And here's the next chapter in my story. MAN I had a hard time writing
this: A minor writer's block and being VERY exited about the whole Rome-
thing.
Disclaimer: I own noooooothing!
Chapter 11 - Unexpected guest
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The sun crawled over the horizon and spread its dim green rays of light over the landscape. Slowly, but surely everything got shrouded in its shadow. The huge city of Haven was already swarming with people. It never slept.
Sig used to tell stories of how beautiful dawn and sunset looked from outside the city limits. Once, Jak told him about how it used to be. He never forgot he envying look on Sig's face.
Jak was lying in his bed and seeing the sunlight fill up the room. He had nothing to do all day. Some ten minutes later he got up. As he dressed he looked down on the busy street beneath him. A group of CG made their way in the crowd. They harshly pushed the people aside and made them obey their orders. But as soon as they had passed, everything was back to normal.
Goggles, belt, knives, handgun, rifle, hoverboard. He ran through his items as he equipped them. Everything was there. Everything was as it should be.
He went down on the street and started walking in no particular direction. He hated this restlessness but he had to do SOMETHING on his hard-earned day off. But as it seems, he just found himself wandering around town all day, doing nothing.
Everything was as it should be. And then again not. Everywhere he went he saw suspicious looks in his direction. 'Paranoia' was all Daxter said about it, so he just shut up about it. He saw groups of CG marching past him without noticing him, but as soon as they had turned the next corner, the marching footsteps halted for a few seconds before marching on.
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The suns lazy afternoon beams now only hit the top story of the tall buildings and our two friends' stomachs were getting hungrier by the minute. Daxter started jumping up and down on Jak's shoulder every time they passed a place selling stuff that just as much as resembled to something that might be food.
But Jak kept walking in the direction of the rebel base. Torn was expecting him there by dinnertime.
"Dinner", he mumbled with a hint of sarcasm. The food you got at the base hardly provided enough energy to keep you thinking. Meanwhile Daxter's mind had been inside a nearby diner, eating up everything inside.
"Hey, Jak", Daxter said turning to his buddy
"Ye-es.?" Jak was only getting a wee bit tired of hearing the ottsel complaining about how hungry he was
"Have they ever found out what those figures Tia managed to save meant?" Getting practical, now that's a new one.
"No, but I think she's working on it. It must take a lot of time without that computer they. err. she. Had at their lab." No, it's not your fault. You couldn't do anything about it. Better check up on how she's doing once I get there.
"Hello? Anybody there, there there?" Oh yes, you do annoy me, just slightly at times
"What now," He grumphed. Oh no. I shouldn't have let my bad mood get out in front of Dax. He gets so. aargh, better apologize
"Whoa, ease it up! I just wanted to know how far we had left" Daxter sat back to his usual place on his shoulderplate with a slightly hurt look in his eyes. See? Now, apologize
"Hey, Dax. I didn't mean it that way. I'm not mad at you. Just a little. tense. Lately. That's it" Uh-oh CG, better hide
He quickly turned to the nearest salesman and started discussing prizes. When the CG's had passed he just walked away leaving the salesman yelling insults at him.
"Speaking of apologizing: When do we eat?" When Jak turned to look at his friend he found him staring right back.
"Once we're back at base" He stated. And Daxter hated that statement
"Aww come on, you can't be serious. That isn't even food" A pair of hopeless eyes stared into Jak's.
"Yes, serious. No, not food. Ok then. See that zoomer? Go, and I'll buy you a." Clothes, pots, more pots, guy selling fish, nice.
"Fish"
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"Where the hell have you been?" Torn was fuming as always "And NO PETS"
"Hey, relax. It isn't even late" Jak just loved taunting him. And what better than reminding him of that time where Torn said something about not coming home late, but they ended up coming home at 2 o'clock. Two days after. Oh yes, his hair was almost standing by itself now. Ok, Daxter can leave - this time.
