Silversrider's and My story with Juarez and Silvy. Originally on Fanficion, but now posted here as well.
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Base Q
"Next!" calls the guard. Juarez looks up and sees that it is his turn. He walks up and takes the mug-shot number from the guard and stands on the little black X. He looks at the camera with a smirk. And then right before the click he sticks his tongue out at the camera. The guard looks at the mug-shot and sighs with a frown. "Mr. Juarez Remarque Mateo, please cease the shenanigans and make a straight face." Juarez sighs.
"Whatever." He looks once again at the camera and grins a huge, fake smile. "Is this better, señor?" The guard glares at him, clearly unamused.
"No, it's not."
"Oh, I'm so sorry then, señor." Juarez rolls his eyes and makes his starting smirk once again. The guard takes the picture for the third time.
"Now turn." Juarez grins and turns all the way around and wags his little tail at the camera.
"Like this, señor?" He hears the guard face-flipper in frustration.
"No. I meant a half turn, so I can take a side-shot. You know the drill, Mr. Mateo, you've been through this all before." Juarez turns with a laugh to his side.
"I know I have, señor. Why else would I do this if I had not?" The guard ignores this and takes another picture.
"Now the other side." Juarez turns with a sigh. The guard takes another picture. "Next!" Juarez does not move for the next person, which there wasn't. "Mr. Mateo, move it." Juarez shakes his head.
"No. Not until I get a copy of my pictures for my collection." Juarez grins. The guard growls in frustration, but does it and gives Juarez a copy of all five pictures. "Gracias, señor." Juarez takes the pictures and moves on to the next station where another guard grabs his flippers, puts them behind his back, and escorts him to his cell. The guard opens the bared cell door and then shoves Juarez in.
"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard says. Juarez looks at him.
"Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." The guard then walks away leaving Juarez alone with his thoughts in the cell. Juarez looks around the cell, inside there is a small bunk, a toilet, and a mirror. A single naked bulb hangs from the ceiling barely illuminating anything. The walls are a dark, dismal gray and the floor and ceiling the same.
He waddles over to the bunk and sits down on it. He looks out his cell door making sure that there was no one watching, he then whips out a knife from a hidden sheath. "It's amazing what one can sneak through a metal detector." He says grinning as he tilts the blade in the moonlight coming in from the barred window. The silver blade gleams. Juarez pulls out a cloth and polishes it and looks at its hilt. The knife's hilt is the color of fresh blood with a yellow topaz star on the end and emerald etchings on the sides. He runs his flipper along the blade testing the sharpness and nods at the results.
"It's just you and me, Lady Venganza." He puts the knife back in its sheath. "You and me against the world."
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The female penguin softly touches the cold, stone walls of her environment. She never liked prisons, but she always liked interesting penguins. Bad penguins, you could call them bad boys, but she liked good penguins too. Those who fight the bad boys, stayed at the right side of the road. To be honest, she could never make up her mind, she could never choose between good or bad... She just liked strong, handsome and brave penguins. Was that so wrong?
She softly sang a little song through her shiny beak. "Have you forgotten, everything that I wanted? Do you forget it now? You never got It, do you get it now? I won't be forgotten." But She never sang it with hatred, nor with sadness. No, she sang it happily, with every step she took, tapping her flipper against the wall, in the exact rhythm of the song she was singing. Every now and then, she tapped her flipper upon a steel door.
Her purple bow happily jumped on the rhythm of her steps. Her feathers were shiny, just like her blue-grayish colored eyes. She's a model of happiness, full of life and full of joy. She walks further with a little skip in her step.
But still, 'Silvy' Silvia Garrison is looking for something fun to do. She couldn't help it, she was bored quite easily. Her last boyfriend ran away from her two weeks ago, screaming that she was crazy. She never thought of herself as crazy, just as different. If she had to believe her dad, she was a lot like her mom, always looking for a new addiction, all the time. Her mom left the family years ago, leaving her husband and her daughter alone, for a random French guy. Her dad was most of the time at work. Silvy had learned to take care for herself, she had learned to amuse herself. But still, she could use some companionship.
She softly straightened her feathers when she counted her ex-boyfriends. She had waddled past three cells with criminals who she had dated already, while she only had dated two of the guards. She laughed when she thought about the last boyfriend she had. He had run away from her and she chased him with her dad's car to this very prison. She decided to pay him a visit, just to have a little fun. He would probably think that she was still a ghost… She laughed silently. Nothing was more fun than fooling and goofing around with people. At least it was in her mind.
