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```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Prenunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= an/on/i/mo Checa=chee/kah
(This will be updated as new characters come into light)
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Ying And Yang-Or somewhere in-between. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````` Summary: Two different people with the same view of life.. Down and hard on her luck one girl if trying to end everything.. But it's up to one Jaganshi to stop her in the end... Or Die trying. Slightly Dark with agnst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter 4: Anonimo Chica
(This part gets a little.. Odd so please read with a non critical eye.. It's 3 a.m., I have NO coffee, I have school in the morning and for once in my life I'm in the mood for EVEN MORE humor in the fic so.. Hang tight and hope we all survive...)
It was one of those times where you wonder what happened and why you are here... And for the purple-eyed girl it was like that now.. How had she got to the hospital? Was she sick? She felt fine.. Was she 'unstable'... No she seemed okay... Then why? //Maybe I'm wrong.. I could be dreaming.. And I'll wake up and remember everything I need to.. Sounds simple..// "Okay maybe that's too simple hmmm... Gotta be something in one of these pockets.." She muttered, and indeed there was, but 'not much'..
A little money, peper, a pen, a ring of keys, a small address book, a hair tie, a white strip of cloth, and an odd phote of someone.. She replaced everything but the picture and held it in the dim light from the street lamp she was leaning against..
It was of.. A person.. Not anyone she recognized but then again that was normal by now.. SHE had brown hair, deep blue eyes, and she was wearing a blue-jean vest of sorts with nothing really under it.. But her right arm was wrapped around.... A smaller version of the teen... //So this pictures of me.. And someone else.... Wonder who? She doesn't look anything like me.. Not even the same eyes.. Mine are more slanted.. //
She shrugged, then wrote it off as a 'I'll deal with it later project' and shoved it into one of the many pockets again.. Then she felt someone place a hand on her shoulder.. And she didn't like it..
"What've we got 'ere? Looks like a little lost school girl." The owner's voice was thick and slurred from drinking, and deffiniatly male.. But purple eyes narrowed and she repremanded herself. //10 secounds.. If he's not gone in 10 I can tear him limb from limb from calling me a 'little' girl.. 10.... 9....//
8 seconds- He hadn't moved..
7 seconds- Two more appeared, surrounding her..
6-seconds- She grit her teeth as a few more drunken jokes came about her hieght...
5 seconds- They began to get a little too close... And chose ANOTHER topic for ridicule.. The fact that she had a rather 'nice-looking' *cough* 'form' *cough*.
4 seconds- //Stop, they can still walk off.. They got brains now...//
3 seconds- //Come on creeps use 'em already.. Just walk off like a bunch of GOOD drunken idiots..//
2 seconds- "Look fellas, she's tembillin'.. Pore little bitch is scared stiff!"
1 second- She'd had it..
WHAM!!! In their eyes the 'little girl' was replaced by several well landed punches and a few kicks below the belts strictly out of the fact she was sick of all the 'eye balling' she was getting from them.. And for rather personal stress venting reasons.
Then 3 seconds later.. They were all down and every one of them with thier faces bruised in the same pattern.. Along with probably a little sore around the leg area...
Only then did she sigh with a smug look on her face. "Sorry boys, been buildin' that up for a good hour. Hope you don't mind." She said but her smirk faded as one, the leader rolled over and looked at her.. His eyes squinting from the new swells appearing on his face. "Who... Are.. You...?"
The teen only stared back, calm and completely silent as the guy slid into darkness.. But she answered loud enough for him to hear, "Anonimo..." She said as a small pleased smile formed over her rose-red lips. "Anonimo Chica.. That's my name.." ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````
After a few more brawls with the local drunks Anonimo felt a bit more relieved as she had atleast a name.. Not much of one but she could get by with saying it was a nick-name because of some stupid girlish reason.. Though everytime she repeated it, something else seemed to be at the tip of her toung... Like she knew what she was supposed to say... But Heaven only knew..... //Heaven... // "THAT PAPER! Where is it?"
Anonimo began pulling out things from the pockets and finally she found a wadded sheet of paper with black marks on it.. Someone had written on another sheet and this one had been bled on by the pen.. It was short, a poem from the looks of it.. But her eyes scanned for the right place.. And she read it out loud...
"I don't understand what happened here, But everyone has to know, That sometimes what we do is foolish in many ways, And not worth to reep what we sew. (pronounced s/oh)
Why do we talk like this, and yell like that, Why do we cry like this and fall like that, 'Cause I know there's gotta be somethin' better out there. But we've gotta stay here to show others that we care.
Your point was never crossed or spoken of, No one understands what your death meant, So why'd you waist life, Only because others held you in contempt..
But you never accomplished what you set out to do, So Why do we yell like that, and talk like this? When we're all just tryin' to find our own way.. But I'm gonna let the world prove, That I've still got somethin' to do."
And that was it.. Why had someone written it? And what about? Anonimo glanced at the bottom, it was signed Darkness From Heaven.. That's where she'd remember that from.. But who? "This is pointless, I'm lost, I can't remember anything.. And I'm as good as dead.." She let her purple orbs stray toward the stars.. "Who ever's up there really doesn't wanna help me.. Figures.." She slid down in place, back leaning against a tree... Where-ever she was it sure didn't look very promising.. She was alone... "Yeah, figures.." ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````
Ug... Not as long as last time but worth a little wait?
Thank you for all the reviews i've recieved, if I can get enough internet time I'll start thanking each person individualy.. Maybe.. Depends on if i get ungrounded and can stop sneaking these chapters online.. Oh well, until next time..
