Actions and Reactions
(or: How to Make Friends and Run Into People)
by Hallan Mirayas
I came around the corner in a skid, leaving claw marks on the
streetlamp Id used to tighten my turn and keep from winding up on my
scrawny, lightweight leonine butt. Looking quickly over my shoulder as I
continued running, I hoped my pursuers wouldnt notice the marks. Another
fight with those bullies, and I could wind up in real trouble.
High school is never easy. Gather any large group of teenagers
together, and youll wind up with a fight. High school bullies latch onto
differences like sharks on blood. Thats where I come in. I was never very
popular, but when SCABS gave me a fur coat and the rest for Christmas, well,
I might as well have hung a bulls-eye around my neck. Of course, feline
reflexes and claws help, but they get you in a lot of trouble, too.
Especially the claws. People turn a blind eye to a bully beating on a kid,
but wave claws around and out of the woodwork they come, ranting and raving
about dangerous weapons in the schools. Idiots. Never mind that I didnt
ask for them (although they are pretty handy in a pinch), or that theyre
part and parcel of my fingers now. Ive even heard there are some people
demanding that I be declawed! Not likely.
The look back had taken me about five steps. On the sixth, I turned my
head back just in time to run into a gray wall. At least, thats what it
felt like at the moment, though the fact that it went tumbling with a yelp
when our legs tangled said otherwise. Ow! I said, somewhat less than
coherently, as I landed in a face-first sprawl, seeing stars as pain
blossomed in my nose.
Hey! Why dont you watch where youre going? came the angry voice of
my wall as I picked myself up off the ground. The voice softened a bit as
the tirade cut off with, Oh, dear, youre bleeding. I was? My hand went
to my nose and came away red. I was. That would explain why it hurt so
much. Canine-padded hands helped me to my feet, belonging to a
sturdy-looking wolfmorph SCAB. Cmon inside, he said, leading me toward a
doorway off the street. Well get you cleaned up quick. I read the sign
hanging beside the door as I passed it. The Blind Pig Gin Mill? Great.
A bar. Oh, well; any port in a storm.
By the way, what is your name, sir lion? asked my escort as he pushed
open the door. I mustve misheard him earlier, because there was definitely
a weird British, no, Shakespearean, accent to his voice now. Odd. Ask
later, fix nose first.
Harri- Hallan. Call me Hallan. At his curious look, I fingered my
scrawny scruff of a mane and explained wryly, I really dont like Harry,
I understand completely. Call me Wanderer. Everyone else does," he
said with a lopsided smile. "And the big fellow with the horns and the mop
coming over is Donnie, the owner and bartender of this fine establishment."
I looked over where he directed. Geez, their bartender's huge! was the
first thought through my mind... followed closely by the realization I was
dripping blood on the floor. "Oops, sorry." He didn't say anything, just
pointed out the bathroom and started mopping the floor. I went meekly.
Wanderer went back out the door, saying he'd be right back with the bookbag
I dropped when I ran into him. Mental note: thank the wolf. Homework may
be a pain, but its for a grade.
The bathroom was surprisingly elaborate for a bar, at least as far as
Id ever thought one would be. Why do they need a bathtub in a bar
bathroom? Setting that aside for the moment, I turned my attention to the
mirror and sinks, using some wet paper towels to try to stop the bleeding as
best I could. Behind me the door opened and a guy came in with an icepack
and a bundle of white cloth in his hand. Are you okay in here? Wanderer
said you took a pretty nasty spill out there, he asked as he handed me the
I accepted the icepack with a grateful nod. Yeah, Ib okay. Just
have to get this stopped first. Gibbe a secodd? Icepack to the back of
the neck, just like Mom taught you. Slows the blood flow to the nose, stops
the bleeding faster. Keep the head forward so youre not swallowing blood.
One of the many perks of having a nurse for a mother is a rather intimate
knowledge of first aid. While I did that, I took a closer look at my
visitor. Raccood ears, eh? Cool. My names Hallan. Id offer you a
hadd, but theyre both kinda busy right now. Sorry if Ib a little hard to
udderstand right now; its a little hard to talk aroudd a bloody dose add a
budch of towels.
