*Revised*
Please read Hydrophobic's Read Me on ASMR first.
======================================================
Author's Ranting: I was going through my list of
favorite fanfics deciding on whether I wanted to read
something I already liked or find something new, when
a thought leaped out and smacked me in the head.
Ricocheting off of my head, it landed on my computer
desk looking curiously like a pencil sharpener. And
then it spoke.
Author's Thought: There are not enough stories about
the little people!
Author's Ranting: And that little thought that looked
curiously like a pencil sharpener was right. And so I
set out to tell the story of a morning in the life of
a Tokyo pedestrian.
And no, the author is _not_ crazy... At least she
doesn't think so.
Disclaimer: I did not create Sailor Moon and it's
characters. Now, the unfortunate pedestrian featured
in the story... I _did_ create him. He's MINE!!
A Morning In the Life of a Tokyo Pedestrian (G)
by Christina Anton (daylin@sailorsenshi.i-p.com)
aka Hydrophobic
http://angelfire.com/anime2/dayanjell/antons/home.html
======================================================
pedestrian (peh-dess-tree-an) n. : A walker; one traveling
on foot.--pedestrian adj. : Mediocre; plodding.
From "The Grosset Webster Dictionary"
The man is, by all standards, a normal citizen of
Tokyo, Japan. He has a perfectly normal wife and two
perfectly normal children, both of which are boys of the
ages of twelve and fourteen. And, each is a normal citizen
of Tokyo, Japan.
The man loves his, by all Tokyo standards, normal wife
and children. He has a job working at a law firm in Juuban,
which is where he lives. He only has a twenty minute walk
between his home and his job, but normally takes one of the
many buses that travel around the very large and bustling
city of Tokyo.
But, today, he has awoken in a good mood with plenty of
time to take a nice morning walk along the sidewalks of the
tenth district.
And, the second he sets foot on the sidewalk, he
becomes a pedestrian.
Pedestrians are a very common thing in any city. There
are three general types of pedestrians: the morning
pedestrians, the afternoon pedestrians, and the evening
pedestrians. The man that we are following is quite
obviously a morning pedestrian.
Morning pedestrians consist of the early morning
joggers, students walking (and sometimes screaming) their
way to their respective schools, and, of course, people
going to work.
But there is nothing quite like a _Tokyo_ morning
pedestrian, or even just a Tokyo pedestrian in general. You
see, Tokyo is a strange city. It has been plagued by all
sorts of monsters and strange events for a good length of
time. And, every citizen living in Tokyo knows this, even
if they can't say exactly what has happened.
But, no pedestrian in Tokyo knows this quite as well as
a Juuban pedestrian.
Juuban is the area that would be known as ground zero
if it were a publicly known and acknowledged warzone. But,
it is not acknowledged as a warzone because most in the area
choose to ignore it for the sake of their own sanity. Our
male, morning pedestrian is one of these people.
At the moment, our pedestrian is five minutes into his
walk to his job. Even now, he is unconsciously dodging all
of the dangers of being in a city: waiting that extra second
to look for speeding cars before crossing the street,
instinctively taking a step to his left as a blonde-haired
girl sprints past him wailing, "I'M LAAAATE!!!" and even
stepping over a crack-riddled hole in the sidewalk that
others in the area could tell him hadn't been there the day
before. It is just one of those strange things that happen
in Tokyo.
If a professional psychologist were to do a study on
the mannerisms of citizens in different cities around the
world, they would find that the citizens of Tokyo have the
best sense of danger of all of them. But who wouldn't when
they constantly have to avoid areas where girls in sailor
fuku battle monsters in the streets?
But, it seems that today, our pedestrian's danger sense
has failed him. Instead of taking the bus, which would have
kept him relatively safe, he has chosen to walk the streets
that are prone to attack. Right now, other pedestrians
doing their business on the sidewalks are unconsciously
listening to their Juuban-enhanced danger sense and are
finding other things to do in any other area but there.
Unfortunately, some of them cannot get away fast
enough, including the pedestrian we are currently observing.
A squeal of tires pierces the air, and car horns blast
as a car with a black star painted on the side skids to a
stop in the middle of the street. Our pedestrian with two
kids and a loving wife has stopped along with a few other
pedestrians to rubberneck and wonder 'what the hell is going
on?' It is just for a moment, and that is all that is
needed for all hell to break loose.
A red-haired woman steps from the car, wielding an odd
looking gun, and points it at one of the previously jogging
pedestrians. One second she is gawking like the rest, and
the next, she is lying in the street just two meters from
our pedestrian. An odd looking crystal is floating just
above the ground near her, but no one is looking at that
anymore.
Because, at the moment, a chain-link fence has just
turned into a monster that, to our Tokyo pedestrian, looks
like a demon from the lowest bowels of hell. Our pedestrian
is a smart pedestrian, so he looks for a place to duck and
cover lest he become snared in a chain-link net like some of
his other pedestrian brethren.
Unfortunately, he trips over the body of the
unconscious jogging pedestrian. The fence-turned-demon
turns towards him as his briefcase clatters to the ground.
