I saw the Cowboy Bebop Movie! Not as good as the Episodes in my opinion,
but still recommended!
Okay, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. School and Isabell kinda got in the way. Well, I have some really good news. I FINALLY GOT MY LOCKER OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, I'm just kidding, but yes I finally did get my locker open. Well, without further ado, I'll bring to you . . . another chapter of Just For! (Sorry, I have that song stuck in my head . . . if you even know what I'm talking about.)
No song sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
A New Bounty, And Old Enemy
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Spike was lying on the couch, his eyes have closed and his cigarette in hand. There was an empty cup of noodles on the stand beside him. It was a frugal, but filling meal. He hated it. It was worse the bellpeppers and beef with no beef. He sighed and inhaled the cigarette smoke. Jet was out shopping for food. He'd more than likely come back with more noodles. Spike turned on the static-filled TV. He started flipping around and found himself watching the news.
They were talking about the hospital and who they believed was behind it. They posted a few pictures of those who were suspected of blowing the building up. There were three. One was of a tall and husky guy wearing a green t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and black jeans. His raven hair was cut just below his ears and greasy-looking.
The second man looked well groomed. Although his light brown hair was cut almost to his scalp, you could tell that it was curly. He had bright blue eyes, but looked dangerous. Spike wasn't paying much attention until he saw the last picture. It was of Code. Spike hurridly snatched up a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote down the people's names and the rest of the information that they would tell him.
Their last words before the commercial caught his attention even more. If all three were caught and brought in, the reward would be twenty thousand woo longs (sp?) He left the TV on the news channel in case they came back on with more information. He rushed over to the computer and started looking for ore information.
By that time Jet had walked back in the door with a few bags full of noodles, bottled water, Ragu, and almost everything else that wasn't very nutricious. Jet put the bags down and strided over once he noticed that Spike was actually looking for something. The fuzzy-haired man looked intent on his worked as he tried to get the hang of typing on the keyboard. He was constantly deleting and re-spelling words, trying to stop hitting the wrong button on the keyboard.
"What are you looking for?" Jet finally asked.
Spike just slid the paper he had wrote the news report on and then began typing again. Jet grinned, "Maybe you can stay on the Bebop after all . . . "
~*~
Jet stood outside of a local diner called "The Riverboat." It was a all you can eat buffet with a small casino in the back. The casino wasn't large, it only consisted of slot machines, one poker table, keno, horse races on TV, and a bar. Jet entered to find that there were only a few people sitting around. Most were in the mini-casino. There were only families in the front. He walked past them and to the back of the building.
Jet walked ver to a slot machine and began playing as if he was a normal customer. He made sure to keep his senses so he didn't spend all of their remaining money. He noticed a man walk up behind him and he turned around just in time for someone to punch him. The force of the punch made even Jet fall off of the stool.
"Code warned me about you and your damn friend." Jet frowned as he stood up.
It was the first man. The one that was big and ugly. The one whose name was Robert Scartly. Robert smiled down at him; he about half a foot taller than Jet. A modern day big-foot. Jet swung at him once and hit; the huge man didn't budge. Jet stared at him, dumbfounded. Robert smiled and hit Jet sending him across the room. He walked over to him and kicked him in the ribs. Jet cursed.
"I thought this was only supposed to happen in movies!"
~*~
Spike was walking on the other side of the city where Code was supposed to have a hideout in the back of some bar. Spike walked around, looking for a bar by the name of "Ring King" and how they came up with that name, he had no idea. Maybe they were going for something origional. Spike walked for what he thought was miles. By the way time was passing, it seemed like he'd been walking a week and the world stopped. That was why the sun never went down.
He sighed, not really looking at the names of the bars and stores any more, but looking at the ground. He almost ran into someone and that caused him to look up. The man was obviously a business man, all dressed up in a fancy suit that only he could afford. Spike looked around to see where he was at. On the bill board over one building read the words "Ring King." He would have walked right by it if not for that man who stepped in his way. Spike silently thanked him.
He started walking towards the bar, now looking to see where he was going. He watched the people around him. As he proceeded toward the bar, h noted that the man in the suit was very out of place. Everyone around here either looked like a bum or a ganster. Once he entered the bar, there was a completely different scene spread out before him.
There were decently dressed women, along with some who were not, men that looked normal, or in the same position as Spike, a few gansters, very few business men, and Spike noted that there were a few small bounties and Syndicate men dotted around the area of the bar that was visable to him. (Wow, what a long sentence. Is that a run on? If it is, I don't care, sorry, lol.) Spike walked over to a section of the bar that people seemed to be crowded around. It was obviously where the alchohol was. Spike had to fight and squeeze himself through the large crowd to even see the bar.
Finally, he got a seat, but was still occasionally jostled by the people behind him. A wman with purple hair, that was obviously dyed, sat beside him. Even though she looked very different from Faye, the woam nstill reminded Spike of Faye. Spike reluctantly ordered a drink, knowing that he would have to sneak out of the bar knowing that he didn't have any woo- longs on him. What was he thinking? He didn't have any woo longs to begin with . . .
(Am I spelling woo longs right?)
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Thanks for reading and PLEASE, PLEASE, LEAVE A REVIEW. You people were so good at leaving reviews in the beginning . . . is it because I don't update a lot? Well, anyway, just ignore me. I'm being stupid again. I hope you liked, and wish me luck on finding my Nickelback cd. I lost it! ::Cries:: Lol. I still have the case and everything, just not the cd. Well, Cya!
