The Liz: I'm back! My internet died so I couldn't update. But the up side is that I had lots of time to write more. The down side is that school just started again so I'm not gonna have a whole lotta time to write
To Forgotten Love: Yes, I am writing a fic for Shampoo. No, there is no plot to this story because plots are like a drug, highly addictive and they make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And please, I understand that you like Shampoo, but do really have to talk like her? Thanks for reviewing.
To Yukimi: Hello again! Thanks for keeping up with my fic. S'good to see people still like it enough to review again.
To Kawii-chan: Yes, I have many, many ideas for the others. Mwhahahaha!
To Seiat: Thanks, I'm glad you think it's funny. I hope you still think it's funny by the end of this chapter.
To Koala Kitty: I'm glad I could be of service to you.
I actually have a plan of what I'm going to do this time (Thanks to my good friend Callyperson) so this should be better than my last chapter. Should be. I'm not promising anything.
Disclaimer: Okay, so here goes. I don't own Ranma ½ or any of its characters. Damn. That wasn't any fun now was it?
Setting: The street is busy with people milling about and the sidewalks are dark from last night's rainstorm. The sky is a clear blue filled with cotton ball clouds and the sun is shining brightly. The vending machine stands to the side of the road, water still gathered at the roof of the machine.
Down the street walks a tall youth, 16 or 17 by the looks of it, wearing a white Chinese robe with very big sleeves. His long black hair moves slightly as he walks along and on his face he wears incredibly thick lenses. He appears to be deep in thought as he continues down the road with a somber look on his face.
Not many people take notice of the strangely dressed man, although a few little boys snicker at the man's "dress".
The strange man stops and sighs, looking up to the sky with a longing expression. He mutters something about a hair care product, then looks back down. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots the vending machine filled with sugary goodness. He smiles a very wide smile and walks over to the machine, taking out a 50-yen piece from his sleeve.
Inserting the coin into the slot, he presses an orange button, then sliding his hand back into his enormous sleeves he patiently waits. And waits. And waits. His eyebrow twitches with impatience and he pushes the button again. Nothing happens and he pushes the coin return button.
Realizing that the machine wasn't going to give him back his money, the young man begins to kick the machine violently, swearing under his breath. But with his very thin and soft shoes, kicking begins to hurt him more than it will ever hurt the machine.
Frustrated, he throws his hands up in the air with an angry look on his face. The angry look soon turns to one of pain as he suddenly remembers the hoard of sharp pointy things hidden among his sleeves. Now smiling an evil grin, he reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a...
Hairpin. Because with hair his length, any type of hair accessory can be a blessing. Looking around to see if anyone was watching him, he bends over and sticks the hairpin in the lock. A bolt of electricity surges through the machine and into the hairpin, leaving on the street, a very fried and uncomfortable young man.
The young man lies there for a second or two, hands twitching, before he leaps up, seemingly unharmed. "How dare you?!" he yells at the machine. Leaping back, he throws his hands at the machine. Several chains fly from his sleeves at the machine, wrapping themselves around the cold black metal.
The young man pulls at the chains with all his strength but nothing happens. His face grows red from exertion as he turns around to try to pull the machine from that position. By now, a small crowd has gathered around the young man, either cheering him on or telling him it's no use.
The young man continues to pull, sweat pouring down his face when suddenly a loud crack emits from his back. His face is that of surprise and pain as he falls down on the ground in pain. The people in the crowd shrug and continue on with their daily lives.
"How... dare... you..." the young man says in between gasps of pain from his broken back.
"I dare very well thank you," the vending machine reply's in it's text box.
AN: Ok, so I'm not so proud of this one either. It seemed to me though that that is how Mousse would react to being electrocuted. And I think that we've now established that the vending machine has a mind of it's own.
Anyway, I've decided on five more people, one of which is the receiver of the soda #evil smirk# After that, I'm onto something else. By the way, thank you to the Callyperson for helping me with my stories. She helped me figure out who was the next victim.
The Liz: Ok, I'm gonna give you a list of names and you tell me the one you like best kay? Nabiki, Akane, The Golden Skating Pair, and Shampoo.
Callyperson: Shampoo. I like that name. Maybe that's what I'll name my kid.
The Liz: I'm naming mine Not!Sam.
