Newsbreak: Meet Dave
Ryoga and Carla sat down at the table, turning on the computer.
Carla pushed her chair in front of it. "Do you want to get the food or should I?"
"Maybe it's better if you do it." He stayed in his seat.
"Okay, I'll go get it. Can I have the money?" He nodded, handing it over.
'Damn, American girls act fast! She's not shy at all!' He looked at the screen.
Newsbreak-
In Vancouver, Canada, there have been random outbreaks of people turning into animals. As of now, the people of the world are to look out for this man:
The picture was of a young Asian man with sunglasses. The article continued.
The confusion is also now being reported in China. Many suspect he may be headed to a random city in America.
Carla came back. "Isn't that sick? I heard it on the news this morning. Weird, huh, how people are just allowed to practice voodoo crap like that."
Ryoga wasn't listening to her. He clicked 'Print', then chose the 'Read in other languages: Japanese' button and printed that too.
"Shit." he muttered as he read it.
"Can you read that?" Carla asked.
"Uh?! N-no, I just wanted to learn how. That's why I printed both." Which was half-true.
"You can find the craziest stuff online, huh?" Carla added. Ryoga nodded, typing in 'Jusenkyo Springs' in the search caption.
The site came up, but it was in Chinese. "How do I translate this?"
"Um. Hit this button. If the option's available, you can change it around. He tried it. She went up for the drinks.
"Japanese." he mumbled, clicking it. The page reloaded.
Registered Guests: New! Curses!
Map of Springs
Saotome's Daily Log: New!
A History of the Springs
Tragic Tales of Springs
He clicked the curses slot. Sure enough, it brought up a page of pictures, ages when cursed, what they turned into with a picture to identify them, their home addresses and a short history of each person and how they were cursed.
His picture. Damn it all. Damn it all to friggin' hell. But it was there, from distinguishing characteristics to his poor sense of direction, how Ranma pushed him in the pool by accident, his home address.
He found a piece of paper and wrote it down in case he ever needed a taxi.
Damn! Even his parents' names and occupations!
Carla came back. "Hey, that's you." He nodded. "Yeah. It was some contest thing they had in one town I lived in."
"They're all Asian," she noticed as she scrolled up and down the page. "What was it for?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I'm not really sure. Basically, they grabbed all these people of different minority groups and took their pictures, asked a few questions, and told us they'd let us know if we'd won." He scrolled back up to his. "I can't really read this too well, but I know what the pictures mean."
"What?"
"The contest was what we were most likely to be."
"And they picked a pig for you?" she laughed.
"Well, the voting was a little slanted. And hey, it's just a game. I mean, look at this guy, he ended up as a girl."
"Does this site come in English?"
Ryoga shook his head no. "But if you can read Chinese."
"No."
"Then we're equal," he said calmly, printing up the pages. He hit all the links around the site, printing them all.
"Are you gong to try and translate them or something?"
"Yeah, sort of. I need to buy a dictionary first. Let's eat, then can you take me to the bookstore?"
"Sure, I guess. But you never did tell me- What's your name?"
"My name? It's. Er." He looked around, searching. He saw the famous 'Dave Thomas Memorial Banner' from Wendy's and replied, "It's Dave. Dave Hibiki."
-Note- It was the most logical name from a restaurant besides Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders, both of whom aren't represented by big posters with names. Besides, Dave used to be cool. I can promise 100% it has nothing to do with the fact that my brother who asked me to write this name's Dave, it's just a coincidence I noticed as I typed in the second 'I' in 'Hibiki'.
No, it has nothing to do with the fact that my Dad's name is Dave, either. .Both my dads'.-End note-
"Dave, huh?" Ryoga shrugged.
"Doesn't go well with the family name, huh?"
Carla laughed. "No, it doesn't. So, is your family from Japan or China?"
"My father's from Japan, I take after him. My mom's from, um." Again he looked around, this time spotting KFC. ".Kentucky," he lied. "I've never been to either, though."
"Wow! Can you speak any?"
"Not much. Some useful stuff. 'Hi'. 'Bye'. 'Thanks'. I'll kill you, pervert'. 'Hey, I'm American'. 'Is that Ramen or soba?' 'What time is it?' You know, simple things."
"'I'll kill you, pervert'?"
"My dad used to yell it at the mailman. I never really wanted to learn. I like it here in Hershey."
"But you're new in town."
"Yeah, just moved from. Mexico," he said in response to the 'Special! Mexican Pizza 99¢!' ad next to Taco Cabaña.
"Oh? And you don't know Spanish?" Ryoga blushed.
'Damn these lies! But I wanted this. I want her to think I'm American.'
"None at all. English is tough enough. Took written languages in school to pass."
"How long were you there?"
"Two weeks," he admitted. He'd meant to find the corner store for some dog food, but ended up with some odd meat he didn't want to touch, let alone take back home and feed to his pets.
"Dad in the military?"
He nodded, gathering all his printed pages. "Let's go get that dictionary."
"Wait, if you're not interested in learning to speak it, why do you want to write it?"
"Codes. You know, leave messages no one can read." She nodded. "Useful. Why not some other one, though?" "Well. I gotta admit, I do kinda wanna read some of my dad's books and shit." he lied again, finding it was coming along pretty easily with all the signs and t-shirts he could read and make up a story with.
