Well aside from the usual support from busteranger I got two comments(YAY) `they were slight jabs though(FUCK YOU PEOPLE) but were constructive none the less(yay?) and I feel like I can improve the story because of them (Who are you and where is ghost?) I will address both of them in the footnote, which might be very long due to the fact that both comments were long as fuck. Wolfe14 got grounded I guess (We don't fucking know) so the comments are from the voices in my head! (Why are we excited) Anyways Wolfe14 doesn't have his keyboard. So no editor for me I guess (Our grammar sucks ass anyways). Also when I address the comments, to save space I will copy n' paste the comment and then and comment inside of it using parenthesis (Like this) Here we go….( oh Jesus not this shit again) By the way this symbol "*" will indicate an intentional misspelling, pronounce it how it sounds, if there is any confusion please let me know.
Take it Easy-Neo-First Person.
I yet again snuck into Beacon. I didn't buttfuck anyone with pink plastic. I used my semblance to walk right in the gate. I don't know why I didn't do that earlier. I walked down the path to the main group of buildings and noticed something black in the treeline, so me being curious in nature I walked over to it. It was the black duffel bag with the stun gun and rope. I must have dropped it while running. I buried the bag under some leaves and continued towards the dorm buildings. I went into the same dorm building as before. I saw some happy looking blonde girl standing on her tip toes talking to a much bigger blonde boy in the lobby. The girl had dirty blonde hair was about 5'3". She was in black sweatpants with the word "Aeropostale" in fancy pink writing on the right calf. She wore a light blue shirt that also said "Aeropostale" on it right across the chest interrupted by a deep v neck in the shirt. The boy was about 5'10". He was wearing a dark jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He was also wearing dark jeans and a dirty pair of Adidas high tops.
"No no no, an alpaca could totally be the president." the boy said. He was probably high.
"Ok." The girl said with an ear to ear smile giving two thumbs up. What the fuck was she, the cheshire cat?
"Yupo." The boy replied. He was definitely high. I walked past them after I caught myself staring. I didn't need to read the plaque again, I knew what room I was looking for. I went up to the third floor and over to the 15th room. As I rounded the corner a younger girl was exiting the room. I didn't get a good look at her because I was trying to look away in case she recognized me. When she left I sprinted over and caught the door just before it could close. I went into the room. It was totally empty. Or so I thought. I walked into the room and looked around for the notebook and pencil. I found them under a bed. I yet again cleanly tore out a piece of paper. I was about to start writing before I heard a door. I was about to jump under a bed but apparently I was too slow.
"Neo?" The voice had said. I turned around and saw Yang wrapped in a towel coming out of a steam filled separate room, presumably a bathroom.
"It is you Neo, oh my god I have so much to say. Stay right here let me get dressed. She turned to go back to the bathroom before we heard voices from down the hall. They were muffled so I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Oh shit, get in here." Yang said grabbing my arm a pushing me into the bathroom, she then walked in and locked the door behind us. I heard the door open in the next room.
"Yang, Yang are you in here? Well if you are we are leaving the ibuprofen on the table, we got to get back to class." One girl hollered into the room.
"Hey Blake why is your notebook out?" The other girl asked.
"I don't know, grab it for me will you please?" The one apparently known as Blake said.
"Fine." The other girl said. After the door shut, Yang shoved me into a shower.
"Stay in here don't peak." She said closing the curtain.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I have to change." She said. Following her directions I stayed put and didn't peak. That's not to say I didn't want to.
"Ok so let's start with how you got in here." She said.
"Well I used my semblance, which is creating illusions, to sneak past security and then some little girl was leaving the room and I caught the door." I explained.
"Oh that must have been Ruby. So I know in your last letter you said you wanted to see me again but why? We fought and then you knocked me out. You could have just said that you were sorry, but instead you wanted to see me." She said.
"Well I realized that you were a really good person and I thought I might need someone like you around me to rebuild my life." I said.
"That's a good point, so I say we go get lunch." She said.
"It's like ten thirty." I said.
"Yeah, but I'm huungray*" She said opening the curtain smiling.
