Hi! I'm here! Lady E. !!!
Alright, this is one of my first try stories. It's already rewritten, but I
dunno yet under which title I'll post the second version. But since there's
not much of a plot yet, it can all still change. just gimme ideas and I'll
see what I'm capable of.
Okay, now give this story a try! Here we go:
~*Psycho Chicks*~
by ~*Lady Espelle*~
(I'm open for any better title.)
It was late at night and you couldn't see much through the shadows that hang through the trees of the city park. Some creatures of the night were heard and the scene had something scaring about it. Then, out of a sudden a scream was heard. "Fuck! You dumbass! That's mine! Hand it over before I have to go and get it from you!" Somewhere between the trees a fire could be made out, and a few people around it. For someone who came along it might have looked strange, but that didn't matter to the group that had its fun there. They all had their weird reputations, in fact it didn't bother them anymore what people thought. They understood ( or in some cases just accepted ) the weirdness of the others and that was all that mattered.
"Why should I hand it over? I like this drink!" Pyro shouted, while running around the fire with a bottle of cream liqueur, a girl that looked around 18 racing after him. Pyro had his name from his strange hairstyle. It might have been shoulder long but stood upwards from his head and it had a firey/purple colour. He looked about 19 years old. "Come on Crazy, what's your problem? You can have some of my beer!" he suggested while jumping over a line of boxes where some of the gang were sitting on. "No way! I bought this, because I don't like drinking beer, so give it to me or you'll have to go get something new for me!" shouted the quite angry girl that dashed after him to get her bottle back. She had hair that ended an inch over her shoulder and it was divided by a side parting and its colours changed from gold blond, over chestnut brown, to a warm red, and some violet. The many different strands gave a weird but still good looking effect. Her hair framed her face and on the left side it was put behind her ear to show off the three earrings that went up her ear. They were white pearls.
It was a nice place here. They all knew that most of the people thankfully stayed away from this place! First because it was somewhere deep in the woods of the park and you could merely find it, second because there were many rumours of this place because of the people that hung out here. 'FREAKS' was an often used word and even if it might surprise some people, the gang itself spread out this name for themselves. Yeah, for the public they seemed simply like freaks and they didn't mind it. It gave them their privacy and the people they didn't like had quite some respect for them (mostly because they were afraid of the consequences of annoying the freaks too much). Through all of this rumours nobody seemed to notice that they were humans, too, and that they could be really friendly among the others of the gang. The only thing they expected in return was that you hadn't any prejudices. And among these people, you could clearly see real friendship. They did everything to help the others. 'Curly' for example ( a girl with [guess it] curly hair that had every week another colour and fell just a half inch under her ears ) had quite some stress with her parents. In fact she 'forgot' every once in a week to go home. Then the others always took her with them to sleep. 'Typz' lived in the worst part of the town and his mom barely came around with the little money she got. So he got from time to time a little criminal. But that brought him a huge amount of notes in his file. So it came that when he got caught, somebody of the group helped him and stood up for him. And so it went for the whole group.
Crazy was the youngest in the group, 'cause even if she looked like 18 and perhaps older, she was just 15 years old. She didn't get caught as much as the others, but she was one of the most criminal of the group, for she was a legend as a hacker and a thief. And she and her friend Squeaky (Squeaky was 16 and had hair that ended at the half of her ears. Its colour was black at the downside and blond at the upper side, what gave a quite cool effect) had definitely the weirdest story of all of them, for they weren't from this dimension. They had lived normal teenager lives till they suddenly woke up one morning somewhere in this new dimension. Soon they learned the language that was spoken here. Now the two shared a small apartment and went to school in the morning and worked in the evening. Squeaky first got a job as waitress and Crazy worked at a garage. But Crazy also made up some viruses and other hacker programs and sold them for quite some money. Now the two of them had their own nightclub (It's called 'Shattered Crystal') that first ran with the money of Crazy's computer work. Crazy was really good and had quite some reputation among computer specialists. But of course no one knew that the genius behind the pseudonym 'Shadow's Angel' was a 15 year old girl. But for minor great ideas she also used other names like 'Burning goddess' or 'Astra rose'. That were measures she took that the police wouldn't get too obsessed with finding her. But all in all life went well for the two friends. But no one of the group knew about their little secret. Of course they knew there was something going on, but if the two wouldn't talk about it, neither of them would ask. They just accepted it.
