Broken Angel: Hiya! How's everyone doing?
Stella: You know they're going to say fine. So why do you ask that?
BA: It's just a little courtesy. And plus, sometimes people aren't doing fine. Sometimes they're feeling bad and just want to get lost in reading fanfiction, or writing fanfiction, or talking to the little anime characters inside their heads. *Gets lost inside head.*
S: You don't do that.do you?
BA: Huh? Wha-?
S: You don't talk to anime characters in your head? Do you?
BA: What! No! I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: That wasn't the question.
BA: I answered it. I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: Anime is not cartoons. It's Japanese Animation. Your always telling people this.
BA: Oh, anime! I thought you said cartoons! I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: You talk to anime characters don't you?
BA: Just say the disclaimer.
S: OoO YOU DO TALK TO LITTLE ANIME CHARACTERS INSIDE YOUR HEAD!!!
BA: Fine, if you won't say the disclaimer, I will. Broken angel doesn't own Gundam Wing.
_~_~_
Herro and his friends have come looking for me in New Blake, Texas. It makes sense that he would trust the online name I created. After all, several of the times he almost found me, it was in Texas.
He and his friends have bought a home. It is a considerably small town; I wonder how they found it. It's so small the few people that have seen me have even tried to make friends with me. One succeeding, since he was my source of supplies for my gundam. I almost forgot I haven't told you her name yet have I? Her name is Daemon. It's Latin for Demon, it's also a different way to spell demon in English. It sort of fits. In a weird way.
His name is George. George Washington. Yeah, his parents were cruel. He runs an auto repair shop called President's Auto-Repair. Yeah, it was run by his parent's first. I told you they were cruel.
He's seen what makes me a freak. Which even though it may make him a threat, I trust him to not tell anyone about me. Though, he's an avid pacifist. Which means if it is to keep peace, he just might give my location away to the Preventers. He knows my online screen name, Brknwings. He doesn't e-mail me though, because he a.) doesn't have a computer and b.) he couldn't turn on a computer even if he had one. He's only tech-savvy when it comes to cars. He can do wonders with them and motorcycles. I should know. I may be a wizard with most technology, but when it comes to my bike I can barely tell one bolt from the other. It must be some kind of complex.
Anyway's of track. That doesn't happen to me much.
They've enrolled in the high school. So they haven't pinpointed me yet. Otherwise, they'd've just come to see me. Rather than try to look inconspicuous.
Guess I'll have to tell Georgey, to drop a few hints that he's heard of rumors concerning my little warehouse.
Don't want them to take too long. RFF has been developing fast.
I decide to call George. It might take a while for him to pick up, or a few calls. He just got a phone with a LOT of buttons.
I end up calling seven times, before I hear a "Hello." His husky wise voice finally graces my ears.
"George. This is Angelus. There's a group of five guys that have just moved into town. I need you to drop a few hints that you've heard of rumors surrounding my warehouse. Can you do that?"
"Sure Black." Ugh. I hate that nickname. "Why do you want them to find you?"
"Preventers needs a few of my treats. And they're the ones who play the game."
"Ah. Well, sure, I'll drop a hint or two. When will I be seeing you again by the way?"
"A few days maybe. Even fewer if you'll get Stell occupied."
"Ah. You knows how she is. She's got starry eyes for you, Black."
"Hmph."
"Haha. Oh, would one of those boys happen to have a long braid, bout ¾ the size of yours?"
"Yes. Why?" I sit down on the couch. Stell is occupied with a show called Teletubies now. Ugh. Why do kids watch this stuff?
"Because he just walked in. Want me to go now?"
"YES!! The sooner they get the treats to Preventers the better."
"Alright Black. See ya' in a few."
_~_~_
"Hey. You seem like one for adventure!" George calls to a young man with a long braid.
"Sure, I guess I like adventure now and again. Why?" The man looks toward George with interest.
"Well, I like adventure as well. I used to be all over town. Lookin' into all the gossip, and rumors, and goin' out to see if they were real. But now in my old age, with my health and my shop, I haven't been able to do that as much. And for a few years now there has been a rumor that there was somethin' going on in an old warehouse out on Portlandale Ave. That's about a three-minute drive North of town. I wanted to see what was goin' on but, as I said before, I'm old. I was wonderin' if you could take a little look? Please? And here. If you would take a few pictures?" George pushed a camera toward him.
"I don't know. I'm kinda' new in tow-" The young man started backing away, from the offered camera.
"Please. I just want to see one more rumor unfurled before. well. I was just to the doctor a week ago and." George started crying.
_~_~_
"YOU WHAT!!! MAXWELL!!! HOW WEAK CAN YOU BE?"(Guess who's saying what, and if you guess whoever guesses the most right, gets to be in the next chapter's notes.)
"But th' ol' guy's gunna' die. And he just wants a few pictures. And it just might be what we're lookin' for."
"I think it's a nice thing to do even if it has nothing to do with why were here."
"And it does sound suspicious. We probably should check it out."
"Hm."
"See Wu-man! That's four against one. I win!"
Wufei mumbles about injustice and such, while going to his room in their five bedroom one-story house.
"So we head out first thing tomorrow?" Duo looks at the others in their small kitchen.
"I think that's as good a time as any other."
_~_~_
BA: So? What do you think? Good :D, bad :(, average :l ?
S: She talks to anime character in her head!
BA: I DO NOT TALK TO CARTOON CHARACTERS IN MY HEAD!!!
