Shout out time!
Jan Lee
Senshichan 14 (Here! *grins * Have more sugar! * Phe dumps a semi-trailer load of sugar on top of Senshichan * ^______________^ )
Randall Flagg 2 (It wouldn't be much of an Ed story if I killed her, now would it? * Hides behind her muse* If you must whip someone, whip this dolt. Muse (Tarka) : HEY!! )
Jahayme
The amazing Tyger-chan and her muse, as always. * GLOMPS * I LOVE YOU GUYS! ^________^ And is this enough blood to satisfy your lust, Tyger-chan? Read on, please. ^_^
Maelgwyn-person and evil CW! ( ^_____________________^ YAY! Thanks you two!! * Big hug* Opps…*Phe looks at the oddly squished pair * Eh..eh…Sorry…^_^() )
CHERRY TOMATO
SESSION FOUR
A pool of deep red- almost black blood soaked rapidly into the white concrete pavement surrounding the place where the corpse lay. Street scavengers had visited during the night, stripping the body of its weapons and clothes- anything that could be put to use or sold. Nothing went to waste on Mars. Ed watched with an alarmed sense of curiosity, as the last scruffy street urchin made off with a gold wristwatch, his hands stained red with his frantic searching. Ed was left alone, with only the stiffening body for company. She needed to go, go anywhere. Crawl away if her legs wouldn't carry her. With a sniff, she managed to stand, using the cracks in the building bricks to help her up. Sirens could be heard whirring and drawing in closer from the east. Not trusting the dark alleys and backways, Ed fled like a frightened rabbit down the main road, sticking to the lit areas as much as possible. Running and tearing the soles of her feet on the rough asphalt surface as she went.
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What is a woman's weakness? Spike Spiegel pondered the old age mystery with a grim look that would send any normal person reaching for a baseball bat.
Coffee? No…Her clothes? Tch. What clothes? Faye barely wore any as it was. Spike's mind was drawing up a mental blank. Numbly, he switched on the TV, and began the vegetation process of watching Big Shots, the TV show for bounty hunters. The harsh light reflecting off sequins and incessant flirtatious giggling connected synapses in Spikes' brain. Appearance! The key to Faye Valentine's downfall. Arching his fingers together, the evil, but stylishly dressed villain smugly reclined leisurely on the couch.
Meanwhile, the object of Spike's attentions was drawing the hot water for her daily bath. Pulling off her headband, Faye rumpled her hair, smiled and hummed a little tune she picked up from the radio, as she searched the cabinets for her hairbrush. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder, back at the bathroom door.
"That's weird, I thought I heard something…oh well." Loosening her red suspenders, Faye discarded her jacket on the floor, and dismissed the scrabbling noise at the door as Ein. Ah Faye, you poor, poor girl.
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"Rrrr! Feck, no sign." Standing on the busy street corner, Jet Black took off his hat, wiped his brow then replaced it. People were walking in all directions on their way to morning work. Slumping against a convenient signpost, Jet looked down at the ground, hoping to gain some sort of insight. He was about to look away again, when there! In between highly polished black leather shoes, scurrying about every which way, was a suspiciously large dark ring, staining the concrete. The people around him seemed oblivious or else chose to ignore it. What had made that mark? Blood? The thought of such a thing made Jet slightly queasy. If it was blood, then what…or rather, who had made it? Clutching the signpost, Jet closed his eyes and let the early morning warm his face. Please, Edward. Be alive! For me?
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"MWAH! EDWARD WANTS TO GO HOME! NOW!" Tired, footsore, and close to tears, Ed stopped outside a brilliantly lit diner window. Tired looking people inhaled deeply of their beverage vapors, and set to work eating formidable mountains of greasy food piled high on small, white china plates. Friendly waitresses, who seemed to know everybody bustled from the counter to the customers, stumps of pencils held in hand with notepads, and always ready to listen with a sympathetic ear to a tale of woe. Ed pressed her nose and hands against the glass, imagining herself eating the toasted cheese sandwich that a boy closest to her was happily munching. Feeling himself being watched, the boy glanced at the drooling, red haired girl (slobbering considerably on the window) , gave a terrified squeak and dived under the booth's table.
Her line of sight freed from the obstruction of sandwich boy, a waitress caught sight of our starving young waif. With a few hushed words from her colleagues, she marched outside, took Ed by the hand and bringing her back in, sat her down in the best seat at the counter.
"HEY! That's my darn seat-" A man so large that he might as well be the center of his own solar system swung the glass doors open. The young, twenty-something waitress who had rescued Ed put her hands on her hips, and glared dangerously.
"You don't own this diner Joe. Go and sit somewhere else for tonight."
"But, I always-"
"For Heaven's sake! Just go. I'll get Izzy to bring you your usual in a second, ok?" With a few mumbled protests, 'Joe' shambled towards the back of the warm, cozy room.
Ed pressed a laminated menu lovingly to her face. The waitress forgot her irritable mood and smiled a smile with such warmth, that it rivaled that of the gas fire heater in the corner.
"What will you have, honey?" Ed threw her arms up into the air and shouted in delight,
"FOOD!"
Laughing, the waitress waited for her to calm down.
"Silly, I know that, but what kind of food?"
"Hmmmm…" This was proving a difficult task for Ed. No matter. Time to take the random approach!
"I'll have… this, and this, and this and this and this!" She pointed to each thing on the menu.
"Ok, if you're sure… how are you going to pay for this?" Ed's jaw dropped and her limbs went limp
"Ed has no money!! Again! Ed is sorrrr-rrrrry!" Her bottom lip trembled and tears welled in her bright orange eyes. A child in distress was just too much for the waitress to bear. Patting Ed's head, she soothed her effectively.
"Don't worry, of course you don't have to pay if you don't have any money. Sssh. There , there, now. It's alright. You're among friends here! Now, what did you want with your pancakes?" Adoringly, Ed gazed at the young lady with long dark hair, tied back in elf fashion.
"THANK-YOU, MISS- uhhh…MS…umm. Ed is sorry, she never learnt nice lady's name."
Beaming, the waitress poured a glass of apple juice and pushed it across to Ed.
"It's Miss Dragon, actually. But don't worry about formalities, you can just call me Snap. Like what my name tag says."
"Ohhh…Ed wants a name tag!"
"Heh heh, I'm sure we can find something for you!"
"YAY!"
Laughing, talking, and eating alternatively, the pair whiled away the night hours. With her own nametag, and a lent apron, Ed became the Official Assistant Helper Person to Snap. For the moment, her troubles were forgotten.
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