It was an alright day in Fair city. The Sky was party clouded with a threat of rain, near the edge of the south of city stood business man Mr. Big, with what seems to be his latest plan, but what's this, Wordgirl manages to figure out his plan and save the da...Wait a moment, I am not suppose to be here, I'm not getting paid. Let's let this story narrate itself, okay, see you later.
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RATED Immature.
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It was all over the papers, a buzz among the water coolers, in general chit chat among the people of Fair City, especially among those waiting in line at the first national national bank where the gossip was being spread among the costumers like wild fire. Which was alright to some, but to the Butcher, who had been waiting in line for exactly forty minutes to "withdrawal" some funds it was a bit vexing. Checking the clock on the wall than turning to someone behind him, who happen to be the man who runs around shouting for 'help'.
"Is that clock fast?"
"Nope," his voice a bit horsed. "I've been timing it against my watch and it seems in perfect sync."
"I was afraid you say that." Butcher noticed another costumer had finally left, moving the line a head. Glancing about while tapping his foot the large man kept his temper in check, his father taught that one must keep a level head during a bank heist no matter what, it was a matter of more deposits means more money in the long run. Once more glancing at the wall clock he wondered if a few extra dollars was worth the torture of waiting.
"Bampi said I could spend this on what I want," some child said up a head.
"Now I know son but this is a great time to learn the lesson of responsibility of saving," a man said. The Butcher palmed his face, this was going to be a long wait.
A head of the line another costumer walked away leaving young TJ Botsford, now aged 11, stepping forward with a check from his Grandfather in hand he looked up to the blond teller. "Hi, I'm here to open a account and put this check in it." he looked towards his father, "do I have too?"
"It's the responsible thing, TJ." His father, Mr. Botsford, spoke quiet confidentially. Before the check was slid upon the counter, he smiled at the teller. Within his mind a film rolled, it was scratchy and jumped in places:
"Oh, Oh no!" The blond teller would fake an expression of error. Complete
with "o" mouth and hand to check.
"What?" his wife, magically appearing out of nowhere, would
join her from behind.
"Whip cream is pouring out from the drawer,
and our clothes had vanished.
"Well then I think I need to rub this away." Sally giggled.
Then Wordgirl would show up.
"Okay," the teller spoke in the real world, "let's invest this." Her hands flew across the keyboard while eyes fixed on it, muttering a form of banker speak quickly until one final stroke and a beep. "Aaaand, it's gone. Next."
TJ stood there, dumbfounded, just stood there with eyes a bit wide. "What?" his tone cracked while the words just floated into his skull.
"I said it's gone, next."
"What!"
"I said next." the teller cupped her mouth, an old woman pushed passed TJ with her rascal and slid a check across the counter, the same process and words were repeated until, "aaaand, it's gone. Next." The old woman held the same expression as the young kid, shocked and bemusement.
"Excuse me?" the old woman croaked.
"I said the money is gone, now I got to deal with real costumers who have money in this bank, NEXT!" the teller yelled.
"I was trying to teach my son how to be responsible" Mr. Botsford had cried.
"No problem, Mr. Botsford, I'll just shift some money from your account and then.." a bunch of bank jargon, "aaand, it's gone. NEXT!"
"Excuse me," the Butcher pushed his way to the front, holding his bag for looting to one side before stopping next to the Botsford men. "Uh, hi, sorry for this but I have been waiting in line for the last foamy minutes and want to robbify this bank."
"What?" The teller raised a brow.
"You know, to robbify, to take money." The Butcher raised the sack, pointing at it to make his point.
"Yeah I can guess that," she said. "Where do you think there's money here?"
"Well because this is a bank," the meat man was a bit confused. "And usually banks have money."
"Not in this economy, NEXT!"
"Wow." TJ was a bit dumbfounded, "you're rude."
"Agreed." Mr. Botsford nodded.