"Ok, so where should we go?" I asked.
"Well that's the issue, I don't want anyone seeing you until I can explain and create a bullshit story for you that doesn't have you instantly hated so, go here and I'll meet you there in 15 mins. K?" She explained handing me a piece of paper with an address on it.
"Okay." I said. So I left the room and headed down the elevator, the two kids from before were still in the lobby. Now they were sitting in the corner looking at something on a phone.
"See llamas don't actually look like Obama." The boy said. Yup still baked.
"So what's with the Barack O'llama thing?" The girl said confused.
"It's an internet meme." The boy said.
"What's the internet?" The girl asked. I facepalmed. This girl didn't know about the internet. How sheltered was she? Anyways I left before I could get too enthralled in the conversation. I walked out the gate using my semblance again. I looked at the address and thought about finding it in a glorious adventure. I then decided it was too fucking far so I hailed a cab gave him the address and payed him using money I pickpocketed from the fare he dropped to pick me up. So I walked into the restaurant and scanned the crowd. I didn't see Yang so I found an empty booth and waited for her. She showed up not thirty seconds later. I tried to make myself noticeable without drawing too much attention. She eventually found me and sat down just as the waiter had arrived.
"We need a few seconds to look over the menu." Yang said sitting down.
"Yes, of course." The waiter said in a Scottish accent.
"So how did you get here before me?" She asked.
"I used a taxi." I said smiling.
"Well I used my bike. Damnit I should have used the NOS." She said.
"Hey I have a secret." I said.
"Sure, go ahead."
"But first I have to ask how's that Annular Discharge Fogger Nozzle working out for you?" I asked, giving it away.
"Pretty good actually….Wait a sec how do you know about that." She said coming to a realization mid-sentence.
"I was in the shop that night." I said.
"Wow, I knew I saw something. She said.
"Well it was me."
"Well isn't that interesting. Are you the one who killed Jeff?"
"Yeah, he pulled a gun on me." I said getting depressed about who I used to be.
"Oh, well that was the old you. Besides if someone pulled a gun on me I would totally kill a motherfucka."
"Well I'm not proud of it, anyways I was thinking since all I have had a Chance to do for the past ten years is kill. Maybe you can help me get back into society." I said.
"I would love to." Yang said.
This is short, sorry I wanted to post and I had a shit ton of distractions today. So um the comments I guess. This is the one I want to address."Imma be honest.(Not a good start) This stuff... its complete sh*t(Mom?). 100% concentrated, undiluted (Synonyms!)sh*t(Are you really going to censor). However, considering sh*ts and giggles seems to be what your(You're*) going for here(That's not what your mom said)... and you are doing a fine damn good (Grammar how use)job thus far, the rest doesn't matter now, does it(You don't matter)?hehe(You laugh weird). I mean, grammatically, your pretty on point(Holy fuck really, thank you spell check!), and you really don't seem to be givin to much of a f*ck(Zero fucks given) about the presentation and whatnot all that jazz(Powerpoint presentation? could you be more vague), soooo, i(Your I's should be capitalized) figure to hell with it(Jesus once told me that about religion)? It works(At mcdonalds maybe)seriously, even the out of story stuff(Like what...Ohh butterfly). i(YOUR I'S) usually skip A/N's after the first couple chaps(Really? Well fuck you to then), but youve actually managed to make me(Too much effort) want to for fear("for fear"? Am I vader?)of missing a good crack(Crack is good, I prefer pot though) or two(Only two), a nice warm up for the chaps(I was using to fuck chicks) , and its damn funny(No it's not)! And that's what matters(Ok?). Don't change a thing(Really I thought it was shit). keep the laughs rolling(I don't wanna roll), i'll (YOUR FUCKING I's)keep reading(Or get hit by a truck). -(undisclosed asshole) JK about that asshole part (Not really) So tell me what you think of me answering comments like this. Song Lyric is from "Slow Ride" by Foghat. 'till next time go fuck yourselves you psycho nazi midget prostitutes.(JK-ish) By the way the whole Author's cut thing still stands. It gets funny.