Isaac: ::holds up sign that says "Give her a break! The poor girl has-", changes signs, "about fourty million fics to write on at
the time, and-", changes signs, "she's in college, so she's trying as hard-",
changes signs, "she can!"::
Um...thanks, Isaac. Well, that says it all.
Isaac: ::holds up sign that says "she owns nothing!"::
Thank you again.
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Chapter 5: Sunglasses
Alex had come to Kalay in
search of a new life.
It wasn't very original,
and he knew it. But life in the icey north, particularly Imil, was not
only cold, but very, very dull. That, and he had been banished from the
afore mentioned town. But that wouldn't stop him. He was in Kalay to make
a name for himself.
He was walking down the
cobble streets when the stand caught his eye.
Now, it was a normal stand, just like any of the others lining the
street, but it's wares were something entirely new and incredible. Each
was perched on the revolving stand, begging to be tried on.
"Sunglasses," the man behind
the counter said, noticing Alex's intrest. "Hammet's new company, COOLOOKINGUNK
has just released these babies onto the market."
Alex picked up a particularly
sleek pair, silver in color. "Nice."
"Try them on, you'll like
them!" the man promised. Alex slipped the sunglasses on, and looked into
the mirror that was nailed next to the revolving stand.
He looked good.
Better than good, actually.
Good was normal.
"You like?" the man asked,
leaning forward eagerly.
"How much?" Alex admired
his reflection from all angles.
"One hundred coins."
Alex shrugged, the price
wasn't too steep. He gave the money to the man and walked down the street
with his new sunglasses.
It was at that moment that
he saw the sign.
"Ivan's Dance Club!" it
read in big, bold letters. "Come and have one hell of a good time!"
"Sounds...intresting," Alex
decided.
Later that night, Alex walked
into the club.
He had his long blue hair
tied back, and was dressed completely in black, including a trench coat.
And, accompaning him, were his now ever present sun glasses.
He ignored the looks he
was getting from some of the girls and headed strait for the bar. A blonde
kid, probably a year or two younger than him, with hair that defied all
laws of physics, was pouring some drinks. He saw Alex, and waved one hand,
still managing to keep the pitcher steady. "Hold on, I'll be with you in
a minute."
Alex shrugged and sat back
to wait. When the bar tender was done serving two giggling girls, he turned
to him. "What'll it be?"
"Just water, thanks," Alex
nodded. The kid looked a bit unhappy with this, but quickly obliged. "So,
what's your name?"
"Isaac," the kid handed
him his water. He had even put ice in it. "And yours?"
"Alex," he replied, sipping
his water. "You from Kalay?"
"Nah, Vale," Isaac shook
his head.
"Ah, the town of erruptions."
Isaac looked a bit sheepish,
but didn't make any comment. "Yeah, me and my friend Garet decided to come
to Kalay after Mt. Aleph blew it's top." He motioned to the DJ platform,
where another kid with hair that defied all laws of physics, only this
time it was auburn, was blasting out the ear drum busting music that had
every teen in Angora in an uproar. He seemed a bit preoccupied with a blue
haired girl that seemed perfectly content to hang all over him and never
let go.
"So you guys are rooming
together," Alex nodded. "Hey, who's this Ivan guy that owns this place?
I need a job, and..."
"Oh, over there," Isaac
pointed to a very young kid with blonde hair sitting on the DJ platform,
ignoring Garet and his entertainment. "Ivan Hammet, it's actually his daddy
who owns the place."
"Hey, nothing wrong with
that," Alex shrugged. "Some people are lucky."
"Yeah, some."
Another two people sat next
to him at the bar. One was a girl a year or two younger than him with long
brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a tight fitting red
baby tee and a pair of black leather jeans. She fanned herself with her
hand, flushed from dancing. Her partner was a surly looking boy with brown
hair just as long.
"Wow! This is so much fun!
Wouldn't you say, Felix?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," Felix
grumbled. "It'd probably be funner if we both had dates."
It was then that a disappointed
Alex realized that they were brother and sister. He grinned at the girl,
who started blushing. "The name's Alex. And I'm sure your name is just
as beautiful as you."
"Oh, it's Jenna," she mumbled,
lowering her gaze.
Felix muttered something
that sounded suspiciously like "that was SO lame..."
"And I was right," Alex
ignored Felix. "Do you want to dance?"
"Sure!" Jenna bounced to
her feet instantly, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out onto the dance
floor.
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Isaac: O_o;;;
Okay, thanks for reading this utterly stupid fic. And join Ivan's Dance
Club at the website! Ah, c'mon! It's FUN!
Alex: Come Join us at www.geocities.com/alexglaven!