"You just had too.eh?" was all that escaped through his lips and in a very, very cold tone.
"Yup, he did", Daxter sounded almost proud.
"Shut up, Dax. So, why'd you call me?" Jak started leaning on Torn's table. Pushing it.
"Important information costs money, you know" He tried ever so 'gently' to push Jak's hand off the table. At a sign from Jak, Daxter left the room - and of course, he made sure to slam the door after him .How does he do that? He isn't even close to weighing the same as the door?
"Oh, how kind of you to pay for me then" Jak withdrew from his position leaning on the table to walking around in the room, looking at things on the walls - always at least half your back at him. Hey, it's TORN. I have to let out my bad mood on SOMEONE!
"The CG's after you, kid" uh-oh. Jak's eyes suddenly widened. Holy, fucking. No NO, don't turn around. Aaaargh, I told you not to!
"Like I didn't know" The CG was always after the rebels, but when said like this, it was serious. Crossed arms, look him directly into the eyes and now. do something else.
"No shit" Gawd, how big an arse are you? Wipe off that smile right now!
"How long have you known?" always make him think he has the better deal, Torn's words echoes in his mind. Oh fuck you Torn, always so bloody holy are ya
"Hmm, some time. Just be careful. You don't want to drag them near the base" Getting all teachy are we?
"Ok, where is he?" Upper hand, upper hand..?
"He, who?" *mentally highfives self* bingo. Hand on desk and you're rollin' boi!
"The guy you caught following me back here" Two points for Jak. Torn sighed and pointed towards the door
"Cell 5. You can see him, but not talk with him. One of the new guys is trying out some new torture. Don't ask, she knows what she's doing" Yeah yeah, sure. Who is she, your cousin? Since she gets treated that well.
Jak stepped out of Torns 'office' with a satisfied smile. Being mean to Torn always lifted his mood. Such a nice feeling.
"Fish, now" Daxter was leaning agains ste wall and his eyes were getting rather desperate after not having eaten all day. Dry statement equals quick decisions.
"Ok, ok. Go fry it, I gotta run an errand. Be right with you" He then tossed the smelly newspaper wrapping over to the awaiting ottsel, who gladly embraced the stinking item and ran off in a hurry. Jak on the other hand ran to the cellblock. Well you couldn't really call it a block, it was just a bunch of 'offices' turned into 'isolating' cells.
Just as he thought: an ordinary CG. But how much did they know about him?
"Too much already" He spun to see a red-haired girl looking into the cell with him "He said something about some test results, 'they just handed us the information', he said" Her voice was deep, calm and a little sad. Her hair was short and barely long enough to make that ponytail she had. "You're common knowledge by now, better keep an eye out in the future". She was only a bit older than him, but seemed to be wise from years of experience.
"What's your name?" Jak looked into her light grey eyes. Rare colour.
"Diama. Now, Jak start training. You'll need it, very much actually. I'll come down to the training hall in an hour to see how you're doing" She looked at her watch. A red pointer was close to the 12-o'clock position.
"Ok, then. Mind finding Tia and tell her to look after Daxter meanwhile?" Training would be a good idea. It helped you clear your mind and gather your thoughts
"Sure, and I'll ask her to find some food for you too" Her was already walking down the hallway when the response came. Was he really common knowledge or did she just know too much about him?
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"You're better than I thought" Diama had managed to sneak in through the huge, creaking door without a sound. "Train at least 3 hours a day and you'll be making major progress. Pay special attention to your agility" She sat down near one of the walls
"How? How? You know too much about me. How?" Jak stopped in the middle of an exercise with some weights and walked over to her.
"Common knowledge I said. You don't have to be especially attentive to find out what I know" He found out that he was still holding the weights when his muscles started aching after some time. He let them drop to the floor with a bump.
