I do not one bebop or anything to do with bebop. Although I really like bebop, I am nothing but a poor fan.
This is hopefully the last boring chapter. As much as I would love to have every one of them packed full of goodness, I'm not that talented so you get this instead. Sorry. Even though it might not seem so, this story does have a plot. I'm just laying all of the ground work for it.
Song credits for Road to Nowhere go to the Talking Heads.
Well
We know where we're going
But we can't say where we've been
And we know what we're knowing
But we can't say what we've seen
And we're not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
Faye was extremely surprised to see that Ed smoked marijuana. She was so young. But then again Faye had started when she was around eleven or so. Ed was on her own for more than half of her life, so it would make sense that she would know about the necessary evils of life. But what was even more surprising was the fact that Ed could actually carry on a fluent conversation while high. Like she never was crazy to begin with. It was kind of spooky and kind of cool all at the same time. It was like pot gave Ed an epiphany or something. Faye took this opportunity as they sat on her bed to ask Ed all of the things she had been wondering since she had picked her up earlier in the evening. "So Ed", she asked between hits, "why didn't you go back to the ship?". The red head passed the spliff and exhaled a large plume of smoke, "It didn't quite feel right", she seemed to be seriously thinking of how to continue with her answer, "believe it or not Ed does have pride". This kind of made Faye stop and think. She never would of expected Ed to come out with an explanation like that. 'Must be the weed'. "So pride kept you from going back to afro man and robo cop?" the purple haired woman asked. The young girl shook her head in the universal direction of no. "Not completely, see Ed felt that if Jet-person and lunkhead Spike-person really wanted Edward back" she paused to inhale some of the smoldering maryjane, Faye waited patiently for her to finish. After exhaling another power hit Ed ended her sentence, "they would have come and looked for me". That was actually the same way Faye felt about her departure. She still had her communicator and it hadn't rang since before she had left the ship. The older woman switched from her current position that resembled an assisted head stand, Ed had convinced her that you got a better buzz if you stood on your head while smoking and believe it or not she was right, not being able to keep herself from falling over. Ed followed suit and proceeded to shot gun Ein with her latest hit. The dog sneezed and shook his head from side to side.
Ed and Ein were smoking buddies back on the BeBop as well. They used to like going into the bathroom after Faye had taken a shower to get a contact high. Jet used to beat them to it every once in awhile though. Spike however chose his throne, the toilet, as his smoking spot. But the profuse odors that used to accompany Spike in the bathroom prevented Ed from trying to get a buzz in there. No one human other than Spike could stand that smell. She often wondered if something had crawled up his ass and died. Ed was snapped from her musings by Faye nudging her to pass the joint. She complied before asking her companion a question, " Does Faye-Faye miss the BeBop-BeBop?". That question was a tough one to answer. Did she? Well she kind of missed the ship. But on the other hand, they had never liked her anyway. "I really can't give you an honest answer to that question Ed". The hacker seemed to understand perfectly. "Do you miss Spike-person?" 'What's with the twenty questions?' "Why would I miss Spike?" Faye took on a defensive attitude. "Because Ed thinks that you liked him". Ed was perceptive, Faye had to give her that. "No, I thought that he was good looking" the purple haired woman argued, "that's not the same thing". It wasn't, it was totally different. The younger of the two didn't seem to buy it. "Then why did Faye-Faye always take care of Spike-person when he was hurt?" 'Touché' Faye had to really think this one out before opening her mouth, "Because we were comrades" she paused to think out her response a little more. "Besides, Jet made me". Ed gave her a look that said she thought that she was full of shit. "It's ok if you liked Spike-person Faye-Faye" she said as if she were dear Abby or something, "No one is going to know but Edward and Ein".
