Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Anonymous
Chapter II: Findings
Chibodee Crockett strolled aimlessly through the crowded streets of Miami, Flordia. It had been a little less than three since the thirteenth Gundam tournament and the girls had finally persuaded him to go on a vacation. Chibodee regretted agreeing to go immensely. Sure, there were more cute girls in bikinis in Miami than anywhere else on planet Earth, but the heat was unbearable. Why do we have to stay at a hotel that doesn't have air conditioning? Chibodee complained silently. Maybe I should have stayed in New York.I swear, there should be a law against- Chibodee blinked, shook his head, and blinked again. Was that who I thought it was?
He looked back through the crowd. The girl in the flowing white dress was still there, staring out at the ocean. Chibodee pushed his way through the crowd to the girl's side. "Gina?" he called out to her when he came up beside the brown-haired girl.
"Are you talking to me?" the young woman asked and turned to Chibodee.
"Um.yeah. Don't you remember me, Gina? I'm Chibodee Crockett." Chibodee posed in what he hoped was a noble, important look.
The girl rested her arm on a piece of nearby railing and then cradled her head in her hand. "I'm sorry, sir, but you must be mistaken. I've never met-let alone heard of-Chibodee Crickett. I-"
"Crockett," Chibodee automatically corrected.
"I-I don't even remember my name." The girl sighed.
Chibodee stood stunned. "But-but you saved Domon's life! Doncha remember? You're brother, Chico, he wanted to-" Chibodee's eyes widened in realization. "Wait! You should be dead!"
"What?" Now the girl stared at Chibodee, appalled. " 'Dead'?" she echoed quietly.
"Yeah," Chibodee nodded. "You-you don't remember any of this, do you? Chico, Domon, me, your disease, Gundams."
"Mr. Crickett, I-"
"Crockett," Chibodee corrected again.
"-I don't remember any of those things."
"Well," Chibodee prompted after a moment of silence, "tell me what you do remember. I'll fill you in on the rest."
The girl looked at Chibodee suspiciously. Should I trust him? If he knows anything about me-my creator. The girl nodded. "Could we go somewhere a bit more private?" she asked, indicating the huge throng of people surrounding them.
"The hotel room isn't much better, but okay." Chibodee shrugged. "Follow me." He grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her through the sea of hot, sweating bodies. (Every once in a while on the trip back to the hotel room, a passing beauty distracted Chibodee. The girl would promptly tug on Chibodee's arm-rather hard-and that immediately brought him back to his senses, for a while at least.)
They finally reached the hotel room. "Hello!" Chibodee opened the door and greeted the empty room. "Hey! Where'd the girls go?" he asked himself, searching the room for any sign of life. His search only yielded a mouse that quickly scurried back into its hole when Chibodee found him. "Don't they even have pest control in Flordia?" he muttered under his breath.
"Is that where we are? Flordia?" Chibodee heard the girl say from behind him.
"Wow, you really are lost, aren't ya?" the Neo-Americain asked and flopped down into a nearby chair. "C'mon in. Sit down." He motioned to the chair next to him.
Reluctantly, the girl closed the door behind her and sat down in the indicated chair, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Now, ya wanna tell me about yourself?" Chibodee asked, putting his hands behind his head and leaning further back in the chair.
"How do I know I can trust you?" the girl glanced at Chibodee, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Let's just say that if you don't tell me everything, you'll be missing your nose terribly," Chibodee said jokingly.
"You-you wouldn't really do that, would you?" the girl asked, her eyes wide in horror.
"Of course not! It just makes me feel more.intimidating."
The girl stared at him, then started laughing. After she had calmed down, she started talking. "I washed up on the shore of-well, I guess-here about a year ago and have lived in Miami ever since. That's it."
Chibodee shook his head, puzzled. "That can't be all of it. You should have been dead ten months ago. You're hiding something from me, aren't ya?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
The girl shook her head, a slight smile playing across her lips. "You're right, Mr. Crickett-"
"Crockett."
"-but I'm not going to tell you what it is. If I did.well.consider Shwarz Bruder. My problem is rather similar." The girl sighed again.
"You mean you were turned into an android by the Dark Gundam, you where made to look exactly like Gina Rodriguez, you're brother is destined to kill you, and you're the copy image of the life source of the Dark Gundam?" Chibodee asked skeptically.
"Yes, something along those lines," the girl admitted.