"Well let's see who's- are you kidding me?" Butcher was preparing for a meat attack only to be stopped by the teller, when she held up the empty cash drawer for all to see. "This harkly seems like worth the effort." with that the Butcher had left the building, trailing behind him were a few angry costumers.
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Joe sipped from his coffee, watching the local government's stimulus plan did get dull but it was his job and could not ask questions. No, it was his job to guard and that's what he's going to do, for he was Joe the Guard. Another sip eyes shifted around the empty lobby, sight crossed those "won emoh eb dlouw ouy ereh devil uoy fI" signs in the windows starring some stylized 50's family and some posters along the walls telling people to keep the hallways clear for safety. Another sip, just another day for Joe the guard while standing watch at the new SP Tower recently acquired by the U.S. Government a few months ago and soon to be home of a large influx of new citizens of Fair City within the next few days.
Time lapsed and Joe just sat there, often glancing towards one end of the hallway or out the glass doors. Coffee had be sucked down a while ago now he was thinking of taking leave for a piss, which what a vandal might be waiting for. 'But Joe,' the buck toothed kid on the poster looking both in and out of the building had said, at least in the guard's mind, 'why would anyone want to attack an empty apartment building.'
'Well dickshit Timmy,' Joe spoke thought back while glancing at the poster in the window. ' There is a lot of crazies out there, and they like to go into places where there is not many people. This building being one of them it would be a perfect place to squat.' Dickshit Timmy could only smile, gape mouth and bucktooth showing, in response. 'Pecker head.'
Out of the corner of his eye, Joe swore that he saw the image change, the kid was flipping him off.
"Excuse me?"
Joe shouted, toppling over in his chair before staggering to his feet to find a woman standing near the station. Holding a box, and to a causal observer, wearing some sketchy clothes like a strange question marked shirt under the brown, dusty jumpsuit and a mask. "Hey, don't sneak up on a guard when he's... Guarding."
"What are you guarding?" This faux employee spoke, leaning over the box a bit.
"This building." Joe dusted himself, then adjusted his cap. "What's in the box."
"What box?" she was looking around a bit.
"The one you are holding." he pointed.
"This box?" she held it up, "what if I told you these held energy saving lightbulbs?"
"I would have to ask to see these lightbulds." he eyed the woman a bit, she just open the box to show several smaller boxes, each one was clear and contained a light green bulbs in the shape of a question mark. "Seems alright, go ahead."
"Would a thanks suffice?" Joe nodded as she walked towards the elevator before going back to guarding the lobby. Time lapsed again the woman was back, box empty and strutting by without a second thought and now it was a waiting game.
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Being a young super heroine is hard enough, like not having enough recreational time or having to miss important events because of "something came up". Now imagine what puberty does, what it does for normal people does thirty times worse to a 13 year old Lexite girl who happens to be trying really hard to be taken seriously as a hero. That's hard to do with size C's, some times it was really embarrassing when some guys stop and leer. Sometimes, just sometimes, she wished ether to be not a superhero, be a boy or have a smaller bust.
"Stupid genetics," Wordgirl mutter to herself after changing into the uncomfortable costume. The costume, in style, was basically the same thin material made out of metal, plastics and ceramics - because one never knows when a fast or sharp object like a knife, bullet or debris is going to show up - but within was some wicked engineering that allowed her body to appear a bit more 'bland' with a modest A cup and less hips. Hellishly uncomfortable, but it did not get in the way of crime fighting and kept the lude comments to a minimal.
Her partner, Captain Huggyface, chirped in curiosity.
"Hm, oh, just thinking out loud," Wordgirl scanned the ground as many patrols before, not much is going on. A few villains were out, basically running common errens and doing nothing worth busting. Yet. The city was the same, sure a few structures change and people come in and go over the years but what place, city, town, village or cardboard shanties, don't have comings and goings. "Hey, aren't those the buses carrying the new citizens?" she pointed towards the southern point of town, "perhaps we should stop and give a welcome to the city?"