"So, if I'm not mistaking anything, everybody - each and every person I se on the street knows about me" He started walking around in circles. This was not good
"Worried. Ok, it isn't as bad as you think. It's just the CG and. me, but you have to be VERY careful from now on, understood?" He turned around and met her light grey eyes that before were mild. But now, her pupils looked like pieces of stone melted to glass in a volcano rock. The blankest black in an uneven light grey shade. Her face showed no feelings and her eyes just bade him listen.
"Ok, then. I will. I. I." Thoughts swirled in his mind, unabeling him to concentrate. He was looking down at the ground. Fix-point and then you start thinking, ok?
"Take a bath. You need it. Tia has some food for you at your room" He looked up and saw a small hand close the huge, normally creaking door. How could she be so darn fast?
"Thanks" He mumbled.
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"You should eat something" Tia was desperately trying to keep Daxter away from the food. Jak just sat on the bed and played with his goggles that he had just taken off.
"I'm not hungry" Millions of questions flew through his mind. Mostly how's and when's.
"Yes you are. I'm not leaving until you started on it." She sat down next to him on the bed and held up the dish near his face. "Besides, you can't concentrate if you haven't eaten"
"Ok, ok. I'll eat" With a fork he swiftly scooped his part of the fish (small due to hungry ottsel) and some rice-mix into his mouth and began chewing. Then, he made a 'see?' motion towards the blue-haired girl
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I brought you some fresh clothes you can wear while I wash your regular clothes. And get a bath. It calms you down. You could need it." He couldn't even answer her because of the food stuffed in his mouth, just obey. Smart move, Tia, one point for that.
He walked into the bathroom connected to the room. He won this room in a bet with Torn. He chuckled at the thought. He could still see Torn's face when he had lost. Seeing him lose was almost worth the effort. Almost, well any sane person wouldn't do 500 pushups just for the 'fun' of it. He slowly untied his belt and let it drop to the floor. Then he loosened the straps holding various items and clothing parts in place. The metal of the buckles hit the floor with a ringing sound that stayed in the room for some time. He could slowly feel the weight retreat from on his body as his leather jacket came off and his bare feet felt the cold tile floor. He took off his undershirt and let it fall on top of the formed pile of clothes.
"Why aren't you in bath yet? Or are you just having some weird unclothing ritual you need to perform first?" Tia had (obviously) walked in on him. Luckily he was still wearing his trousers, but his scarred, strong torso was showing.
"Whatever, now turn around so I can hop in the shower." And so they did. Before leaving, Tia left the new clothes on a chair, so they wouldn't get wet. Even though Jak had the luxury of a bathroom, it didn't necessarily mean that it was working perfectly. A shower, a sink, a toilet and a piece of what used to be a mirror - all in decay since it had been build some 20 years ago.
As the cold water hit his body the thoughts were stopped for a minute. A shiver went down his spine before he got used to the temperature and started enjoying the feeling of getting cleaner. A bar of soap was also to be found in Jak's exclusive bathroom.
Status: The CG were after him, and they knew a lot about him. They followed him around on the streets and they had the sisters' test results. He was in trouble, deeeeeep trouble.
Solution: What do I know? If one person's after you, you can just kill him, but this. you can't kill the entire CG. And with the CG is probably
Fuck
The baron. What does he want me for now? Why is everybody after me now?
"Oh, Ja-ak" Even the little rodent can't leave me alone for 5 fucking minutes!
"What now!?" He turned off the water and took a towel that was lying on top of his new pile of clothes.
"Company" Daxter chimed. And he hated when Daxter chimed. It meant trouble. Jak quickly dried himself and found the trousers Tia had given him. They were sand coloured and long, in a strong fabric. As he took them on a little note fell on the floor. He picked it up
~Dear Jak. The clothes you got are something Echo made. They should be able to resist any kind of use. Though, they haven't been tested yet. I hope it fits. -Tia~
The note was slightly crumbled, either by rain or. a tear. Poor Tia. She had lost everything. The mere mentioning of either of her sisters made her cry.
