The Glaring Journey (v.2.0) Open! A Literate RP

Giovanni laughed. "See, Alix? All of those toms will betray you anyways, so you might as well stick with me." He was still a threat, but not a serious one- he was grinning and laughing like he had just received a brilliant joke. He was having fun now- between all the romance he encountered there were the much more exciting adventure parts! The ones where he could really experiment with anything. For it never took him long to get bored.

(Alright, I'll start then)
The brown spotted tabby wasn't Giovanni- but he sure looked like it, other than his deeper voice and short height. He was, of course, Rabbit- the lowly servant of the aforementioned cat. He hated the costume he was in- not only did it case him to almost be lynched by a mob of angry she-cats, it was also highly uncomfortable, its rough stitching scraping and irritating the many scratches he had on him. He was tired, hungry, and extremely sore- and the fact the cats had chased him out of Maplewood park didn't help matters. He was just lurking around the alleyways around the park- waiting for his master to come back to him and end the nightmare he had gotten himself in- although if the rascal was killed, that'd be fine too. He scratched at a biting flea. "I have to get away from that hound of a master-" His words were cut off by seeing a blur of Giovanni whiz past in the park, which was across the street from where he was now- "There he goes now, the fool. Look at the indifference in his face," he said to nobody but himself. Yes, himself- the only friend of his that he could recall. But something else was in him- the desire to be Giovanni. While he did hate Giovanni for the more obvious reasons, he also hated him for something else- envy.

Red had been roaming the streets for quite some time now, not wanting to return to the abandoned nest. She had taken to her old abode in Cutthroat Corner, and had needed some time to think. Tonight the ginger shecat went down a new route, deciding to, as the younger cats say "spice things up a bit." By no means was Red old, but she didn't keep up with the times. A sigh escaped her lips as she continued walking. Looking up, she noticed an old friend, now turned foe. "Rabbit. What a pleasure surprise." She meowed nonchalantly.

Rabbit knew the disguise was wearing off now- he shook it off, revealing all the cuts and scratches he had, most of them still bleeding. "Just when I thought the day couldn't get worse- great, now I'll be ripped open as well," he mumbled to himself under his breath. By this point, he hated almost all company out of severe paranoia. He was visibly shaking. "Good afternoon, Red," he said in a less sardonic tone, backing away slowly. Sure, he still had feelings for Red- but those feelings were overshadowed by fear. His eyes glanced around for some method of escape, but it was apparent he was beginning to give up by now.

"I would- it's just- listen. Signore Giovanni and I are starved- I haven't eaten in seven days, he hasn't eaten in three. He swindled me into dressing up as each other, so while he's getting away with everything in my name, I'm off being almost murdered by a mob. I've almost gotten used to the scratches hurting already, though," he explained, cleaning a wound on his shoulder and scratching at yet another flea. "It's been rather rough for the both of us recently. I've been trying to quit being his servant, but I'm very easily bribed." Yes, it was that- but he had become bound to Giovanni- he had no idea how to live and fend for himself on his own, and freedom meant death.

Rabbit was obviously caught off-guard by her initial response, but seemed to not be as scared as she went on. "He'd beat me up or even kill me if I were to get food without getting anything for him. And we can't find anything- either- we've seen what the poisoning does to cats. If it weren't for the poisoning, I'd definitely find something and hunt it."

Rabbit shook his head. "Freedom equals death for me- I only know the lifestyle of a servant, as I was never taught anything more. And there are far too many cats out there who'd kill me on sight- many cats are mad at me because of who I work for. Besides, I'd never be of any use anyway," he said in a rather pessimistic, bleak tone. He knew he was absolutely pathetic- a cat too afraid to do anything but follow around a lady-killing half-manchild half-unnerving threat like a child's old, worn pull toy. But by this point, he really didn't care all that much- he knew he would never amount to anything more than that

"Oh, just all the usual things a mate does- follow their beloveds around and hold them up like some kind of idol. As I said- nothing more and nothing less." Giovanni laughed a bit, although his throat was getting hoarse from laughing. This was simply how the game went- back and forth, constantly having respect from all different cats of all different kinds.

"I'm not that kind of mate- not all mates have kits, you know. I just like the respect and trust that goes along with the relationship," Giovanni continued to explain. "And on the bit that you don't love me- I know how to change opinions." He tilted his head. "Any more questions or concerns or whatnot?"

(Whoops I fell asleep.)

Red sighed and shook her head. "To think I once offered you freedom. How could you have rejected that for this lifestyle you have now?" The fierce she-cat was unusually calm, and sat with her tail curled around her legs. "You were offered a chance Rabbit, a chance to be free." Her voice was low, and she stared him in the eyes.

(Bump)

Giovanni lingered for a bit, biting his lower lip. "Unless I don't," he said, mumbling something under his breath afterward about what cat must have told her this. He would find a way to get her- he was sure of it.