Huggyface would have said, 'yeah, let's get some good PR going with the new people,' in his own monkey chatter but instead pointed towards the bank a few blocks away.
"What? The Butcher!" with her catch phrase and a streak the girl was soon before the bank where people were leaving a bit angry, and perhaps disappointed. "Alright hold right there Butcher."
"Hold what, you know what that joke's done to death." Butcher waved off his nemesis, taking a seat at a bench near the bus stop.
She glanced at the bag then around the area, there actually a few villains known for bank robbing just wondering around seeming lost. "Uh, what's going on?"
"Don't you know, the bank's out of money." The meat slinging man huffed. Now that there is no bank to rob the rest of the day was kind of shot, "I mean how does a bank run out of green turf."
"Stuff."
"Thanks, but point being how does this happen? Is the eco-eco... Whatever that word is so bad that a decent supervillain can't earn a dishonest living."
"So... Was a crime committed here?" Wordgirl looked around a bit confused, "I mean did you wrap someone up in meat or anything?"
"Nope, not even worth that." Butcher sighed.
"Well since a crime technically had not committed I'm going back on patrol." exchanging byes and darting off into the sky.
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There was strange sight, what look like a shooting star had streaked across the sky. Heading upward, and turning as if it had a mind of it's own. Oh well, nothing to worry about for the new residence of SP Towers, who were coming in droves of buses provided by the government as part of the new stimuli plan. The plan, on paper, sounded good, step one was find several struggling small towns and buy up the land with the promise of new, nicer homes, step two move said town into a larger urban environment regardless of distance and step three watch the economy go up from the growth of populace
Stepping off of the bus and stretching from hours of sitting he looked at the new home for his family, brushing aside some black hair and slipping the blue and red baseball cap on than turned towards his older sister and mother. "This our new home?"
"Yes, Stanley." Mrs. Marsh lugged a few bags over a shoulder, "our apartment should be around the middle there." He looked up again, the place was large. Large enough to take in their whole town, but of course the town was small to begin with so it was all a moot point.
"Sunvabitch!" Ass master came rolling out of another bus, stuff in hand and P.O.'ed as always. "I hope I don't get Jew Jerms from sitting near Kyle that long."
"Shut up fatass!" Kyle scrambled out, puffy red hair bouncing in defiance of the laws of gravity, while hoisting a gym bag. "I should be the hoping I don't get Fatass syndrome from sitting next to you!"
The 13 year old Rolly polly turned and glared, "shut up, heeb."
"Up your's, Ass master!"
"Mom and dad are fighting again."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP KENNY!" Both Kyle and Cartman shouted at Kenny after he stepped out onto the sidewalk, the McCormick family carried no luggage, everything they owned was literally on their backs. Stan held back a laugh before moving with the crowd into the large building, "Which place you got?"
Kenny looked over at Mr. McCormick, for an answer, "It's.. 12 W."
"We're 18 D."
"I would like to know some one with 33 D," Kenny smirked, winked and giggled.
"Oh grow up." Stan huffed.
"Ah'll kill you Kaal!"
"Not if I kill you first fat ass!" The fight raged on as they wondered into the crowed lobby, greeted by Half Wit Al, Loose Jane, Dickshit Jimmy and Fartsworth the dog. They simple stated they are home now. "So which place you got?"
"2 G."
"Damn it!" Kyle glared, walking next to the large boy. "I got 3 G."
"Sunvabitch!" Cartman snapped.
Everyone one entered the tower, the news among Fair City residence had came to a head. Buzzword of new people arriving was on everyone's lips, from the banks to the water coolers it was news. Now it's old news, sunsetting on the whole thing and the next day will bring new challenges. And a whole new era for the sleepy city.
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Becky walked with confidence, like many times before and perhaps many times after, books cradled in the crooks of her arms while her long brown dress nearly scrapped the floor a few times during the morning routine towards her lockers and to class. Many students often were neutral towards her, some liked her sensibility (read, leaving it to imagination) while some thought she was a strange prude (read, frustrated virgins), the rest just did not care. Waving at Violet at the lockers the brunette took notice of how many more students there was now, much possibly from the Tower. Slightly kicking herself for not introducing her alter ego the other night, it slipped her mind after talking to the Butcher but there will be time later, hopefully.
