Post by spiderbear on Nov 14, 2010 1:08:43 GMT -8
[...aka The Bank Of Felidae Will Eat Your Soul]
"Denied?" Bombalurina's brow creased harshly, her breath hitching with the sudden, forceful compression of her lungs.
They couldn't do this!
"Please, just give me one more chance. Its not that I'm not working enough to pay it, believe me, its just my boss and my job..."
"I'm sorry miss." The blank faced, harsh brown lipstick-slathered lips of the teller replied flatly. "You were expected to pay two weeks ago...one the advised date of the second extension." Her cold, disinterested tone sent a chill coursing down Bombalurina's spine, subtly cracking every vertebrae into its own terrifingly loose shiver.
"But you see-"
"Miss, consider this your final warning, or I will be forced to alert the higher authorities of your non-compliance. Good day."
The teller stood, closing her station-roll for her lunchbreak, leaving Bombalurina sitting stupified across from the now closed booth.
There was no way on Earth she could make the remaining month's rent money up, unless...
No. She had promised herself she wouldn't relive the pain of her past life. She'd given up on her hopes and dreams just as much as Jazz had given up on her. Not to mention, Bombi didn't know anyone on the circuit, and even fewer places.
Swallowing thickly, she stood on shaky legs. The very ground beneath seemed as unsteady and as dangerous as her finances, and feeling her shiny black heel click on the floor, an anxiousness shot deeply into the pit of her stomach.
She had to make that money up. Even if it meant falling into debt with her boss, she could get an advancement on her pay, or some sort of loan (she was, afterall, 90% sure the Private Investigator was a Shark himself)...anything that meant she could subdue the melodious voice in her head from possessing her mouth again.
With a sigh, she sidestepped her way out onto Main Street, with a heavy heart and empty purse.
"Denied?" Bombalurina's brow creased harshly, her breath hitching with the sudden, forceful compression of her lungs.
They couldn't do this!
"Please, just give me one more chance. Its not that I'm not working enough to pay it, believe me, its just my boss and my job..."
"I'm sorry miss." The blank faced, harsh brown lipstick-slathered lips of the teller replied flatly. "You were expected to pay two weeks ago...one the advised date of the second extension." Her cold, disinterested tone sent a chill coursing down Bombalurina's spine, subtly cracking every vertebrae into its own terrifingly loose shiver.
"But you see-"
"Miss, consider this your final warning, or I will be forced to alert the higher authorities of your non-compliance. Good day."
The teller stood, closing her station-roll for her lunchbreak, leaving Bombalurina sitting stupified across from the now closed booth.
There was no way on Earth she could make the remaining month's rent money up, unless...
No. She had promised herself she wouldn't relive the pain of her past life. She'd given up on her hopes and dreams just as much as Jazz had given up on her. Not to mention, Bombi didn't know anyone on the circuit, and even fewer places.
Swallowing thickly, she stood on shaky legs. The very ground beneath seemed as unsteady and as dangerous as her finances, and feeling her shiny black heel click on the floor, an anxiousness shot deeply into the pit of her stomach.
She had to make that money up. Even if it meant falling into debt with her boss, she could get an advancement on her pay, or some sort of loan (she was, afterall, 90% sure the Private Investigator was a Shark himself)...anything that meant she could subdue the melodious voice in her head from possessing her mouth again.
With a sigh, she sidestepped her way out onto Main Street, with a heavy heart and empty purse.
