Post by spencer heath charles on Sept 18, 2012 1:53:40 GMT
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Spencer had always hated traffic. Cars too. He hated traffic and cars. It wasn't so much what they were as the sound they made and how loud they were. Spencer found that they were too noisy for him. Too loud. Much too loud. It was mainly traffic jams he hated. They were noisier than anything else, he'd found. It wasn't just the roar of an engine then, it was the honking of car horns as they tried to get the car in front of them to move in addition to the occasional engine noise.
That was one of the things that Spencer hated the most which was why, as the jumpy man shuffled his way down one of the streets in order to get to his work place, Spencer flinched a little bit with each noise that came from the cars on the road next to him. It was mostly revving of engines, but he still found himself flinching a little. This earned a couple of odd looks from other people who were walking, but Spencer didn't notice. He was watching the pavement in order to stop his eyes darting around the area like they usually did around cars. He probably had a fear of them. Now that he thought about it for a moment, it seemed more likely than anything else. What was the fear of cars, anyway? Spencer had no idea, and so made a mental note to look it up later.
With his hands in his trouser pockets, Spencer's eyes remained turned down at the pavement. His lips were pressed tightly together to avoid any squeaks escaping him while the engines continued to startle him slightly. His heart was thudding somewhat uncomfortably in his chest and, in order to convince himself that there was no reason for the thudding, Spencer finally gave into the urge to look up. His eyes darted around his surroundings nervously as he stopped in front of a bakery - one that he'd been into once or twice - and his shoulders slipped down from the hunched position they'd been held in since he got to the road. A small smile curved his lips as he gave a slight laugh.
"Nothing to worry about..." He mumbled to himself under his breath. To his shock and dismay, a loud horn blared not too far away. With a startled jump, Spencer found himself suddenly very short and white. A nervous rabbit now stood where the tall man had previously and Spencer mentally kicked himself. He hated changing in the middle of the pavement. It was almost embarrassing, in Spencer's opinion... Though, not as bad as when he seized up in, what one of his friends used to call, 'Chair Mode'. That friend had gotten one hell of a surprise the first time Spencer had turned into a rabbit near them...
Now looking around with both panic and curiosity obvious in his movements, the dishevelled looking animal hopped forward a little and began sniffing around. While he was a rabbit, Spencer always found himself curious towards things. It was as though he suddenly had a rabbit's way of thinking or something like that. While most people probably thought it odd, Spencer just assumed it was normal and left it at that. Who would he be able to ask as to whether or not it was normal, anyway? It wasn't like he knew anyone else who could turn into a rabbit... And how would someone word it? 'Hello, is it normal to think like the animal you turn into?' ... No. No. Spencer would always rather assume it was normal than to ask someone...
Sniffing at the air from the bakery, Spencer leaned forward onto his front legs while barely taking notice of his fluffy tail lowering while he leaned forward. After a little while of sniffing, Spencer smelt a very different smell to the one he'd previously gotten used to and froze while moving to rest on his back feet for comfort while he tried to figure out what the smell had been. He moved his front legs backwards in order to sit up and froze like a rabbit caught in headlights when he realised. His heart began to thud again uncomfortably and Spencer tried to figure out whether or not he could get away from the situation, though the sea of legs that he could see made him doubt his chances greatly...
That was one of the things that Spencer hated the most which was why, as the jumpy man shuffled his way down one of the streets in order to get to his work place, Spencer flinched a little bit with each noise that came from the cars on the road next to him. It was mostly revving of engines, but he still found himself flinching a little. This earned a couple of odd looks from other people who were walking, but Spencer didn't notice. He was watching the pavement in order to stop his eyes darting around the area like they usually did around cars. He probably had a fear of them. Now that he thought about it for a moment, it seemed more likely than anything else. What was the fear of cars, anyway? Spencer had no idea, and so made a mental note to look it up later.
With his hands in his trouser pockets, Spencer's eyes remained turned down at the pavement. His lips were pressed tightly together to avoid any squeaks escaping him while the engines continued to startle him slightly. His heart was thudding somewhat uncomfortably in his chest and, in order to convince himself that there was no reason for the thudding, Spencer finally gave into the urge to look up. His eyes darted around his surroundings nervously as he stopped in front of a bakery - one that he'd been into once or twice - and his shoulders slipped down from the hunched position they'd been held in since he got to the road. A small smile curved his lips as he gave a slight laugh.
"Nothing to worry about..." He mumbled to himself under his breath. To his shock and dismay, a loud horn blared not too far away. With a startled jump, Spencer found himself suddenly very short and white. A nervous rabbit now stood where the tall man had previously and Spencer mentally kicked himself. He hated changing in the middle of the pavement. It was almost embarrassing, in Spencer's opinion... Though, not as bad as when he seized up in, what one of his friends used to call, 'Chair Mode'. That friend had gotten one hell of a surprise the first time Spencer had turned into a rabbit near them...
Now looking around with both panic and curiosity obvious in his movements, the dishevelled looking animal hopped forward a little and began sniffing around. While he was a rabbit, Spencer always found himself curious towards things. It was as though he suddenly had a rabbit's way of thinking or something like that. While most people probably thought it odd, Spencer just assumed it was normal and left it at that. Who would he be able to ask as to whether or not it was normal, anyway? It wasn't like he knew anyone else who could turn into a rabbit... And how would someone word it? 'Hello, is it normal to think like the animal you turn into?' ... No. No. Spencer would always rather assume it was normal than to ask someone...
Sniffing at the air from the bakery, Spencer leaned forward onto his front legs while barely taking notice of his fluffy tail lowering while he leaned forward. After a little while of sniffing, Spencer smelt a very different smell to the one he'd previously gotten used to and froze while moving to rest on his back feet for comfort while he tried to figure out what the smell had been. He moved his front legs backwards in order to sit up and froze like a rabbit caught in headlights when he realised. His heart began to thud again uncomfortably and Spencer tried to figure out whether or not he could get away from the situation, though the sea of legs that he could see made him doubt his chances greatly...
