Dead or Alive Extreme Hip Volley
Warning: If you are extremely sensitive to poor writing and sentences that
get jammed in your brain and don't work properly with your mind AND stories
which TRY to be funny but end up dead serious, then go back and read some
exciting, action-packed, humorous story full of rude language.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Every single item, including the swimsuits are from the game. Happy now? chanting They're not mine. They're not mine. They're not mine... This is my first story, as I said a thousand times. You can't call me a liar, 'cause this is really the first story I'm going to work hard on. Now whether it's the girls who are hip or the volleyball, never mind that first. So hi, people! What's awaiting you is a wonderful story based on eight cute girls from Dead or Alive Extreme Beach Volleyball, and their lives on the sunshine paradise Zack Island. Now whom exactly am I fooling? What you're facing now is a load of rubbish about matching clothes, partner- ing, and suspecting the other characters (you'll soon know suspecting what). Sounds nice to me. You can really make stories out of what you see and experience in the game. Hint: Imagine you are your character. How would you feel if you ex-partner is now your best friend's partner? What if your ex-partner still wears that white hat you gave her? Try 'controlling' your partner's outfits to match yours by buying them accessories and swimsuits. Who knows you might conjure up a story! Enough talking, now let's get on with it!
Chapter One – Sunny Day on Zack Island
Christie came to Zack Island gleaming with sweat, covered with slabs of sun block lotion. She fancied a glass of icy tomato juice, with a cute little black umbrella in it. Arriving at the harbour, she glanced around. It was quite empty for such a paradise except for a badly tanned girl with auburn hair and creamy brown eyes that looked like the outgoing type. She was wearing a swimsuit – Brigit. Christie saw it in the Zack Island sports shop catalogue. Horribly cheap one. If you don't count how many Zack Dollars it's worth, the look of it is worth zero. She caught Christie staring at her and walked over to her. Oh no, she's starting a conversation, Christie thought. 'Hiya! I'm Lisa. Are you new to the island?' she asked with a cheery smile. '...yes. Christie. Nice swimsuit you've got there.' It was obvious that Lisa knew she was being sarcastic, but responded with a hearty laugh instead.
'Really? I've decided to buy another one today. This one's worn up. To buy swimsuits I need Zack dollars, and to get Zack dollars, I've to play volleyball. Only I've got no partner. Wanna be my buddy?' she asked hopefully. Christie thought a while. It was sure cool to play volleyball and win money, but she cared about the tournament mostly.
'I have to prepare for the tournament.' she replied, almost coldly.
'Oh!' Lisa's eyes widened. 'I don't think Zack will ever held a tournament in a place like this. It's meant to be a joke. Anyway, he rich now, yes. But not after buying the island.' Christie's heart sank. After all that training and the prospect of slicing Helena into pieces!
'Well, I guess I haven't any choices then.' She said, trying to smile, shifting uncomfortably.
'Glad to be your partner.' Lisa smiled again.
After unpacking in the hotel room, Christie set off with Lisa to play her first match of volleyball. Lisa led her to Niki Beach, a perfect place to play volleyball.
'I'm so glad to have you to be my buddy!' Lisa spoke longingly as well as quickly as they paced along a pebbled road, as if she wanted to play volleyball right now and then on the spot. 'I longed to beat Kasumi and Ayane, the evil stepsisters. They really hate each other and it would be a miracle for them to be a team, but one day we played this dare game to dare them to be a team. Easy dare, actually. Can't believe they took it so seriously. Well, turned out they were a perfect match, seeing as their technique is quite high. Since then nobody was being able to beat them. ' Lisa laughed as they headed for Niki Beach. 'Oh, we're there already.'
Christie didn't listen to a word of Lisa. They were all the same. People. They think Christie is cold and cool, well, although she doesn't think so herself, she prefers to be called 'the cool one with the magnificent white hair'. Many had questioned her if she was an albino. Of course, every time she said, no, she wasn't an albino for God's sake.... Once again, she said she wasn't one just to lessen the stupid questions of 'concern', asking her worryingly if she can stand the sun of the island and you'd-better-not-go- there. Christie knew they were plainly trying to get rid of a major enemy in the tournament.
She stood there in front of Niki Beach, where a neat volleyball net stood on the smooth, white sand. The two famous fighters – or players – whatever, were warming up on the other side of the net, unaware of their arrival.
Christie had seen them both in the Dead or Alive 3 Tournament. They were very difficult to beat, especially at tag battle, when one of them grouped with Hayabusa, who always used his irritating 'throw-you-up-in-the-air-and- smash-your-head-on-the-ground' skills. The memories were still fresh, Kasumi's superb (Christie hated to admit that) throws, Ayane's lightning spinning......
'Chris?'
Christie jerked awake, the memories drifting away.
'What?' She asked, almost snapping.
'We're about to start the game, better do warm-ups first. Those guys are tough.' Lisa said, as if reading Christie's mind.
