<span style="font-weight: bold">LA Moulin Rouge Red light district </span><br/><br/>Zacharias Maynard was just a dog. Well, an anthromorphic dog. Dressed in a double striped shirt with arm warmers. He had mid length hair and a punk styled fringe. With his expression and mood about him, he came across as more ‘emo’ than punk, however.<br/><br/>He was standing there. Leaning against the wall of a club. Folding his arms and containing the expression which could beg the question as to whether anyone could look even more bored than what he was right now.<br/><br/>“Hey sugar… puppy dog…” a woman dressed to the nines came up to him, and scratched him under the chin. Zach pulled his head away and scrunched his face. One of the few changes of expression he had made that night.<br/><br/>The prostitute was wearing a very suggestive outfit. Namely a very skimpy black bikini set with fish net stockings. Plus bunny rabbit ears on her head.<br/><br/>She would’ve come across half as sensual as she thought she was if she wasn’t precariously flopping around with those 6 inch stilettos and alcohol influence.<br/><br/>“My bite is worse than my bark ma’am,” Zach warned her “can I help you?”<br/><br/>“Why the long face bow-wow?” the woman cooed, feigning a sense of hurt “what you doing here all alone? Need some attention?”<br/><br/>“Er…. No.” Zach replied bluntly.<br/><br/>This was cheap. How could anyone wear what she’s wearing, talk how she is talking and think it’s ok?<br/><br/>“Well… you’re ungrateful!” she said putting her hands on her hips as she straightened her back. Accentuating her height above the anthromorphic dog “do you swing the other way? Or are you just a neeeerd?” she drawled.<br/><br/>“Probs the latter,” Zach shrugged. Continuing to keep his arms folded.<br/><br/>“What are you doing here then, Nerd?!” she spat. Upset that she wasn’t able to seduce this guy.<br/><br/>“I’m tonight’s bouncer ma’am,” Zach replied morbidly “do you have permit or were you just passing by?”<br/><br/>The woman clumsily fumbled through her purse. Then tried to check her pockets- except it took her a while to realise that with her current attire, there weren’t any. Zach shook his head whilst the lady cursed and tutted under her breath.<br/><br/>“Great! Just great…!” she turned around and bit her lower lip as she faced Zach “oh my god, I can’t find it!”<br/><br/>“Well…” Zach rolled his eyes and exhaled. Exasperated.<br/><br/>“…then I can’t let you in lady. No permit, no entry.”<br/><br/>The lady started stamping her heels and calling Zach all sorts of obscene things under the sun. Though his current dead pan expression almost had away of deflecting all stroppy words that were hurled at him.<br/><br/>“What kind of a job is this for your anyway you inbred?! Doesn’t even look like you belong here nerd! Do you even lift?!”<br/><br/>“It’s a job lady,” Zach sighed “I have my ways of keeping people in line which doesn’t require brute and strength.” He said, pulling out an electrical tazer which made the lady step back somewhat.<br/><br/>“You’re sick!!!” she screamed, turning around on her stilettos and waddled off like a duck. To add to the anti climax, she almost stumbled again. Luckily there was a nearby bunny man who caught her and asked if she was ‘ok’?<br/><br/>Zach could hear the echoes of her voice within the dark streets go on an angry rant. Obscene names thrown out about him again whilst she constantly threw dirty looks at him.<br/><br/>The bouncer dog simply sighed as the new found couple cracked a joke about him then walked away into the night and the alley ways.<br/>Good riddance to them. If they knew what was good for them, they’d go home.<br/><br/>This job sucked.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Florist</span><br/><br/>“...what is that horrendous smell?” was the last question Athena had heard. Except given her current state of mind, she didn’t quite register nor answer it.<br/><br/>The female fennec fox was startled and still in shock. All composure and professionalism she had learnt as a cop in the force thrown completely out of the window.<br/><br/>At this point she had no words. Trying to recall everything that had just passed and the current moment she was in.<br/><br/>She had been running and running. The labyrinth of alleys, street lamps, darkness and within the streets making it feel like she was going through loopholes.<br/><br/>Finally she had found the florist where Declan had originally run off. Knocking and bashing her knuckles against the façade like she had there was no going back. Like she was begging for sanctuary from whatever was chasing her.<br/><br/>Someone answered. Someone that didn’t seem to pose a threat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thank God </span><br/><br/>She appeared to be a half human girl and half panda.<br/><br/>“Do you live here?!” was the first question that leapt out of Athena’s throat. Obviously a stupid one seeing as the girl was still in her pajamas and looked somewhat irritable at having someone disturb her nap.<br/><br/>“Yes I…”<br/><br/>“Where’s Declan?! Oh my god!! You saw a silver fox come by here tonight, right???” Athena interjected. Questions flung all over the place in attempt to stop assuming things the girl probably didn’t know.<br/><br/>“Yes there was a male fox that stopped by here earlier, actually,” Olive answered calmly. Secretly her heart sank as she put two and two together. She also remembered the ID he presented and who he wanted the flowers made out to.<br/><br/>“You must be Athena,” Olive added “he appeared to be in a hurry and left as soon as he made his purchase.”<br/><br/>“Oh no…” Athena said in a hoarse whisper. About to cover her mouth as she stared into space but retracted her hand as she realised it was still covered in blood.<br/><br/>She then realised her current look wasn’t a good one. Olive looked at her and tilted her head to one side dubiously.<br/><br/>“It’s not what it looks like…” Athena tried to explain “look, I’m a cop and had just investigated a crime scene. Except I think I was being followed…”<br/><br/>“I have to know where Declan is. Where is he?” Athena demanded. Beginning to stress out.