DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN SOUL EATER
How had they managed this mess? Soul, Maka, Kid, the twins Liz and Patty, Tsubaki and her obnoxious miester stood staring flabbergasted at the strange trailer park they had been sent to.
"So whose family is this again?" Soul asked as he eyed the well -defined lady smiling at him. Sad thing was she only had one tooth. Maka twitched beside him as she tried to hide herself into the mixture.
"Maka, I feel so sorry for you. Glad my family aint here." Blackstar laughed. The blonde miester glared at him as she turned to stare at her uncle's neighbor going about his normal routine.
My neighbor, Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off his shirt, he opens up a cold one
Old Carl's bein' a fool
But it takes one to know one
Music's playin' up and down the block
Mostly Christian, Blues, Country, Folk, and Southern Rock
It's our little piece of paradise way out here in the woods
There is always somethin' goin' on down in the trailerhood
"I've lost my dignity here haven't I?" Maka asked as the twins tried to comfort her whilst Tsubaki tried to keep Blackstar and Soul from attacking the busty girl washing a car two houses down. Maka would hate herself for letting Soul do something stupid.
"It's ok Maka; clearly the smart's come from your mother's side of the family." Kid said as his eye twitched toward the poker table.
Across the street there's Gamblin' Jane
Always got the poker game
If you care to try your luck
You can buy a seat for fifteen bucks
You can call the raise, or you can check and fold
Oh, I like Five Card Stud but it's mostly Texas Hold Em'
By the time Liz and Patty calmed down Maka, Kid had run off to play his hand at poker with Maka's uncle and Tsubaki had gone to help the miesters aunt with laundry. As for Soul and Blackstar they basically became wrapped in the trailer parks adolescent boy past time, watching a girl wash a car.
New tattoos and farmer tans, rodeo, and NASCAR fans
Dallas Cowboy football on TV
How Maka could stand staying in this place her father called home she would never understand. But as the storm grew worse and against her better judgment she stayed put. Although her friends had come to stand with her they huddled under the porch as flashes of lighting surrounded them and the wind picked up.
"Storms a comin! Get your things ready!" her uncle called. All at once the small park seemed to gather their things.
When the storm starts gettin' bad
you hear those sirens hummin'
grab a six-pack and a lawn chair
there's a tornado comin'
I got'er made in the shade
with a moonshine lemonade
There's always a party goin' on down in the trailerhood
The small group of Shibusen students feared for their lives. This crazy secret society was nuts. Who the hell chained their things out side during a freaking tornado?
"Maka, if you go this crazy I will leave you. I have enough crazy people surrounding me as it is." Soul hissed as he eyed the remains of the trailer park.
"Agreed, I won't go crazy." Maka replied as her family and neighbors put back their lives and continued their day as if nothing had happened, oblivious to the tattered ruins around them. To the Shibusen group this place was wackier than any kishin.