Across the net, Kasumi seemed to have remembered Christie too. They glared at each other...........although Kasumi didn't seem like the glare-type, it looked like a glare anyway.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Every single item, including the swimsuits are from the game. Happy now? chanting They're not mine. They're not mine. They're not mine... This is my first story, as I said a thousand times. You can't call me a liar, 'cause this is really the first story I'm going to work hard on. Now whether it's the girls who are hip or the volleyball, never mind that first. So hi, people! What's awaiting you is a wonderful story based on eight cute girls from Dead or Alive Extreme Beach Volleyball, and their lives on the sunshine paradise Zack Island. Now whom exactly am I fooling? What you're facing now is a load of rubbish about matching clothes, partner- ing, and suspecting the other characters (you'll soon know suspecting what). Sounds nice to me. You can really make stories out of what you see and experience in the game. Hint: Imagine you are your character. How would you feel if you ex-partner is now your best friend's partner? What if your ex-partner still wears that white hat you gave her? Try 'controlling' your partner's outfits to match yours by buying them accessories and swimsuits. Who knows you might conjure up a story! Enough talking, now let's get on with it!
Chapter One – Sunny Day on Zack Island
Christie came to Zack Island gleaming with sweat, covered with slabs of sun block lotion. She fancied a glass of icy tomato juice, with a cute little black umbrella in it. Arriving at the harbour, she glanced around. It was quite empty for such a paradise except for a badly tanned girl with auburn hair and creamy brown eyes that looked like the outgoing type. She was wearing a swimsuit – Brigit. Christie saw it in the Zack Island sports shop catalogue. Horribly cheap one. If you don't count how many Zack Dollars it's worth, the look of it is worth zero. She caught Christie staring at her and walked over to her. Oh no, she's starting a conversation, Christie thought. 'Hiya! I'm Lisa. Are you new to the island?' she asked with a cheery smile. '...yes. Christie. Nice swimsuit you've got there.' It was obvious that Lisa knew she was being sarcastic, but responded with a hearty laugh instead.
'Really? I've decided to buy another one today. This one's worn up. To buy swimsuits I need Zack dollars, and to get Zack dollars, I've to play volleyball. Only I've got no partner. Wanna be my buddy?' she asked hopefully. Christie thought a while. It was sure cool to play volleyball and win money, but she cared about the tournament mostly.
'I have to prepare for the tournament.' she replied, almost coldly.
'Oh!' Lisa's eyes widened. 'I don't think Zack will ever held a tournament in a place like this. It's meant to be a joke. Anyway, he rich now, yes. But not after buying the island.' Christie's heart sank. After all that training and the prospect of slicing Helena into pieces!
'Well, I guess I haven't any choices then.' She said, trying to smile, shifting uncomfortably.
'Glad to be your partner.' Lisa smiled again.
After unpacking in the hotel room, Christie set off with Lisa to play her first match of volleyball. Lisa led her to Niki Beach, a perfect place to play volleyball.
'I'm so glad to have you to be my buddy!' Lisa spoke longingly as well as quickly as they paced along a pebbled road, as if she wanted to play volleyball right now and then on the spot. 'I longed to beat Kasumi and Ayane, the evil stepsisters. They really hate each other and it would be a miracle for them to be a team, but one day we played this dare game to dare them to be a team. Easy dare, actually. Can't believe they took it so seriously. Well, turned out they were a perfect match, seeing as their technique is quite high. Since then nobody was being able to beat them. ' Lisa laughed as they headed for Niki Beach. 'Oh, we're there already.'
Christie didn't listen to a word of Lisa. They were all the same. People. They think Christie is cold and cool, well, although she doesn't think so herself, she prefers to be called 'the cool one with the magnificent white hair'. Many had questioned her if she was an albino. Of course, every time she said, no, she wasn't an albino for God's sake.... Once again, she said she wasn't one just to lessen the stupid questions of 'concern', asking her worryingly if she can stand the sun of the island and you'd-better-not-go- there. Christie knew they were plainly trying to get rid of a major enemy in the tournament.
She stood there in front of Niki Beach, where a neat volleyball net stood on the smooth, white sand. The two famous fighters – or players – whatever, were warming up on the other side of the net, unaware of their arrival.
Christie had seen them both in the Dead or Alive 3 Tournament. They were very difficult to beat, especially at tag battle, when one of them grouped with Hayabusa, who always used his irritating 'throw-you-up-in-the-air-and- smash-your-head-on-the-ground' skills. The memories were still fresh, Kasumi's superb (Christie hated to admit that) throws, Ayane's lightning spinning......
'Chris?'
Christie jerked awake, the memories drifting away.
'What?' She asked, almost snapping.
'We're about to start the game, better do warm-ups first. Those guys are tough.' Lisa said, as if reading Christie's mind.
Across the net, Kasumi seemed to have remembered Christie too. They glared at each other...........although Kasumi didn't seem like the glare-type, it looked like a glare anyway.