She stopped in the middle of the way to look at a guard dragging a new prisoner in. The penguin didn't notice her, as he makes his remarks to the guard. She sees the new prisoner getting in the cell. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard backs down out of the cell. Juarez… She likes his name already. She waddled a little closer to the cell. "Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." Silvy gives a smile. His voice was smooth, but strong, perfect. He should be perfect. Spanish, she liked it, it sounded romantically. She waited for the guard to walk away and while she waddled towards the cell, before seeing that another guard stays guard for his cell. She laughs a little inside. Guards standing guard was one of the funniest jokes she had ever heard by… Him. She closes her eyes when she thinks about him. He was the one who forgot about her.
She stopped for Juarez's cell door and taps the guards shoulder and he turns towards her. "Sir, a prisoner is trying to break out in the West wing." She laughs when she sees him running away. It always gave her a fun time to play with the guards. She waddled towards the cell door and looks through the bars. A handsome male penguin is cleaning something that looks suspiciously much like a knife. "Since when are prisoners allowed to have a knife?"
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Base Q
"Next!" calls the guard. Juarez looks up and sees that it is his turn. He walks up and takes the mug-shot number from the guard and stands on the little black X. He looks at the camera with a smirk. And then right before the click he sticks his tongue out at the camera. The guard looks at the mug-shot and sighs with a frown. "Mr. Juarez Remarque Mateo, please cease the shenanigans and make a straight face." Juarez sighs.
"Whatever." He looks once again at the camera and grins a huge, fake smile. "Is this better, señor?" The guard glares at him, clearly unamused.
"No, it's not."
"Oh, I'm so sorry then, señor." Juarez rolls his eyes and makes his starting smirk once again. The guard takes the picture for the third time.
"Now turn." Juarez grins and turns all the way around and wags his little tail at the camera.
"Like this, señor?" He hears the guard face-flipper in frustration.
"No. I meant a half turn, so I can take a side-shot. You know the drill, Mr. Mateo, you've been through this all before." Juarez turns with a laugh to his side.
"I know I have, señor. Why else would I do this if I had not?" The guard ignores this and takes another picture.
"Now the other side." Juarez turns with a sigh. The guard takes another picture. "Next!" Juarez does not move for the next person, which there wasn't. "Mr. Mateo, move it." Juarez shakes his head.
"No. Not until I get a copy of my pictures for my collection." Juarez grins. The guard growls in frustration, but does it and gives Juarez a copy of all five pictures. "Gracias, señor." Juarez takes the pictures and moves on to the next station where another guard grabs his flippers, puts them behind his back, and escorts him to his cell. The guard opens the bared cell door and then shoves Juarez in.
"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard says. Juarez looks at him.
"Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." The guard then walks away leaving Juarez alone with his thoughts in the cell. Juarez looks around the cell, inside there is a small bunk, a toilet, and a mirror. A single naked bulb hangs from the ceiling barely illuminating anything. The walls are a dark, dismal gray and the floor and ceiling the same.
He waddles over to the bunk and sits down on it. He looks out his cell door making sure that there was no one watching, he then whips out a knife from a hidden sheath. "It's amazing what one can sneak through a metal detector." He says grinning as he tilts the blade in the moonlight coming in from the barred window. The silver blade gleams. Juarez pulls out a cloth and polishes it and looks at its hilt. The knife's hilt is the color of fresh blood with a yellow topaz star on the end and emerald etchings on the sides. He runs his flipper along the blade testing the sharpness and nods at the results.
"It's just you and me, Lady Venganza." He puts the knife back in its sheath. "You and me against the world."
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The female penguin softly touches the cold, stone walls of her environment. She never liked prisons, but she always liked interesting penguins. Bad penguins, you could call them bad boys, but she liked good penguins too. Those who fight the bad boys, stayed at the right side of the road. To be honest, she could never make up her mind, she could never choose between good or bad... She just liked strong, handsome and brave penguins. Was that so wrong?
She softly sang a little song through her shiny beak. "Have you forgotten, everything that I wanted? Do you forget it now? You never got It, do you get it now? I won't be forgotten." But She never sang it with hatred, nor with sadness. No, she sang it happily, with every step she took, tapping her flipper against the wall, in the exact rhythm of the song she was singing. Every now and then, she tapped her flipper upon a steel door.