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Prenunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= an/on/i/mo Checa=chee/kah
(This will be updated as new characters come into light)
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Ying And Yang-Or somewhere in-between. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````` Summary: Two different people with the same view of life.. Down and hard on her luck one girl if trying to end everything.. But it's up to one Jaganshi to stop her in the end... Or Die trying. Slightly Dark with agnst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter 4: Anonimo Chica
(This part gets a little.. Odd so please read with a non critical eye.. It's 3 a.m., I have NO coffee, I have school in the morning and for once in my life I'm in the mood for EVEN MORE humor in the fic so.. Hang tight and hope we all survive...)
It was one of those times where you wonder what happened and why you are here... And for the purple-eyed girl it was like that now.. How had she got to the hospital? Was she sick? She felt fine.. Was she 'unstable'... No she seemed okay... Then why? //Maybe I'm wrong.. I could be dreaming.. And I'll wake up and remember everything I need to.. Sounds simple..// "Okay maybe that's too simple hmmm... Gotta be something in one of these pockets.." She muttered, and indeed there was, but 'not much'..
A little money, peper, a pen, a ring of keys, a small address book, a hair tie, a white strip of cloth, and an odd phote of someone.. She replaced everything but the picture and held it in the dim light from the street lamp she was leaning against..
It was of.. A person.. Not anyone she recognized but then again that was normal by now.. SHE had brown hair, deep blue eyes, and she was wearing a blue-jean vest of sorts with nothing really under it.. But her right arm was wrapped around.... A smaller version of the teen... //So this pictures of me.. And someone else.... Wonder who? She doesn't look anything like me.. Not even the same eyes.. Mine are more slanted.. //
She shrugged, then wrote it off as a 'I'll deal with it later project' and shoved it into one of the many pockets again.. Then she felt someone place a hand on her shoulder.. And she didn't like it..
"What've we got 'ere? Looks like a little lost school girl." The owner's voice was thick and slurred from drinking, and deffiniatly male.. But purple eyes narrowed and she repremanded herself. //10 secounds.. If he's not gone in 10 I can tear him limb from limb from calling me a 'little' girl.. 10.... 9....//
8 seconds- He hadn't moved..
7 seconds- Two more appeared, surrounding her..
6-seconds- She grit her teeth as a few more drunken jokes came about her hieght...
5 seconds- They began to get a little too close... And chose ANOTHER topic for ridicule.. The fact that she had a rather 'nice-looking' *cough* 'form' *cough*.
4 seconds- //Stop, they can still walk off.. They got brains now...//
3 seconds- //Come on creeps use 'em already.. Just walk off like a bunch of GOOD drunken idiots..//
2 seconds- "Look fellas, she's tembillin'.. Pore little bitch is scared stiff!"
1 second- She'd had it..
WHAM!!! In their eyes the 'little girl' was replaced by several well landed punches and a few kicks below the belts strictly out of the fact she was sick of all the 'eye balling' she was getting from them.. And for rather personal stress venting reasons.
Then 3 seconds later.. They were all down and every one of them with thier faces bruised in the same pattern.. Along with probably a little sore around the leg area...
Only then did she sigh with a smug look on her face. "Sorry boys, been buildin' that up for a good hour. Hope you don't mind." She said but her smirk faded as one, the leader rolled over and looked at her.. His eyes squinting from the new swells appearing on his face. "Who... Are.. You...?"
The teen only stared back, calm and completely silent as the guy slid into darkness.. But she answered loud enough for him to hear, "Anonimo..." She said as a small pleased smile formed over her rose-red lips. "Anonimo Chica.. That's my name.." ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````
After a few more brawls with the local drunks Anonimo felt a bit more relieved as she had atleast a name.. Not much of one but she could get by with saying it was a nick-name because of some stupid girlish reason.. Though everytime she repeated it, something else seemed to be at the tip of her toung... Like she knew what she was supposed to say... But Heaven only knew..... //Heaven... // "THAT PAPER! Where is it?"
Anonimo began pulling out things from the pockets and finally she found a wadded sheet of paper with black marks on it.. Someone had written on another sheet and this one had been bled on by the pen.. It was short, a poem from the looks of it.. But her eyes scanned for the right place.. And she read it out loud...
"I don't understand what happened here, But everyone has to know, That sometimes what we do is foolish in many ways, And not worth to reep what we sew. (pronounced s/oh)
Why do we talk like this, and yell like that, Why do we cry like this and fall like that, 'Cause I know there's gotta be somethin' better out there. But we've gotta stay here to show others that we care.
Your point was never crossed or spoken of, No one understands what your death meant, So why'd you waist life, Only because others held you in contempt..
But you never accomplished what you set out to do, So Why do we yell like that, and talk like this? When we're all just tryin' to find our own way.. But I'm gonna let the world prove, That I've still got somethin' to do."
And that was it.. Why had someone written it? And what about? Anonimo glanced at the bottom, it was signed Darkness From Heaven.. That's where she'd remember that from.. But who? "This is pointless, I'm lost, I can't remember anything.. And I'm as good as dead.." She let her purple orbs stray toward the stars.. "Who ever's up there really doesn't wanna help me.. Figures.." She slid down in place, back leaning against a tree... Where-ever she was it sure didn't look very promising.. She was alone... "Yeah, figures.." ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````
Ug... Not as long as last time but worth a little wait?
Thank you for all the reviews i've recieved, if I can get enough internet time I'll start thanking each person individualy.. Maybe.. Depends on if i get ungrounded and can stop sneaking these chapters online.. Oh well, until next time..