I finally remembered where i saw the comic at! It's raverkomono's "S.C.R.E. or Space Cowgirl Radical Edward" Check out her site, its hott. anyway, i dont own cowboy bebop, only orginally characters...if i decide to make any.
A young man sat behide the desk, feet up on the surface, nose to buried in the magazine he was reading to notice anything going on in the world around him. A fly buzzed loudly around a window, constantly banging it's self agasint the glass trying to get out. The air was hot and sticky, even the small rotating fan sitting on the desk couldn't help the room. His ears perked up a little as he heard the door slowly open, and the soft scratching sound of claws hitting the hardwood floor. The slowly put his feet down and put the magazine away, watching the small dog walk up to the desk. The young man chuckled to himself and ran a hand throw his fine black hair as the door opened again. His breath caught in his throat as a teenage girl walked through the doors. She wore black spandex pants and boots that came up to the knee, and a black spandex shirt with no sleeves, a high collar and showed her stomach. She adjusted her green tinted goggles and pulled down her scarf to make sure it covered all of her hair. The young man behide the counter desk shot up out of his seat and smiled nervously at the girl. "Welcome to-"
"Gimme room," the girl cut him off, slapping down a 4000 woolong bill on the desk. The boy grabbed a set of keys from under the desk and held them out, sweating heavily, not because of the heat, but because of her. She glanced at him behide her goggles and took the keys slowly.
"Third floor, second door from the last on the left side," he managed to get out. The girl picked up the dog and walked up the stairs and looked over her shoulder at the young man. He gulped and she turned back around and walked to her room.
Edward opened her door laughing uncontrollably and dropped Ein on the floor. Unlike the lobby downstairs the small room was well air conditioned and easy to breathe in. Plopping down on the big bed and looking through the window, Ed smiled to herself. She was so proud of pulling off her Faye impersonation. She didn't think she would be able to do it, but she did. She pulled off her goggles and sighed heavily. "Edward miss Bebop," she said sadly and laid back on the bed. Not bothering to take off her shoes or freshen up, she curled up and went to sleep. One of her brown arms moved under her head and her other hand roamed around the soft comforter, enjoying the cool feel of the fabric. Ein hopped on the bed and curled up agasint her stomach, going to sleep himself.
Ein chewed on Edward's ear and licked her cheek, making the tired girl turn in her sleep.
"Whhaaaa," she whined turning over and spreading out over the bed. There was a loud bump downstairs, making the whole building vibrate heavily. Ed shot up in her bed and rubbed her amber eyes. There was a crashing sound that floated through the floor, then a muffled conversation. Without hesitation she raced out of the room, her dog on her heels. Ed suddenly turned around and ran back inside her room, then came racing back out with her goggles. She slipped them on her face and ran down the flight of stairs gracefully. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a tall man in a dark green trench coat effortlessly fling another man over the check out counter. He dusted his hands and hpmhed, his back turned to Ed. The young man timidly peeked over the counter, practically shaking, sweating just as badly as that afternoon. The man turned around and leaned agasint the counter and grabbed the boy by his collar, raising him to his feet. "I want," the man started, taking a deep breath, "the room number. Is that a problem?" he said challenging the guy to say no. Instead, the little wimp reached under the desk and throw a pair of keys at the man's chest.
"Third floor, second door from the last, left side. She's in there," he said before running into the door behide the desk. Ed's eyes grew wide as she realized the man would be turning around and she quickly dashed back into her room, holding the door open for Ein and closed it once he came in. She pressed her back agasint the cold door, her breath coming out in pants. She stopped breathing as she heard his heavy footsteps clump through the hallway. Her gold eyes looked down at Ein who looked like he was holding his breath as well. The footsteps came right in front of the door. First there was a gentle knock, although it seemed like someone was banging agasint the door with a wrecking ball to Edward. The knocks came a little more harder the next time, then silence. Slowly Ed stepped back from the door and pulled out her gun that she had hidden within her boot. She tried to hold it steady, but her vision slightly blurred by fear. The key could be heard slipping in slowly, then the lock clicking, and the door opened up.
The figure stood in the doorway, froze, just starring at Edward holding the gun pointed point blank at him. He tilted his head, his hair slick and shiny but the rest of his features were concealed in shadows. Ein growled momentarily then stopped. He licked out his tongue and pulled it back in, and slowly trotted over to the strange figure. "Ein!" Ed whispered hoarsely, "Come back here! What do Ein think he doing?!" But Ein wasn't paying attention. The man bent down and petted the dog and stood back up. He took a step forward, she took a step back. Edward gulped hard, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and sweat beading up on her forehead. "Come a step closer and I'll blast your head off," she said seriously. The figure jerked his head back in surprise then without warning rushed over to Ed and flung her on the bed. The gun hit the carpeted floor with a muffled clink and she opened her mouth to scream. The man picked up the gun and put a hand over Ed's mouth, only to be bitten in return. He pulled back, shaking his hand and cussing. Edward tried to scurry off the bed, but the man's other hand pushed her back so hard she hit the wall. He turned her back to her again and closed the door, still cursing and shaking his hand. Ed watched as he sat down on the edge of the bed and check the gun for bullets. She leaped from her spot and planted herself on his back, scratching through the material and biting his neck like some rabid dog. He grunted, spinning around and making lamps fall over and crash onto the floor. "ED STOP!" he screamed and got a good grip on her scarf tied tightly over her hair. He yanked hard not realizing her hair in his death grip. Ed let out an ear splitting scream and she fell back onto the floor and the man quickly held her wrists together in one hand above her head and covered her mouth with the other. His chocolate eyes starred into hers and the feeling of someone dunking her in ice cold water flooded back over her.
