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"Life is just a dream, you know." Those were the last things that echoed through his head as he was lost to the world. What he didn't expect was to continue on with his life. He was going to make some new friends and find that fate was a fickle lady.
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He sat up with a jolt and grunted in pain. He looked down at his body to find out he was in a pair of underwear and bandage up everywhere there was a wound. He looks around and discovers that he was lying on a thick green, wool blanket only to be covered by a thin white sheet. Around him was a large white tent made of a thick material.
"Oh, I see you're finally up. I was starting to worry about you." A girl that looked about 13 or 14 pushed the flap of the tent away and walked in. She wore black jean pants, black boots, a long sleeve shirt that was white and had words in pink that said "I Love my Attitude Problem", over the shirt she wore a black vest. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and her eyes became blue when she pushed her black rimmed, red lenses sunglasses up on to her head.
"Who are you, where am I, and why am I in my underwear?"
"Err... Good questions." she answers with her face bright red. "Well, my name is Dara Baldwin, you're in this tent, wherever that is, and I had to wrap your wounds. Also I removed some bullets from you. I've never done that before, so I think I did more damage then what the bullets did."
"Really and where is all my stuff?"
"Right here, over in the corner." Dara picks up his clothes and drops them off next to him.
He shuffles through his clothes and looks up at her. "What did you do with my cigarettes?"
"One, I don't like people smoking, and two, smoke outside."
"Fine, fine, whatever." He gets up, in pain, and walks towards the tent flap.
"Here you may want these." She tosses his clothes at him, then his cigarettes and lighter.
He pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth, "Um, thanks." He steps into his pants, pulls them up, and button then zips them up before he steps outside. "What the hell?" He manages to say, without dropping his cigarette.
Dara pushes her way out of the tent and smiles. "I told you, you may want them. As hot as it is in this desert, you are better off completely clothed."
"Whatever." He puts on his clothes, lights up his cigarette, and beginnings to puff on it.
"So how did you die?"
"What?" he asked almost drops his cigarette.
"How did you die?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I think I died on a train wreck." As she talked she started to roll up one of her sleeves. "I was on a train when I heard a noise that woke me up. I find myself here, all bloody and cut up. I was lucky and had scratches on my face, but you can still see my other wounds." She shows him her for arm that was completely wrapped. She pulls down her sleeve and asks, "Well, how did you die?"
"For revenge."
"Okay, so that isn't how I expected you to die. That does kind of explain why you had all those bullet holes and cuts. Can I ask you one more thing?"
"That would be?"
"What's your name?"
"You're telling me that after seeing me in my underwear, that you didn't search my pockets."
"Well no, that would be going through your personal life. I figure you would tell me everything when you are ready."
"And seeing me in my underwear isn't?"
"Not if you are bleeding to death on the sand!"
"Good point. My name is, Spike Spiegel."
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"Life is just a dream, you know." Those were the last things that echoed through his head as he was lost to the world. What he didn't expect was to continue on with his life. He was going to make some new friends and find that fate was a fickle lady.
~*~*~
He sat up with a jolt and grunted in pain. He looked down at his body to find out he was in a pair of underwear and bandage up everywhere there was a wound. He looks around and discovers that he was lying on a thick green, wool blanket only to be covered by a thin white sheet. Around him was a large white tent made of a thick material.
"Oh, I see you're finally up. I was starting to worry about you." A girl that looked about 13 or 14 pushed the flap of the tent away and walked in. She wore black jean pants, black boots, a long sleeve shirt that was white and had words in pink that said "I Love my Attitude Problem", over the shirt she wore a black vest. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and her eyes became blue when she pushed her black rimmed, red lenses sunglasses up on to her head.
"Who are you, where am I, and why am I in my underwear?"
"Err... Good questions." she answers with her face bright red. "Well, my name is Dara Baldwin, you're in this tent, wherever that is, and I had to wrap your wounds. Also I removed some bullets from you. I've never done that before, so I think I did more damage then what the bullets did."
"Really and where is all my stuff?"
"Right here, over in the corner." Dara picks up his clothes and drops them off next to him.
He shuffles through his clothes and looks up at her. "What did you do with my cigarettes?"
"One, I don't like people smoking, and two, smoke outside."
"Fine, fine, whatever." He gets up, in pain, and walks towards the tent flap.
"Here you may want these." She tosses his clothes at him, then his cigarettes and lighter.
He pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth, "Um, thanks." He steps into his pants, pulls them up, and button then zips them up before he steps outside. "What the hell?" He manages to say, without dropping his cigarette.
Dara pushes her way out of the tent and smiles. "I told you, you may want them. As hot as it is in this desert, you are better off completely clothed."
"Whatever." He puts on his clothes, lights up his cigarette, and beginnings to puff on it.
"So how did you die?"
"What?" he asked almost drops his cigarette.
"How did you die?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I think I died on a train wreck." As she talked she started to roll up one of her sleeves. "I was on a train when I heard a noise that woke me up. I find myself here, all bloody and cut up. I was lucky and had scratches on my face, but you can still see my other wounds." She shows him her for arm that was completely wrapped. She pulls down her sleeve and asks, "Well, how did you die?"
"For revenge."
"Okay, so that isn't how I expected you to die. That does kind of explain why you had all those bullet holes and cuts. Can I ask you one more thing?"
"That would be?"
"What's your name?"
"You're telling me that after seeing me in my underwear, that you didn't search my pockets."
"Well no, that would be going through your personal life. I figure you would tell me everything when you are ready."
"And seeing me in my underwear isn't?"
"Not if you are bleeding to death on the sand!"
"Good point. My name is, Spike Spiegel."