Hi, people! Erm…that's really all I have to say. -_-;;; Oh, yeah. HAPPY TODAY!
DISCLAIMER: (I'm copying DarkDragon with this one, but oh well.) Although I do not own G Gundam, I am the proud owner of a Gundam Rose action figure (George…), a Burning Gundam action figure (WEEE! Look at Burning Gundam fly!), a Shadow Gundam mini-action figure (put together by myself), a Gundam Rose mini-action figure (you can tell I like George, right?), the first Mobile Fighter G Gundam Box Set 1 on DVD (Glory hallelujah!), and (this is the last one, I promise) and a DVD version of Princess Mononoke. (Maybe someday I'll get around to writing a PM fic, too.) Oh. And Renee.
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Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Promise of a Rose
Chapter II: Of Gundams, Drinks, and Pop Music
I looked up at my Gundam with a blissful sigh. "The pride of Neo-France," I whispered. "Gundam Rose. Is it not beautiful?" I asked Renee, who was standing beside me.
"I think it's seen better days," she told me with a small smile and leaned forward on the balcony railing.
I turned to glare at her disapprovingly, trying to keep my anger at bay. A knight never acts without dignity, no matter the situation he might be in. "Mademoiselle Renee, both your uncle and I have asked you several times for you to behave yourself," I scolded. Although Renee had the body of a twenty-year-old, I had serious doubts about the mental capability of her mind.
Renee stood up, her hazel eyes flashing. "I can do what I want when I want," she snapped.
"No, I beg to disagree," I said calmly. "If you plan to stay here in Neo-France, I suggest you learn some manners."
The girl grunted and stared at me for a moment of two, contemplating her next move. Finally, a sly smirk crossed her face and her eyes danced mischievously. I took a step back, for it had not taken me long to learn that every time Renee smiled something unwanted—and probably unpleasant—was coming. "Beer?" she asked sweetly, holding out a green bottle in front of her.
I eyed her suspiciously. "No thank you, mademoiselle. I prefer wine." I backed up further until I was cornered against the balcony edge.
"Aw, ya sure ya don't want some?" Renee asked.
"Yes, quite sure," I replied hesitantly. I was too busy worrying about my own safety to notice that Raymond's niece was lightly shaking the beer bottle.
"Maybe Gundam Rose wants some," Renee laughed through a fit of giggles. I stood, mouth agape in horror, as Renee opened the flask of beer. The liquor flew through the air, spraying everything in its path, including me, and, more importantly, Gundam Rose.
My face clouded over in anger. "Wonderful. Renee Bishop, I think I finally have a job for you. I want this balcony cleaned up and the Gundam Rose spotless. You have two hours before I arrange your flight home." With that, I walked inside, leaving Renee speechless. That certainly made me feel better, I thought and strolled off to change into dryer clothes.
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I never really figured out why I acted like a two-year-old bitch when I was around George. Guess I just liked watching him fume at me. But now I mentally cursed myself for behaving like a brat. I looked up helplessly at the Rose. Why do Gundams have to be so damn big? I moaned to myself. I jumped over the balcony and landed neatly on Gundam Rose's left arm. Unfortunately, the arm was slippery with beer and I slipped, landing with a loud thud! in the Gundam's hand. This was going to be harder than I thought…
Eventually I figured out a way to clean the damn thing. It took almost all of the time, and as I glanced at my watch I noticed I had only 15 minutes to get the balcony clean and, as George would most likely say, "spotless." I looked around wildly and spotted a mop. I filled a bucket with water, accidentally spilling some on myself. Crap! Why does water have to be so damn cold?! I thought in frustration as I hauled the bucket over to the spill I had caused. Despite my worries, I was finished with time to spare. With another glance at my watch, I just had time to arrange myself in a carefree position before George strode in.
He looked at me in surprise. "Are you finished?"
"Course, Frenchie. Whacha think?" I asked. I saw his eyes flash at his new nickname. Don't worry, Frenchie, I got more where that came from. I thought smugly.
"I honestly didn't think that you would do it." George admitted. I snorted.
"Bet it would have been a relief for you, eh, Frenchie?" I asked with a smirk. His eyes flashed again.
"Just make sure the Gundam Rose is working properly please." He said and walked away. My uncle emerged from the shadows.
