Loving Pistol of Mine
Greetings all! This is one of my first Fanfic, so please shower me with gifts of praise. I would rather have that than flames. This may be drivel to some of those out there, but I put my heart.. or rather this character's heart into making this. Review! And enjoy! Oh, and some of the things may seem odd because this txt won't let me italicize. I know I should go through and fix it, but will for later chappies. I'm just lazy o.o . Sorry for the inconvience, me "special" writer.
Chapter 1
Beginnings
The sun beat down upon a practically non-existent town. With a population of sixty or more people, the town was normally quiet and empty. Most of the folks that lived there didn't come out of their houses. If someone did go out to buy supplies and such the other, "snoopers," would watch them with curiosity from their own windows.
Among the dunes there sat some old unused, decapitated guard towers. Once in a while they would station someone there, but that was in the past. Now there is at least one guard that stands watch until night, then the person switches with another.
There was a fear of a man.. a sixty billion double dollar worth..humanoid typhoon...Vash the Stampede. The fear wasn't so potent as it was when rumors of the man were about. It has been at least seven or more years since the word came.
The town didn't have any visitors being sixty iles from the nearest ghost town. There was plenty of water for those that could, and couldn't afford the "clear gold."
Sure, now there has been a rumor of a new person that has been living in one of the old, abandoned towers. The people in the town decided to let them be just as long as they didn't bother the town or provide any mischief. It seemed to be a man with long blond hair with yellow sunglasses, and a weird outfit. Since he didn't fit the description of Vash the Stampede which most of it has been replaced with rumors and myths, they didn't fear this man.
"Can't really say how tall he is since we haven't seen him up close. He seemed to be lonely and just wanted to stay that way. Therefore, we have just let him alone," said a local fiftieths man. The blond man came in on a small horse-like creature (forgot what they are called). He seemed to have someone else with him, but they didn't investigate or bother with looking to see if it was actually a person. They concluded it was a bag of supplies because he didn't come out of the tower for at least a week. Still, ever so curious the locals appointed the guard to especially watch that area of the town.
Greetings all! This is one of my first Fanfic, so please shower me with gifts of praise. I would rather have that than flames. This may be drivel to some of those out there, but I put my heart.. or rather this character's heart into making this. Review! And enjoy! Oh, and some of the things may seem odd because this txt won't let me italicize. I know I should go through and fix it, but will for later chappies. I'm just lazy o.o . Sorry for the inconvience, me "special" writer.
Chapter 1
Beginnings
The sun beat down upon a practically non-existent town. With a population of sixty or more people, the town was normally quiet and empty. Most of the folks that lived there didn't come out of their houses. If someone did go out to buy supplies and such the other, "snoopers," would watch them with curiosity from their own windows.
Among the dunes there sat some old unused, decapitated guard towers. Once in a while they would station someone there, but that was in the past. Now there is at least one guard that stands watch until night, then the person switches with another.
There was a fear of a man.. a sixty billion double dollar worth..humanoid typhoon...Vash the Stampede. The fear wasn't so potent as it was when rumors of the man were about. It has been at least seven or more years since the word came.
The town didn't have any visitors being sixty iles from the nearest ghost town. There was plenty of water for those that could, and couldn't afford the "clear gold."
Sure, now there has been a rumor of a new person that has been living in one of the old, abandoned towers. The people in the town decided to let them be just as long as they didn't bother the town or provide any mischief. It seemed to be a man with long blond hair with yellow sunglasses, and a weird outfit. Since he didn't fit the description of Vash the Stampede which most of it has been replaced with rumors and myths, they didn't fear this man.
"Can't really say how tall he is since we haven't seen him up close. He seemed to be lonely and just wanted to stay that way. Therefore, we have just let him alone," said a local fiftieths man. The blond man came in on a small horse-like creature (forgot what they are called). He seemed to have someone else with him, but they didn't investigate or bother with looking to see if it was actually a person. They concluded it was a bag of supplies because he didn't come out of the tower for at least a week. Still, ever so curious the locals appointed the guard to especially watch that area of the town.