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```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "Speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(Overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Pronunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= o/non/i/moh Chica= chee/ka
(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 angst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter 7: Who Should be here?
She looked at the mirror again.. "Thanks, that looks better." She said looking at her own reflection as if it were someone else.. She had an apartment lined up, a bit of change still, and had decided to work on her appearance.. So she now stared at herself.. Her hair was now a little less then shoulder length.. With a bit brighter highlights near the bangs and darker in the back. Also she had decided a different set of clothes were in order.. With the help of some other tip jars near-by.
A mid-thigh length blue jean skirt, her finger less gloves, a long sleeved black shirt, black stockings of sorts, a blue jean vest, her necklace, and black leather sandals. It was dark looking for sure but it all fit her perfectly and it might help some people not notice her.. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` The apartment wasn't all that great. 1 bedroom, a bathroom(no tub only a shower) and a small kitchen/breakfast bar. But then again, it was ONE maybe 15-18 year old girl.. Not too much room needed. At least that's how she saw it.. Then again, she might not even need it that long. It had furniture, a bed, a tv, fridge, freezer, a washer in a closet type thing near the front door, and a washer beside it. She counted herself lucky that the owner had considered her only a young girl just starting out and hadn't asked too many questions.
Yet.. She thought back to the boy in the park.. He'd seemed like a nice kid.. Then there was his mother.. Good god almighty broke the mold when he made her.. Then there was that gothic punk.. At least she'd written him off as such. And where was he? Who was? Hiei.. Didn't sound normal.. Well beside the fact there was a mountain named that.. (TRUE FACT!!)
Oh well she had work in the morning.. And she needed to get some sleep. But first she looked over the poem again.. Then went to sleep. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````
/All you slingers and fiends
Hide behind your rocks.
Put down your guard
I'm not here to box.
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns./
Chica put the glasses on the tray and walked toward the tables.. Every fiber of her bieng revolted against the waitress outfit but she bore it rather atractively.. It was a kimono, except it came up to her theighs. The owner had said 'people friendly'.. Not pervert friendly. Though it did fit her and showed her features.. She wanted to change and shove it down the guy's throat who was currently looking her over..
/You see it doesn't matter
Where you come from.
You could be from park ave.
Or from a park bench./
She smiled as she placed the glasses on a table for a couple then buzzed back to get something else.. When two boys caught her eye.. Both were apparently about her age.. Though taller. One had black 'slicked' back hair, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt. The other had orange hair in what reminded Chica of an afro gone bad, was taller, blue school pants, and a white shirt like the other but this one had a blue jacket.
/You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess./
Being the resourceful girl she was, she noted that they didn't have drinks.. So she looked for the other waitress.. Other side of the area.. Good. So she walked over, whipped out a pad and smiled again.. That would drive her up the wall.. "Hello, have you had your drinks ordered yet?"
The orange headed one looked up, and smiled. "No..."
The other suddenly looked happier. "Sake."
Chica smirked. "I.D."
He cursed. "Iced tea.." The other nodded and ordered the same. Chica smiled.. AGAIN. "Alright. I'm Chica and I'll be taking your order. Be right back." She said turning and letting the smile drop as she walked over to get the drinks.. Only to make it half way before arms wrapped around her waist.. BAD MOVE. REAL BAD MOVE. /But if you're lookin' for a fist
And you're lookin' to unite.
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight./ "'Ello.. Wanta come wif me?" Drunk.. //Eh.. Figures.// Chica raised her arm as she noticed the two boys get up to help but then at her signal stopped.. She changed the hand into a fist. "Well. Not," WHAAAAAAMMMM! She spun around and her hand connected with his jaw.. "REALLY!" He tumbled to the ground.. Eyes nice and swirly, about ten feet away. /Not to your death
And not to your grave.
I'm talkin' about that freedom. Fight like a brave./ Chica straightened her kimono. "But thanks for the offer, drunkie." She spat walking back to the bar to get the teas.. The boys blinked, looked at her then sat down.. Their conversation turning silent in confusion..
Chica ignored the stares and the manager getting the man to his feet then shoving him out the door. She calmly walked over to the boy's table and placed the drinks down. "Do you need anything else?" Her face had a slight smile but nothing else.. Her purple eyes still held a trace of anger but she ignored it.. "No.. No thanks." The orange headed one added the last word as nicely as he could manage.. Probably not liking her apparent not so softness.
/Fight like a brave.
Don't be a slave.
No one can tell you
To be afraid./
"Alright, here's the bill and sorry about that jerk." She rolled her eyes. "He'll learn or get a VERY bruised brain." She ended it simply and walked off.. Leaving a chuckling pair. /If you're sick-a-sick 'n' tired
Of being sick and tired.