This night they were in the woods with their friends and had a little party. They had made the little place very comfortable. And it was some kind of meeting point for the group. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning by now, but no one cared about it, not the group, not the citizens, not even the police. But after looking on her watch, Squeaky suddenly shouted out over the clearing to Crazy: "Yo, Crazy, time to leave!" Crazy stopped in mid step and looked over to her friend in confusion. Yeah, tomorrow was school, but that didn't bother them, 'cause after some litres coffee they always made the day somehow. What had she forgotten? Squeaky could visibly see the thoughts of her best friend wander through her head. After all they knew each other all too well. And she didn't mind explaining: "Remember? We talked about it! We have to clean the club, because there are these guys from the city coming tomorrow to check if everything is in order! And no! You can't just play truant through school! There's a test over three hours tomorrow!" Crazy's face got a really silly look at the mention of these things. Truly to be told, Squeaky was her better half. She would have simply forgotten about the inspection and the test. Squeaky was her little personal notebook. She remembered the dates for both of them. She also made most of the housework. And if there was need, she had most likely the homework to copy, too. Therefore Crazy handled the things with the departments, helped her sometimes in school ( for Squeaky was the one who always paid attention, but never got it, and Crazy was the one who never paid attention, but always got it ), and was always the little psychiatrist in their friendship. All in all they came along well with it.
After they said good bye to everybody (with those little kisses, you know?) they went through the wood to the next street where Crazy's motorcycle stood. It was all pitch black. Crazy took out her keys, took the two black helmets and gave one to Squeaky. She usually didn't use a helmet, but now she had drunk and even if the streets were empty, she would equalize it with speeding up. Soon they were on their way and shot through the streets of Satan city.
So, watcha thinkin'? Write on or delete? I think I have somewhere another chapter of this. I'll through myself now just into the heap of files and scripts and will search for the next chappy. Ja ne! See ya soon.
Lady Espelle Traîtresse Suave le Fay a.k.a. K.T. le Fay
~*Psycho Chicks*~
by ~*Lady Espelle*~
(I'm open for any better title.)
It was late at night and you couldn't see much through the shadows that hang through the trees of the city park. Some creatures of the night were heard and the scene had something scaring about it. Then, out of a sudden a scream was heard. "Fuck! You dumbass! That's mine! Hand it over before I have to go and get it from you!" Somewhere between the trees a fire could be made out, and a few people around it. For someone who came along it might have looked strange, but that didn't matter to the group that had its fun there. They all had their weird reputations, in fact it didn't bother them anymore what people thought. They understood ( or in some cases just accepted ) the weirdness of the others and that was all that mattered.
"Why should I hand it over? I like this drink!" Pyro shouted, while running around the fire with a bottle of cream liqueur, a girl that looked around 18 racing after him. Pyro had his name from his strange hairstyle. It might have been shoulder long but stood upwards from his head and it had a firey/purple colour. He looked about 19 years old. "Come on Crazy, what's your problem? You can have some of my beer!" he suggested while jumping over a line of boxes where some of the gang were sitting on. "No way! I bought this, because I don't like drinking beer, so give it to me or you'll have to go get something new for me!" shouted the quite angry girl that dashed after him to get her bottle back. She had hair that ended an inch over her shoulder and it was divided by a side parting and its colours changed from gold blond, over chestnut brown, to a warm red, and some violet. The many different strands gave a weird but still good looking effect. Her hair framed her face and on the left side it was put behind her ear to show off the three earrings that went up her ear. They were white pearls.
