Session 1: Tharsis Blues
The yellow couch was too small for him. His tall lanky form draped over both sides. He was extremely thin. Most people estimated him to be about 70 pounds, but that wasn't true. Most people thought he was a scrawny little weakling, that wasn't true either. But it was okay; it just made them easier to beat. He liked to surprise people.
As he woke up he noticed clicking-tapping noises coming from somewhere near his feet. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He walked over to the red haired child sitting on the floor with a computer. "Where's Jet" "Shoppy-shopping for food food" "Faye?" Ed shook her head with a fluid motion. Spike sighed and walked over to the fridge. There was a can of dog food sitting there. Why is there always dog food in here? Doesn't Ein eat too? Spike thought for a minute, almost remembered that he usually fed Ein food from his plate, but dismissed the subject as not important before it ever came up. He didn't eat the dog food, because then he would be stooping to Faye's level. Instead he gave it to Ein, and went to his room. Well, it was more like his storage closet. Its not like he slept there, its just where he kept all of his crap. He looked under the bed for his stash of whiskey. He had to change its hiding place after he told Jet during the incident with Duhan. He found it wrapped up in his pink puffy coat; he liked pink. Pink surprised people when a guy was wearing it; he liked to surprise people. He used to have a pink lighter but he gave it to a girl; he liked the girl.
That thought made him want a cigarette. It made him think of other things too but he pushed those thoughts away, he didn't have time for them now.
As he was lighting one up he heard before he saw Faye come through the door. From the look on her face he knew she had a bad day. "Give me one." She nodded to the cigarettes. "Get your own," replied Spike as he took a long drag. Faye sighed and leaned against the wall next to Spike; that was unlike her. After a couple of minutes Faye noticed the cigarettes under her nose. She gratefully took one and lit it off of Spike's.
Just then Jet came bustling through the door with about ten bags. He dropped them all when he looked up and saw the two being together and not fighting. He looked back and forth at them with his mouth agape until he noticed that there was egg spreading across the floor. He cursed and went to go get a towel. Spike and Faye's eyes followed him all the way.
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Later that day all five of them were eating dinner while Jet went over the plans for the next bounty head. Faye was finished and filing her nails, Ed was eating busily, and Spike was glaring at his food. ".Russel Sankos, he's wanted for first degree murder." "Jet, why the hell do you even bother to buy Brussels sprouts? No one likes them," mumbled Spike ".And is suspected to be currently hiding on Mars. If you don't like it then don't eat it!" snapped Jet. "How much is he worth?" asked Faye as she watched Spike feed his food to the dog. "1.7 million woolongs." Said Jet. "He's a small fry" mumbled Spike again. "Yea, well, its that or nothing," replied Jet as he walked over to change the ships course.
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Spike was really tired; he didn't want to do this at all. Faye was probably off somewhere getting information; he didn't really know, he wasn't paying attention. Jet was on the Bebop. That he knew cause it's where he always was. The thing Spike didn't know was what the hell he did on that ship. He pondered this for several more minutes before he had to shift his attention to the place where he was landing. He was in a city kind of close to where he grew up. He had no desire to go to Tharsis though. Just being on Mars was enough to bring back unwanted memories. Shielding his eyes from the snow, Spike set off in the opposite direction, subconsciously humming a song under his breath.
As he was walking along he noticed a run-down looking bar across the street. Well I'll be damned; it's Michael's. Spike stared at the building for a while longer before he went in.
Spike shook the snow out of his hair as he walked in. There was a lot of snow out there and it was hard to see. However inside it was even harder. Cigarette smoke and fog created by the windows and bodies created a dense humid atmosphere inside the small room. Spike walked over to the counter and ordered a drink from his less than happy bartender; he couldn't have been more than fifteen.
"You look kinda familiar. You live around here?" "No" "Have you ever lived here" "No, I've never been to this place in my life."
The bartender gave him a look while he handed Spike his drink. Spike walked away without saying a word.
