Disclaimer: I only own my character, Clair. Any other characters I use in this part belong to Nick and Jhonen Vasquez. With that said, on with the fic!
"...And I just found that so suffocating. Is it any wonder I would flee? To go off in search of a more interesting place? I had access to the technology. In order to escape the bad rap my people have gotten, they developed a device that could change you into whatever you wanted, provided you gave the device the proper information.
So, I took advantage of this technology and headed off to a planet somewhere. Anywhere had to be better than Arepoa!
At first, it seemed I was right. I embraced each new culture for a while, but soon the planet would begin to wear on me, so I would move on to another planet. Eventually, I wound back up on Arepoa, just in time to hear a call for volunteers. Arepoans were being sent to all sorts of different planets to study the different music that might be encountered. I volunteered and was added to the group going to Earth. And there my troubles began....."
Clair had gotten the remote back from GIR and was now rambling on about her different experiences on different planets, unaware of how tense Zim was. The cause of Zim's anxiousness was the 'bad rap' Clair had mentioned. Despite being a rather laidback species, Arepoans are known throughout the galaxy as one of the 5 most dangerous. And now, with one sitting right next to him, chatting as if nothing were wrong, Zim honestly had no idea what to do. He knew he could not let her stay, but he feared the legendary 'Arepoan Wrath.' Thus, he did not dare do anything that might anger her.
"But anyway, down to business, eh?" Clair said, breaking Zim's train of thought. She pushed a few buttons on the remote and changed back to her human form. "As you've probably noticed, I'm Arepoan. And I know that you're Irken. That's the whole reason I'm here. I need your help."
Zim refused to hear her proposal. Since she was back in her human form, he felt bolder. "I will not help a ruthless Arepoan! Out, out of my house!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted uttering them. Although he didn't show it, he was inwardly preparing for great bodily harm, or some horrid torture type of thing. (A/N: Truth by told, he doesn't know what the legendary 'Arepoan Wrath' is. ^_^)
Clair stared at him for a moment, looking hurt, not angry. She started to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she picked up her purse and turned to leave.
"Yes, yes, go." Zim said again, as Clair walked to the door. Again, he regretted saying it. Hopefully, if he was lucky enough, he would still be alive by the end of the night. Just as Clair was about to exit, she turned to him. Zim's blood (or some equivalent thereof) turned to ice.
Her eyes didn't meet his. "I thought you were different." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, she left.
"Good riddance," Zim said, after she had left. "Horrid Arepoan! Thinking she could infiltrate my fortress!" He scowled at the door, as if Clair were still there. Then he went to his lab, congratulating himself on a job well done. A foe expelled, and with no personal harm to himself.
The next day, while Zim was at skool, GIR heard a knock on the door. Not remembering Zim's warnings to keep the door shut, GIR opened it. There, standing on the doorstep, was Clair. "Hi!" GIR exclaimed, then shut the door again.
Clair stood on the doorstep, surprised at what had just happened. She decided to try again, this time ringing the doorbell. Once again, GIR opened the door, and once again, he shut it after saying "Hi." Clair sighed, then opened the door herself. She poked her head through the door and looked around. GIR was nowhere in sight. Noting this, Clair brought in her suitcases and put it down next to the sofa. Soon she
would be settled in quite nicely, she thought, as she surveyed the room. Yes, quite nicely indeed.
Author's notes: Clair is not one to give up easily, as the next chapter will reveal. However, if I don't get reviews (is anyone actually reading this story?), I may choose to discontinue the series. After all, why wrestle with chracter motivations for something no one is going to read. So, it is up to you, the reader, to convince me to continue. And only if you mean it. Please, I don't want a load of fake praise. I just want to know how you feel about this story. Questions, comments, etc. If you have 'em, talk to me. And if there's something you need to talk to me about in real time (hopefully to the benefit of the story, but if you're just bored, that's OK, too), IM me on AIM. My nick is CrimpJo2U.
Anway, as always, review!
"...And I just found that so suffocating. Is it any wonder I would flee? To go off in search of a more interesting place? I had access to the technology. In order to escape the bad rap my people have gotten, they developed a device that could change you into whatever you wanted, provided you gave the device the proper information.
So, I took advantage of this technology and headed off to a planet somewhere. Anywhere had to be better than Arepoa!
At first, it seemed I was right. I embraced each new culture for a while, but soon the planet would begin to wear on me, so I would move on to another planet. Eventually, I wound back up on Arepoa, just in time to hear a call for volunteers. Arepoans were being sent to all sorts of different planets to study the different music that might be encountered. I volunteered and was added to the group going to Earth. And there my troubles began....."
Clair had gotten the remote back from GIR and was now rambling on about her different experiences on different planets, unaware of how tense Zim was. The cause of Zim's anxiousness was the 'bad rap' Clair had mentioned. Despite being a rather laidback species, Arepoans are known throughout the galaxy as one of the 5 most dangerous. And now, with one sitting right next to him, chatting as if nothing were wrong, Zim honestly had no idea what to do. He knew he could not let her stay, but he feared the legendary 'Arepoan Wrath.' Thus, he did not dare do anything that might anger her.
"But anyway, down to business, eh?" Clair said, breaking Zim's train of thought. She pushed a few buttons on the remote and changed back to her human form. "As you've probably noticed, I'm Arepoan. And I know that you're Irken. That's the whole reason I'm here. I need your help."
Zim refused to hear her proposal. Since she was back in her human form, he felt bolder. "I will not help a ruthless Arepoan! Out, out of my house!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted uttering them. Although he didn't show it, he was inwardly preparing for great bodily harm, or some horrid torture type of thing. (A/N: Truth by told, he doesn't know what the legendary 'Arepoan Wrath' is. ^_^)
Clair stared at him for a moment, looking hurt, not angry. She started to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she picked up her purse and turned to leave.
"Yes, yes, go." Zim said again, as Clair walked to the door. Again, he regretted saying it. Hopefully, if he was lucky enough, he would still be alive by the end of the night. Just as Clair was about to exit, she turned to him. Zim's blood (or some equivalent thereof) turned to ice.
Her eyes didn't meet his. "I thought you were different." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, she left.
"Good riddance," Zim said, after she had left. "Horrid Arepoan! Thinking she could infiltrate my fortress!" He scowled at the door, as if Clair were still there. Then he went to his lab, congratulating himself on a job well done. A foe expelled, and with no personal harm to himself.
The next day, while Zim was at skool, GIR heard a knock on the door. Not remembering Zim's warnings to keep the door shut, GIR opened it. There, standing on the doorstep, was Clair. "Hi!" GIR exclaimed, then shut the door again.
Clair stood on the doorstep, surprised at what had just happened. She decided to try again, this time ringing the doorbell. Once again, GIR opened the door, and once again, he shut it after saying "Hi." Clair sighed, then opened the door herself. She poked her head through the door and looked around. GIR was nowhere in sight. Noting this, Clair brought in her suitcases and put it down next to the sofa. Soon she
would be settled in quite nicely, she thought, as she surveyed the room. Yes, quite nicely indeed.
Author's notes: Clair is not one to give up easily, as the next chapter will reveal. However, if I don't get reviews (is anyone actually reading this story?), I may choose to discontinue the series. After all, why wrestle with chracter motivations for something no one is going to read. So, it is up to you, the reader, to convince me to continue. And only if you mean it. Please, I don't want a load of fake praise. I just want to know how you feel about this story. Questions, comments, etc. If you have 'em, talk to me. And if there's something you need to talk to me about in real time (hopefully to the benefit of the story, but if you're just bored, that's OK, too), IM me on AIM. My nick is CrimpJo2U.
Anway, as always, review!