Meeting the Old ManMeeting the Old Man by MiniFearling
"I'm back!" Ozzy shouted as he slammed the front door. He looked through the pile of mail in his arms. "Trash, trash, trash, trash, letter." He seemed surprised to find anything but ads. "Letter for La Muerte Roja," Ozzy read. He dropped the letter onto the book Thrax was reading and turned on the TV.
Thrax opened the letter as Ozzy flicked through the channels. He ended up on a channel that played music videos. He made a face in disgust. "Miley Virus would you please put that tongue back in your mouth! No one wants to see that!" Thrax walked over to the couch where Ozzy was sitting. "Look at the way she's dancin'! Nasty!"
"Jones," Thrax began, "we need to talk."
The cell turned off the TV. "Well that's never good." The virus sat down next to him; he looked exhausted, as if reading the letter was bad enough.
"My old man's comin' into town." Thrax said, annoyed.
Ozzy looked alarmed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Is he gonna try and take down Frank?!"
"No, he's visiting." In Thrax's mind, visiting
Give me FeverGive me Fever by MiniFearling
Ozzy and Drix just finished the last part of the obstacle course. Ever since Thrax tried to kill Frank, twice a year members of the police force were forced to go through a grueling fitness test to make sure they were prepared. Before the obstacle course they were forced to do large sets of pushups and situps, and were now given a short break before running laps.
"I hate this spit!" Ozzy complained as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It is a necessary evil," Drix panted. It was then that he noticed a car pull up along side the fence. "Jones, isn't that your car?"
"Are you serious? Again!" Ozzy sighed. "I'll be right back."
He started walking over to the car. "Hey Jones! That your girl? How's a cell like you gettin' any action?" One of his friends teased.
"Y'all are just jealous cause your dividing with yourselves." Ozzy replied. When he was a few feet away from the fence he shouted, "Stop breaking into my car!"
"Don't think of it as breaking in, baby." Thrax said. "Think of it as
Let Me Work!Let Me Work! by MiniFearling
Ozzy was writing a report on the computer at his desk, when the phone rang. He groaned. "What's wrong?" Drix asked.
"I already know who's calling, and they ain't gonna let me work." He picked up the phone. "Hey Red," Jones avoided using Thrax's name at work; if people found out they were together (not to mention that Thrax was still alive), things would end badly.
"Hi baby," the virus responded. "What're you doing?"
Ozzy tried focusing on the words he was typing. "Trying to work. Call me later."
"Or you could come home and we could have some fun." Ozzy could hear the smile in his voice.
The cell rolled his eyes. "Can't. Some people have jobs."
"I do have a job!" Thrax shouted into the speaker.
"Not a respectable one." Ozzy stared at the screen; his report was going nowhere. "Look, I'll be home in a few hours, then we'll hang out." He could practically hear Thrax's glare.
"Hey Jones!" A co-worker called. "Who you talkin' to? You got a girl?"
If only he knew, Ozzy thought.
|OK, this is the most crucial part about fanclubs: the ground rules. So pay attention or I am going to go on a all out Smite-the-wicked, Shoot-to-kill mission, OK?|
#1: MUST BE A THRAX/OZZY FAN (fans of anyone other than Thrax/Ozzy will not be entertained)
#2: When submitting your art to us, MUST BE OF THRAX/OZZY PAIRINGS (or hints of it) ONLY
#3: Flames and vulgar comments on Thrax/Ozzy pairings not encouraged (for you will be shot)
#4: When suggesting favs, ONLY THRAX/OZZY PAIRINGS (or hints of it) are allowed. We wanna keep in tune with the genre here
#5: Feel free to draw your Thrax/Ozzy pairings in any way you like, suggestive or blatant or whatever, as long as you keep within the dA censorship rulez
#6: Mpreg drawings are welcomed, but only if the spawn/hybrid is the result of THRAX/OZZY
Well, these are the ground rules I can think of so far, more will be added if I think is appropriate. Other than that, have a blast, everyone!
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