All right, here is the next section. I didn't make the disclaimer on the
first page, but I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters. ( Just
thought I'd clear that up in case anyone is confused about it all. I mean
this is fanfiction.net isn't it? hehe
This is a continuation of the first chapter from 2060. I have notes drafted up of certain events like the current one we're in that will be detailed. These events are important to the story itself, so that's why they're being highlighted in her journal. Other than those, there will be pretty much generalizations sometimes as long as a year long.
Please note at the end of this chapter, I am not really sure from the pictures and dvd what that figurine is really. It just appeared like dolphins to me, so someone please correct me if I'm wrong!
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-=Second Entry: 2060=- Julia's Beginnings Continued
I couldn't help but think of how terribly neat and classy Kain was dressed during our meeting. It made my plain simple dress seem so beneath him. If I was going to do business with the Syndicate, I at least ought to look as classy as they did. It is, after all, important to make your clients feel comfortable.
Aunt Lois didn't like the idea of me making the delivery alone anymore than I did. It made both of us very uneasy, and the delivery guys went ballistic over it. It was just too much money to turn down though, and the Red Dragon Syndicate was not a group you wanted to lie to on purpose. Several people that hung out with me at the Interstellar Pool Hall assured me that as long as you didn't cross the Syndicate, you had nothing to worry about. Somehow, this didn't help my nerves.
Aunt Lois had me take her pickup truck, and the guys carefully packed all the goods inside crates in the back. Tucking the crates down securely, they covered them with a tarp. They all bustled around me as though I were about to go on stage for my first pageant or something.
Aunt Lois was fixing my hair, and the guys were running down a list of things to do and not to do. They had me check my gun and make sure it was loaded, and then I slipped a knife into my boot. I had found, with Aunt Lois' help, what would later become my signature outfit. It was a black PVC vinyl cat suit with long sleeves and zipper front that clung onto my body like a second layer of skin.
I smiled at Aunt Lois trying not to be nervous, and she gently pat my shoulder. "You will do just fine, Julia. Just remember to keep calm. You have your communicator in case there's trouble, right?" She asked me. I nodded to her as I had already placed it on the front seat of the truck. With a hug, she sent me on my way.
At least it was a pleasant evening for the ride. I made my way through the city streets headed toward the Old Road Warehouse. This was not exactly the good side of town, but then again I never exactly lived in or stayed on the good side of town in the first place. I had the radio playing and the window rolled down slightly as I approached the warehouse. It looked completely abandoned.
My eyes shifted from blue to green as they were apt to do when I was thinking or assessing situations as I scanned the area for any sign of the people that I was supposed to meet. I pulled up to the front and parked the truck shutting the engine off. For a few moments I sat there, then I caught a glance of movement flickering behind the warehouse. An enclosed delivery truck pulled up from around one side, and a black car pulled up around from the other.
I stayed seated in the truck watching as the delivery truck parked behind me, and the black car parked in front of me. I slowly turned to ease the door open and slid down out of the truck just as a man came out of the driver's seat of the black car and walked around to open the back door.
Kain emerged from the back of the black car, and oddly I felt reassured that it was the same man I had met with. He flashed a smile to me as he approached and inclined his head a little as his eyes drank of my clearly defined figure in the cat suit.
"Well, you certainly are a chameleon, aren't you?" He remarked about my clothing styles. I shrugged a little and grinned, "What this old thing? I have the items in the back of the truck under the tarp."
He nodded. "I see you did indeed come alone as you agreed. The Syndicate likes to do business with people who respect our requests."
"It was a simple enough request to fulfill." I added.
He stepped forward so that he stood right in front of me now. "I do have another request. I ask that you go and remove the tarp of your truck yourself, and then open one of the lids of the crates to hold up some of what is inside." They were cautious, but then I suppose they always had to be.
I turned my back to him and walked toward the back of the pickup truck. After un-securing the tarp and throwing it back to reveal all the crates, I used a crow bar to pry one of them open. Tossing the crowbar back into the truck, I leaned down to pull out several of the guns that were inside and hold them up pointed upward into where the lights of both vehicles around me crossed.
They must have been satisfied with that, as at that time a few men from the delivery truck hopped out and began moving toward me as I put the guns back into the crate. Kain waved me back over toward him, so I moved away from the truck to let the men unload while he and I concluded our business.
We walked together over toward the machine that rested against the wall of the old warehouse. He put in his pay card to transfer the funds, then I put in mine to receive them. Once the computer verified that the funds had changed hands, I slipped the card down into the top of my cat suit to rest down in my cleavage.
