This is a second chapter that I did for my second assessment task of the
year and it is from Akira's point of view. It is based three years after
the boomer attack and Akira is now 21 years old. I put this chapter up
because enough people liked the story.
Life goes on
I looked around as I stepped off the train at central station and walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I had shoulder length black hair held back with a red bandana headband with the 'Ying-Yang' symbol on it. I had the eyes and fangs of a tiger. I wore a pair of black stockings underneath black knee-high boots and tight black shorts that only reached my thighs. I also wore a black tank-top under a black leather jacket. Around my neck was a black chocker which was decorated with three red roses on the front. In the form of make-up I wore black lipstick and mascara both of which went well with my golden yellow eyes. I adjusted my black shoulder bag and walked up the stairs.
My name is Akira Toriyama and three years ago - When I was eighteen - I had to leave Mega Tokyo because when I was walking home from a concert I was attacked by a rogue boomer and I would've died if it weren't for the Knight Sabers. When I came out of hospital my parents decided that it was best that I was moved out of the city until the experience was destroyed from my mind. Now I'm back and I have fully recovered. I'm twenty-one now and I have learnt from my mistakes.
As I walk out of the subway I look around and stretch. 'Three years.' I think glumly with a yawn. 'But now I've come back and I have a job.'
I was just about to start walking towards a taxi but I jumped in surprise at a squeal of my name. 'Oh uh.' I think when I recognize the voice. And five seconds later I get tackled to the ground by one of my child hood friends.
"Hi Akira!!!!!!" Said my hyper-active friend.
"Hello Nene." I say politely as I get up ad brush myself off. I look around and shake my head at what I see: About half a train of people are looking at us with weird expressions. "Know how to make a crowd don't you?" I joke as I look at my friend.
She blushes, looks around and sees all the watchful eyes of the crowd. We both jump as we hear a voice behind us. "Clutz." It says in a cold female sound.
We both turn and see a brunette female with brown eyes and wearing a pair of black motorcycling boots, black leather pants, a red leather jacket and a white t-shirt. She was about my age and a head taller than Nene but I was slightly shorter than she was.
"Priscilla Asagiri!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nene yelled and I gasped in surprise, but it went un-noticed. "Don't sneak up on us like that!!!!"
"But you did know that I was here." She said casually.
"Correction," Nene said in a superior voice. "I knew you were somewhere in the city, NOT five centimetres away from me. Akira, this is Priss Asagiri, the lead singer of your favourite band and Priss, this is Akira Toriyama who is going to work at "Hot Legs".
We had a little chat and then we went to Hot Legs to look around and for me to "Get used to my surroundings" As Nene says. When it was time for opening I had to go out and start to serve drinks to some of the earlier patrons and clean up the counter.
Things went well until I got an order from a man with grey/brown hair and a brown leather jacket. I recognized him immediately as detective Leon McNichol, who was the first ADP officer on the scene after the Knight Sabers had left three years ago when the boomer attacked.
I was so surprised that he was here and I tripped over my feet and spilt the drink all over an innocent bystander. The club's manager told me that I had one more chance. Well I totally blew that second chance by smashing about fifty glasses because some idiot sneaked up on me and asked wether I had a boyfriend. My boss said that I would never work in the club again and I left in tears.
The next day was when I called up my ex-boss and asked for another chance. He yelled at me for "totally wrecking the clubs reputation" and that it's not his fault that I am: "An unsuitable waitress for a club reputation such as this which is honourable in many ways". He also said a lot of things that was unsuitable for anyone under ten years old.
After I hung up I called Nene to see if she could help me get another job. She said she could try get me a job at her friends store. But when I asked her what kind of store it was, I was greeted with the answer: "A lingerie store".
Tche, like I would want to work in one. "Any other jobs you could get me?" I ask hopefully.
"How about the Knight Sabers?" She asks.
I am shocked at what I had just heard.
"Sure."