"Ow, watch.." Something had knocked the wind out of her with a slight force, glaring she saw Tobey, still basically the same only taller, face a bit rounder and long pants instead of shorts, stand there with a half phoney smile. "Hey, Becky. I was just looking for you."
"The answer is no, to any and all things with you." She spoke flatly, walking away he kept a few steps behind her.
"Come on, we had our differences in the past but I am sure we can over look them to cement a new friendship." Tobey smiled, barely keeping in stride with her.
"My mom can't reduce your sentence, Tobey." Becky still took a flat tone. "You just have to serve it like everyone else."
"What? What do you eve... Fine, I'll find away to get out of this harsh punishment." Tobey muttered after wandering away, only a nod towards Violet while storming off. A while ago he had been sentenced to ten months under house arrest with only school as an exception, and no contact with his robots was allowed. Becky mused that this is week one, what is he going to be like by week two?
"Becky, did you see the new students?" Violet beamed a bit, she also had not changed much except grew taller and her hair was down the the nap of her neck. Becky would muse that she must be the only to change, and sometimes that change was set to fast forward. Violet had open her locker, shove some things in and close it quickly, "I think there must be a hundred of them, or a thousand."
"Oh that's an exaggeration." teasing while gesturing the two were on the move, "but there seems to be a lot of them, hope the staff can handle this much."
"I wonder what kind of people they would be like?"
"Well we can pounder that later, we got class to get to-OW!" Again someone had walked into the brunette girl, but this time whoever it was was heavier, much heavier. If Becky did not have the strength of many men she would be sprawled on the floor, spread eagle with papers everywhere.
"HEY!" was all the response was, "watch where you're going!"
"Where I'm going, you walked into me!" she straighten herself out while glaring at the person, possibly truck, that ran into her. He was large, not by height but mere girth.
"You're crowding the hall spec!" His fat face seem to be just a form of harden hate with beady eyes, Becky and Violet were taken back by what he said. "What? Can't speak Englie? Se habla dumbass?"
"You!" Becky was very dangerously close to clocking this kid, Violet stepped right in front of her, with an expression of sheer rage.
"You can't say those things, especially to my friend, pal!" Violet actually had her hands balled in fury.
"Whatever." the kid blew a raspberry at them, just as it was about to come to blows Bob had chirped to stop them from making a bad mistake. The two watched the large kid waddle away, not before he slid his hand behind his back and made the one finger salute, by then the bell had rung. It was time for first period.
(AUTHOR'S POSTWORD)
Offended yet? Well I just got started, I am going to earn that R/M rating come hell or high water. There is really not much to say about this "work", it was something to parody many instant dark Wordgirl stories out there, you know the one's with everyone dying, divorcing and sexing everyone and the tone is death, death, evil, evil, evil, devil, devil and seem to be written in passing by Edward Lee while on the can bored out of his mind. Don't get me wrong, this is the same thing but more peppered with Chuck Paina... The guy who wrote Fight Club, Rant, Haunted and Invisible Monster. Also there might be a style, I don't know yet.
Also odds are 9 to 1 you are reading this story on FFN and chances are the formating had, AND WILL, screw up the formating and find paragraphs large gapping holes between the lines then please do yourself a favor, go to Deviantart, look up my account Rainkaimaramon and download the story there as it will be formated more like a book instead of a fractured HTML file or squished Text file.
And please do me one favor, if you spot any grammar mistakes outside of some character speeches please point them out, I hate when I hear "you make some grammar mistakes here and there" and no example is given. I mean if I know about the mistakes they would not be there, now would there? Well, maybe for the exception of character way of speech.
Thank you for reading, next chapter coming when I feel like it.