Broken Angel: Hiya! This is Broken Angel here! How's everybody? I'm
fine. I've been to therapy about my crying when some one says I don't
own something I like. So no more crying here! :)
Little Girl: Ok. So when am I going to get a name?
BA: *Shrugs shoulders* I think I'll just have Angelus take you to the police station.
LG: What!!! I want to stay in the story!!!
BA: I don't know let's just see what I write, alright?
LG: *Grumbles* I better stay in the story.
BA: Can you just say the disclaimer?
LG: Fine. Broken Angel doesn't own GW.
BA: *Starts to laugh hysterically, then goes into a corner, still laughing.*
LG: * *:/* I thought she went to therapy. Oh, well, on with it.
_~_~_
"What does this guy mean, 'If he finds me I'll give Preventers a treat'? Huh? What sort of wise guy is this?" "Duo, think rationally. By the sound of it this guy wants us to find him." Quatre looked at the instant messages. "Yeah, well, it sounds like a trap to me." "Hm. I'll find him." Herro started typing at his laptop.
_~_~_
This kid isn't going away. I've taken her to go to the police several times. She comes back to the warehouse. So I decided she could stay. It's been six months since the little online chat with Herro and his friend Duo. So far Herro has come close to finding me, but I, as always, have thrown him off the trail. It's a bit fun to see how close he gets, then after I give him a false clue, how far away he gets.
Though, with how far things have gotten in several little rebel groups, I just might let him find me. Preventers could use the treats I'd give. But then they'd probably see what I am. So far, I've kept Stella's, or Stell as I call her, curiosity at bay by giving her something pretty to look at, and getting a TV. But she's soon not going to fall for that, and the people they send to see me will probably want me to take my cape off. I can just imagine what would happen then: total chaos. They'd send me too the nearest bio-molecular/cellular biologist/scientist they could. Just because of what those doctors turned me into during the war. Either that, or some religious freak will say that I'm a demon sent from Satan, and then try to kill me. I remember the last guy that did that to me. He doesn't exactly have a head anymore. Well, just goes to show you: don't mess with a freak.
But with all the crap that the gundam pilots have been through, could they give me an ounce of pity for what I have become? Probably not. But, out of all the Preventers they're the most likely. I guess that I'd better send Herro an e-mail, telling him that the only way preventers will get their treat is if he and/or one or more of the other pilots come. And no one else.
I get up from my resting place on My gundam's shoulder. And walk to the new "living room" of the warehouse. It's pretty much just a couch, a coffee table, and a TV, in the corner of the large area I keep my gundam. Stell has gotten herself entrapped into watching a cartoon called "My Little Pony." Guess that's what little kids like her like to watch. Though, seeing as I never really watched TV, even before those doctors took me in.
I take my laptop off the coffee table, and set it in my lap. Before I send Herro an E-mail, I check on Right Fight's Flight, or RFF, an organization that's been getting pretty close to actually making something of themselves. I nearly chock on air at what I see on my screen. They've grown a lot faster than I anticipated, at the rate they've grown, Preventers has probably not even gotten wind of them in time to prepare. I hack into Preventers to check. No, they haven't one word on them. Well, looks like I'll have to get a new screen name, tell Herro where I am, and give him and the Preventers my treats. I really hate to do that, but, there's no way Preventers will be ready for them, even with the gundam pilots. Why'd the pilots have to blow up their gundams? They could have just pretended to have, then put them in a safe place. Well, what did I really expect their men. Yes, I've got a slight prejudice against men, but what did you expect, the professors that turned me into a freak and put me through hell were men.
I create a new screen name: Hlpr/o/peace. And then e-mail Herro.
Hi! I've been surfing the net talking to people and such, and I've heard that you've been looking for someone's whose screen name is Brknwngs. I just thought I'd tell you that I looked it up a bit, and this Brknwngs, seems to be somewhere in what used to be New Blake, Texas in the USA. Just thought you might want to check it out. Hope this information was helpful. See Ya!
I logged out then went and watched whatever Stell was watching for about two hours. Then I logged into my name Brknwngs, and e-mailed Herro again.
Herro, I'm sorry, but if I'm to give preventers a treat when you supposedly find me, I'm going to have to give one restriction: You and/or one or more of the other pilots have to be the ones to come, NO ONE ELSE. If this restriction is broken then you pilots and preventers will not receive your treat, and you won't be ready for the largest war activity since the Maramia incident in 195 AC.
I tacked on a few documents from the RFF database, just to show Herro how unprepared the Preventers were.
Herro Yuy, I've now given up. I've given you and the rest of the pilots my white flag, and my destiny, you five had better take it, and use it to your advantage. Because if you don't someone else will be turned into a freak.
_~_~_
BA: Well? How was it?
LG: Stella? What sort of a name is Stella?
BA: Your lucky you even got a name. I was going to just have you go
to the police.
Stella: But, couldn't you have given me a better name like Jade or
Jem?
BA: Nope, I'm saving those for other fics. Sorry.