"Problem number one, sister: THE DARK GUNDAM WAS DESTROYED TWO YEARS AGO!!!"
"You know, you really should take a shouting management class," the girl suggested lightly, rubbing her ears. "But tell me.Who's this Gina person?"
Chibodee looked down at his hands. "Gina Rodriguez. Sister of the Gundam fighter for Neo-Mexico, Chico Rodriguez. Had a fatal disease that was supposed to kill her about a year ago. Of course, you prove the scientists wrong, though. She was really pretty." Chibodee got a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Please, Mr. Crickett-" the girl started.
"Will'ya stop calling me 'Crickett'? I am NOT an insect that rubs its legs together and makes an infernal chirping sound, or that stupid English game that George loves so much!" Chibodee burst out.
The girl blinked and looked at Chibodee. "Crockett," she muttered under her breathe, correcting her mistake.
"Thank you," Chibodee sighed in relief and sank even deeper into his chair- if that was possible.
The girl got up and looked down at Chibodee. "Sir, I think if you sink in any deeper, you might drown," she said, giggling.
Chibodee tried to extract himself from the grip of the chair, but failed pathetically. "He, he," he muttered pathetically. Tomorrow's headline: Neo- American Gundam Fighter Stuck in Traitorous Chair, Chibodee thought to himself dryly. He tried to get up again, but instead somehow managed to make both the chair and himself topple backwards. The girl erupted into fits of laughter.
"Need any help, Mr. Crickett?" the girl asked.
Chibodee was too mad at the hotel and the chair to correct her. He lay there, the chair turned upside-down on top of him. "That would be a bit useful right now," he said dryly.
Just as the girl was about to help Chibodee out from his pathetic state, the door opened and Bunny, Cath, Shirely, and Janet came into the room, talking and laughing gaily. They stopped abruptly when they say Chibodee and the girl.
Bunnie sighed. "Only the boss could get himself into a situation that stupid," she muttered under her breath and went to help Chibodee up. The others followed suit.
"C'mon, brownie," Cath said to the girl. "Help us here." The girl started to help push the gigantic chair off of Chibodee. The chair groaned and eventually flipped over into an upward position, freeing Chibodee from its embrace.
Chibodee got up, wiped his hands on his jeans, blushing from embarrassment. "What type of f****** hotel is this?!?! What type of hotel has chairs that can kill people? That chiar, that piece of junk." Chibodee went on to describe the chair very colorfully.
"Hi to you too, Boss," Janet ventured after a while. "You're welcome."
".Can I sue this hotel?" Chibodee turned to Bunny, ignoring Janet's comment.
Bunny shrugged. "I doubt it. Maybe you'll girlfriend knows." She eyed the foreign girl critically.
"Oh, that's.What is your name?" he asked the girl.
"I don't have one," she reminded Chibodee calmly.
"That's I-Don't-Have-One," Chibodee said absently, still flustered from the chair incident. He stared at the air in front of him, shook his head, and then started again. "I mean 'Gina'. Her name is Gina," Chibodee said, trying to calm himself down by running a hand through his fluffy blue hair.
"It is?" the girl asked.
"It is now," Chibodee said grumpily.
"Huh? Why'd ya have ta-" Bunny stopped mid-sentence as Chibodee glared at her, "Ooookay, right then. Girls, I think we should leave the Prince of Darkness alone with the chair for a while," Bunny teased. Cath, Janet, and Shirley started following Bunny.
"You come, too, Gina. Since you're gonna be living with yus, you might as well get ta know us," Shirley said.
"Huh? I'm going to be living with you?" the girl-now known as Gina-asked in shock.
"Yep," Shirley confirmed.
"She is?" Chibodee, Cath, Janet, and Bunny asked simultaneously.
"Yah. Any of you have a problem with that?" Shirley replied. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Everyone decided it would be safer to hold their peace.
"Good. C'mon, Gina," Shirley smiled and pulled a still-stunned Gina into an adjoining room. "We have some important matters to discuss, like what to do with your clothing. And that hair-" The door slammed close and Chibodee could no longer hear what the girls were saying.
"Stupid chair," he muttered under his breath and kicked the chair with his foot. "OW!" he shouted in pain as his foot made contact with the leg of the chair. "OOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!" Chibodee started jumping up and down, holding his foot in his hand. "Stupid.chair! Why, I'll show you." The Neo-American started describing the inanimate maroon object very, very colorfully. Happy Turkey Day!!!
Happy Belated Turkey Day!!!