If you're sick of all the bullshit
And sick of all the lies./
Chica glanced at the clock then noticed that the manager was walking over to her.. Uh oh... //I won't beg.. I won't beg not to be sacked.. I won't beg..//
"Anonimo, er... Sorry about him.. The other waitress let him have a little too much.." He stumbled on his words with an apoligatic look on his face.. His gray mustach contoring with a smile. "But you handled him like a big girl.." "Yeah.." "Well good job. Just try to make it a bit softer should that happen again." He nodded and walked off.. Leaving a very wide eyed and happy Chica..
/It's better than never.
To set-a-set it stright.
You know the life is dead.
So give youself a break./````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````
"Whew.. I can't beleive I made it through eight hours of that... Oh well.. Better that job then no job I suppose." Chica sighed and straightened her kimono again.. And looking disdainfully at her black dsandals then she looked at her kimono again.. It was a dark orange nearly red color, with a black obi..
/Get it through your head.
Get it off your chest.
Get it out you arm.
Because it's time to start afresh./
She began the walk 'home' in pretty good spirits and looked around the city in the afternoon light. It was just so full of people. Who was she to hope to find anyone who was looking for her..
/You want to stop dying
The life life you could be livin'.
I'm here to tell a story
But I'm also here to listen./
She turned the key and opened her apartment door.. Kicked off her sandals and walked in. There was a tug at her throat.. Like she should be saying something. 'Hello I'm home?' To who? No one was here.. But maybe there should be, her thoughts answered as she sighed heavily.. This was stupid.. No one was here and no one ever had been. There.
/No, I'm not your preacher.
And i'm not your physician.
I'm just trying to reach you.
I'm a rebel with a mission./ She dropped onto the bed with a 'thump' and sighed again. But she couldn't shake that feeling that someone should be here.. A little voice.. Laughing and young. And maybe even another.. Older and a smile.. But who?
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` Alright.. I haven't updated in a while.. GOMEN! I've been working on my other story, Temple Grounds which I'm proud to say should be ending her soon. Which I'm proud to say will be my first fic to be completed that the public has seen!! (cheers and grabs a bottle of fizzy juice..)
But thank you everyone for the reviews, I've let you down for a while.. But PHEW I'm tired. I'll start on the other chapter for this later today or maybe even right after I upload this.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "Speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(Overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Pronunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= o/non/i/moh Chica= chee/ka
(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 angst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter 7: Who Should be here?
She looked at the mirror again.. "Thanks, that looks better." She said looking at her own reflection as if it were someone else.. She had an apartment lined up, a bit of change still, and had decided to work on her appearance.. So she now stared at herself.. Her hair was now a little less then shoulder length.. With a bit brighter highlights near the bangs and darker in the back. Also she had decided a different set of clothes were in order.. With the help of some other tip jars near-by.
A mid-thigh length blue jean skirt, her finger less gloves, a long sleeved black shirt, black stockings of sorts, a blue jean vest, her necklace, and black leather sandals. It was dark looking for sure but it all fit her perfectly and it might help some people not notice her.. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` The apartment wasn't all that great. 1 bedroom, a bathroom(no tub only a shower) and a small kitchen/breakfast bar. But then again, it was ONE maybe 15-18 year old girl.. Not too much room needed. At least that's how she saw it.. Then again, she might not even need it that long. It had furniture, a bed, a tv, fridge, freezer, a washer in a closet type thing near the front door, and a washer beside it. She counted herself lucky that the owner had considered her only a young girl just starting out and hadn't asked too many questions.
Yet.. She thought back to the boy in the park.. He'd seemed like a nice kid.. Then there was his mother.. Good god almighty broke the mold when he made her.. Then there was that gothic punk.. At least she'd written him off as such. And where was he? Who was? Hiei.. Didn't sound normal.. Well beside the fact there was a mountain named that.. (TRUE FACT!!)
Oh well she had work in the morning.. And she needed to get some sleep. But first she looked over the poem again.. Then went to sleep. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````
/All you slingers and fiends
Hide behind your rocks.
Put down your guard
I'm not here to box.
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns./
Chica put the glasses on the tray and walked toward the tables.. Every fiber of her bieng revolted against the waitress outfit but she bore it rather atractively.. It was a kimono, except it came up to her theighs. The owner had said 'people friendly'.. Not pervert friendly. Though it did fit her and showed her features.. She wanted to change and shove it down the guy's throat who was currently looking her over..
/You see it doesn't matter
Where you come from.
You could be from park ave.