It was a nice place here. They all knew that most of the people thankfully stayed away from this place! First because it was somewhere deep in the woods of the park and you could merely find it, second because there were many rumours of this place because of the people that hung out here. 'FREAKS' was an often used word and even if it might surprise some people, the gang itself spread out this name for themselves. Yeah, for the public they seemed simply like freaks and they didn't mind it. It gave them their privacy and the people they didn't like had quite some respect for them (mostly because they were afraid of the consequences of annoying the freaks too much). Through all of this rumours nobody seemed to notice that they were humans, too, and that they could be really friendly among the others of the gang. The only thing they expected in return was that you hadn't any prejudices. And among these people, you could clearly see real friendship. They did everything to help the others. 'Curly' for example ( a girl with [guess it] curly hair that had every week another colour and fell just a half inch under her ears ) had quite some stress with her parents. In fact she 'forgot' every once in a week to go home. Then the others always took her with them to sleep. 'Typz' lived in the worst part of the town and his mom barely came around with the little money she got. So he got from time to time a little criminal. But that brought him a huge amount of notes in his file. So it came that when he got caught, somebody of the group helped him and stood up for him. And so it went for the whole group.
Crazy was the youngest in the group, 'cause even if she looked like 18 and perhaps older, she was just 15 years old. She didn't get caught as much as the others, but she was one of the most criminal of the group, for she was a legend as a hacker and a thief. And she and her friend Squeaky (Squeaky was 16 and had hair that ended at the half of her ears. Its colour was black at the downside and blond at the upper side, what gave a quite cool effect) had definitely the weirdest story of all of them, for they weren't from this dimension. They had lived normal teenager lives till they suddenly woke up one morning somewhere in this new dimension. Soon they learned the language that was spoken here. Now the two shared a small apartment and went to school in the morning and worked in the evening. Squeaky first got a job as waitress and Crazy worked at a garage. But Crazy also made up some viruses and other hacker programs and sold them for quite some money. Now the two of them had their own nightclub (It's called 'Shattered Crystal') that first ran with the money of Crazy's computer work. Crazy was really good and had quite some reputation among computer specialists. But of course no one knew that the genius behind the pseudonym 'Shadow's Angel' was a 15 year old girl. But for minor great ideas she also used other names like 'Burning goddess' or 'Astra rose'. That were measures she took that the police wouldn't get too obsessed with finding her. But all in all life went well for the two friends. But no one of the group knew about their little secret. Of course they knew there was something going on, but if the two wouldn't talk about it, neither of them would ask. They just accepted it.
This night they were in the woods with their friends and had a little party. They had made the little place very comfortable. And it was some kind of meeting point for the group. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning by now, but no one cared about it, not the group, not the citizens, not even the police. But after looking on her watch, Squeaky suddenly shouted out over the clearing to Crazy: "Yo, Crazy, time to leave!" Crazy stopped in mid step and looked over to her friend in confusion. Yeah, tomorrow was school, but that didn't bother them, 'cause after some litres coffee they always made the day somehow. What had she forgotten? Squeaky could visibly see the thoughts of her best friend wander through her head. After all they knew each other all too well. And she didn't mind explaining: "Remember? We talked about it! We have to clean the club, because there are these guys from the city coming tomorrow to check if everything is in order! And no! You can't just play truant through school! There's a test over three hours tomorrow!" Crazy's face got a really silly look at the mention of these things. Truly to be told, Squeaky was her better half. She would have simply forgotten about the inspection and the test. Squeaky was her little personal notebook. She remembered the dates for both of them. She also made most of the housework. And if there was need, she had most likely the homework to copy, too. Therefore Crazy handled the things with the departments, helped her sometimes in school ( for Squeaky was the one who always paid attention, but never got it, and Crazy was the one who never paid attention, but always got it ), and was always the little psychiatrist in their friendship. All in all they came along well with it.
After they said good bye to everybody (with those little kisses, you know?) they went through the wood to the next street where Crazy's motorcycle stood. It was all pitch black. Crazy took out her keys, took the two black helmets and gave one to Squeaky. She usually didn't use a helmet, but now she had drunk and even if the streets were empty, she would equalize it with speeding up. Soon they were on their way and shot through the streets of Satan city.
So, watcha thinkin'? Write on or delete? I think I have somewhere another chapter of this. I'll through myself now just into the heap of files and scripts and will search for the next chappy. Ja ne! See ya soon.
Lady Espelle Traîtresse Suave le Fay a.k.a. K.T. le Fay