"Anybody home? You got a visitor" Daxter poked his head into the bathroom to make him hurry up. "And get dressed will ya? They." daxter pointed with a circling finger on his trousers "don't cover that" His chest, yeah, yeah
Pulling on a t-shirt from the pile, Jak walked out of the bathroom. On a chair with a very red, embarrassed face was sitting
"Emaly, what are you doing here?"
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Tadaaa, I'm ba-ack! Remember me? Ok , this chap was a long time under way (and a little crappy IMO), but here it is! Like it? And what's going to happen next? Gee, I don't know, or do I?
Some time ago I proposed a deadline for RB, Darksbane and I, but err. Hey, I'm not perfect you know! And the other two had a head start. Yeah, they had.
In short: I won't be making it till the deadline, sorries, but it's the sad fact. Nonetheless, I know how I want to end my story, I just need to write it down - that's what's killing me
Writing it down: Die B*tch *kills kiz*
Kaza: Cut the lame jokes, Kiz *revives her*
Kiz: Thanks pal, but you know what? Just as I finish this chapter, I'm going out to buy the game, woohoo
Kaza: Shut up and let's get this thing over with:
Alex: Sorry, no beta this time, lack of time you know. And while we're at it, you're allowed to e-mail me too (and that's for the rest of you too)
Nobinoir: Aww thanks. You're not exactly present in this chapter, but more is coming up and maybe a climax approaching? Dun dund udn dunnnnn
Shark: Yes it is. And thx for the review
AD: Thx for the review
Lisa1124: Yes, yes, you're not the only one who has asked for that, you know. But now she's in his room. (I'm evil, I know - no one knows what will happen until next chapter, hehe)
Lady Tsuru: Thank you, and here's more for ya from the little busy bee (and yes, I have been seeing 'Gladiator' since last time.
Kaza: That's all folks
Kiz: Reviews done in 5 mins, personal record
Kaza -_- You're silly
Kiz: Don't forget to review ;)
Disclaimer: I own noooooothing!
Chapter 11 - Unexpected guest
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The sun crawled over the horizon and spread its dim green rays of light over the landscape. Slowly, but surely everything got shrouded in its shadow. The huge city of Haven was already swarming with people. It never slept.
Sig used to tell stories of how beautiful dawn and sunset looked from outside the city limits. Once, Jak told him about how it used to be. He never forgot he envying look on Sig's face.
Jak was lying in his bed and seeing the sunlight fill up the room. He had nothing to do all day. Some ten minutes later he got up. As he dressed he looked down on the busy street beneath him. A group of CG made their way in the crowd. They harshly pushed the people aside and made them obey their orders. But as soon as they had passed, everything was back to normal.
Goggles, belt, knives, handgun, rifle, hoverboard. He ran through his items as he equipped them. Everything was there. Everything was as it should be.
He went down on the street and started walking in no particular direction. He hated this restlessness but he had to do SOMETHING on his hard-earned day off. But as it seems, he just found himself wandering around town all day, doing nothing.
Everything was as it should be. And then again not. Everywhere he went he saw suspicious looks in his direction. 'Paranoia' was all Daxter said about it, so he just shut up about it. He saw groups of CG marching past him without noticing him, but as soon as they had turned the next corner, the marching footsteps halted for a few seconds before marching on.
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The suns lazy afternoon beams now only hit the top story of the tall buildings and our two friends' stomachs were getting hungrier by the minute. Daxter started jumping up and down on Jak's shoulder every time they passed a place selling stuff that just as much as resembled to something that might be food.
But Jak kept walking in the direction of the rebel base. Torn was expecting him there by dinnertime.
"Dinner", he mumbled with a hint of sarcasm. The food you got at the base hardly provided enough energy to keep you thinking. Meanwhile Daxter's mind had been inside a nearby diner, eating up everything inside.