" Ok, I liked Spike a little" Faye finally conceded, " I was more attracted to him than anything else". Ed nodded her head and replied, " Spike-person didn't know what he was missing". This made Faye stop dead in her tracks and give Ed her full attention. "What are you talking about?" she asked Ed a tad bit confused. " I said that Spike-person didn't know what he was missing " she put Ein in her lap and finished where she had left off, "he was too caught up in his memories of Julia to see how beautiful Faye-Faye was". ' This conversation is going way too out of control' . "Let's talk about something else Ed, ok?" she was going to loose her buzz at this rate. Edward turned on the tv and searched for the music channels. The red head settled on an old earth new wave channel and turned the volume up a little higher. Faye remembered this music and felt a little nostalgic. She started to sing and sway to the music while relighting the bone that had gone out during their somewhat philosophical conversation about Spike. Ed turned to her, "does Faye-Faye like this music?". "Yes, I was in high school when most of it first came out". She passed the joint to Ed after shot gunning Ein herself. ' Hey, this is kind of fun'. "Did Faye-Faye get her memory back?" the hacker asked. "Yeah, I did" Faye perked up. "I guess that it wasn't as important to have a past as I had originally thought, but I'm still glad that I have one". "Did Faye-Faye find where she belonged?". This dampened the former amnesiac's spirit a bit. "Yes, but there was nothing left". Seeing the wistful look in her older companion's eyes Ed quickly thought of an uplifting response, "you belong with Edward!". This made Faye look up and smile. Now this was the Ed that she had known, not the shell that she picked up earlier. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them for at least fifteen minutes while they continued to smoke. In between shot gunning Ein they chowed on cocktail nuts and candy bars. Faye had decided to finally break the silence after downing half of the contents of the mini bar.
We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
"Well, what are you going to do now?" the older woman slurred slightly. " Don't know" Ed chirped, "What's Faye-Faye going to do?" " I really don't know myself" she admitted. "I'm going to go on a little vacation though" Faye thought that she deserved one after putting up with Oscar and Felix for the last two years. "Can Edward and Ein come?" the hacker asked sheepishly. That was a tough question. She had really wanted some time alone, you know to get her head straight. But apparently Ed needed some R&R too. The old Faye was screaming to say yes. Obviously she was the only 'family' that the young girl currently had. Faye knew what it was like to be alone with no one to give two shits about what happened to you. So new Faye reluctantly agreed with old Faye to let Edward tag along. "Yes Ed, you can come…" she was cut off by Ed jumping up and down and squealing like a circus monkey on crack. "If you promise to behave!" Faye quickly added before loosing Ed's attention. "Yes Faye-Faye, Ed promises!" she made a motion to cross her heart but lost her balance and landed head first on the bed and then bounced off the bed onto the floor. Apparently pot affected Ed's motor skills slightly. Ein looked over the edge of the bed to see if she was alright. Ed popped back up scaring the little dog almost shitless and picked him up. She then proceeded to do what looked like a warped version of the electric slide with the dog on her head. This latest outburst earned a pounding on the wall from the occupants of the room next door. Faye had a sneaking suspicion that her Jon Hughes was going to become National Lampoons very quickly. The merriment continued on through the night until the trio passed out around three a.m.
I'm feeling okay this morning
And you know
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go
Here we go
Faye was relieved to find that Ed and Ein weren't morning people either. After getting up the two girls cleaned up and packed their things. Not being one to waste, Faye loaded the remaining contents of the bar into her bag along with the soap, shampoo and lotions. Even though she now had money she couldn't help her old habits. You know like they say about the leopard and it's spots. But she wasn't the only one. Ed took the towels and toilet paper. Ein on the other hand had decided it was better to give than receive, so he took the liberty of 'oiling' the drapes and left a nice juicy pile of shit under one of the beds. They briskly checked out and hopped into the shadow and sped off in search of breakfast. Faye picked a restaurant that was a good distance away from the motel just incase Beatnik Bill had gotten a look at their car. Over chourico, eggs and home fries the two girls decided on a quasi plan of action. They both agreed that north was a good direction to go. New Hampshire was about two hours away. It was beautiful this time of year. That was if it still looked like it did over eighty years ago. Edward had never been that far north and was excited at the prospect of an adventure. So it was agreed. North it was. After breakfast Faye went on a quick supply run seeing that she had only grabbed enough stuff for herself yesterday before finding Ed and Ein. Ed found a small yuppie cyber café to plug in her tomato. She uploaded all the info she could on their destination. When Faye returned Ed bombarded her with her findings. It appeared that old man on the mountain and the polar caves had indeed with stood the gate explosion. Lost river and the flume were still operational as well. Faye smiled at her companions newly sprung optimism and ruffled her red hair. They loaded up the car and found a gas station. Once the shadow was full to the brim with dead dinosaur juice they were off. Hopefully to find fun and excitement. Along with that, some missed youth and old memories. But with the unlikely combination currently crammed into the 2.5 liter sport sedan, who knows what would come of their frolic across the former USA.