Ryoga and Carla sat down at the table, turning on the computer.
Carla pushed her chair in front of it. "Do you want to get the food or should I?"
"Maybe it's better if you do it." He stayed in his seat.
"Okay, I'll go get it. Can I have the money?" He nodded, handing it over.
'Damn, American girls act fast! She's not shy at all!' He looked at the screen.
Newsbreak-
In Vancouver, Canada, there have been random outbreaks of people turning into animals. As of now, the people of the world are to look out for this man:
The picture was of a young Asian man with sunglasses. The article continued.
The confusion is also now being reported in China. Many suspect he may be headed to a random city in America.
Carla came back. "Isn't that sick? I heard it on the news this morning. Weird, huh, how people are just allowed to practice voodoo crap like that."
Ryoga wasn't listening to her. He clicked 'Print', then chose the 'Read in other languages: Japanese' button and printed that too.
"Shit." he muttered as he read it.
"Can you read that?" Carla asked.
"Uh?! N-no, I just wanted to learn how. That's why I printed both." Which was half-true.
"You can find the craziest stuff online, huh?" Carla added. Ryoga nodded, typing in 'Jusenkyo Springs' in the search caption.
The site came up, but it was in Chinese. "How do I translate this?"
"Um. Hit this button. If the option's available, you can change it around. He tried it. She went up for the drinks.
"Japanese." he mumbled, clicking it. The page reloaded.
Registered Guests: New! Curses!
Map of Springs
Saotome's Daily Log: New!
A History of the Springs
Tragic Tales of Springs
He clicked the curses slot. Sure enough, it brought up a page of pictures, ages when cursed, what they turned into with a picture to identify them, their home addresses and a short history of each person and how they were cursed.
His picture. Damn it all. Damn it all to friggin' hell. But it was there, from distinguishing characteristics to his poor sense of direction, how Ranma pushed him in the pool by accident, his home address.
He found a piece of paper and wrote it down in case he ever needed a taxi.
Damn! Even his parents' names and occupations!
Carla came back. "Hey, that's you." He nodded. "Yeah. It was some contest thing they had in one town I lived in."
"They're all Asian," she noticed as she scrolled up and down the page. "What was it for?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I'm not really sure. Basically, they grabbed all these people of different minority groups and took their pictures, asked a few questions, and told us they'd let us know if we'd won." He scrolled back up to his. "I can't really read this too well, but I know what the pictures mean."
"What?"
"The contest was what we were most likely to be."
"And they picked a pig for you?" she laughed.
"Well, the voting was a little slanted. And hey, it's just a game. I mean, look at this guy, he ended up as a girl."
"Does this site come in English?"
Ryoga shook his head no. "But if you can read Chinese."
"No."
"Then we're equal," he said calmly, printing up the pages. He hit all the links around the site, printing them all.
"Are you gong to try and translate them or something?"
"Yeah, sort of. I need to buy a dictionary first. Let's eat, then can you take me to the bookstore?"
"Sure, I guess. But you never did tell me- What's your name?"
"My name? It's. Er." He looked around, searching. He saw the famous 'Dave Thomas Memorial Banner' from Wendy's and replied, "It's Dave. Dave Hibiki."
-Note- It was the most logical name from a restaurant besides Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders, both of whom aren't represented by big posters with names. Besides, Dave used to be cool. I can promise 100% it has nothing to do with the fact that my brother who asked me to write this name's Dave, it's just a coincidence I noticed as I typed in the second 'I' in 'Hibiki'.
No, it has nothing to do with the fact that my Dad's name is Dave, either. .Both my dads'.-End note-
"Dave, huh?" Ryoga shrugged.
"Doesn't go well with the family name, huh?"
Carla laughed. "No, it doesn't. So, is your family from Japan or China?"
"My father's from Japan, I take after him. My mom's from, um." Again he looked around, this time spotting KFC. ".Kentucky," he lied. "I've never been to either, though."
"Wow! Can you speak any?"
"Not much. Some useful stuff. 'Hi'. 'Bye'. 'Thanks'. I'll kill you, pervert'. 'Hey, I'm American'. 'Is that Ramen or soba?' 'What time is it?' You know, simple things."
"'I'll kill you, pervert'?"
"My dad used to yell it at the mailman. I never really wanted to learn. I like it here in Hershey."
"But you're new in town."
"Yeah, just moved from. Mexico," he said in response to the 'Special! Mexican Pizza 99¢!' ad next to Taco Cabaña.
"Oh? And you don't know Spanish?" Ryoga blushed.
'Damn these lies! But I wanted this. I want her to think I'm American.'
"None at all. English is tough enough. Took written languages in school to pass."
"How long were you there?"
"Two weeks," he admitted. He'd meant to find the corner store for some dog food, but ended up with some odd meat he didn't want to touch, let alone take back home and feed to his pets.
"Dad in the military?"
He nodded, gathering all his printed pages. "Let's go get that dictionary."
"Wait, if you're not interested in learning to speak it, why do you want to write it?"
"Codes. You know, leave messages no one can read." She nodded. "Useful. Why not some other one, though?" "Well. I gotta admit, I do kinda wanna read some of my dad's books and shit." he lied again, finding it was coming along pretty easily with all the signs and t-shirts he could read and make up a story with.