Her purple bow happily jumped on the rhythm of her steps. Her feathers were shiny, just like her blue-grayish colored eyes. She's a model of happiness, full of life and full of joy. She walks further with a little skip in her step.
But still, 'Silvy' Silvia Garrison is looking for something fun to do. She couldn't help it, she was bored quite easily. Her last boyfriend ran away from her two weeks ago, screaming that she was crazy. She never thought of herself as crazy, just as different. If she had to believe her dad, she was a lot like her mom, always looking for a new addiction, all the time. Her mom left the family years ago, leaving her husband and her daughter alone, for a random French guy. Her dad was most of the time at work. Silvy had learned to take care for herself, she had learned to amuse herself. But still, she could use some companionship.
She softly straightened her feathers when she counted her ex-boyfriends. She had waddled past three cells with criminals who she had dated already, while she only had dated two of the guards. She laughed when she thought about the last boyfriend she had. He had run away from her and she chased him with her dad's car to this very prison. She decided to pay him a visit, just to have a little fun. He would probably think that she was still a ghost… She laughed silently. Nothing was more fun than fooling and goofing around with people. At least it was in her mind.
She stopped in the middle of the way to look at a guard dragging a new prisoner in. The penguin didn't notice her, as he makes his remarks to the guard. She sees the new prisoner getting in the cell. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard backs down out of the cell. Juarez… She likes his name already. She waddled a little closer to the cell. "Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." Silvy gives a smile. His voice was smooth, but strong, perfect. He should be perfect. Spanish, she liked it, it sounded romantically. She waited for the guard to walk away and while she waddled towards the cell, before seeing that another guard stays guard for his cell. She laughs a little inside. Guards standing guard was one of the funniest jokes she had ever heard by… Him. She closes her eyes when she thinks about him. He was the one who forgot about her.
She stopped for Juarez's cell door and taps the guards shoulder and he turns towards her. "Sir, a prisoner is trying to break out in the West wing." She laughs when she sees him running away. It always gave her a fun time to play with the guards. She waddled towards the cell door and looks through the bars. A handsome male penguin is cleaning something that looks suspiciously much like a knife. "Since when are prisoners allowed to have a knife?"
Silversrider's and My story with Juarez and Silvy. Originally on Fanficion, but now posted here as well.
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Base Q
"Next!" calls the guard. Juarez looks up and sees that it is his turn. He walks up and takes the mug-shot number from the guard and stands on the little black X. He looks at the camera with a smirk. And then right before the click he sticks his tongue out at the camera. The guard looks at the mug-shot and sighs with a frown. "Mr. Juarez Remarque Mateo, please cease the shenanigans and make a straight face." Juarez sighs.
"Whatever." He looks once again at the camera and grins a huge, fake smile. "Is this better, señor?" The guard glares at him, clearly unamused.
"No, it's not."
"Oh, I'm so sorry then, señor." Juarez rolls his eyes and makes his starting smirk once again. The guard takes the picture for the third time.
"Now turn." Juarez grins and turns all the way around and wags his little tail at the camera.
"Like this, señor?" He hears the guard face-flipper in frustration.
"No. I meant a half turn, so I can take a side-shot. You know the drill, Mr. Mateo, you've been through this all before." Juarez turns with a laugh to his side.
"I know I have, señor. Why else would I do this if I had not?" The guard ignores this and takes another picture.
"Now the other side." Juarez turns with a sigh. The guard takes another picture. "Next!" Juarez does not move for the next person, which there wasn't. "Mr. Mateo, move it." Juarez shakes his head.
"No. Not until I get a copy of my pictures for my collection." Juarez grins. The guard growls in frustration, but does it and gives Juarez a copy of all five pictures. "Gracias, señor." Juarez takes the pictures and moves on to the next station where another guard grabs his flippers, puts them behind his back, and escorts him to his cell. The guard opens the bared cell door and then shoves Juarez in.
"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard says. Juarez looks at him.
"Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." The guard then walks away leaving Juarez alone with his thoughts in the cell. Juarez looks around the cell, inside there is a small bunk, a toilet, and a mirror. A single naked bulb hangs from the ceiling barely illuminating anything. The walls are a dark, dismal gray and the floor and ceiling the same.