Callyperson: I pity your kid.
Next Chapter: Shampoo
To Forgotten Love: Yes, I am writing a fic for Shampoo. No, there is no plot to this story because plots are like a drug, highly addictive and they make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And please, I understand that you like Shampoo, but do really have to talk like her? Thanks for reviewing.
To Yukimi: Hello again! Thanks for keeping up with my fic. S'good to see people still like it enough to review again.
To Kawii-chan: Yes, I have many, many ideas for the others. Mwhahahaha!
To Seiat: Thanks, I'm glad you think it's funny. I hope you still think it's funny by the end of this chapter.
To Koala Kitty: I'm glad I could be of service to you.
I actually have a plan of what I'm going to do this time (Thanks to my good friend Callyperson) so this should be better than my last chapter. Should be. I'm not promising anything.
Disclaimer: Okay, so here goes. I don't own Ranma ½ or any of its characters. Damn. That wasn't any fun now was it?
Setting: The street is busy with people milling about and the sidewalks are dark from last night's rainstorm. The sky is a clear blue filled with cotton ball clouds and the sun is shining brightly. The vending machine stands to the side of the road, water still gathered at the roof of the machine.
Down the street walks a tall youth, 16 or 17 by the looks of it, wearing a white Chinese robe with very big sleeves. His long black hair moves slightly as he walks along and on his face he wears incredibly thick lenses. He appears to be deep in thought as he continues down the road with a somber look on his face.
Not many people take notice of the strangely dressed man, although a few little boys snicker at the man's "dress".
The strange man stops and sighs, looking up to the sky with a longing expression. He mutters something about a hair care product, then looks back down. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots the vending machine filled with sugary goodness. He smiles a very wide smile and walks over to the machine, taking out a 50-yen piece from his sleeve.
Inserting the coin into the slot, he presses an orange button, then sliding his hand back into his enormous sleeves he patiently waits. And waits. And waits. His eyebrow twitches with impatience and he pushes the button again. Nothing happens and he pushes the coin return button.
Realizing that the machine wasn't going to give him back his money, the young man begins to kick the machine violently, swearing under his breath. But with his very thin and soft shoes, kicking begins to hurt him more than it will ever hurt the machine.
Frustrated, he throws his hands up in the air with an angry look on his face. The angry look soon turns to one of pain as he suddenly remembers the hoard of sharp pointy things hidden among his sleeves. Now smiling an evil grin, he reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a...
Hairpin. Because with hair his length, any type of hair accessory can be a blessing. Looking around to see if anyone was watching him, he bends over and sticks the hairpin in the lock. A bolt of electricity surges through the machine and into the hairpin, leaving on the street, a very fried and uncomfortable young man.
The young man lies there for a second or two, hands twitching, before he leaps up, seemingly unharmed. "How dare you?!" he yells at the machine. Leaping back, he throws his hands at the machine. Several chains fly from his sleeves at the machine, wrapping themselves around the cold black metal.
The young man pulls at the chains with all his strength but nothing happens. His face grows red from exertion as he turns around to try to pull the machine from that position. By now, a small crowd has gathered around the young man, either cheering him on or telling him it's no use.
The young man continues to pull, sweat pouring down his face when suddenly a loud crack emits from his back. His face is that of surprise and pain as he falls down on the ground in pain. The people in the crowd shrug and continue on with their daily lives.
"How... dare... you..." the young man says in between gasps of pain from his broken back.
"I dare very well thank you," the vending machine reply's in it's text box.
AN: Ok, so I'm not so proud of this one either. It seemed to me though that that is how Mousse would react to being electrocuted. And I think that we've now established that the vending machine has a mind of it's own.
Anyway, I've decided on five more people, one of which is the receiver of the soda #evil smirk# After that, I'm onto something else. By the way, thank you to the Callyperson for helping me with my stories. She helped me figure out who was the next victim.
The Liz: Ok, I'm gonna give you a list of names and you tell me the one you like best kay? Nabiki, Akane, The Golden Skating Pair, and Shampoo.
Callyperson: Shampoo. I like that name. Maybe that's what I'll name my kid.
The Liz: I'm naming mine Not!Sam.
Callyperson: I pity your kid.
Next Chapter: Shampoo