Or from a park bench./
She smiled as she placed the glasses on a table for a couple then buzzed back to get something else.. When two boys caught her eye.. Both were apparently about her age.. Though taller. One had black 'slicked' back hair, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt. The other had orange hair in what reminded Chica of an afro gone bad, was taller, blue school pants, and a white shirt like the other but this one had a blue jacket.
/You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess./
Being the resourceful girl she was, she noted that they didn't have drinks.. So she looked for the other waitress.. Other side of the area.. Good. So she walked over, whipped out a pad and smiled again.. That would drive her up the wall.. "Hello, have you had your drinks ordered yet?"
The orange headed one looked up, and smiled. "No..."
The other suddenly looked happier. "Sake."
Chica smirked. "I.D."
He cursed. "Iced tea.." The other nodded and ordered the same. Chica smiled.. AGAIN. "Alright. I'm Chica and I'll be taking your order. Be right back." She said turning and letting the smile drop as she walked over to get the drinks.. Only to make it half way before arms wrapped around her waist.. BAD MOVE. REAL BAD MOVE. /But if you're lookin' for a fist
And you're lookin' to unite.
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight./ "'Ello.. Wanta come wif me?" Drunk.. //Eh.. Figures.// Chica raised her arm as she noticed the two boys get up to help but then at her signal stopped.. She changed the hand into a fist. "Well. Not," WHAAAAAAMMMM! She spun around and her hand connected with his jaw.. "REALLY!" He tumbled to the ground.. Eyes nice and swirly, about ten feet away. /Not to your death
And not to your grave.
I'm talkin' about that freedom. Fight like a brave./ Chica straightened her kimono. "But thanks for the offer, drunkie." She spat walking back to the bar to get the teas.. The boys blinked, looked at her then sat down.. Their conversation turning silent in confusion..
Chica ignored the stares and the manager getting the man to his feet then shoving him out the door. She calmly walked over to the boy's table and placed the drinks down. "Do you need anything else?" Her face had a slight smile but nothing else.. Her purple eyes still held a trace of anger but she ignored it.. "No.. No thanks." The orange headed one added the last word as nicely as he could manage.. Probably not liking her apparent not so softness.
/Fight like a brave.
Don't be a slave.
No one can tell you
To be afraid./
"Alright, here's the bill and sorry about that jerk." She rolled her eyes. "He'll learn or get a VERY bruised brain." She ended it simply and walked off.. Leaving a chuckling pair. /If you're sick-a-sick 'n' tired
Of being sick and tired.
If you're sick of all the bullshit
And sick of all the lies./
Chica glanced at the clock then noticed that the manager was walking over to her.. Uh oh... //I won't beg.. I won't beg not to be sacked.. I won't beg..//
"Anonimo, er... Sorry about him.. The other waitress let him have a little too much.." He stumbled on his words with an apoligatic look on his face.. His gray mustach contoring with a smile. "But you handled him like a big girl.." "Yeah.." "Well good job. Just try to make it a bit softer should that happen again." He nodded and walked off.. Leaving a very wide eyed and happy Chica..
/It's better than never.
To set-a-set it stright.
You know the life is dead.
So give youself a break./````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````
"Whew.. I can't beleive I made it through eight hours of that... Oh well.. Better that job then no job I suppose." Chica sighed and straightened her kimono again.. And looking disdainfully at her black dsandals then she looked at her kimono again.. It was a dark orange nearly red color, with a black obi..
/Get it through your head.
Get it off your chest.
Get it out you arm.
Because it's time to start afresh./
She began the walk 'home' in pretty good spirits and looked around the city in the afternoon light. It was just so full of people. Who was she to hope to find anyone who was looking for her..
/You want to stop dying
The life life you could be livin'.
I'm here to tell a story
But I'm also here to listen./
She turned the key and opened her apartment door.. Kicked off her sandals and walked in. There was a tug at her throat.. Like she should be saying something. 'Hello I'm home?' To who? No one was here.. But maybe there should be, her thoughts answered as she sighed heavily.. This was stupid.. No one was here and no one ever had been. There.
/No, I'm not your preacher.
And i'm not your physician.
I'm just trying to reach you.
I'm a rebel with a mission./ She dropped onto the bed with a 'thump' and sighed again. But she couldn't shake that feeling that someone should be here.. A little voice.. Laughing and young. And maybe even another.. Older and a smile.. But who?
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````` Alright.. I haven't updated in a while.. GOMEN! I've been working on my other story, Temple Grounds which I'm proud to say should be ending her soon. Which I'm proud to say will be my first fic to be completed that the public has seen!! (cheers and grabs a bottle of fizzy juice..)
But thank you everyone for the reviews, I've let you down for a while.. But PHEW I'm tired. I'll start on the other chapter for this later today or maybe even right after I upload this.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........