He hears a high-pitched, sharp voice call, "Chaina! Get the
heart crystal!" and his rapidly beating heart speeds up
another notch. Only about 1.4 percent of the residents of
Tokyo have ever personally gotten involved in a monster
attack, and our perfectly normal Tokyo pedestrian is now one
of them.
And, he's currently cursing his bad judgment in deciding
to walk instead of take the bus.
Before he or the monster can do anything, he hears
another voice call out: "Hey, you! How dare you disturb
this wonderful morning! I, bishoujo senshi Sailor Moon,
will punish you for making students even later for school!"
Our pedestrian cannot help but feel grateful that the
sailor suited soldier for justice has provided a distraction
so he can haul his butt out of the soon to be battle zone.
Hiding in an arcade that he does not know the name of, our
pedestrian watches the battle from the large window in the
front of the arcade. He feels much better being out of the
sight of the psycho with a car and the demon thing.
The only movement outside is that of girls in sailor
fuku that have just joined the fray, and a fence-demon from
hell. All of the cars in the road have been abandoned or
have had their drivers netted by the monster. All of the
pedestrians that have not been caught have long since run
for cover.
It only takes roughly four minutes for the Sailor
Senshi to defeat the demon. They talk for a moment with two
other girls in fuku much like theirs, and then jump onto a
roof ten meters above their heads, bounding off out of
sight. Our pedestrian is thanking Furuhata Motoki for the
shelter of his arcade. He goes outside to get his fallen
briefcase, and then goes on his way, just like everyone else
has after the violent display.
_This_ is normal for the residents of Tokyo, whether
they be a driver, an arcade manager, or a pedestrian. By
all standards, our pedestrian with a wife and two kids is a
normal citizen of Tokyo, Japan.
And, this morning, he was a normal pedestrian in the
Juuban district of Tokyo.
And, even though our dear pedestrian has just seen
something that will stay with him forever, he is still a
normal citizen of Tokyo, Japan.
"Are you having a nice morning, Noomaru-san?" the
secretary at the front desk asks him as he makes his way to
his office.
He stops for a moment, thinking about what has
happened. Noomaru Hokousha nods to himself and replies,
"I've had a normal morning so far, thank you." He smiles
and goes to his office.
End
Did that thought that looked like a pencil sharpener have a
good idea? I hope you readers got the point of this story,
because I don't think I can explain it any better than with
the story itself. Did that make sense? Bah, blame the
pencil sharpener.
If you have any questions about the story, or just want to
praise me on a job well done, then email me.
7/18/01
Revised: 7/18/02 (woah, who knew?)
Please read Hydrophobic's Read Me on ASMR first.
======================================================
Author's Ranting: I was going through my list of
favorite fanfics deciding on whether I wanted to read
something I already liked or find something new, when
a thought leaped out and smacked me in the head.
Ricocheting off of my head, it landed on my computer
desk looking curiously like a pencil sharpener. And
then it spoke.
Author's Thought: There are not enough stories about
the little people!
Author's Ranting: And that little thought that looked
curiously like a pencil sharpener was right. And so I
set out to tell the story of a morning in the life of
a Tokyo pedestrian.
And no, the author is _not_ crazy... At least she
doesn't think so.
Disclaimer: I did not create Sailor Moon and it's
characters. Now, the unfortunate pedestrian featured
in the story... I _did_ create him. He's MINE!!
A Morning In the Life of a Tokyo Pedestrian (G)
by Christina Anton (daylin@sailorsenshi.i-p.com)
aka Hydrophobic
http://angelfire.com/anime2/dayanjell/antons/home.html
======================================================
pedestrian (peh-dess-tree-an) n. : A walker; one traveling
on foot.--pedestrian adj. : Mediocre; plodding.
From "The Grosset Webster Dictionary"
The man is, by all standards, a normal citizen of
Tokyo, Japan. He has a perfectly normal wife and two
perfectly normal children, both of which are boys of the
ages of twelve and fourteen. And, each is a normal citizen
of Tokyo, Japan.
The man loves his, by all Tokyo standards, normal wife
and children. He has a job working at a law firm in Juuban,
which is where he lives. He only has a twenty minute walk
between his home and his job, but normally takes one of the
many buses that travel around the very large and bustling
city of Tokyo.
But, today, he has awoken in a good mood with plenty of
time to take a nice morning walk along the sidewalks of the
tenth district.
And, the second he sets foot on the sidewalk, he
becomes a pedestrian.
Pedestrians are a very common thing in any city. There
are three general types of pedestrians: the morning
pedestrians, the afternoon pedestrians, and the evening
pedestrians. The man that we are following is quite
obviously a morning pedestrian.
Morning pedestrians consist of the early morning
joggers, students walking (and sometimes screaming) their
way to their respective schools, and, of course, people
going to work.
But there is nothing quite like a _Tokyo_ morning
pedestrian, or even just a Tokyo pedestrian in general. You
see, Tokyo is a strange city. It has been plagued by all
sorts of monsters and strange events for a good length of
time. And, every citizen living in Tokyo knows this, even
if they can't say exactly what has happened.