He waddles over to the bunk and sits down on it. He looks out his cell door making sure that there was no one watching, he then whips out a knife from a hidden sheath. "It's amazing what one can sneak through a metal detector." He says grinning as he tilts the blade in the moonlight coming in from the barred window. The silver blade gleams. Juarez pulls out a cloth and polishes it and looks at its hilt. The knife's hilt is the color of fresh blood with a yellow topaz star on the end and emerald etchings on the sides. He runs his flipper along the blade testing the sharpness and nods at the results.
"It's just you and me, Lady Venganza." He puts the knife back in its sheath. "You and me against the world."
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The female penguin softly touches the cold, stone walls of her environment. She never liked prisons, but she always liked interesting penguins. Bad penguins, you could call them bad boys, but she liked good penguins too. Those who fight the bad boys, stayed at the right side of the road. To be honest, she could never make up her mind, she could never choose between good or bad... She just liked strong, handsome and brave penguins. Was that so wrong?
She softly sang a little song through her shiny beak. "Have you forgotten, everything that I wanted? Do you forget it now? You never got It, do you get it now? I won't be forgotten." But She never sang it with hatred, nor with sadness. No, she sang it happily, with every step she took, tapping her flipper against the wall, in the exact rhythm of the song she was singing. Every now and then, she tapped her flipper upon a steel door.
Her purple bow happily jumped on the rhythm of her steps. Her feathers were shiny, just like her blue-grayish colored eyes. She's a model of happiness, full of life and full of joy. She walks further with a little skip in her step.
But still, 'Silvy' Silvia Garrison is looking for something fun to do. She couldn't help it, she was bored quite easily. Her last boyfriend ran away from her two weeks ago, screaming that she was crazy. She never thought of herself as crazy, just as different. If she had to believe her dad, she was a lot like her mom, always looking for a new addiction, all the time. Her mom left the family years ago, leaving her husband and her daughter alone, for a random French guy. Her dad was most of the time at work. Silvy had learned to take care for herself, she had learned to amuse herself. But still, she could use some companionship.
She softly straightened her feathers when she counted her ex-boyfriends. She had waddled past three cells with criminals who she had dated already, while she only had dated two of the guards. She laughed when she thought about the last boyfriend she had. He had run away from her and she chased him with her dad's car to this very prison. She decided to pay him a visit, just to have a little fun. He would probably think that she was still a ghost… She laughed silently. Nothing was more fun than fooling and goofing around with people. At least it was in her mind.
She stopped in the middle of the way to look at a guard dragging a new prisoner in. The penguin didn't notice her, as he makes his remarks to the guard. She sees the new prisoner getting in the cell. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard backs down out of the cell. Juarez… She likes his name already. She waddled a little closer to the cell. "Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." Silvy gives a smile. His voice was smooth, but strong, perfect. He should be perfect. Spanish, she liked it, it sounded romantically. She waited for the guard to walk away and while she waddled towards the cell, before seeing that another guard stays guard for his cell. She laughs a little inside. Guards standing guard was one of the funniest jokes she had ever heard by… Him. She closes her eyes when she thinks about him. He was the one who forgot about her.
She stopped for Juarez's cell door and taps the guards shoulder and he turns towards her. "Sir, a prisoner is trying to break out in the West wing." She laughs when she sees him running away. It always gave her a fun time to play with the guards. She waddled towards the cell door and looks through the bars. A handsome male penguin is cleaning something that looks suspiciously much like a knife. "Since when are prisoners allowed to have a knife?"
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Base Q
"Next!" calls the guard. Juarez looks up and sees that it is his turn. He walks up and takes the mug-shot number from the guard and stands on the little black X. He looks at the camera with a smirk. And then right before the click he sticks his tongue out at the camera. The guard looks at the mug-shot and sighs with a frown. "Mr. Juarez Remarque Mateo, please cease the shenanigans and make a straight face." Juarez sighs.
"Whatever." He looks once again at the camera and grins a huge, fake smile. "Is this better, señor?" The guard glares at him, clearly unamused.
"No, it's not."
"Oh, I'm so sorry then, señor." Juarez rolls his eyes and makes his starting smirk once again. The guard takes the picture for the third time.
"Now turn." Juarez grins and turns all the way around and wags his little tail at the camera.
"Like this, señor?" He hears the guard face-flipper in frustration.
"No. I meant a half turn, so I can take a side-shot. You know the drill, Mr. Mateo, you've been through this all before." Juarez turns with a laugh to his side.
"I know I have, señor. Why else would I do this if I had not?" The guard ignores this and takes another picture.
