Yeah! Even one or two reviews is good enough. I've decided to keep going, and shed a more happy light on this group of people. Reading depressing stories doesn't work that well for me (let me tell you I haven't read anything from "A Series of Unfortunate Events") so I guess I need to write "happier" things and promote a better outlook on life through writting. o_O; I'm getting smarter! Creepy, isn't it? This chapter takes a sharp turn towards uh....more "niceness". Let's just hope its not too sharp and I don't kill myself. ~_^ --Lady Bluesummers
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Chapter Nine: Hello Wolfie!!
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Andrea stopped at a pub in some town FAR away from Ruined-New July. She wasn't sad at all, despite all she had been through. She was very happy being a drifter and once in a while taking down a bounty anonymously just for need of income, not because that was what her "work" was. She would write her father and tell him so. Bounty hunting was so much easier this way. Andrea smiled at everyone and ordered black coffee. (For the life of me I have no idea where they would get coffee beans on Gunsmoke, but hey, why not? XD)
"Thanks Karl, I'll come back later!" she waved her hand to the new barkeep who happened to be one of her friends. She liked this town and decided to stay there for a while. It was peaceful, and not much happened. But the people were really nice, the kids always looked forward to seeing Andrea, and she was staying with the nicest family. It was almost perfect, had there not been one broom-shaped hole in her heart that hadn't been replaced yet. "Vash," she mumbled taking her share of groceries upstairs to the family's spare room. She sighed. "No point. I lost him on my own concience, and I can't blame myself, but I can't blame him either. Damn blame-game. I swear, being human stinks.....human nature....errrghh...I'm starving..." oO; Before us, we see a CHANGED MIND. O_O
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"MISS ANDREA!! HURRY UP! WE WANNA START!!"
"I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!! JUST LEMMIE EAT BREAKFAST, OK?"
"OK!"
"....."
"MISS ANDREA?"
"WHAT?"
"BUT YOU CAN EAT IT DOWN HERE WITH US!!"
"REALLY?"
"REALLY!"
"REALLY REALLY?"
"REALLY REALLY!!"
"REALLY REALLY REALLY?!"
"AWWW, MISS ANDREA!!"
"ALRIGHT, I'M COMING!!"
Andrea bolted down the rest of her toast and scrambled downstairs to meet the neighborhood kids. They all tackled her at once, sending her flying almost into the wall, but definitly to the ground. "GAHHH!! YOU GUYS!! NOOO NOT MY KNIVES! THEY'RE POINTY! THEY MIGHT HURT YOU!!" the immediately put her belt of knives in the family's mailbox (the house where she was staying) and tackled her more. By instinct she successfully pushed them all off and started running for the bench in the side and grabbed a newspaper. The kids wandered up to her. She held it above her face.
The "leader" poked Andrea's knee. "Excuse me, umm...adult person? Have you seen Miss Andrea lately?" the kids failed to hide their sniggers. Andrea put on her throaty old-man's voice which was REALLY fake. "Well...I'd have to say that she's right....HERE!! BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!!" Andrea literally jumped from behind the newspaper and scared the living hell out of the children. "AHHH!!" they all scattered and fell back, laughing. Andrea fell over laughing too. An irregular shadow belonging to a man carrying a large cross wrapped in canvas and bound in belts stepped up to Andrea, who was still laughing and painfully gripping her side. "You sure handle the kids well, don't you?" Andrea looked up.
"Why....hello Wolfie!!" her gale of laughter caught her lungs again and she curled into a ball laughing so hard she was almost in pain. Wolfwood's eyebrow twitched above the top edge of his sunglasses. "Please don't call me that."
"Yeah, hehehehe...whatever you say...WOLFIE."
"Stop it!!"
Andrea stood up. The kids stood behind her, wondering who the strange man was. One spoke up, and walked to Wolfwood and started tugging on the bottom of his shirt.
"Excuse me mister?" the child looked up all cute and adorable. 'Wolfie' bent down and looked face to face with the kid. "What is it?" he said, smiling.
"Well," the child said, still looking cute and adorable. "Your nose is funny."
Someone standing just inside a building would have thought the kids were screaming bloody murder, had the laughter not been audible. They all laughed and fell over again, followed by Andrea who had been waiting to get that out since she had first met the priest. But there was that damned barrier of the unwritten rules of social "politeness". Living with Vash for a while and with the kids longer, her being was caged no longer by the "civil peoples of the world's" steel bars of common manners. Poor Wolfwood blinked, and sat there still bent down. Andrea finally stopped laughing and hugged him around the neck.
"What brings you here, Mr. Wolfwood? Last time I saw you was the last time...." she stopped short, still holding onto the priest's neck.
He stood up but she held on. "The last time you saw the Broom-Head? Yeah, he's alive all right, but he's really worried over you. I can't believe you're putting him through that. Honestly I don't think you know where he is, so I don't really blame you, but I think you've seen each other, and you've avoided him. Just give the poor idiot a break, ok?" he patted her back. Andrea's form heaved and shuddered from silent weeping on Wolfwood's shoulder. She looked up at him. "Thanks," she said smiling.
"I needed that."