The yellow couch was too small for him. His tall lanky form draped over both sides. He was extremely thin. Most people estimated him to be about 70 pounds, but that wasn't true. Most people thought he was a scrawny little weakling, that wasn't true either. But it was okay; it just made them easier to beat. He liked to surprise people.
As he woke up he noticed clicking-tapping noises coming from somewhere near his feet. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He walked over to the red haired child sitting on the floor with a computer. "Where's Jet" "Shoppy-shopping for food food" "Faye?" Ed shook her head with a fluid motion. Spike sighed and walked over to the fridge. There was a can of dog food sitting there. Why is there always dog food in here? Doesn't Ein eat too? Spike thought for a minute, almost remembered that he usually fed Ein food from his plate, but dismissed the subject as not important before it ever came up. He didn't eat the dog food, because then he would be stooping to Faye's level. Instead he gave it to Ein, and went to his room. Well, it was more like his storage closet. Its not like he slept there, its just where he kept all of his crap. He looked under the bed for his stash of whiskey. He had to change its hiding place after he told Jet during the incident with Duhan. He found it wrapped up in his pink puffy coat; he liked pink. Pink surprised people when a guy was wearing it; he liked to surprise people. He used to have a pink lighter but he gave it to a girl; he liked the girl.
That thought made him want a cigarette. It made him think of other things too but he pushed those thoughts away, he didn't have time for them now.
As he was lighting one up he heard before he saw Faye come through the door. From the look on her face he knew she had a bad day. "Give me one." She nodded to the cigarettes. "Get your own," replied Spike as he took a long drag. Faye sighed and leaned against the wall next to Spike; that was unlike her. After a couple of minutes Faye noticed the cigarettes under her nose. She gratefully took one and lit it off of Spike's.
Just then Jet came bustling through the door with about ten bags. He dropped them all when he looked up and saw the two being together and not fighting. He looked back and forth at them with his mouth agape until he noticed that there was egg spreading across the floor. He cursed and went to go get a towel. Spike and Faye's eyes followed him all the way.
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Later that day all five of them were eating dinner while Jet went over the plans for the next bounty head. Faye was finished and filing her nails, Ed was eating busily, and Spike was glaring at his food. ".Russel Sankos, he's wanted for first degree murder." "Jet, why the hell do you even bother to buy Brussels sprouts? No one likes them," mumbled Spike ".And is suspected to be currently hiding on Mars. If you don't like it then don't eat it!" snapped Jet. "How much is he worth?" asked Faye as she watched Spike feed his food to the dog. "1.7 million woolongs." Said Jet. "He's a small fry" mumbled Spike again. "Yea, well, its that or nothing," replied Jet as he walked over to change the ships course.
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Spike was really tired; he didn't want to do this at all. Faye was probably off somewhere getting information; he didn't really know, he wasn't paying attention. Jet was on the Bebop. That he knew cause it's where he always was. The thing Spike didn't know was what the hell he did on that ship. He pondered this for several more minutes before he had to shift his attention to the place where he was landing. He was in a city kind of close to where he grew up. He had no desire to go to Tharsis though. Just being on Mars was enough to bring back unwanted memories. Shielding his eyes from the snow, Spike set off in the opposite direction, subconsciously humming a song under his breath.
As he was walking along he noticed a run-down looking bar across the street. Well I'll be damned; it's Michael's. Spike stared at the building for a while longer before he went in.
Spike shook the snow out of his hair as he walked in. There was a lot of snow out there and it was hard to see. However inside it was even harder. Cigarette smoke and fog created by the windows and bodies created a dense humid atmosphere inside the small room. Spike walked over to the counter and ordered a drink from his less than happy bartender; he couldn't have been more than fifteen.
"You look kinda familiar. You live around here?" "No" "Have you ever lived here" "No, I've never been to this place in my life."
The bartender gave him a look while he handed Spike his drink. Spike walked away without saying a word.