We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there
Take you there
We're on a road to nowhere…
We're on a road to nowhere…
We're on a road to nowhere…
Jet clomped his way down the corridor of the ship with Olivia in tow. Spike had brought in the remnants of the swordfish and hadn't been seen since take off. The older man had spent the mid afternoon happily tending to his bonsai with Olivia by his side. It felt good to have a dog again. This way he could talk to the dog instead of himself. He felt more sane if he talked to the dog. The dog needed him to make decisions. His new companion was also a very good listener. Although Olivia looked just like Ein, she had a completely different personality. She seemed to be thankful to Jet for getting her out of that godforsaken pet store. Which he appreciated. Respect was always something Jet would never get enough of. It was a little pathetic that he seemed to only get it from little kids and pets, but it was better than nothing. He absently wondered where Spike had gotten off to. He wasn't in the common room or the hanger. 'Maybe he's working out' Jet thought to himself as he made his way to the control room to make sure that they were still on their way to mars. It was funny how they always were on mars when Spike was presumably hiding from the syndicate that seemed to almost completely run the planet. It was like he was trying to get caught. Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught that fed Spike. He guessed his partner was like one of those kids that you would see hanging around the scene of a past fight, just waiting for the prime time for a rematch. 'A tiger can't change it's stripes'. Just as the two innocent bystanders got within five feet of the lavatory door they were assaulted with an odor that would peel the paint off of the ship. ' Found him' the older man pulled his shirt over his nose. The door to the toilet slid open and belted the occupants of the hall with a mist of smoke and an indescribable odor. The balding man turned to his right to see the dog with her head on the floor and her paws over her face. Through the cloud of methane, THC and nicotine Jet could make out the emerging green afro of his comrade. " What the fuck Spike!" the older man yelled through his shirt. The lanky man strained to look at the source of the voice through bloodshot eyes. Once Jet's location was established he put a smirk on his face and fully exited the room, "Too many eggs" he soon quipped. Spike turned in the direction of the common room and left Jet and Olivia at ground zero.
There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's alright
Baby it's alright
While whistling a haunting tune , Spike made his way down the hall. Hands in pockets, slightly slouched over with his head facing down. The sound of his shoes echoing off of the floor filled the hall. As he casually strolled by Faye's room he couldn't help but stop. He reluctantly pushed the button that opened the door. After looking both ways to make sure Jet wasn't anywhere in sight, Spike slowly made his way into the empty room. The air was still filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and perfume. It still smelled like Faye. Faye always smelled like cigarettes and flowers. 'Narcissus' . He made his way over to her bed and sat down. A quick glance around the room showed him that she definitely wasn't coming back anytime soon. All that was left was the furniture and the beta player. ' Wonder why she didn't take that?' Spike reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking a second from his thoughts to light it. He laid back on her bed as he exhaled a puff off smoke. Turning his head to face the tv at the foot of the bed, he looked around for the remote that went with the beta player. After spotting it on her makeshift nightstand, he grabbed it and then pushed both the tape and the power button on the tv with his feet almost knocking the tv on the floor in the process. The tv came to life and filled the room with an eerie blue light until Spike used the remote to turn on the player. In a few seconds and after the fuzz and lines went away, he was face to face with a much younger version of the shrew woman.
This one seemed to be very polite and modest. Very innocent. Qualities his former ship mate did not posses currently. With out having any clue as to why he was actually watching this, Spike continued to lay on Faye's bed and watch her home movie. 'Must be the weed'. Once the tape had finished the lanky cowboy just stared at the blank blue screen. He wondered what it was like to wake up not knowing what the fuck was going on. To be told by perfect strangers that you've been dead for fifty years and even though everyone you know is dead and you don't even know who the hell you are yourself, you still owe us lots and lots of money. Maybe that's what changed her, not so much the amnesia, but the fact that she had to live like an animal. He could sympathize. Although he never would admit it to her, Spike could definitely make direct comparisons between Faye and himself. They both 'die' and then unwillingly come back. Neither one of them could go out in public and scream out who they were without taking the risk of alerting all that were hunting their asses down. The two of them had been screwed by someone that they loved and trusted and thought loved and trusted them just as much. They also both apparently thought wrong. Jet was their only true friend in the galaxy and the BeBop was the only true 'home' the two had known since their 'deaths'. The only real difference other than gender was the fact that Spike unfortunately knew who he was. He remembered all of his miserable life.