"Hey, Jak", Daxter said turning to his buddy
"Ye-es.?" Jak was only getting a wee bit tired of hearing the ottsel complaining about how hungry he was
"Have they ever found out what those figures Tia managed to save meant?" Getting practical, now that's a new one.
"No, but I think she's working on it. It must take a lot of time without that computer they. err. she. Had at their lab." No, it's not your fault. You couldn't do anything about it. Better check up on how she's doing once I get there.
"Hello? Anybody there, there there?" Oh yes, you do annoy me, just slightly at times
"What now," He grumphed. Oh no. I shouldn't have let my bad mood get out in front of Dax. He gets so. aargh, better apologize
"Whoa, ease it up! I just wanted to know how far we had left" Daxter sat back to his usual place on his shoulderplate with a slightly hurt look in his eyes. See? Now, apologize
"Hey, Dax. I didn't mean it that way. I'm not mad at you. Just a little. tense. Lately. That's it" Uh-oh CG, better hide
He quickly turned to the nearest salesman and started discussing prizes. When the CG's had passed he just walked away leaving the salesman yelling insults at him.
"Speaking of apologizing: When do we eat?" When Jak turned to look at his friend he found him staring right back.
"Once we're back at base" He stated. And Daxter hated that statement
"Aww come on, you can't be serious. That isn't even food" A pair of hopeless eyes stared into Jak's.
"Yes, serious. No, not food. Ok then. See that zoomer? Go, and I'll buy you a." Clothes, pots, more pots, guy selling fish, nice.
"Fish"
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"Where the hell have you been?" Torn was fuming as always "And NO PETS"
"Hey, relax. It isn't even late" Jak just loved taunting him. And what better than reminding him of that time where Torn said something about not coming home late, but they ended up coming home at 2 o'clock. Two days after. Oh yes, his hair was almost standing by itself now. Ok, Daxter can leave - this time.
"You just had too.eh?" was all that escaped through his lips and in a very, very cold tone.
"Yup, he did", Daxter sounded almost proud.
"Shut up, Dax. So, why'd you call me?" Jak started leaning on Torn's table. Pushing it.
"Important information costs money, you know" He tried ever so 'gently' to push Jak's hand off the table. At a sign from Jak, Daxter left the room - and of course, he made sure to slam the door after him .How does he do that? He isn't even close to weighing the same as the door?
"Oh, how kind of you to pay for me then" Jak withdrew from his position leaning on the table to walking around in the room, looking at things on the walls - always at least half your back at him. Hey, it's TORN. I have to let out my bad mood on SOMEONE!
"The CG's after you, kid" uh-oh. Jak's eyes suddenly widened. Holy, fucking. No NO, don't turn around. Aaaargh, I told you not to!
"Like I didn't know" The CG was always after the rebels, but when said like this, it was serious. Crossed arms, look him directly into the eyes and now. do something else.
"No shit" Gawd, how big an arse are you? Wipe off that smile right now!
"How long have you known?" always make him think he has the better deal, Torn's words echoes in his mind. Oh fuck you Torn, always so bloody holy are ya
"Hmm, some time. Just be careful. You don't want to drag them near the base" Getting all teachy are we?
"Ok, where is he?" Upper hand, upper hand..?
"He, who?" *mentally highfives self* bingo. Hand on desk and you're rollin' boi!
"The guy you caught following me back here" Two points for Jak. Torn sighed and pointed towards the door
"Cell 5. You can see him, but not talk with him. One of the new guys is trying out some new torture. Don't ask, she knows what she's doing" Yeah yeah, sure. Who is she, your cousin? Since she gets treated that well.
Jak stepped out of Torns 'office' with a satisfied smile. Being mean to Torn always lifted his mood. Such a nice feeling.
"Fish, now" Daxter was leaning agains ste wall and his eyes were getting rather desperate after not having eaten all day. Dry statement equals quick decisions.