The raccoon-eared man smiled. "Not a problem. My names Brian Coe.
He unfolded the bundle of cloth into a t-shirt and a bottle of
extra-strength spray disinfectant. Donnie sends these with his regards and
wants you to make sure you spray out the sink when youre done, okay?
I wondered what the t-shirt was for until I looked down and noticed
that mine was spotted with blood. Okay. Do probleb. Thanks. He set the
items down on the counter nearby, and then left so I could change. Nice
people here, I thought to myself as I checked to see if the bleeding had
stopped. Good. It had. Wash out the sink, clean yourself up, change into
the t-shirt, and call home. Sounds like a plan, fuzzball.
A few minutes and several wet paper towels later, I deemed myself
presentable for public appearance again, cleaned up the mess, and headed
back out into the bar. Looking around, I spotted Donnie (not a hard task)
and went over to ask if I could borrow the phone to call home. I usually
take the bus, but He nodded and smiled in an understanding, fatherly kind
of way, and gestured down the bar to a phone. Thanks. A quick punch of
some phone card numbers later, I was calling home.
Hi, Mom. Its me.
Harry? Are you all right? Where are you?
Yeah, Im okay. Eric tried to pick another fight after school, so I
missed the bus. Im at a bar down on I looked over at Donnie, but a lady
nearby chimed in with the address instead, which I relayed. Can you come
pick me up? After reassuring her that I was fine, that the people at the
bar were treating me nicely, and that yes, Id work on homework until she
arrived, I said goodbye and hung up the phone. Is there a table where I
can- I started to ask, but Donnie beat me to it, pointing out a booth off
to the side which already had my bookbag sitting waiting for me. I
chuckled. Thanks. He nodded, his hands coming up to make a quick gesture
that I recognized as sign language. I thought it meant youre welcome but
it had been years since Id taken any sign language. I signed it back, just
to be sure, saying, Youre welcome? He nodded with a smile, and I smiled
back. Hmm while Im up here, how much is a Coke?
Drink in hand, I headed for the booth he pointed out, detouring around
a pool table where a female wolfmorph and a lizard guy who looked like hed
stepped out of that old movie, Jurassic Park, were setting up a game.
Their game had a lot of spectators, including a group of lupine guys who
watched almost religiously. I watched curiously for a few moments, then sat
down and started laying out my math, planning to get a good amount of it
polished off before Mom arrived. That ambition lasted all of a minute.
Then my ears picked up the clack of pool balls, followed closely by the
distinctive thunk of a ball going into the pocket. My curiosity aroused,
I looked up as the she-wolf bent to line up her next shot
Having trouble with your homework? Wanderer asked as he arrived at
my booth a minute or so later. Youve been staring at that same page for
about two minutes without writing anything. Okay, so maybe it was more
than a minute or so. Is something wrong?
I looked up rather sheepishly as the wolf slid into the booth across
from me, looking concerned. I nodded my head slightly towards the pool game
as I whispered, Ummm does she know that her shirt falls open every time
she leans over to take a shot?
I have no idea, Wanderer whispered in reply, his eyes fixed in the
direction of the pool table. Nobodys been fool enough to ask. A smile
tugged gently at the corner of his muzzle.
I nodded, thinking about that for a minute. Hey, wait a minute, does
that mean this happens often? I glanced over at Wanderer across the table,
opening my mouth to ask, but his eyes were reflecting black lace and little
else. I was just about to ask him anyway when a cheetah-morph came up to
our booth, placing himself between Wanderer and the pool table, much to
Wanderers consternation. Sorry to interrupt your viewing pleasure,
Wanderer, but weve got practice in five. He gestured with a thumb at me
as the wolf scowled, and asked, Whos the new guy?
I believe the leonine gentleman introduced himself as Hallan.
The cheetah got an unfocused look on his face for a moment, then asked,
That was the inspiration, yes, I replied, then chuckled as Wanderer
looked at us both uncomprehendingly. An old sci-fi character. And you
would be? Since the cheetah made no effort to do so, I put out my hand for
My names Jubatus, he replied, grasping my wrist, not my hand
finally, someone who recognizes what a handshake can do to retractile claws!