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YAY! A happier ending! That feels better, don't ya think? ^^ I think I'm actually getting somewhere with this. Mwahahaha!! Review and tell me what you think, my poor brain's open to any suggestions, even flames, of course if there's a flame I'll just find your story and review it with a flame just for spite. Nah, I'm not that kind of person. xD This author's too good for that!! 8P Cal-q-Later.*runs*
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Chapter Nine: Hello Wolfie!!
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Andrea stopped at a pub in some town FAR away from Ruined-New July. She wasn't sad at all, despite all she had been through. She was very happy being a drifter and once in a while taking down a bounty anonymously just for need of income, not because that was what her "work" was. She would write her father and tell him so. Bounty hunting was so much easier this way. Andrea smiled at everyone and ordered black coffee. (For the life of me I have no idea where they would get coffee beans on Gunsmoke, but hey, why not? XD)
"Thanks Karl, I'll come back later!" she waved her hand to the new barkeep who happened to be one of her friends. She liked this town and decided to stay there for a while. It was peaceful, and not much happened. But the people were really nice, the kids always looked forward to seeing Andrea, and she was staying with the nicest family. It was almost perfect, had there not been one broom-shaped hole in her heart that hadn't been replaced yet. "Vash," she mumbled taking her share of groceries upstairs to the family's spare room. She sighed. "No point. I lost him on my own concience, and I can't blame myself, but I can't blame him either. Damn blame-game. I swear, being human stinks.....human nature....errrghh...I'm starving..." oO; Before us, we see a CHANGED MIND. O_O
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"MISS ANDREA!! HURRY UP! WE WANNA START!!"
"I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!! JUST LEMMIE EAT BREAKFAST, OK?"
"OK!"
"....."
"MISS ANDREA?"
"WHAT?"
"BUT YOU CAN EAT IT DOWN HERE WITH US!!"
"REALLY?"
"REALLY!"
"REALLY REALLY?"
"REALLY REALLY!!"
"REALLY REALLY REALLY?!"
"AWWW, MISS ANDREA!!"
"ALRIGHT, I'M COMING!!"
Andrea bolted down the rest of her toast and scrambled downstairs to meet the neighborhood kids. They all tackled her at once, sending her flying almost into the wall, but definitly to the ground. "GAHHH!! YOU GUYS!! NOOO NOT MY KNIVES! THEY'RE POINTY! THEY MIGHT HURT YOU!!" the immediately put her belt of knives in the family's mailbox (the house where she was staying) and tackled her more. By instinct she successfully pushed them all off and started running for the bench in the side and grabbed a newspaper. The kids wandered up to her. She held it above her face.
The "leader" poked Andrea's knee. "Excuse me, umm...adult person? Have you seen Miss Andrea lately?" the kids failed to hide their sniggers. Andrea put on her throaty old-man's voice which was REALLY fake. "Well...I'd have to say that she's right....HERE!! BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!!" Andrea literally jumped from behind the newspaper and scared the living hell out of the children. "AHHH!!" they all scattered and fell back, laughing. Andrea fell over laughing too. An irregular shadow belonging to a man carrying a large cross wrapped in canvas and bound in belts stepped up to Andrea, who was still laughing and painfully gripping her side. "You sure handle the kids well, don't you?" Andrea looked up.
"Why....hello Wolfie!!" her gale of laughter caught her lungs again and she curled into a ball laughing so hard she was almost in pain. Wolfwood's eyebrow twitched above the top edge of his sunglasses. "Please don't call me that."
"Yeah, hehehehe...whatever you say...WOLFIE."
"Stop it!!"
Andrea stood up. The kids stood behind her, wondering who the strange man was. One spoke up, and walked to Wolfwood and started tugging on the bottom of his shirt.
"Excuse me mister?" the child looked up all cute and adorable. 'Wolfie' bent down and looked face to face with the kid. "What is it?" he said, smiling.
"Well," the child said, still looking cute and adorable. "Your nose is funny."
Someone standing just inside a building would have thought the kids were screaming bloody murder, had the laughter not been audible. They all laughed and fell over again, followed by Andrea who had been waiting to get that out since she had first met the priest. But there was that damned barrier of the unwritten rules of social "politeness". Living with Vash for a while and with the kids longer, her being was caged no longer by the "civil peoples of the world's" steel bars of common manners. Poor Wolfwood blinked, and sat there still bent down. Andrea finally stopped laughing and hugged him around the neck.
"What brings you here, Mr. Wolfwood? Last time I saw you was the last time...." she stopped short, still holding onto the priest's neck.
He stood up but she held on. "The last time you saw the Broom-Head? Yeah, he's alive all right, but he's really worried over you. I can't believe you're putting him through that. Honestly I don't think you know where he is, so I don't really blame you, but I think you've seen each other, and you've avoided him. Just give the poor idiot a break, ok?" he patted her back. Andrea's form heaved and shuddered from silent weeping on Wolfwood's shoulder. She looked up at him. "Thanks," she said smiling.
"I needed that."
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YAY! A happier ending! That feels better, don't ya think? ^^ I think I'm actually getting somewhere with this. Mwahahaha!! Review and tell me what you think, my poor brain's open to any suggestions, even flames, of course if there's a flame I'll just find your story and review it with a flame just for spite. Nah, I'm not that kind of person. xD This author's too good for that!! 8P Cal-q-Later.*runs*