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Chapter II: Findings
Chibodee Crockett strolled aimlessly through the crowded streets of Miami, Flordia. It had been a little less than three since the thirteenth Gundam tournament and the girls had finally persuaded him to go on a vacation. Chibodee regretted agreeing to go immensely. Sure, there were more cute girls in bikinis in Miami than anywhere else on planet Earth, but the heat was unbearable. Why do we have to stay at a hotel that doesn't have air conditioning? Chibodee complained silently. Maybe I should have stayed in New York.I swear, there should be a law against- Chibodee blinked, shook his head, and blinked again. Was that who I thought it was?
He looked back through the crowd. The girl in the flowing white dress was still there, staring out at the ocean. Chibodee pushed his way through the crowd to the girl's side. "Gina?" he called out to her when he came up beside the brown-haired girl.
"Are you talking to me?" the young woman asked and turned to Chibodee.
"Um.yeah. Don't you remember me, Gina? I'm Chibodee Crockett." Chibodee posed in what he hoped was a noble, important look.
The girl rested her arm on a piece of nearby railing and then cradled her head in her hand. "I'm sorry, sir, but you must be mistaken. I've never met-let alone heard of-Chibodee Crickett. I-"
"Crockett," Chibodee automatically corrected.
"I-I don't even remember my name." The girl sighed.
Chibodee stood stunned. "But-but you saved Domon's life! Doncha remember? You're brother, Chico, he wanted to-" Chibodee's eyes widened in realization. "Wait! You should be dead!"
"What?" Now the girl stared at Chibodee, appalled. " 'Dead'?" she echoed quietly.
"Yeah," Chibodee nodded. "You-you don't remember any of this, do you? Chico, Domon, me, your disease, Gundams."
"Mr. Crickett, I-"
"Crockett," Chibodee corrected again.
"-I don't remember any of those things."
"Well," Chibodee prompted after a moment of silence, "tell me what you do remember. I'll fill you in on the rest."
The girl looked at Chibodee suspiciously. Should I trust him? If he knows anything about me-my creator. The girl nodded. "Could we go somewhere a bit more private?" she asked, indicating the huge throng of people surrounding them.
"The hotel room isn't much better, but okay." Chibodee shrugged. "Follow me." He grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her through the sea of hot, sweating bodies. (Every once in a while on the trip back to the hotel room, a passing beauty distracted Chibodee. The girl would promptly tug on Chibodee's arm-rather hard-and that immediately brought him back to his senses, for a while at least.)
They finally reached the hotel room. "Hello!" Chibodee opened the door and greeted the empty room. "Hey! Where'd the girls go?" he asked himself, searching the room for any sign of life. His search only yielded a mouse that quickly scurried back into its hole when Chibodee found him. "Don't they even have pest control in Flordia?" he muttered under his breath.
"Is that where we are? Flordia?" Chibodee heard the girl say from behind him.
"Wow, you really are lost, aren't ya?" the Neo-Americain asked and flopped down into a nearby chair. "C'mon in. Sit down." He motioned to the chair next to him.
Reluctantly, the girl closed the door behind her and sat down in the indicated chair, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Now, ya wanna tell me about yourself?" Chibodee asked, putting his hands behind his head and leaning further back in the chair.
"How do I know I can trust you?" the girl glanced at Chibodee, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Let's just say that if you don't tell me everything, you'll be missing your nose terribly," Chibodee said jokingly.
"You-you wouldn't really do that, would you?" the girl asked, her eyes wide in horror.
"Of course not! It just makes me feel more.intimidating."
The girl stared at him, then started laughing. After she had calmed down, she started talking. "I washed up on the shore of-well, I guess-here about a year ago and have lived in Miami ever since. That's it."
Chibodee shook his head, puzzled. "That can't be all of it. You should have been dead ten months ago. You're hiding something from me, aren't ya?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
The girl shook her head, a slight smile playing across her lips. "You're right, Mr. Crickett-"
"Crockett."
"-but I'm not going to tell you what it is. If I did.well.consider Shwarz Bruder. My problem is rather similar." The girl sighed again.
"You mean you were turned into an android by the Dark Gundam, you where made to look exactly like Gina Rodriguez, you're brother is destined to kill you, and you're the copy image of the life source of the Dark Gundam?" Chibodee asked skeptically.
"Yes, something along those lines," the girl admitted.
"Problem number one, sister: THE DARK GUNDAM WAS DESTROYED TWO YEARS AGO!!!"