"Ok, ok. Go fry it, I gotta run an errand. Be right with you" He then tossed the smelly newspaper wrapping over to the awaiting ottsel, who gladly embraced the stinking item and ran off in a hurry. Jak on the other hand ran to the cellblock. Well you couldn't really call it a block, it was just a bunch of 'offices' turned into 'isolating' cells.
Just as he thought: an ordinary CG. But how much did they know about him?
"Too much already" He spun to see a red-haired girl looking into the cell with him "He said something about some test results, 'they just handed us the information', he said" Her voice was deep, calm and a little sad. Her hair was short and barely long enough to make that ponytail she had. "You're common knowledge by now, better keep an eye out in the future". She was only a bit older than him, but seemed to be wise from years of experience.
"What's your name?" Jak looked into her light grey eyes. Rare colour.
"Diama. Now, Jak start training. You'll need it, very much actually. I'll come down to the training hall in an hour to see how you're doing" She looked at her watch. A red pointer was close to the 12-o'clock position.
"Ok, then. Mind finding Tia and tell her to look after Daxter meanwhile?" Training would be a good idea. It helped you clear your mind and gather your thoughts
"Sure, and I'll ask her to find some food for you too" Her was already walking down the hallway when the response came. Was he really common knowledge or did she just know too much about him?
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"You're better than I thought" Diama had managed to sneak in through the huge, creaking door without a sound. "Train at least 3 hours a day and you'll be making major progress. Pay special attention to your agility" She sat down near one of the walls
"How? How? You know too much about me. How?" Jak stopped in the middle of an exercise with some weights and walked over to her.
"Common knowledge I said. You don't have to be especially attentive to find out what I know" He found out that he was still holding the weights when his muscles started aching after some time. He let them drop to the floor with a bump.
"So, if I'm not mistaking anything, everybody - each and every person I se on the street knows about me" He started walking around in circles. This was not good
"Worried. Ok, it isn't as bad as you think. It's just the CG and. me, but you have to be VERY careful from now on, understood?" He turned around and met her light grey eyes that before were mild. But now, her pupils looked like pieces of stone melted to glass in a volcano rock. The blankest black in an uneven light grey shade. Her face showed no feelings and her eyes just bade him listen.
"Ok, then. I will. I. I." Thoughts swirled in his mind, unabeling him to concentrate. He was looking down at the ground. Fix-point and then you start thinking, ok?
"Take a bath. You need it. Tia has some food for you at your room" He looked up and saw a small hand close the huge, normally creaking door. How could she be so darn fast?
"Thanks" He mumbled.
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"You should eat something" Tia was desperately trying to keep Daxter away from the food. Jak just sat on the bed and played with his goggles that he had just taken off.
"I'm not hungry" Millions of questions flew through his mind. Mostly how's and when's.
"Yes you are. I'm not leaving until you started on it." She sat down next to him on the bed and held up the dish near his face. "Besides, you can't concentrate if you haven't eaten"
"Ok, ok. I'll eat" With a fork he swiftly scooped his part of the fish (small due to hungry ottsel) and some rice-mix into his mouth and began chewing. Then, he made a 'see?' motion towards the blue-haired girl
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I brought you some fresh clothes you can wear while I wash your regular clothes. And get a bath. It calms you down. You could need it." He couldn't even answer her because of the food stuffed in his mouth, just obey. Smart move, Tia, one point for that.
He walked into the bathroom connected to the room. He won this room in a bet with Torn. He chuckled at the thought. He could still see Torn's face when he had lost. Seeing him lose was almost worth the effort. Almost, well any sane person wouldn't do 500 pushups just for the 'fun' of it. He slowly untied his belt and let it drop to the floor. Then he loosened the straps holding various items and clothing parts in place. The metal of the buckles hit the floor with a ringing sound that stayed in the room for some time. He could slowly feel the weight retreat from on his body as his leather jacket came off and his bare feet felt the cold tile floor. He took off his undershirt and let it fall on top of the formed pile of clothes.