"You try his patience, Renee," he told me.
"I never woulda thought," I said sarcastically.
"When did you meet Master Chibodee?" he asked suddenly.
"Eh? Good ol' Chib-chan? I never met up him. I read 'bout him." I explained.
"You get like this from reading about him? Renee, you're hopeless." Raymond said with a sigh.
"I know. How d'you think he'll like 'Preppy Priss'?" I asked thoughtfully. Uncle threw up his hands and walked away. With a mischievous grin, I got to work on checking the Rose.
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I tried to walk away from the scene with as much dignity as I could muster. 'Frenchie'? How could she?! But I didn't send her home. She had completed the task, after all, and I never went back on my word. But…it was just so…so…degrading! 'Frenchie'? I repeated again. I decided to practice my fencing and relieve some anger. I now knew that she had a very large mental capacity, but now I doubted her maturity. No, I doubted that from the beginning. This…nickname…confirmed it. As I silently fumed, Marie-Louise was able to surprise me.
"George?" she asked. I momentarily froze, then answered.
"Yes, Marie-Louise?"
"You do remember that there is a party tonight?" she asked, worried.
"Y—yes, of course. How could I forget?" I said uneasily. This was NOT good.
"Good. I just want you to make sure the new girl has something to wear. Maybe…I hope you can take care of it."
"Of course, Miss Marie-Louise."
"I'll leave it to you then. I must finish organizing the party." Marie-Louise said and walked away. The palms of my hands started to sweat. How am I supposed to find a suitable dress for Renee by this evening? I hope Raymond is up to a new errand. I thought and went to find Raymond.
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I was just checking the Rose Bits when my uncle came up to me.
"Renee, there's going to be a formal party tonight. George has instructed me to help you find a suitable gown for the occasion." He said. My eyes widened.
" 'Gown'? You honestly expect me to wear a dress? Can't I just lock myself in my room or something?" I asked pleadingly. I hated formality.
"That is an—appealing—possibility. Unfortunately, George gave me explicit orders to find you a dress for the occasion." Raymond said, somewhat regretfully. I knew why. He'd seen me at formal 'gatherings.' I disgraced myself, embarrassed myself, made a fool of myself…and utterly shamed myself. And that was just me. I could go into what I did to my family, but that'd take too long.
"Fine. But…" I shivered. "I'd rather stay in my room."
Finally we set off for the mall. I loved shopping, but having to shop for a dress seriously daunted my spirits. We got to a formal-wear shop and stepped in. I immediately sprinted for the black dresses. The only sister that talked to me (and she didn't anymore, mind you) said I looked flattering in black—whatever that means. I sorted through the dresses until I found a low-cut, short, virtually-no-back, gold-embroidered dress. I showed it to Uncle.
"Renee," he said, "put that dress back this instant."
I smirked and dashed for the dressing-room. This might not be so bad after all, I thought maliciously. I stripped and put on the dress. I walked out and showed it to Raymond. His jaw dropped as low as physically possible.
"Do you like it?" I asked self-consciously. I played with the split short sleeves.
"You cannot, under any circumstances, wear that dress to the party." Raymond said defiantly. I grinned.
10 minutes later, we walked out of the store. Guess which dress we had? Next we stopped at a jewelry shop. I looked around and finally decided on a topaz-studded set of bracelet, earrings and choker-like necklace. I dropped into a Sears on the way and bought a beautiful gold shawl and black boots that zipped up in the side and had 5-inch heels. Now we were done. On the way back to the palace, I saw a liquor store. Ohhh, idea…
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I watched as Renee and Raymond passed me on the way up. I got an uneasy feeling when I saw that glint in her eye and saw her smile at me. I also noticed the extra bags that didn't have any store logo on them. I got a distinctly unsettled feeling, but dismissed it. She wouldn't seriously think of pulling a prank in a formal party, would she?
I walked into the ballroom. Surveying the scene I mentally complemented Marie-Louise on her skills at organizing the party. To the left of the room there were the refreshments and snacks. To the right and back was the seating. In the middle was the dance floor. To the left and right of the stairs I was on the orchestra played. I smiled, forgetting my earlier troubles as I listened to the music. I walked over to the champagne and poured myself a glass. I noticed a slightly bitter aftertaste, but I dismissed it. Marie-Louise came up beside me and served herself a glass of punch. She took a sip, and swallowed rather hastily.