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's alright
Baby it's alright
All of these thoughts were just too damn depressing for Spike to deal with at the moment. He was ruining a very good buzz and decided to leave the room before he thought himself straight. Or even worse, before he willed himself to go and look for Faye on his own. ' She left on her own' his thoughts were a little fuzzy after standing up too fast, ' she can come back on her own'. Feeling the need to get his mind off of all things Faye, he slowly progressed his way to the rotating corridor, with the common room as his ultimate goal. 'I think that I could use a good chat with Mr. Fan right now anyway' the cowboy quipped to himself, 'besides, Faye was just a pain in the ass anyway….' his thoughts were disrupted by the unusual but yet familiar feeling that his left foot was now experiencing. He winced as he looked down to find the source of the current sensation. ' You little mutherfucker…..' "Jet!", his scream could be heard through out the ship, "your fucking dog shit on the floor!". After a short silence, "It's got to smell better than yours I'm sure!" could be heard coming from somewhere near the kitchen. "Fuck you!" was all Spike could muster as a retort in his current condition. The same gruff voice that had made a comment about the aroma of his fecal matter could now be heard laughing. 'Fucking asshole' the green haired man pulled off his shoe and held it out at an arms length away from his face, 'you can clean it up yourself then'. It wasn't his fucking dog in the first place. He changed direction and headed back the way he had come. After chucking his shoe in the bathroom sink, he would clean it up later, the other shoe was tossed into his room to await the reunion with its mate at a later date.
Would you like to come along
You can help me sing this song
And it's alright
Baby it's alright
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
The trip to the common room seemed to take a millennium. Mostly due to the fact that Spike walked very cautiously to avoid any more of Olivia's hot steamy presents. Once his goal was reached, he sat himself down on the couch. Jet was doing something in the kitchen, Olivia happily grumbling and yipping like she was having a conversation with him. Spike hopped that he never got to the point when he started talking to animals like they knew what the fuck was going on in life. 'Death before senility is what I always say'. Like the dog was going to answer him back or something. That's why he talked to Mr. Fan, he could talk back. 'Speaking of Mr. Fan' the lanky form on the couch switched to a more comfortable horizontal position . With his hand behind his head and his feet hanging over the opposite end of the couch as his head, Spike began to engage a conversation with his buddy on the ceiling. Searching the spinning blades for the answers to life he so desperately needed to hear. 'Mr. Fan when will things be back to normal?' he paused to wait for the fans reply, 'yeah, I guess things were never really normal to begin with'. All of this thinking about Faye and her shitty life that was just like his and the nice way that she smelled. The thought of how long it had been since he actually had had sex with someone other than his right hand for the last three years. These thoughts all made him long to be touched and soothed by soft feminine hands, The hands of his long lost love, Julia. He could picture her face and her sad but alluring smile. Although it had been so long that he didn't quite remember what she smelled like. The young man seemed to be deeply in thought before he looked up and asked the fan his next question. 'Mr. Fan, will I ever find Julia?'. On cue the ever spinning fan stopped short . Soon after the sound of crackling and the smell of ozone, the fan began to emit a dark plume of smoke. Spike frowned, one of the darkest frowns that he could muster. 'Fuck you Mr. Fan!'. Jet peaked around the corner to see if his partner wanted something to eat, but paused when he saw the intense staring match that Spike was currently having with the fan. He popped back into the kitchen and shook his head at Olivia who barked in agreement that Spike was one messed up kid.
And it's alright
Baby it's alright
There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
We're on a road to nowhere……
That's it from Pimpin Satan for a little while. Satan sliced open a knuckle at work and needed six stitches and a shot. Satan is feeling the pain my friends. The lyrics were typed out with one hand laboriously this morning so that I could post this chapter. Unfortunately it would have to be the hand I use for righting, drawing, etc… Oh well, it could be worse. Will continue as soon as possible… Please review…. It would make me feel better.
Thanks to the Armani Ninja for all the support and for posting my art. Armani Ninja has a very pimpin site that you should check out!!! You got to love a pimpin site!