S: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
BA: *Yelling above the crying Stella.* R&R please! I need one or
more reviews asking me to update, in order to continue. Though you
never know, I might just update for the heck of it.
fine. I've been to therapy about my crying when some one says I don't
own something I like. So no more crying here! :)
Little Girl: Ok. So when am I going to get a name?
BA: *Shrugs shoulders* I think I'll just have Angelus take you to the police station.
LG: What!!! I want to stay in the story!!!
BA: I don't know let's just see what I write, alright?
LG: *Grumbles* I better stay in the story.
BA: Can you just say the disclaimer?
LG: Fine. Broken Angel doesn't own GW.
BA: *Starts to laugh hysterically, then goes into a corner, still laughing.*
LG: * *:/* I thought she went to therapy. Oh, well, on with it.
_~_~_
"What does this guy mean, 'If he finds me I'll give Preventers a treat'? Huh? What sort of wise guy is this?" "Duo, think rationally. By the sound of it this guy wants us to find him." Quatre looked at the instant messages. "Yeah, well, it sounds like a trap to me." "Hm. I'll find him." Herro started typing at his laptop.
_~_~_
This kid isn't going away. I've taken her to go to the police several times. She comes back to the warehouse. So I decided she could stay. It's been six months since the little online chat with Herro and his friend Duo. So far Herro has come close to finding me, but I, as always, have thrown him off the trail. It's a bit fun to see how close he gets, then after I give him a false clue, how far away he gets.
Though, with how far things have gotten in several little rebel groups, I just might let him find me. Preventers could use the treats I'd give. But then they'd probably see what I am. So far, I've kept Stella's, or Stell as I call her, curiosity at bay by giving her something pretty to look at, and getting a TV. But she's soon not going to fall for that, and the people they send to see me will probably want me to take my cape off. I can just imagine what would happen then: total chaos. They'd send me too the nearest bio-molecular/cellular biologist/scientist they could. Just because of what those doctors turned me into during the war. Either that, or some religious freak will say that I'm a demon sent from Satan, and then try to kill me. I remember the last guy that did that to me. He doesn't exactly have a head anymore. Well, just goes to show you: don't mess with a freak.
But with all the crap that the gundam pilots have been through, could they give me an ounce of pity for what I have become? Probably not. But, out of all the Preventers they're the most likely. I guess that I'd better send Herro an e-mail, telling him that the only way preventers will get their treat is if he and/or one or more of the other pilots come. And no one else.
I get up from my resting place on My gundam's shoulder. And walk to the new "living room" of the warehouse. It's pretty much just a couch, a coffee table, and a TV, in the corner of the large area I keep my gundam. Stell has gotten herself entrapped into watching a cartoon called "My Little Pony." Guess that's what little kids like her like to watch. Though, seeing as I never really watched TV, even before those doctors took me in.
I take my laptop off the coffee table, and set it in my lap. Before I send Herro an E-mail, I check on Right Fight's Flight, or RFF, an organization that's been getting pretty close to actually making something of themselves. I nearly chock on air at what I see on my screen. They've grown a lot faster than I anticipated, at the rate they've grown, Preventers has probably not even gotten wind of them in time to prepare. I hack into Preventers to check. No, they haven't one word on them. Well, looks like I'll have to get a new screen name, tell Herro where I am, and give him and the Preventers my treats. I really hate to do that, but, there's no way Preventers will be ready for them, even with the gundam pilots. Why'd the pilots have to blow up their gundams? They could have just pretended to have, then put them in a safe place. Well, what did I really expect their men. Yes, I've got a slight prejudice against men, but what did you expect, the professors that turned me into a freak and put me through hell were men.
I create a new screen name: Hlpr/o/peace. And then e-mail Herro.
Hi! I've been surfing the net talking to people and such, and I've heard that you've been looking for someone's whose screen name is Brknwngs. I just thought I'd tell you that I looked it up a bit, and this Brknwngs, seems to be somewhere in what used to be New Blake, Texas in the USA. Just thought you might want to check it out. Hope this information was helpful. See Ya!
I logged out then went and watched whatever Stell was watching for about two hours. Then I logged into my name Brknwngs, and e-mailed Herro again.
Herro, I'm sorry, but if I'm to give preventers a treat when you supposedly find me, I'm going to have to give one restriction: You and/or one or more of the other pilots have to be the ones to come, NO ONE ELSE. If this restriction is broken then you pilots and preventers will not receive your treat, and you won't be ready for the largest war activity since the Maramia incident in 195 AC.
I tacked on a few documents from the RFF database, just to show Herro how unprepared the Preventers were.
Herro Yuy, I've now given up. I've given you and the rest of the pilots my white flag, and my destiny, you five had better take it, and use it to your advantage. Because if you don't someone else will be turned into a freak.
_~_~_
BA: Well? How was it?
LG: Stella? What sort of a name is Stella?
BA: Your lucky you even got a name. I was going to just have you go
to the police.
Stella: But, couldn't you have given me a better name like Jade or
Jem?
BA: Nope, I'm saving those for other fics. Sorry.
S: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
BA: *Yelling above the crying Stella.* R&R please! I need one or
more reviews asking me to update, in order to continue. Though you
never know, I might just update for the heck of it.