Kain's eyes wandered downward with a very interested glance, then lifted back up to my eyes. For a moment he seemed startled. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "Your eyes change colors, don't they?" He inquired with a sense of intrigue. "Yes, they do from time to time."
"Well," he said then extending his right hand to me in a gesture to shake hands, "it has been an absolute pleasure to do business with you. I hope the Red Dragon Syndicate will be able to call upon you again in the future."
I reached my slender hand out to grasp his firmly, yet gently. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I replied with a smile.
After the shake, he released my hand gently then turned to walk back toward his vehicle. "You will wait several minutes after we are gone from here before you drive off." He instructed before getting into the car. The driver closed the door before I could respond, then he moved around to the front seat.
I looked back to the pick up truck to find to my amazement that it was already unloaded, and the delivery truck men were also getting back inside their vehicle. So I slipped back into the front seat of the pickup truck and waited for both vehicles to drive off.
The several moments I waited seemed like hours in that desolate place. I could hear the sound of my own breathing as though I were breathing into a loudspeaker. There was this nagging feeling though that someone was left behind watching me to make sure I complied with the instructions, and that pretty much curbed any desire I had out of curiosity to see what would happen if I did not wait.
But the minutes did finally pass, and I turned the key in the truck to start it up. With a quick sweep of the area as I backed up to turn around, I did feel like I sensed movement from the top of the warehouse building but there was nothing definite that I could see.
I turned and made my way back home where a relieved Aunt Lois was waiting for me. She hugged me when I got out of the truck, and I smiled relieved it was done and done well. "I bought you something." She said with a grin taking me inside the run down building that we lived and worked in.
I threw off my coat after I got inside then sat down on the couch. Lois handed me a small box, and I opened it up slowly. After removing the tissue paper, I reached inside to pull out the gift. It was a beautiful figurine of two dolphins. "Oh, Aunt Lois!" I smiled brightly feeling so happy. She knew of my love for my hobby of reading about marine life, and in particular dolphins.
I hugged her tightly, and she laughed while hugging me back. "You have grown up so fast, Julia. I just want you to always remember while earning a living is important, do not forget to be a person somewhere in there."
Could someone who walked the line I have walked all my life afford to be a person too? Was there room in this world for people like me to have feelings, emotions, or life? They are questions I still ponder to this day.
This is a continuation of the first chapter from 2060. I have notes drafted up of certain events like the current one we're in that will be detailed. These events are important to the story itself, so that's why they're being highlighted in her journal. Other than those, there will be pretty much generalizations sometimes as long as a year long.
Please note at the end of this chapter, I am not really sure from the pictures and dvd what that figurine is really. It just appeared like dolphins to me, so someone please correct me if I'm wrong!
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-=Second Entry: 2060=- Julia's Beginnings Continued
I couldn't help but think of how terribly neat and classy Kain was dressed during our meeting. It made my plain simple dress seem so beneath him. If I was going to do business with the Syndicate, I at least ought to look as classy as they did. It is, after all, important to make your clients feel comfortable.
Aunt Lois didn't like the idea of me making the delivery alone anymore than I did. It made both of us very uneasy, and the delivery guys went ballistic over it. It was just too much money to turn down though, and the Red Dragon Syndicate was not a group you wanted to lie to on purpose. Several people that hung out with me at the Interstellar Pool Hall assured me that as long as you didn't cross the Syndicate, you had nothing to worry about. Somehow, this didn't help my nerves.
Aunt Lois had me take her pickup truck, and the guys carefully packed all the goods inside crates in the back. Tucking the crates down securely, they covered them with a tarp. They all bustled around me as though I were about to go on stage for my first pageant or something.
Aunt Lois was fixing my hair, and the guys were running down a list of things to do and not to do. They had me check my gun and make sure it was loaded, and then I slipped a knife into my boot. I had found, with Aunt Lois' help, what would later become my signature outfit. It was a black PVC vinyl cat suit with long sleeves and zipper front that clung onto my body like a second layer of skin.
I smiled at Aunt Lois trying not to be nervous, and she gently pat my shoulder. "You will do just fine, Julia. Just remember to keep calm. You have your communicator in case there's trouble, right?" She asked me. I nodded to her as I had already placed it on the front seat of the truck. With a hug, she sent me on my way.
At least it was a pleasant evening for the ride. I made my way through the city streets headed toward the Old Road Warehouse. This was not exactly the good side of town, but then again I never exactly lived in or stayed on the good side of town in the first place. I had the radio playing and the window rolled down slightly as I approached the warehouse. It looked completely abandoned.
