Ok... ok... so it's not exactly original... but it's still pretty good so far.... I
used all my own names (not from any books that I know of) and the only non-
original name I have in this story (apart from Squall, Seifer, Rinoa, ect)
is Sameth, from Lirael by Garth Nix. Have fun reading it and let me know if
there's anything I can do to improve it. Umm... Oh yeah!! I put the first two
chapters on all at once, so hope you don't mind....
A young woman stood at Timber Station waiting for the train that would take her to Balamb Garden. She wore a dark brown, silver studded cowboy hat, an ankle length leather jacket, a white muscle shirt, black cowboy boots and cow hide / black leather pants. Her long wavy hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Squall, seeing the girl, ran up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Irvine? Irvine Kinneas?" He asked, causing the woman to turn around almost instantly, and, just as fast, she drew her shotgun. "Irvine Kinneas just happens to be my father, sir. And if you don't leave me alone, I will put a piece of lead in you heart." The woman replied. "Sorry Trystan... you just look so much like your father." Squall muttered, taking off her hat, revealing Trystan Kinneas. Trystan bitterly took her hat back and shoved it on her head and placed her gun in its holster. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Trystan replied solemnly. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!" Someone yelled, running up to Squall. "Hey seraph. Where's your brother?" "He was having some trouble finding his whip, so mom's helping him." The girl replied. Then looking at Squall, the girl continued, "And speaking of weapons, you still haven't given me mine!!" "Ummnn... here. You can have my Gunblade..." Squall said, handing his most prized possession to the girl. "Ahem..." Tryst coughed. "OH! ChloÄ, this is Trystan Kinneas – Irvine's daughter. Trystan, this is ChloÄ – my only daughter and my youngest child." Squall explained, putting his hand on Chloë's shoulder. Trystan nodded understandingly. "Irvine Kinneas... I've heard a lot about him. Is he really an awesome sniper? What's it like to have a famous father? How are your sharp-shooting skills? Hi. I'm ChloÄ. Pleased to meet you! May I call you Tryst?" ChloÄ asked all at once, extending her hand for Trystan to shake. Trystan merely nodded and roughly shook Chloë's hand. "And...I... am... Sameth... Leonhart." Sam panted, running up besides his sister and standing doubled over. "Charmed." Trystan replied, smiling vaguely. "So! Trystan! What weapon do you use??" ChloÄ asked excitedly. "You already know that I use a Gunblade..." Trystan's hand immediately went to her gun holster. Relieved to find it still there, she replied, "My fathers' shotgun. My mothers' nanchaku were always hard for me to master... Sam, you use a whip, no?" "Yes. A Chained Whip, to be exact. ChloÄ, can I talk to you for a moment, please?" Sam mumbled hastily, steering ChloÄ aside. "ChloÄ, we should be really careful..." "Why? Trystan seems nice enough..." "What if her intentions turn evil? Haven't you heard of the Paladin of Dread?" "You and your 'what if' s... What if every time you said that, a person died?? Just clam down – you're being paranoid is all. She appears to be stubborn – and I usually have a good judge of character." ChloÄ replied, turning around. "But I know what you mean... I'll be careful, Sam. I will." ChloÄ replied after a brief pause. "I will."
chapters on all at once, so hope you don't mind....
A young woman stood at Timber Station waiting for the train that would take her to Balamb Garden. She wore a dark brown, silver studded cowboy hat, an ankle length leather jacket, a white muscle shirt, black cowboy boots and cow hide / black leather pants. Her long wavy hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Squall, seeing the girl, ran up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Irvine? Irvine Kinneas?" He asked, causing the woman to turn around almost instantly, and, just as fast, she drew her shotgun. "Irvine Kinneas just happens to be my father, sir. And if you don't leave me alone, I will put a piece of lead in you heart." The woman replied. "Sorry Trystan... you just look so much like your father." Squall muttered, taking off her hat, revealing Trystan Kinneas. Trystan bitterly took her hat back and shoved it on her head and placed her gun in its holster. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Trystan replied solemnly. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!" Someone yelled, running up to Squall. "Hey seraph. Where's your brother?" "He was having some trouble finding his whip, so mom's helping him." The girl replied. Then looking at Squall, the girl continued, "And speaking of weapons, you still haven't given me mine!!" "Ummnn... here. You can have my Gunblade..." Squall said, handing his most prized possession to the girl. "Ahem..." Tryst coughed. "OH! ChloÄ, this is Trystan Kinneas – Irvine's daughter. Trystan, this is ChloÄ – my only daughter and my youngest child." Squall explained, putting his hand on Chloë's shoulder. Trystan nodded understandingly. "Irvine Kinneas... I've heard a lot about him. Is he really an awesome sniper? What's it like to have a famous father? How are your sharp-shooting skills? Hi. I'm ChloÄ. Pleased to meet you! May I call you Tryst?" ChloÄ asked all at once, extending her hand for Trystan to shake. Trystan merely nodded and roughly shook Chloë's hand. "And...I... am... Sameth... Leonhart." Sam panted, running up besides his sister and standing doubled over. "Charmed." Trystan replied, smiling vaguely. "So! Trystan! What weapon do you use??" ChloÄ asked excitedly. "You already know that I use a Gunblade..." Trystan's hand immediately went to her gun holster. Relieved to find it still there, she replied, "My fathers' shotgun. My mothers' nanchaku were always hard for me to master... Sam, you use a whip, no?" "Yes. A Chained Whip, to be exact. ChloÄ, can I talk to you for a moment, please?" Sam mumbled hastily, steering ChloÄ aside. "ChloÄ, we should be really careful..." "Why? Trystan seems nice enough..." "What if her intentions turn evil? Haven't you heard of the Paladin of Dread?" "You and your 'what if' s... What if every time you said that, a person died?? Just clam down – you're being paranoid is all. She appears to be stubborn – and I usually have a good judge of character." ChloÄ replied, turning around. "But I know what you mean... I'll be careful, Sam. I will." ChloÄ replied after a brief pause. "I will."