But, no pedestrian in Tokyo knows this quite as well as
a Juuban pedestrian.
Juuban is the area that would be known as ground zero
if it were a publicly known and acknowledged warzone. But,
it is not acknowledged as a warzone because most in the area
choose to ignore it for the sake of their own sanity. Our
male, morning pedestrian is one of these people.
At the moment, our pedestrian is five minutes into his
walk to his job. Even now, he is unconsciously dodging all
of the dangers of being in a city: waiting that extra second
to look for speeding cars before crossing the street,
instinctively taking a step to his left as a blonde-haired
girl sprints past him wailing, "I'M LAAAATE!!!" and even
stepping over a crack-riddled hole in the sidewalk that
others in the area could tell him hadn't been there the day
before. It is just one of those strange things that happen
in Tokyo.
If a professional psychologist were to do a study on
the mannerisms of citizens in different cities around the
world, they would find that the citizens of Tokyo have the
best sense of danger of all of them. But who wouldn't when
they constantly have to avoid areas where girls in sailor
fuku battle monsters in the streets?
But, it seems that today, our pedestrian's danger sense
has failed him. Instead of taking the bus, which would have
kept him relatively safe, he has chosen to walk the streets
that are prone to attack. Right now, other pedestrians
doing their business on the sidewalks are unconsciously
listening to their Juuban-enhanced danger sense and are
finding other things to do in any other area but there.
Unfortunately, some of them cannot get away fast
enough, including the pedestrian we are currently observing.
A squeal of tires pierces the air, and car horns blast
as a car with a black star painted on the side skids to a
stop in the middle of the street. Our pedestrian with two
kids and a loving wife has stopped along with a few other
pedestrians to rubberneck and wonder 'what the hell is going
on?' It is just for a moment, and that is all that is
needed for all hell to break loose.
A red-haired woman steps from the car, wielding an odd
looking gun, and points it at one of the previously jogging
pedestrians. One second she is gawking like the rest, and
the next, she is lying in the street just two meters from
our pedestrian. An odd looking crystal is floating just
above the ground near her, but no one is looking at that
anymore.
Because, at the moment, a chain-link fence has just
turned into a monster that, to our Tokyo pedestrian, looks
like a demon from the lowest bowels of hell. Our pedestrian
is a smart pedestrian, so he looks for a place to duck and
cover lest he become snared in a chain-link net like some of
his other pedestrian brethren.
Unfortunately, he trips over the body of the
unconscious jogging pedestrian. The fence-turned-demon
turns towards him as his briefcase clatters to the ground.
He hears a high-pitched, sharp voice call, "Chaina! Get the
heart crystal!" and his rapidly beating heart speeds up
another notch. Only about 1.4 percent of the residents of
Tokyo have ever personally gotten involved in a monster
attack, and our perfectly normal Tokyo pedestrian is now one
of them.
And, he's currently cursing his bad judgment in deciding
to walk instead of take the bus.
Before he or the monster can do anything, he hears
another voice call out: "Hey, you! How dare you disturb
this wonderful morning! I, bishoujo senshi Sailor Moon,
will punish you for making students even later for school!"
Our pedestrian cannot help but feel grateful that the
sailor suited soldier for justice has provided a distraction
so he can haul his butt out of the soon to be battle zone.
Hiding in an arcade that he does not know the name of, our
pedestrian watches the battle from the large window in the
front of the arcade. He feels much better being out of the
sight of the psycho with a car and the demon thing.
The only movement outside is that of girls in sailor
fuku that have just joined the fray, and a fence-demon from
hell. All of the cars in the road have been abandoned or
have had their drivers netted by the monster. All of the
pedestrians that have not been caught have long since run
for cover.
It only takes roughly four minutes for the Sailor
Senshi to defeat the demon. They talk for a moment with two
other girls in fuku much like theirs, and then jump onto a
roof ten meters above their heads, bounding off out of
sight. Our pedestrian is thanking Furuhata Motoki for the
shelter of his arcade. He goes outside to get his fallen
briefcase, and then goes on his way, just like everyone else
has after the violent display.
_This_ is normal for the residents of Tokyo, whether
they be a driver, an arcade manager, or a pedestrian. By
all standards, our pedestrian with a wife and two kids is a
normal citizen of Tokyo, Japan.
And, this morning, he was a normal pedestrian in the
Juuban district of Tokyo.
And, even though our dear pedestrian has just seen
something that will stay with him forever, he is still a
normal citizen of Tokyo, Japan.
"Are you having a nice morning, Noomaru-san?" the
secretary at the front desk asks him as he makes his way to
his office.
He stops for a moment, thinking about what has
happened. Noomaru Hokousha nods to himself and replies,
"I've had a normal morning so far, thank you." He smiles
and goes to his office.
End
Did that thought that looked like a pencil sharpener have a
good idea? I hope you readers got the point of this story,
because I don't think I can explain it any better than with
the story itself. Did that make sense? Bah, blame the
pencil sharpener.
If you have any questions about the story, or just want to
praise me on a job well done, then email me.
7/18/01
Revised: 7/18/02 (woah, who knew?)