My eyes shifted from blue to green as they were apt to do when I was thinking or assessing situations as I scanned the area for any sign of the people that I was supposed to meet. I pulled up to the front and parked the truck shutting the engine off. For a few moments I sat there, then I caught a glance of movement flickering behind the warehouse. An enclosed delivery truck pulled up from around one side, and a black car pulled up around from the other.
I stayed seated in the truck watching as the delivery truck parked behind me, and the black car parked in front of me. I slowly turned to ease the door open and slid down out of the truck just as a man came out of the driver's seat of the black car and walked around to open the back door.
Kain emerged from the back of the black car, and oddly I felt reassured that it was the same man I had met with. He flashed a smile to me as he approached and inclined his head a little as his eyes drank of my clearly defined figure in the cat suit.
"Well, you certainly are a chameleon, aren't you?" He remarked about my clothing styles. I shrugged a little and grinned, "What this old thing? I have the items in the back of the truck under the tarp."
He nodded. "I see you did indeed come alone as you agreed. The Syndicate likes to do business with people who respect our requests."
"It was a simple enough request to fulfill." I added.
He stepped forward so that he stood right in front of me now. "I do have another request. I ask that you go and remove the tarp of your truck yourself, and then open one of the lids of the crates to hold up some of what is inside." They were cautious, but then I suppose they always had to be.
I turned my back to him and walked toward the back of the pickup truck. After un-securing the tarp and throwing it back to reveal all the crates, I used a crow bar to pry one of them open. Tossing the crowbar back into the truck, I leaned down to pull out several of the guns that were inside and hold them up pointed upward into where the lights of both vehicles around me crossed.
They must have been satisfied with that, as at that time a few men from the delivery truck hopped out and began moving toward me as I put the guns back into the crate. Kain waved me back over toward him, so I moved away from the truck to let the men unload while he and I concluded our business.
We walked together over toward the machine that rested against the wall of the old warehouse. He put in his pay card to transfer the funds, then I put in mine to receive them. Once the computer verified that the funds had changed hands, I slipped the card down into the top of my cat suit to rest down in my cleavage.
Kain's eyes wandered downward with a very interested glance, then lifted back up to my eyes. For a moment he seemed startled. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "Your eyes change colors, don't they?" He inquired with a sense of intrigue. "Yes, they do from time to time."
"Well," he said then extending his right hand to me in a gesture to shake hands, "it has been an absolute pleasure to do business with you. I hope the Red Dragon Syndicate will be able to call upon you again in the future."
I reached my slender hand out to grasp his firmly, yet gently. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I replied with a smile.
After the shake, he released my hand gently then turned to walk back toward his vehicle. "You will wait several minutes after we are gone from here before you drive off." He instructed before getting into the car. The driver closed the door before I could respond, then he moved around to the front seat.
I looked back to the pick up truck to find to my amazement that it was already unloaded, and the delivery truck men were also getting back inside their vehicle. So I slipped back into the front seat of the pickup truck and waited for both vehicles to drive off.
The several moments I waited seemed like hours in that desolate place. I could hear the sound of my own breathing as though I were breathing into a loudspeaker. There was this nagging feeling though that someone was left behind watching me to make sure I complied with the instructions, and that pretty much curbed any desire I had out of curiosity to see what would happen if I did not wait.
But the minutes did finally pass, and I turned the key in the truck to start it up. With a quick sweep of the area as I backed up to turn around, I did feel like I sensed movement from the top of the warehouse building but there was nothing definite that I could see.
I turned and made my way back home where a relieved Aunt Lois was waiting for me. She hugged me when I got out of the truck, and I smiled relieved it was done and done well. "I bought you something." She said with a grin taking me inside the run down building that we lived and worked in.
I threw off my coat after I got inside then sat down on the couch. Lois handed me a small box, and I opened it up slowly. After removing the tissue paper, I reached inside to pull out the gift. It was a beautiful figurine of two dolphins. "Oh, Aunt Lois!" I smiled brightly feeling so happy. She knew of my love for my hobby of reading about marine life, and in particular dolphins.
I hugged her tightly, and she laughed while hugging me back. "You have grown up so fast, Julia. I just want you to always remember while earning a living is important, do not forget to be a person somewhere in there."
Could someone who walked the line I have walked all my life afford to be a person too? Was there room in this world for people like me to have feelings, emotions, or life? They are questions I still ponder to this day.