DISCLAIMER*** Ok, ppl, I hafta say this… I DON'T OWN BIG O! Never did, never will. I'm just a rabid fan who enjoys writing because I have no life. Thank you. *bows*
Chapter 1 --- Storm
The sky was a dusty grey-blue, rain pouring from its dark clouds. Occasionally, a strip of golden lightning would strike the steel buildings of Paradigm City. What seemed to be an average teenage girl could be seen perched atop the ledge of a tall building. From inside the safety of that building, a man watched through foggy windows, thinking to himself. 'Why does she stand out there in this kind of weather?' He asked himself. 'Why doesn't she come inside instead?' Yes, this girl was very unpredictable and undoubtedly the most complicated person that ever lived... Well, she wasn't really a person anyway... She was an android, but you'd never guess just by looking at her.
Rain soaked through her ebony dress, her hair matted and sticking to the sides of her face. Her eyes were empty and wondrous, though her skin was ghostly white. She took in a huge breath of crisp rain air, exhaling slowly. The rain was comforting. Storms were soothing to her. Even the thunder's roaring was comforting. She bent down gracefully and sat, her legs dangling over the ledge, somewhat dangerously. It was obvious that she wasn't afraid of falling. How could she be? She was just a well built robot after all. The man that watched her had had enough. He opened the door and walked out into the storm.
"Dorothy!" He called. She turned her head, her face emotionless. "What're you doing?! This is a dangerous storm!" He said, fighting the wind in order to take a few steps forward. "I like storms. You know that, Roger Smith." Se said matter-of-factly, her voice toneless. He stood beside her, shielding his face from the unbearable rain and wind. "How can you stand it out here?!" He questioned through gritted teeth. "I told you. I like storms." She replied blankly. He sighed. It was hopeless. He turned and gratefully went inside. Dorothy just sat there while the wind enveloped her, the rain still falling as if endlessly.
It was late. Very late. Roger tossed and turned in his large black bed. The sound of rain pelting the roof and windows, the thunder, the sound of lightning splitting the air as it struck was so very uncomforting. How could Dorothy stand it?! She was just so... odd. Whatever normal people did, she did the exact opposite, and it was frustrating. He opened his eyes, letting out a small huffy sigh. "Sleep just doesn't come easy these days..." He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his scruffy black hair. The storm wasn't letting up at all. He cursed as a loud boom of thunder made him jump. He gave a hopeless sigh. 'How can anybody sleep under these circumstances?!'
Then a curious thought hit him... Was Dorothy still sitting out there? No... She couldn't be! That would be so stupid! Nobody was that ignorant! He trashed the thought and then realized that a nice cup of black coffee sounded perfect for such a cold and rainy night. He slowly crawled out of bed and stretched. "Hell, why not?" He asked aloud. "I've got nothing better to do..." So he migrated to the large kitchen, pulling a black mug down from a cabinet on the wall. The room radiated darkness. Everything in the Smith Household was black. It was a rule.
He filled the cup with water, then proceeded to heat it and add spoonfuls of black coffee. He added a tiny bit of sugar, not wanting to tamper with the usually unbearable strong ness of the coffee itself. He took a sip, relaxing instantly. His shoulders slackened, his face a little less stern. He slipped into the living room where light was extremely scarce, the only exception being the flickering lightning outside. He looked out through the large window and about spilled his coffee all over himself. Dorothy was still sitting out there! He stood, wondering how she would be so clueless. He gave a quick glance to the clock. It was 2 in the morning. He shook his head in disbelief, draping his coat over his shoulders and emerging himself into the storm.
***Well, that's the end of ch. 1! Gee, arentcha proud? You can leave reviews if ya want. They're much appreciated! ^^ I always loved the pairing of Dorothy and Roger, but prepare for a HUGE tragedy in about ch. 3 maybe… It's gonna be big… Just wait…
Chapter 1 --- Storm
The sky was a dusty grey-blue, rain pouring from its dark clouds. Occasionally, a strip of golden lightning would strike the steel buildings of Paradigm City. What seemed to be an average teenage girl could be seen perched atop the ledge of a tall building. From inside the safety of that building, a man watched through foggy windows, thinking to himself. 'Why does she stand out there in this kind of weather?' He asked himself. 'Why doesn't she come inside instead?' Yes, this girl was very unpredictable and undoubtedly the most complicated person that ever lived... Well, she wasn't really a person anyway... She was an android, but you'd never guess just by looking at her.
Rain soaked through her ebony dress, her hair matted and sticking to the sides of her face. Her eyes were empty and wondrous, though her skin was ghostly white. She took in a huge breath of crisp rain air, exhaling slowly. The rain was comforting. Storms were soothing to her. Even the thunder's roaring was comforting. She bent down gracefully and sat, her legs dangling over the ledge, somewhat dangerously. It was obvious that she wasn't afraid of falling. How could she be? She was just a well built robot after all. The man that watched her had had enough. He opened the door and walked out into the storm.
"Dorothy!" He called. She turned her head, her face emotionless. "What're you doing?! This is a dangerous storm!" He said, fighting the wind in order to take a few steps forward. "I like storms. You know that, Roger Smith." Se said matter-of-factly, her voice toneless. He stood beside her, shielding his face from the unbearable rain and wind. "How can you stand it out here?!" He questioned through gritted teeth. "I told you. I like storms." She replied blankly. He sighed. It was hopeless. He turned and gratefully went inside. Dorothy just sat there while the wind enveloped her, the rain still falling as if endlessly.
It was late. Very late. Roger tossed and turned in his large black bed. The sound of rain pelting the roof and windows, the thunder, the sound of lightning splitting the air as it struck was so very uncomforting. How could Dorothy stand it?! She was just so... odd. Whatever normal people did, she did the exact opposite, and it was frustrating. He opened his eyes, letting out a small huffy sigh. "Sleep just doesn't come easy these days..." He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his scruffy black hair. The storm wasn't letting up at all. He cursed as a loud boom of thunder made him jump. He gave a hopeless sigh. 'How can anybody sleep under these circumstances?!'
Then a curious thought hit him... Was Dorothy still sitting out there? No... She couldn't be! That would be so stupid! Nobody was that ignorant! He trashed the thought and then realized that a nice cup of black coffee sounded perfect for such a cold and rainy night. He slowly crawled out of bed and stretched. "Hell, why not?" He asked aloud. "I've got nothing better to do..." So he migrated to the large kitchen, pulling a black mug down from a cabinet on the wall. The room radiated darkness. Everything in the Smith Household was black. It was a rule.
He filled the cup with water, then proceeded to heat it and add spoonfuls of black coffee. He added a tiny bit of sugar, not wanting to tamper with the usually unbearable strong ness of the coffee itself. He took a sip, relaxing instantly. His shoulders slackened, his face a little less stern. He slipped into the living room where light was extremely scarce, the only exception being the flickering lightning outside. He looked out through the large window and about spilled his coffee all over himself. Dorothy was still sitting out there! He stood, wondering how she would be so clueless. He gave a quick glance to the clock. It was 2 in the morning. He shook his head in disbelief, draping his coat over his shoulders and emerging himself into the storm.
***Well, that's the end of ch. 1! Gee, arentcha proud? You can leave reviews if ya want. They're much appreciated! ^^ I always loved the pairing of Dorothy and Roger, but prepare for a HUGE tragedy in about ch. 3 maybe… It's gonna be big… Just wait…