Writing Rabbitjuice [E]

[Dragon Warrior]

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Welcome to Rabbitjuice, California, the most uncanniest of places to visit. In this story, poor Detective Bernard White must follow a strange criminal to a small island with an even smaller and stranger town. Rabbitjuice is home to an assortment of unusual occurances and people, especially the family he'll live with, the Nibbletops. As Bernard White tries to find the criminal he came there for, he also learns more about Rabbitjuice and the bizarre events that will occur because of him.

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Detective Bernard White was aware that his case was an unusual one from the start. After all, how many sane folks go off stealing carpets and cats? But even so, he never expected to wind up in small town Rabbitjuice, California. It?s not even attached to the country of the United States, for that matter. It?s out on some islands off the coast of California called the Towercandle Islands, a place bizarre and unknown as it is. It was no wonder the criminal chose Rabbitjuice for his getaway scheme.

White wasn?t as pleased to go to such an uncanny setting, but his job insisted and he was starved for the cash. Besides, a little vacation to some tropical isle would do him some good. He was slightly stressed and needed a little change of scenery from the cement blocks we call the skyscrapers of New York City.

White?s character happened to be of a very professional type, always thinking of what?s best for his clients. It wasn?t until an old woman who was rather fond of cats called him about the kidnapping?or ?catnapping??that he agreed to go on the case. He?d never heard of such a strange fetish for cats and carpets, but he?d go along with it just the same. He is always very timid and quiet. He does not speak if talking is frivolous. He also rarely leaves New York. That?s why this case is so intriguing.

Bags packed and car warmed up, he set off from the gloomy November weather of New York City. He squinted his eyes as the rain invaded them. Oh, how it rained far too often where he lived. He choked down a quick bagel and some coffee and pulled out of his parking spot in front of his retro apartment. He waved goodbye to his neighbors who just sat on their balconies reading the paper and griping about the kids playing baseball in the street. They still do that?

Turns out the city wasn?t all that lively around his neighborhood at this time. Normally you?d think it would be, but the atmosphere was shrouded with melancholy connotations. White wasn?t in such a gitty mood himself. He had a rather unconformable stomach cramp from his breakfast and the coffee didn?t accompany it so well. In fact, he didn?t know if he could make it to the airport without spilling it on the sidewalk. Nevertheless, he did.

His stomach began to settle once he gave the woman his ticket and got on the plane. The seat in Coach was comfy, but he?d prefer to ride First Class. But then again, his salary didn?t exactly cover Coach either. He decided before the plane took off he?d get into his briefcase and check the papers on the Criminal of Rabbitjuice Village. The information given to him by the local police wasn?t exactly helpful. It was nothing, but nonsense and mismatched clues that lead him nowhere. He had a feeling this would take a while.

The plane started to lift off when he got to the papers supplied by the other policemen of New York. The ?Carpet Cat Burglar,? as White grew to call him, appeared to have struck more than fifty times throughout the city and twice in Rhode Island. He was nuts, but crafty enough to slip out of the hands of all the authorities around the area. The thought of why he would steal cats and carpets repeatedly questioned him in his head until it became annoyingly redundant that he dismissed it for the time being. He searched for the information on Rabbitjuice instead.

Turned out that the town was famous for its oddities. This, for some reason, did not excite Bernard. He read further into the supplied information and learned that it was also quite popular for the uncanny names given to the foods, cultures, and other such things, but the people themselves grew to have the most bizarre names too. One family was even called the Forklollies. But this also came as no surprise to White, for the town was called Rabbitjuice after all. Though, he was slightly curious.

Soon he grew weary and took a nap. He insisted he?d only take a short one. ?Bernard White,? he said, ?you are only going to snooze for a few winks. Any more and you?ll be fumbling with papers in a taxi on the way to Rabbitjuice. You don?t want that, do you?? He shook his head as if answering himself and then bundled up his jacket for a pillow and fell fast asleep.

Perhaps White didn?t set his biological clock right, for he woke just as the island of Towercandle materialized from the clouds below. He groaned and cursed himself for sleeping too long. He was also a bit amazed he could sleep so many hours on a plane. Around twenty minutes later, the plane was landed and he was walking down the tunnel towards the airport that connected the plane to the building. Since he was a newcomer to Rabbitjuice, he had a family hired. He wasn?t sure whom he had hired since someone else did it for him, but the person who did the job assured White that this family was the best choice out of Rabbitjuice. He was even to live with them.

He thought it quaint to be living with another family for a while. He was just hoping he got his own room or at least an office to do his studies. He also promised himself peace while he worked and he didn?t mean to break his promise. He stepped into the terminal and took in the fresh air of an airport. He liked the smell. He wasn?t sure why.

He walked around the seats until he could spot the family holding the sign that says ?Detective White.? The airport seemed normal and none of the names were unusual like Forklollies or Ninnycompins. Nothing like that, no. The people were normal too. He hadn?t spotted one employee with a nametag that bared a remarkable calling. He was pleased. Maybe the papers were false that he received.

That?s when he spotted the sign with a family. The tallest man of the group who was holding the sign was the first to walk to White and shake hands with him. ?Hello,? Bernard said politely. ?I?m Detective Bernard White.?

The man gave a toothy grin. ?Woah-har, Dertecteeve. We?re the Nibbletops.?

For some reason, Bernard felt a tad disappointed and groaned.

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I wanted Chapter One to be short. It's mostly to get the story started. The real fun will begin in chapter two >:^D