Lorilei: So Mur, are you really interested in learning about my past?.
Mur: Yah. Of course.
Yuai: We really should get to know each other now that we're a team.
Kiyone: (shudders) don't remind me.
Lorilei: Well, okay, I'll tell you my story.
Kiyone: Oh God! Not this again! I'm going to the bar.
Lorilei: Could you at least say the disclaimer before you leave?.
Kiyone: Alright! Lorilei does not own anyone or anything except herself. The places and people from Beyblade belong to some rich guy in some mansion. Damn it! They won't belong to us until we take over the world, which will be soon! (Maniacal laughter).
Lorilei: Thanks.
(Door slams shut).
The Origin of Lorilei: Chapter 1: Running Away
Lorilei Mackenzie ran down the sidewalk, hiding in the shadows when someone passed by. She didn't know where she was going, but right now she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to get away from that place.
That place she was running away from was the orphanage that she had lived in for 2 years. 2 long, horrible years filled with lessons on being a "proper" lady. They could take those stupid lessons and shove them up their asses for all she cared.
Her heart pounded, and she started breathing heavier, yet she didn't stop running, even for a second. Her long, light blue hair was getting into her startling, emerald green eyes. Lorilei brushed it away, but kept running. It started to rain, and she muttered a curse in Russian.
Lorilei finally stopped running. She figured she was far enough away. She had run for what she had thought was a whole kilometer. Lorilei looked around. She didn't know where she was. A sign said that she was at Balkov Abbey.
"Can I help you?" Lorilei jumped. She turned around and noticed a strange man. He had purple hair, black and red goggles and a horrible fashion sense.
"I'm lost. Can you direct me to the Munchakii Station," Lorilei asked. She didn't have a lot of money, but she knew she had enough for a train ticket.
"Isn't it kind of late for a young lady to be traveling? How about you stay here tonight? I'm Boris, the caretaker of the abbey."
Lorilei hesitated. She wanted to get out of there as fast as she could, but Boris was right. It was dangerous at this time of night. "Okay." "Excellent," said Boris. Lorilei followed him up to the abbey, wondering what she was going to do tomorrow.
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Mur: Yah. Of course.
Yuai: We really should get to know each other now that we're a team.
Kiyone: (shudders) don't remind me.
Lorilei: Well, okay, I'll tell you my story.
Kiyone: Oh God! Not this again! I'm going to the bar.
Lorilei: Could you at least say the disclaimer before you leave?.
Kiyone: Alright! Lorilei does not own anyone or anything except herself. The places and people from Beyblade belong to some rich guy in some mansion. Damn it! They won't belong to us until we take over the world, which will be soon! (Maniacal laughter).
Lorilei: Thanks.
(Door slams shut).
The Origin of Lorilei: Chapter 1: Running Away
Lorilei Mackenzie ran down the sidewalk, hiding in the shadows when someone passed by. She didn't know where she was going, but right now she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to get away from that place.
That place she was running away from was the orphanage that she had lived in for 2 years. 2 long, horrible years filled with lessons on being a "proper" lady. They could take those stupid lessons and shove them up their asses for all she cared.
Her heart pounded, and she started breathing heavier, yet she didn't stop running, even for a second. Her long, light blue hair was getting into her startling, emerald green eyes. Lorilei brushed it away, but kept running. It started to rain, and she muttered a curse in Russian.
Lorilei finally stopped running. She figured she was far enough away. She had run for what she had thought was a whole kilometer. Lorilei looked around. She didn't know where she was. A sign said that she was at Balkov Abbey.
"Can I help you?" Lorilei jumped. She turned around and noticed a strange man. He had purple hair, black and red goggles and a horrible fashion sense.
"I'm lost. Can you direct me to the Munchakii Station," Lorilei asked. She didn't have a lot of money, but she knew she had enough for a train ticket.
"Isn't it kind of late for a young lady to be traveling? How about you stay here tonight? I'm Boris, the caretaker of the abbey."
Lorilei hesitated. She wanted to get out of there as fast as she could, but Boris was right. It was dangerous at this time of night. "Okay." "Excellent," said Boris. Lorilei followed him up to the abbey, wondering what she was going to do tomorrow.
How did you like it? Could you please review? I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. All reviews welcome.