If you stick around, itll be interesting to see which of us can
out-obscure the other. Then, to Wanderer: Five minutes. And he left us.
I really must apologize for his abruptness, Wanderer said
diffidently. Unfortunately, Jubatus virtues have never included mastery
of the social graces.
Dont worry about it. Youll be late for practice. I smiled.
Thanks for your help, Wanderer. Thanks a lot.
You are most welcome, dear lion. Until we meet again, although I
trust our next meeting shall be at a somewhat lower velocity? he said with
a grin, before heading off into the crowd.
A few math problems later, approaching motion from the corner of my eye
drew my attention to a large white rabbit hopping over. Good afternoon,
newcomer. Mind if I join you? he asked.
I couldnt resist a smile. Which was probably not that smart,
considering my smile is a lot toothier than it used to be. I toned it down,
but couldnt quite get rid of it as I replied, Sure, but if I see a young
British girl come in the door looking for you, Im leaving.
My new companion blinked, then rolled his eyes as he introduced himself
and hop-wriggled his way into the booth. Im Phil, and you must be Hallan.
If I didnt know better, Id ask if you and Jubatus were related. He
likes obscure references, too.
Sorry, I apologized unrepentantly as I moved my books aside. You
have to admit, though it is kind of hard to resist an Alice in
Wonderland quip when a big white rabbit comes strolling up to you. I
paused as Donnie set a pewter paw cup before my newest acquaintance, and
chuckled. Hare Restorer, I read aloud from the side of the mug.
Watching him fit his paws into the handle-mitts, I remarked, That must be
specifically yours it fits. At his arched eyebrow, I explained. Ive
seen a couple generic ones around school. They slop all over the place.
Id almost rather drink from a bowl.
Youve used them before?
I held up my five-fingered hand. No, I was pretty lucky when it came
to the SCABS shuffle. I got enough of the looks to be obvious, but not much
more than that. If I work at it, I can do a passable lions roar, but Ill
be feeling it for a day or so after. I shook my head ruefully, rubbing my
throat in memory of the times Id done it before, then returned to the
subject at hand. Ive seen them used by a couple of the other SCABS at
school. After the first few times, everyone brings straws if they can get
their hands on them. But, like I said, this one fits.
Phil nodded. It was a very thoughtful gift, even if it was anonymous.
The generic ones are rather heavy for me. He took a drink from his cup,
then changed the subject. If I may ask, what were you running from today
that you ran into Wanderer?
Theres a couple of bullies that are trying to get me kicked out of
school. I flexed out my claws for display, scowling. Im told that if I
get in another fight with these, Ill be suspended. Never mind that Im not
the one that starts the fights. Dangerous weapons in school, and such
garbage. If it werent for that, theyd stay well away from me, because
they know Id thrash them otherwise. I let my claws retract. Have to
figure out some way to hit them without using my hands. Punching with
retractile claws hurts.
Phil looked like was about to reply when I noticed someone come in the
door that made my eyes widen and my ears flatten back with a mumbled
yikes. Boy, am I glad I ran into Wanderer Phil tilted his head
slightly, then turned and looked. Beyond was a quadrupedal stag SCAB with a
set of large, branched, pointy antlers. Two words: Shish. Kabob. We
I thought a moment, remembering something Id wanted to ask. Why does
Wanderer talk with that accent?
A few minutes and an explanation later, which boiled down to a shrug
and a because he likes it, Donnie came over and tapped me on the shoulder,
pointing to the door and signing something. My what is here? Oh, my ride.
Thank you, Donnie. I started gathering my homework, and paused to look
around for Wanderer. I asked Phil where hed gone.
Hes off to singing practice, but Ill let him know you said goodbye.
Stop in again sometime. I thanked the rabbit, then slid out of the booth
and headed for the door, detouring around the many, varied patrons along the
way. The Blind Pig, huh? Ill definitely have to come here again.
Copyright 2001 by Hallan Mirayas. If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask for permission first. Thank you.
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