A young man sat behide the desk, feet up on the surface, nose to buried in the magazine he was reading to notice anything going on in the world around him. A fly buzzed loudly around a window, constantly banging it's self agasint the glass trying to get out. The air was hot and sticky, even the small rotating fan sitting on the desk couldn't help the room. His ears perked up a little as he heard the door slowly open, and the soft scratching sound of claws hitting the hardwood floor. The slowly put his feet down and put the magazine away, watching the small dog walk up to the desk. The young man chuckled to himself and ran a hand throw his fine black hair as the door opened again. His breath caught in his throat as a teenage girl walked through the doors. She wore black spandex pants and boots that came up to the knee, and a black spandex shirt with no sleeves, a high collar and showed her stomach. She adjusted her green tinted goggles and pulled down her scarf to make sure it covered all of her hair. The young man behide the counter desk shot up out of his seat and smiled nervously at the girl. "Welcome to-"
"Gimme room," the girl cut him off, slapping down a 4000 woolong bill on the desk. The boy grabbed a set of keys from under the desk and held them out, sweating heavily, not because of the heat, but because of her. She glanced at him behide her goggles and took the keys slowly.
"Third floor, second door from the last on the left side," he managed to get out. The girl picked up the dog and walked up the stairs and looked over her shoulder at the young man. He gulped and she turned back around and walked to her room.
Edward opened her door laughing uncontrollably and dropped Ein on the floor. Unlike the lobby downstairs the small room was well air conditioned and easy to breathe in. Plopping down on the big bed and looking through the window, Ed smiled to herself. She was so proud of pulling off her Faye impersonation. She didn't think she would be able to do it, but she did. She pulled off her goggles and sighed heavily. "Edward miss Bebop," she said sadly and laid back on the bed. Not bothering to take off her shoes or freshen up, she curled up and went to sleep. One of her brown arms moved under her head and her other hand roamed around the soft comforter, enjoying the cool feel of the fabric. Ein hopped on the bed and curled up agasint her stomach, going to sleep himself.
Ein chewed on Edward's ear and licked her cheek, making the tired girl turn in her sleep.
"Whhaaaa," she whined turning over and spreading out over the bed. There was a loud bump downstairs, making the whole building vibrate heavily. Ed shot up in her bed and rubbed her amber eyes. There was a crashing sound that floated through the floor, then a muffled conversation. Without hesitation she raced out of the room, her dog on her heels. Ed suddenly turned around and ran back inside her room, then came racing back out with her goggles. She slipped them on her face and ran down the flight of stairs gracefully. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a tall man in a dark green trench coat effortlessly fling another man over the check out counter. He dusted his hands and hpmhed, his back turned to Ed. The young man timidly peeked over the counter, practically shaking, sweating just as badly as that afternoon. The man turned around and leaned agasint the counter and grabbed the boy by his collar, raising him to his feet. "I want," the man started, taking a deep breath, "the room number. Is that a problem?" he said challenging the guy to say no. Instead, the little wimp reached under the desk and throw a pair of keys at the man's chest.
"Third floor, second door from the last, left side. She's in there," he said before running into the door behide the desk. Ed's eyes grew wide as she realized the man would be turning around and she quickly dashed back into her room, holding the door open for Ein and closed it once he came in. She pressed her back agasint the cold door, her breath coming out in pants. She stopped breathing as she heard his heavy footsteps clump through the hallway. Her gold eyes looked down at Ein who looked like he was holding his breath as well. The footsteps came right in front of the door. First there was a gentle knock, although it seemed like someone was banging agasint the door with a wrecking ball to Edward. The knocks came a little more harder the next time, then silence. Slowly Ed stepped back from the door and pulled out her gun that she had hidden within her boot. She tried to hold it steady, but her vision slightly blurred by fear. The key could be heard slipping in slowly, then the lock clicking, and the door opened up.
The figure stood in the doorway, froze, just starring at Edward holding the gun pointed point blank at him. He tilted his head, his hair slick and shiny but the rest of his features were concealed in shadows. Ein growled momentarily then stopped. He licked out his tongue and pulled it back in, and slowly trotted over to the strange figure. "Ein!" Ed whispered hoarsely, "Come back here! What do Ein think he doing?!" But Ein wasn't paying attention. The man bent down and petted the dog and stood back up. He took a step forward, she took a step back. Edward gulped hard, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and sweat beading up on her forehead. "Come a step closer and I'll blast your head off," she said seriously. The figure jerked his head back in surprise then without warning rushed over to Ed and flung her on the bed. The gun hit the carpeted floor with a muffled clink and she opened her mouth to scream. The man picked up the gun and put a hand over Ed's mouth, only to be bitten in return. He pulled back, shaking his hand and cussing. Edward tried to scurry off the bed, but the man's other hand pushed her back so hard she hit the wall. He turned her back to her again and closed the door, still cursing and shaking his hand. Ed watched as he sat down on the edge of the bed and check the gun for bullets. She leaped from her spot and planted herself on his back, scratching through the material and biting his neck like some rabid dog. He grunted, spinning around and making lamps fall over and crash onto the floor. "ED STOP!" he screamed and got a good grip on her scarf tied tightly over her hair. He yanked hard not realizing her hair in his death grip. Ed let out an ear splitting scream and she fell back onto the floor and the man quickly held her wrists together in one hand above her head and covered her mouth with the other. His chocolate eyes starred into hers and the feeling of someone dunking her in ice cold water flooded back over her.