"Now the other side." Juarez turns with a sigh. The guard takes another picture. "Next!" Juarez does not move for the next person, which there wasn't. "Mr. Mateo, move it." Juarez shakes his head.
"No. Not until I get a copy of my pictures for my collection." Juarez grins. The guard growls in frustration, but does it and gives Juarez a copy of all five pictures. "Gracias, señor." Juarez takes the pictures and moves on to the next station where another guard grabs his flippers, puts them behind his back, and escorts him to his cell. The guard opens the bared cell door and then shoves Juarez in.
"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard says. Juarez looks at him.
"Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." The guard then walks away leaving Juarez alone with his thoughts in the cell. Juarez looks around the cell, inside there is a small bunk, a toilet, and a mirror. A single naked bulb hangs from the ceiling barely illuminating anything. The walls are a dark, dismal gray and the floor and ceiling the same.
He waddles over to the bunk and sits down on it. He looks out his cell door making sure that there was no one watching, he then whips out a knife from a hidden sheath. "It's amazing what one can sneak through a metal detector." He says grinning as he tilts the blade in the moonlight coming in from the barred window. The silver blade gleams. Juarez pulls out a cloth and polishes it and looks at its hilt. The knife's hilt is the color of fresh blood with a yellow topaz star on the end and emerald etchings on the sides. He runs his flipper along the blade testing the sharpness and nods at the results.
"It's just you and me, Lady Venganza." He puts the knife back in its sheath. "You and me against the world."
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The female penguin softly touches the cold, stone walls of her environment. She never liked prisons, but she always liked interesting penguins. Bad penguins, you could call them bad boys, but she liked good penguins too. Those who fight the bad boys, stayed at the right side of the road. To be honest, she could never make up her mind, she could never choose between good or bad... She just liked strong, handsome and brave penguins. Was that so wrong?
She softly sang a little song through her shiny beak. "Have you forgotten, everything that I wanted? Do you forget it now? You never got It, do you get it now? I won't be forgotten." But She never sang it with hatred, nor with sadness. No, she sang it happily, with every step she took, tapping her flipper against the wall, in the exact rhythm of the song she was singing. Every now and then, she tapped her flipper upon a steel door.
Her purple bow happily jumped on the rhythm of her steps. Her feathers were shiny, just like her blue-grayish colored eyes. She's a model of happiness, full of life and full of joy. She walks further with a little skip in her step.
But still, 'Silvy' Silvia Garrison is looking for something fun to do. She couldn't help it, she was bored quite easily. Her last boyfriend ran away from her two weeks ago, screaming that she was crazy. She never thought of herself as crazy, just as different. If she had to believe her dad, she was a lot like her mom, always looking for a new addiction, all the time. Her mom left the family years ago, leaving her husband and her daughter alone, for a random French guy. Her dad was most of the time at work. Silvy had learned to take care for herself, she had learned to amuse herself. But still, she could use some companionship.
She softly straightened her feathers when she counted her ex-boyfriends. She had waddled past three cells with criminals who she had dated already, while she only had dated two of the guards. She laughed when she thought about the last boyfriend she had. He had run away from her and she chased him with her dad's car to this very prison. She decided to pay him a visit, just to have a little fun. He would probably think that she was still a ghost… She laughed silently. Nothing was more fun than fooling and goofing around with people. At least it was in her mind.
She stopped in the middle of the way to look at a guard dragging a new prisoner in. The penguin didn't notice her, as he makes his remarks to the guard. She sees the new prisoner getting in the cell. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Juarez. I hope you hate it." The guard backs down out of the cell. Juarez… She likes his name already. She waddled a little closer to the cell. "Oh, you need not to worry, mi amigo. I will." Silvy gives a smile. His voice was smooth, but strong, perfect. He should be perfect. Spanish, she liked it, it sounded romantically. She waited for the guard to walk away and while she waddled towards the cell, before seeing that another guard stays guard for his cell. She laughs a little inside. Guards standing guard was one of the funniest jokes she had ever heard by… Him. She closes her eyes when she thinks about him. He was the one who forgot about her.
She stopped for Juarez's cell door and taps the guards shoulder and he turns towards her. "Sir, a prisoner is trying to break out in the West wing." She laughs when she sees him running away. It always gave her a fun time to play with the guards. She waddled towards the cell door and looks through the bars. A handsome male penguin is cleaning something that looks suspiciously much like a knife. "Since when are prisoners allowed to have a knife?"