Okay, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. School and Isabell kinda got in the way. Well, I have some really good news. I FINALLY GOT MY LOCKER OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, I'm just kidding, but yes I finally did get my locker open. Well, without further ado, I'll bring to you . . . another chapter of Just For! (Sorry, I have that song stuck in my head . . . if you even know what I'm talking about.)
No song sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
A New Bounty, And Old Enemy
~
Spike was lying on the couch, his eyes have closed and his cigarette in hand. There was an empty cup of noodles on the stand beside him. It was a frugal, but filling meal. He hated it. It was worse the bellpeppers and beef with no beef. He sighed and inhaled the cigarette smoke. Jet was out shopping for food. He'd more than likely come back with more noodles. Spike turned on the static-filled TV. He started flipping around and found himself watching the news.
They were talking about the hospital and who they believed was behind it. They posted a few pictures of those who were suspected of blowing the building up. There were three. One was of a tall and husky guy wearing a green t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and black jeans. His raven hair was cut just below his ears and greasy-looking.
The second man looked well groomed. Although his light brown hair was cut almost to his scalp, you could tell that it was curly. He had bright blue eyes, but looked dangerous. Spike wasn't paying much attention until he saw the last picture. It was of Code. Spike hurridly snatched up a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote down the people's names and the rest of the information that they would tell him.
Their last words before the commercial caught his attention even more. If all three were caught and brought in, the reward would be twenty thousand woo longs (sp?) He left the TV on the news channel in case they came back on with more information. He rushed over to the computer and started looking for ore information.
By that time Jet had walked back in the door with a few bags full of noodles, bottled water, Ragu, and almost everything else that wasn't very nutricious. Jet put the bags down and strided over once he noticed that Spike was actually looking for something. The fuzzy-haired man looked intent on his worked as he tried to get the hang of typing on the keyboard. He was constantly deleting and re-spelling words, trying to stop hitting the wrong button on the keyboard.
"What are you looking for?" Jet finally asked.
Spike just slid the paper he had wrote the news report on and then began typing again. Jet grinned, "Maybe you can stay on the Bebop after all . . . "
~*~
Jet stood outside of a local diner called "The Riverboat." It was a all you can eat buffet with a small casino in the back. The casino wasn't large, it only consisted of slot machines, one poker table, keno, horse races on TV, and a bar. Jet entered to find that there were only a few people sitting around. Most were in the mini-casino. There were only families in the front. He walked past them and to the back of the building.
Jet walked ver to a slot machine and began playing as if he was a normal customer. He made sure to keep his senses so he didn't spend all of their remaining money. He noticed a man walk up behind him and he turned around just in time for someone to punch him. The force of the punch made even Jet fall off of the stool.
"Code warned me about you and your damn friend." Jet frowned as he stood up.
It was the first man. The one that was big and ugly. The one whose name was Robert Scartly. Robert smiled down at him; he about half a foot taller than Jet. A modern day big-foot. Jet swung at him once and hit; the huge man didn't budge. Jet stared at him, dumbfounded. Robert smiled and hit Jet sending him across the room. He walked over to him and kicked him in the ribs. Jet cursed.
"I thought this was only supposed to happen in movies!"
~*~
Spike was walking on the other side of the city where Code was supposed to have a hideout in the back of some bar. Spike walked around, looking for a bar by the name of "Ring King" and how they came up with that name, he had no idea. Maybe they were going for something origional. Spike walked for what he thought was miles. By the way time was passing, it seemed like he'd been walking a week and the world stopped. That was why the sun never went down.
He sighed, not really looking at the names of the bars and stores any more, but looking at the ground. He almost ran into someone and that caused him to look up. The man was obviously a business man, all dressed up in a fancy suit that only he could afford. Spike looked around to see where he was at. On the bill board over one building read the words "Ring King." He would have walked right by it if not for that man who stepped in his way. Spike silently thanked him.
He started walking towards the bar, now looking to see where he was going. He watched the people around him. As he proceeded toward the bar, h noted that the man in the suit was very out of place. Everyone around here either looked like a bum or a ganster. Once he entered the bar, there was a completely different scene spread out before him.
There were decently dressed women, along with some who were not, men that looked normal, or in the same position as Spike, a few gansters, very few business men, and Spike noted that there were a few small bounties and Syndicate men dotted around the area of the bar that was visable to him. (Wow, what a long sentence. Is that a run on? If it is, I don't care, sorry, lol.) Spike walked over to a section of the bar that people seemed to be crowded around. It was obviously where the alchohol was. Spike had to fight and squeeze himself through the large crowd to even see the bar.
Finally, he got a seat, but was still occasionally jostled by the people behind him. A wman with purple hair, that was obviously dyed, sat beside him. Even though she looked very different from Faye, the woam nstill reminded Spike of Faye. Spike reluctantly ordered a drink, knowing that he would have to sneak out of the bar knowing that he didn't have any woo- longs on him. What was he thinking? He didn't have any woo longs to begin with . . .
(Am I spelling woo longs right?)
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Thanks for reading and PLEASE, PLEASE, LEAVE A REVIEW. You people were so good at leaving reviews in the beginning . . . is it because I don't update a lot? Well, anyway, just ignore me. I'm being stupid again. I hope you liked, and wish me luck on finding my Nickelback cd. I lost it! ::Cries:: Lol. I still have the case and everything, just not the cd. Well, Cya!