S: *Laughs* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Stella: You know they're going to say fine. So why do you ask that?
BA: It's just a little courtesy. And plus, sometimes people aren't doing fine. Sometimes they're feeling bad and just want to get lost in reading fanfiction, or writing fanfiction, or talking to the little anime characters inside their heads. *Gets lost inside head.*
S: You don't do that.do you?
BA: Huh? Wha-?
S: You don't talk to anime characters in your head? Do you?
BA: What! No! I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: That wasn't the question.
BA: I answered it. I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: Anime is not cartoons. It's Japanese Animation. Your always telling people this.
BA: Oh, anime! I thought you said cartoons! I don't talk to cartoon characters.
S: You talk to anime characters don't you?
BA: Just say the disclaimer.
S: OoO YOU DO TALK TO LITTLE ANIME CHARACTERS INSIDE YOUR HEAD!!!
BA: Fine, if you won't say the disclaimer, I will. Broken angel doesn't own Gundam Wing.
_~_~_
Herro and his friends have come looking for me in New Blake, Texas. It makes sense that he would trust the online name I created. After all, several of the times he almost found me, it was in Texas.
He and his friends have bought a home. It is a considerably small town; I wonder how they found it. It's so small the few people that have seen me have even tried to make friends with me. One succeeding, since he was my source of supplies for my gundam. I almost forgot I haven't told you her name yet have I? Her name is Daemon. It's Latin for Demon, it's also a different way to spell demon in English. It sort of fits. In a weird way.
His name is George. George Washington. Yeah, his parents were cruel. He runs an auto repair shop called President's Auto-Repair. Yeah, it was run by his parent's first. I told you they were cruel.
He's seen what makes me a freak. Which even though it may make him a threat, I trust him to not tell anyone about me. Though, he's an avid pacifist. Which means if it is to keep peace, he just might give my location away to the Preventers. He knows my online screen name, Brknwings. He doesn't e-mail me though, because he a.) doesn't have a computer and b.) he couldn't turn on a computer even if he had one. He's only tech-savvy when it comes to cars. He can do wonders with them and motorcycles. I should know. I may be a wizard with most technology, but when it comes to my bike I can barely tell one bolt from the other. It must be some kind of complex.
Anyway's of track. That doesn't happen to me much.
They've enrolled in the high school. So they haven't pinpointed me yet. Otherwise, they'd've just come to see me. Rather than try to look inconspicuous.
Guess I'll have to tell Georgey, to drop a few hints that he's heard of rumors concerning my little warehouse.
Don't want them to take too long. RFF has been developing fast.
I decide to call George. It might take a while for him to pick up, or a few calls. He just got a phone with a LOT of buttons.
I end up calling seven times, before I hear a "Hello." His husky wise voice finally graces my ears.
"George. This is Angelus. There's a group of five guys that have just moved into town. I need you to drop a few hints that you've heard of rumors surrounding my warehouse. Can you do that?"
"Sure Black." Ugh. I hate that nickname. "Why do you want them to find you?"
"Preventers needs a few of my treats. And they're the ones who play the game."
"Ah. Well, sure, I'll drop a hint or two. When will I be seeing you again by the way?"
"A few days maybe. Even fewer if you'll get Stell occupied."
"Ah. You knows how she is. She's got starry eyes for you, Black."
"Hmph."
"Haha. Oh, would one of those boys happen to have a long braid, bout ¾ the size of yours?"
"Yes. Why?" I sit down on the couch. Stell is occupied with a show called Teletubies now. Ugh. Why do kids watch this stuff?
"Because he just walked in. Want me to go now?"
"YES!! The sooner they get the treats to Preventers the better."
"Alright Black. See ya' in a few."
_~_~_
"Hey. You seem like one for adventure!" George calls to a young man with a long braid.
"Sure, I guess I like adventure now and again. Why?" The man looks toward George with interest.
"Well, I like adventure as well. I used to be all over town. Lookin' into all the gossip, and rumors, and goin' out to see if they were real. But now in my old age, with my health and my shop, I haven't been able to do that as much. And for a few years now there has been a rumor that there was somethin' going on in an old warehouse out on Portlandale Ave. That's about a three-minute drive North of town. I wanted to see what was goin' on but, as I said before, I'm old. I was wonderin' if you could take a little look? Please? And here. If you would take a few pictures?" George pushed a camera toward him.
"I don't know. I'm kinda' new in tow-" The young man started backing away, from the offered camera.
"Please. I just want to see one more rumor unfurled before. well. I was just to the doctor a week ago and." George started crying.
_~_~_
"YOU WHAT!!! MAXWELL!!! HOW WEAK CAN YOU BE?"(Guess who's saying what, and if you guess whoever guesses the most right, gets to be in the next chapter's notes.)
"But th' ol' guy's gunna' die. And he just wants a few pictures. And it just might be what we're lookin' for."
"I think it's a nice thing to do even if it has nothing to do with why were here."
"And it does sound suspicious. We probably should check it out."
"Hm."
"See Wu-man! That's four against one. I win!"
Wufei mumbles about injustice and such, while going to his room in their five bedroom one-story house.
"So we head out first thing tomorrow?" Duo looks at the others in their small kitchen.
"I think that's as good a time as any other."
_~_~_
BA: So? What do you think? Good :D, bad :(, average :l ?
S: She talks to anime character in her head!
BA: I DO NOT TALK TO CARTOON CHARACTERS IN MY HEAD!!!
S: *Laughs* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