"Why aren't you in bath yet? Or are you just having some weird unclothing ritual you need to perform first?" Tia had (obviously) walked in on him. Luckily he was still wearing his trousers, but his scarred, strong torso was showing.
"Whatever, now turn around so I can hop in the shower." And so they did. Before leaving, Tia left the new clothes on a chair, so they wouldn't get wet. Even though Jak had the luxury of a bathroom, it didn't necessarily mean that it was working perfectly. A shower, a sink, a toilet and a piece of what used to be a mirror - all in decay since it had been build some 20 years ago.
As the cold water hit his body the thoughts were stopped for a minute. A shiver went down his spine before he got used to the temperature and started enjoying the feeling of getting cleaner. A bar of soap was also to be found in Jak's exclusive bathroom.
Status: The CG were after him, and they knew a lot about him. They followed him around on the streets and they had the sisters' test results. He was in trouble, deeeeeep trouble.
Solution: What do I know? If one person's after you, you can just kill him, but this. you can't kill the entire CG. And with the CG is probably
Fuck
The baron. What does he want me for now? Why is everybody after me now?
"Oh, Ja-ak" Even the little rodent can't leave me alone for 5 fucking minutes!
"What now!?" He turned off the water and took a towel that was lying on top of his new pile of clothes.
"Company" Daxter chimed. And he hated when Daxter chimed. It meant trouble. Jak quickly dried himself and found the trousers Tia had given him. They were sand coloured and long, in a strong fabric. As he took them on a little note fell on the floor. He picked it up
~Dear Jak. The clothes you got are something Echo made. They should be able to resist any kind of use. Though, they haven't been tested yet. I hope it fits. -Tia~
The note was slightly crumbled, either by rain or. a tear. Poor Tia. She had lost everything. The mere mentioning of either of her sisters made her cry.
"Anybody home? You got a visitor" Daxter poked his head into the bathroom to make him hurry up. "And get dressed will ya? They." daxter pointed with a circling finger on his trousers "don't cover that" His chest, yeah, yeah
Pulling on a t-shirt from the pile, Jak walked out of the bathroom. On a chair with a very red, embarrassed face was sitting
"Emaly, what are you doing here?"
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Tadaaa, I'm ba-ack! Remember me? Ok , this chap was a long time under way (and a little crappy IMO), but here it is! Like it? And what's going to happen next? Gee, I don't know, or do I?
Some time ago I proposed a deadline for RB, Darksbane and I, but err. Hey, I'm not perfect you know! And the other two had a head start. Yeah, they had.
In short: I won't be making it till the deadline, sorries, but it's the sad fact. Nonetheless, I know how I want to end my story, I just need to write it down - that's what's killing me
Writing it down: Die B*tch *kills kiz*
Kaza: Cut the lame jokes, Kiz *revives her*
Kiz: Thanks pal, but you know what? Just as I finish this chapter, I'm going out to buy the game, woohoo
Kaza: Shut up and let's get this thing over with:
Alex: Sorry, no beta this time, lack of time you know. And while we're at it, you're allowed to e-mail me too (and that's for the rest of you too)
Nobinoir: Aww thanks. You're not exactly present in this chapter, but more is coming up and maybe a climax approaching? Dun dund udn dunnnnn
Shark: Yes it is. And thx for the review
AD: Thx for the review
Lisa1124: Yes, yes, you're not the only one who has asked for that, you know. But now she's in his room. (I'm evil, I know - no one knows what will happen until next chapter, hehe)
Lady Tsuru: Thank you, and here's more for ya from the little busy bee (and yes, I have been seeing 'Gladiator' since last time.
Kaza: That's all folks
Kiz: Reviews done in 5 mins, personal record
Kaza -_- You're silly
Kiz: Don't forget to review ;)