"You know, you really should take a shouting management class," the girl suggested lightly, rubbing her ears. "But tell me.Who's this Gina person?"
Chibodee looked down at his hands. "Gina Rodriguez. Sister of the Gundam fighter for Neo-Mexico, Chico Rodriguez. Had a fatal disease that was supposed to kill her about a year ago. Of course, you prove the scientists wrong, though. She was really pretty." Chibodee got a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Please, Mr. Crickett-" the girl started.
"Will'ya stop calling me 'Crickett'? I am NOT an insect that rubs its legs together and makes an infernal chirping sound, or that stupid English game that George loves so much!" Chibodee burst out.
The girl blinked and looked at Chibodee. "Crockett," she muttered under her breathe, correcting her mistake.
"Thank you," Chibodee sighed in relief and sank even deeper into his chair- if that was possible.
The girl got up and looked down at Chibodee. "Sir, I think if you sink in any deeper, you might drown," she said, giggling.
Chibodee tried to extract himself from the grip of the chair, but failed pathetically. "He, he," he muttered pathetically. Tomorrow's headline: Neo- American Gundam Fighter Stuck in Traitorous Chair, Chibodee thought to himself dryly. He tried to get up again, but instead somehow managed to make both the chair and himself topple backwards. The girl erupted into fits of laughter.
"Need any help, Mr. Crickett?" the girl asked.
Chibodee was too mad at the hotel and the chair to correct her. He lay there, the chair turned upside-down on top of him. "That would be a bit useful right now," he said dryly.
Just as the girl was about to help Chibodee out from his pathetic state, the door opened and Bunny, Cath, Shirely, and Janet came into the room, talking and laughing gaily. They stopped abruptly when they say Chibodee and the girl.
Bunnie sighed. "Only the boss could get himself into a situation that stupid," she muttered under her breath and went to help Chibodee up. The others followed suit.
"C'mon, brownie," Cath said to the girl. "Help us here." The girl started to help push the gigantic chair off of Chibodee. The chair groaned and eventually flipped over into an upward position, freeing Chibodee from its embrace.
Chibodee got up, wiped his hands on his jeans, blushing from embarrassment. "What type of f****** hotel is this?!?! What type of hotel has chairs that can kill people? That chiar, that piece of junk." Chibodee went on to describe the chair very colorfully.
"Hi to you too, Boss," Janet ventured after a while. "You're welcome."
".Can I sue this hotel?" Chibodee turned to Bunny, ignoring Janet's comment.
Bunny shrugged. "I doubt it. Maybe you'll girlfriend knows." She eyed the foreign girl critically.
"Oh, that's.What is your name?" he asked the girl.
"I don't have one," she reminded Chibodee calmly.
"That's I-Don't-Have-One," Chibodee said absently, still flustered from the chair incident. He stared at the air in front of him, shook his head, and then started again. "I mean 'Gina'. Her name is Gina," Chibodee said, trying to calm himself down by running a hand through his fluffy blue hair.
"It is?" the girl asked.
"It is now," Chibodee said grumpily.
"Huh? Why'd ya have ta-" Bunny stopped mid-sentence as Chibodee glared at her, "Ooookay, right then. Girls, I think we should leave the Prince of Darkness alone with the chair for a while," Bunny teased. Cath, Janet, and Shirley started following Bunny.
"You come, too, Gina. Since you're gonna be living with yus, you might as well get ta know us," Shirley said.
"Huh? I'm going to be living with you?" the girl-now known as Gina-asked in shock.
"Yep," Shirley confirmed.
"She is?" Chibodee, Cath, Janet, and Bunny asked simultaneously.
"Yah. Any of you have a problem with that?" Shirley replied. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Everyone decided it would be safer to hold their peace.
"Good. C'mon, Gina," Shirley smiled and pulled a still-stunned Gina into an adjoining room. "We have some important matters to discuss, like what to do with your clothing. And that hair-" The door slammed close and Chibodee could no longer hear what the girls were saying.
"Stupid chair," he muttered under his breath and kicked the chair with his foot. "OW!" he shouted in pain as his foot made contact with the leg of the chair. "OOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!" Chibodee started jumping up and down, holding his foot in his hand. "Stupid.chair! Why, I'll show you." The Neo-American started describing the inanimate maroon object very, very colorfully. Happy Turkey Day!!!
Happy Belated Turkey Day!!!
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