"What did they put in the punch?" she asked no one in particular. She took a pack of sugar and upended it into her glass. Taking another sip, she smiled. "That's better."
"How goes the ball?" I asked her.
"Fine," Marie-Louise answered casually. "But I haven't seen the new mechanic yet."
As if on cue, Renee walked in. Marie-Louise's eyes widened and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a short, form-revealing, low-cut black top with short sleeves split so they fell on either side of her arm. There was gold embroidery lining the bottom and sleeves of the dress, and a gold shawl encircled her shoulders. Around her wrist was a gold, topaz-studded bracelet and topaz earrings hung from her ears. A gold, topaz-studded necklace hugged her neck. But what surprised me most were her shoes. She was wearing black zip-up boots with high heels. Very high.
"George, I told you to get her a suitable dress for the occasion." Marie-Louise whispered to me.
"I thought Raymond would know what 'suitable' was." I replied, awed. There was a crowd of men surrounding her immediately. She pushed through them and came up to me.
"May I have this dance…Frenchie?"
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I watched as George's jaw dropped lower than my uncle's had—in other words, it dropped lower than physically possible. I smiled as a bunch of men crowded around me, all asking me to dance. I pushed through them. I wanted to have my first dance with George…before he was drunk from the champagne and punch I…changed. Okay, so I spiked it. I thought it would make the party funner. I walked up to George. I decided to be civil.
"May I have this dance…" I started. Screw civilness. "Frenchie?"
My nickname snapped him out of his—er—whatever he was in. I knew he wouldn't refuse. He honored the 'Code of Chivalry,' Raymond had told me. I had no clue what the hell the 'Code of Chivalry' was, but I was starting to get an idea.
"It…would be a…pleasure." George said. I saw he had trouble getting the last word out. I smirked and grabbed him by the arm, literally hauling him onto the dance floor. The other couples parted for us; I wasn't about to stop. I cued the musicians and they stopped. I nodded to Raymond, my forced accomplice. He pressed a button and all of a sudden music for "Anything But Ordinary" by Avril Lavigne started blaring from the corners of the room where I had set up a stereo system. I giggled hysterically. I tapped the headset that I had taken from my pocket and made sure it was on. Then, at the right time, I began to dance. Then I added my voice.
"Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger
I want to scream, it makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love, is it enough to breathe
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die, somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
To walk within the lines would make my life so boring!
I want to know that I have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet, come now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love, is it enough to breathe
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die, somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
Let down your defenses, use no common sense
If you look you will see that this world is a beautiful, accident, turbulent, succulent, opulent, permanent
No way, I wanna taste it, don't wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby
Is it enough (is it enough), is it enough to breathe
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die, somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
Is it enough, is it enough to die, somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please."
There was a wild applause as I ended my song. Of course, it wasn't my song, but hey! I sang it. Halfway through the song, George had stopped moving, so I had had to pull him along. I thought it looked horrible, but I guess it turned out fine. I smiled once more. I had waited forever to do that, and George…no better person to do this to. After all, who woulda thought of interrupting a ball-like party with a pop song and dance? Yah, okay. I'm evil. And I'm proud of it.
Leaving George stunned, I walked out of the ballroom and onto a balcony to cool down. I giggled as I remembered the look on George's face. He was in for one hell of a night.
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Ookies. Done with that chapter. I'm gonna leave it up to you to think up what else happened that night. ^_^ Basically, everyone who drank the punch and champagne got drunk. Really drunk. Great.
Me wants to thank DarkDragon for writing most of this chapter. You'll see her pop up in all of my stories. ^^ (I love those smillee face thingies!)
I think that's it. Never fear, I'll have more to say next chapter. I think… -_-;;;
L'itraot! (That's 'goodbye' in Hebrew. Not only will I be writing a strange pointless story with no plot whatsoever, but I'm gonna be teachin' you people 'hello' and 'goodbye' in every language and strange form I can think of. BEWARE!)
~* ShadowTide *~
and
~* DarkDragon *~
See? This is the where the story starts getting co-authored! ^_^