet again."I guess so." She responded standing up as stretching her arms up in the air. She pondered at the thought. To be a spy or assassin like her, you had to not have a heart to kill. No mercy, no sympathy, no compassion. That's the rule really and those were one of the distractions Lucinda could definitely not have...And to Lucinda in truth, love was for children, or any pitiful and needy feeling like that.

"Now lets see.." Mumbled dar."What materials do you make your shoes?" He added asking politely. Lucinda joined his side and held onto her hands behind her back looking at her shoes and pursing her red velvet lips."Well.. Let me think.." She paused humming faintly."Thats a secret. All I can say is basic material like leather, felt, and more." She answered. Once she answered she placed a hand over her hip and used her other hand to rest over her chin, cocking her head slightly to the side."But of coarse, thats a secret too. That's not even the basics really." She shrugged with a heavy sigh as she smiled. Lucinda turned her head looking up at dar and blinked."So, what do you want? My show shop is different." She said.

"You see, these shoes are not to 'take and buy' these are just displays." Explained Lucinda waving her hand at the shelf full of shoes."You of coarse take it and give it to me and I'll get you your size. Or, you can even take it, give it to me, and specially request what you want to change or keep or add. Whether its the shape or felt color or texture, you know what I mean I certainly hope." She said sitting back behind her counter and turning on her computer. Bruno, sat on the rug. Occasionally the large light fawn colored dog walked around but he seems to be bored and stands on his hind legs at the counter. The dog was surprisingly as tall as the counter on hind legs--possibly even taller. Lucinda pets Bruno and chuckles walking out her counter as she grabbed a rope and held it out for Bruno to bite on an play tug of war, to which he does so.

As Lucinda occasionally looked over at dar while pulling onto the rope effortlessly,neither pulling to hard or to soft--she looked back down at Bruno and smiled. He was playfully growling and jumping back around with his tail wagging."Oh and the carving--aren't the fables. Besides the wolf... Those animals were my friends when I was treated like crap in my own home." She scoffed.

 

[Nue]

"I see...so just Bigby?" He said at her comment at the counter..."You were treated like crap huh?" His face became from happy to a more angry, serious tone. "Like the way you treated my personal story? I may not know nearly as much as you, but if its one thing I do know, its talking! I, truly wanted to be nice to you, but you shut me out and roll your eyes! Look, you are doing it now! Shutting me out!" Dar , with anger, paced back and forth around the room around the room and looked at her shoes, he threw the cigar on the ground, and started breaking things in the shop, before coming to a display case that he was about to destroy out of anger.
He stopped admits the chaos he created, arm ready to knock the case. Dar looked around, and laughed hysterically. "Look at me Lucinda, now i am a mess, taking things to heart where it barely touches your skin, have I really not talked to Fables for this long?" Dar pulled out a phone, and called a number. There was a young lady's voice on the receiving line. "Hello and welcome to The Neal Maid Service! I am Mrs.Neal, how may I help you?" Dar cleared his throat before speaking again. "This is Dar, I had another tantrum..this time at The Glass Slipper Shop, do you know where that is?"
The woman was baffled "The Glass Slipper Shop? Who dosen't know where that is? I bought my daughter's shoes from that place!"
"Yes,yes, just get here and help cleaned up this mess, it's not much...just three or four display cases, and a statue, not much more than my head." He turned back to Lucinda with a look of somber. "Look you know me, you are way more smarter than me, so you should know that dragons are known to have lovely anger tantrums, like Menopause I guess, he shows her the shoes. "Here is The shoes I want, size 10, in the softest material you can find, here is $2,000 for the shoes and repairs, if you need more money for repairs please let me know...My glamour is running out, I need more, so i will have to pick them up tomorrow... And for one last time, I am sorry, I will not go personal again, I just thought we could be...
...friends." With that, Dar storms out of the store, and hops in his car, and drives off.