The end
If you liked it please review because I *may* write a third chapter and if I get at least 10 more reviews saying you'd like another chapter I will put it up.
Life goes on
I looked around as I stepped off the train at central station and walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I had shoulder length black hair held back with a red bandana headband with the 'Ying-Yang' symbol on it. I had the eyes and fangs of a tiger. I wore a pair of black stockings underneath black knee-high boots and tight black shorts that only reached my thighs. I also wore a black tank-top under a black leather jacket. Around my neck was a black chocker which was decorated with three red roses on the front. In the form of make-up I wore black lipstick and mascara both of which went well with my golden yellow eyes. I adjusted my black shoulder bag and walked up the stairs.
My name is Akira Toriyama and three years ago - When I was eighteen - I had to leave Mega Tokyo because when I was walking home from a concert I was attacked by a rogue boomer and I would've died if it weren't for the Knight Sabers. When I came out of hospital my parents decided that it was best that I was moved out of the city until the experience was destroyed from my mind. Now I'm back and I have fully recovered. I'm twenty-one now and I have learnt from my mistakes.
As I walk out of the subway I look around and stretch. 'Three years.' I think glumly with a yawn. 'But now I've come back and I have a job.'
I was just about to start walking towards a taxi but I jumped in surprise at a squeal of my name. 'Oh uh.' I think when I recognize the voice. And five seconds later I get tackled to the ground by one of my child hood friends.
"Hi Akira!!!!!!" Said my hyper-active friend.
"Hello Nene." I say politely as I get up ad brush myself off. I look around and shake my head at what I see: About half a train of people are looking at us with weird expressions. "Know how to make a crowd don't you?" I joke as I look at my friend.
She blushes, looks around and sees all the watchful eyes of the crowd. We both jump as we hear a voice behind us. "Clutz." It says in a cold female sound.
We both turn and see a brunette female with brown eyes and wearing a pair of black motorcycling boots, black leather pants, a red leather jacket and a white t-shirt. She was about my age and a head taller than Nene but I was slightly shorter than she was.
"Priscilla Asagiri!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nene yelled and I gasped in surprise, but it went un-noticed. "Don't sneak up on us like that!!!!"
"But you did know that I was here." She said casually.
"Correction," Nene said in a superior voice. "I knew you were somewhere in the city, NOT five centimetres away from me. Akira, this is Priss Asagiri, the lead singer of your favourite band and Priss, this is Akira Toriyama who is going to work at "Hot Legs".
We had a little chat and then we went to Hot Legs to look around and for me to "Get used to my surroundings" As Nene says. When it was time for opening I had to go out and start to serve drinks to some of the earlier patrons and clean up the counter.
Things went well until I got an order from a man with grey/brown hair and a brown leather jacket. I recognized him immediately as detective Leon McNichol, who was the first ADP officer on the scene after the Knight Sabers had left three years ago when the boomer attacked.
I was so surprised that he was here and I tripped over my feet and spilt the drink all over an innocent bystander. The club's manager told me that I had one more chance. Well I totally blew that second chance by smashing about fifty glasses because some idiot sneaked up on me and asked wether I had a boyfriend. My boss said that I would never work in the club again and I left in tears.
The next day was when I called up my ex-boss and asked for another chance. He yelled at me for "totally wrecking the clubs reputation" and that it's not his fault that I am: "An unsuitable waitress for a club reputation such as this which is honourable in many ways". He also said a lot of things that was unsuitable for anyone under ten years old.
After I hung up I called Nene to see if she could help me get another job. She said she could try get me a job at her friends store. But when I asked her what kind of store it was, I was greeted with the answer: "A lingerie store".
Tche, like I would want to work in one. "Any other jobs you could get me?" I ask hopefully.
"How about the Knight Sabers?" She asks.
I am shocked at what I had just heard.
"Sure."
The end
If you liked it please review because I *may* write a third chapter and if I get at least 10 more reviews saying you'd like another chapter I will put it up.