Trigun
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (No, I don't own Trigun, or anything about it, but anybody or thing I create is MINE!)
Chapter: The Edge of Insanity
Millie had been lulled to sleep by the humming of the late night sandsteamer to October City. Meryl sat wide awake, counting the number of times the pair of them had been attacked in saloons since they first started working for the insurance company. She was distracted, however, by a noise next door.
-Sounds like some sort of party. Maybe I'll go check things out - it's better than sitting here, in any case.
Moving quietly so as not to disturb Millie, Meryl tiptoed to the door and pushed it open. The hallway was empty and quiet, except for the occasional banging of the door next to theirs. Praying to Wolfwood and God that she came out of this OK, she knocked on the door. An extremely drunk voice shouted, "What!? I'm in the middle of my movie, dammit! Well, don't just stand there acting stupid, come in!"
Meryl was deeply insulted by the man's words, but she walked in nonetheless. It was immediatly apparent just what this man was doing - many pornographic pictures hung over the walls, some of them holding beer bottles. It was a miracle Meryl could even walk - the floor was so littered with beer bottles it was like walking into a crowded bar. On the TV screen, an apparently pornographic movie was playing. The man was almost completely naked, except for a pair of odd-looking boxers. Nothing could've prepared Meryl for this.
"DAMMIT, MANNING, THROW THE BALL!"
Meryl looked confused - not only had she never heard of the name 'Manning' but it was obvious the man thought he was watching some form of sport. Something wasn't quite right here.
"Um, sir... the banging coming from your room is very annoying... could you please stop?"
The man looked over at Meryl - the poor guy's face could've passed for a forest, there was so much hair. His eyes were barely visible beneath his unibrow, and his hair was extremely messed up.
"Yer pretty. How's about you - hic - ride me a pony. I'll - hic - pay good money if yeh let me fuck ya..."
"You're disgusting! How dare you speak to me like that!" She pulled out a .44 from her belt and pointed it at the man. "Apologize!"
This, apparently, had no effect on the man. Instead of begging forgiveness and pleading that he'll stop banging, he got to his feet and walked very slowly and drunkily towards Meryl, who kept her .44 pointed at the man's head. When he got close to Meryl, he immediatly dropped his boxers, revealing a large penis and more pubic hair than the hair on his face. Meryl could've puked at this sight, but she remained vigilante, pointing her gun at the man.
"You now have two options - you let me out of here -" for the door had just closed shut behind her, "-and promise to stop banging, or I can either shoot you or report you for raping! Think it through carefully!"
The man's eyes turned right up into his head at that, and he fell asleep. Meryl was extremely relieved, but all the same, she was not willing to cover up the man's penis. She merely let him be at that, and walked slowly out the door, still shivering. Taking note of the room number, Meryl went down to security to report the man as a rapist. The security guard promised they would send a man out to fetch him, and Meryl returned to her room, feeling extremely bothered by the events.
-That was the sickest man I have ever met. Thank God Millie didn't see...
Shivering silently, Meryl jumped into her own bed and awaited the day - after tonight's events, it was impossible to sleep. She looked over at Millie in the bed across from her own, smiling silently in her sleep. After a few seconds, she said, "More pudding, please, darling." Meryl smiled - she was still able to think happy thoughts of Wolfwood even after his death. Good for Millie!
===Man's Room===
The security guard covered entirely in blue instantly replaced the man's boxers with heavy-duty gloves on, then handed him over to his colleagues. When everyone was gone, he pulled off his mask, revealing the ol' Typhoon's face again. He looked extremely out of breath and blushing hard.
"I can't believe what I had to do to get on this stupid sandsteamer! Phew.... that is one nasty man! He should be disciplined... but not in a dirty way, of course - that would be too good for him!"
Vash laughed his high-pitched laugh and put his mask back on. He still had 50 iles until October City.
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I will tell you right now - that man was not my most inspired creation. But this man is extremely importante to the story, so I had to sneak him in. Don't worry - he's not perverted and drunk all the time. The journey to October City continues!
-Spike (Bright, shining hearts forever more - endlessly smile, for you are alive.)
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (No, I don't own Trigun, or anything about it, but anybody or thing I create is MINE!)
Chapter: The Edge of Insanity
Millie had been lulled to sleep by the humming of the late night sandsteamer to October City. Meryl sat wide awake, counting the number of times the pair of them had been attacked in saloons since they first started working for the insurance company. She was distracted, however, by a noise next door.
-Sounds like some sort of party. Maybe I'll go check things out - it's better than sitting here, in any case.
Moving quietly so as not to disturb Millie, Meryl tiptoed to the door and pushed it open. The hallway was empty and quiet, except for the occasional banging of the door next to theirs. Praying to Wolfwood and God that she came out of this OK, she knocked on the door. An extremely drunk voice shouted, "What!? I'm in the middle of my movie, dammit! Well, don't just stand there acting stupid, come in!"
Meryl was deeply insulted by the man's words, but she walked in nonetheless. It was immediatly apparent just what this man was doing - many pornographic pictures hung over the walls, some of them holding beer bottles. It was a miracle Meryl could even walk - the floor was so littered with beer bottles it was like walking into a crowded bar. On the TV screen, an apparently pornographic movie was playing. The man was almost completely naked, except for a pair of odd-looking boxers. Nothing could've prepared Meryl for this.
"DAMMIT, MANNING, THROW THE BALL!"
Meryl looked confused - not only had she never heard of the name 'Manning' but it was obvious the man thought he was watching some form of sport. Something wasn't quite right here.
"Um, sir... the banging coming from your room is very annoying... could you please stop?"
The man looked over at Meryl - the poor guy's face could've passed for a forest, there was so much hair. His eyes were barely visible beneath his unibrow, and his hair was extremely messed up.
"Yer pretty. How's about you - hic - ride me a pony. I'll - hic - pay good money if yeh let me fuck ya..."
"You're disgusting! How dare you speak to me like that!" She pulled out a .44 from her belt and pointed it at the man. "Apologize!"
This, apparently, had no effect on the man. Instead of begging forgiveness and pleading that he'll stop banging, he got to his feet and walked very slowly and drunkily towards Meryl, who kept her .44 pointed at the man's head. When he got close to Meryl, he immediatly dropped his boxers, revealing a large penis and more pubic hair than the hair on his face. Meryl could've puked at this sight, but she remained vigilante, pointing her gun at the man.
"You now have two options - you let me out of here -" for the door had just closed shut behind her, "-and promise to stop banging, or I can either shoot you or report you for raping! Think it through carefully!"
The man's eyes turned right up into his head at that, and he fell asleep. Meryl was extremely relieved, but all the same, she was not willing to cover up the man's penis. She merely let him be at that, and walked slowly out the door, still shivering. Taking note of the room number, Meryl went down to security to report the man as a rapist. The security guard promised they would send a man out to fetch him, and Meryl returned to her room, feeling extremely bothered by the events.
-That was the sickest man I have ever met. Thank God Millie didn't see...
Shivering silently, Meryl jumped into her own bed and awaited the day - after tonight's events, it was impossible to sleep. She looked over at Millie in the bed across from her own, smiling silently in her sleep. After a few seconds, she said, "More pudding, please, darling." Meryl smiled - she was still able to think happy thoughts of Wolfwood even after his death. Good for Millie!
===Man's Room===
The security guard covered entirely in blue instantly replaced the man's boxers with heavy-duty gloves on, then handed him over to his colleagues. When everyone was gone, he pulled off his mask, revealing the ol' Typhoon's face again. He looked extremely out of breath and blushing hard.
"I can't believe what I had to do to get on this stupid sandsteamer! Phew.... that is one nasty man! He should be disciplined... but not in a dirty way, of course - that would be too good for him!"
Vash laughed his high-pitched laugh and put his mask back on. He still had 50 iles until October City.
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I will tell you right now - that man was not my most inspired creation. But this man is extremely importante to the story, so I had to sneak him in. Don't worry - he's not perverted and drunk all the time. The journey to October City continues!
-Spike (Bright, shining hearts forever more - endlessly smile, for you are alive.)