Life Will Be What It Was
By Ryoko Kashino & Kitana blade studios
Hi there guys! This Ryoko, I have returned with yet another chapter! Okay I hope you guys like this one! I'm posting multiple chapters I hate reading only one chapter at a time. Opps! Almost forgot here's the legal crap, I don't own bebop (but wish I did) so don't freakin' sue me! I'm oh so very poor.
Chp 4 The Return of the Gambler
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Spike walked along the street filled with tall buildings. He knew he needed to get off of this planet. He knew where he could go. Bet he needed some serious cash to get there. The other problem that was he had no shelter. Maybe he'd check out a bar pick up a woman for the night. He looked at his reflection in the mirrored windows. His outfit was in pretty bad shape. There was no way any woman would look at him looking like this and Jet wasn't here to fix up his clothes. Holes in his suit jacket, blood stains and a cut in the leg was bad. He closed up his trench coat and continued to walk. He came upon a store, Galaxymart. Low prices that are worth every woolong! He chuckled to himself as the thought of the annoying tag line. Spike walked along the back of the building and saw various workers sitting about the receiving area. He watched as he saw a worker take off his smock and place in on a stack of boxes then turn to run back to the small office he'd come out of. Spike checked in all directions and he whistled while nonchalantly walked by snatching the item. He found a stack of boxes and threw off his trench coat and suit jacket. The smock hung over his head and he positioned it to cover the slash in the front of his shirt and he rolled up his sleeves. This thing reminded him of the smock Jet wore as he cooked that read, "Kiss the cook!" He then walked out into the storage area. He walked about till someone stopped him and asked, "Hey are you lost?"
"Yeah, I'm new."
"Oh it happens to all of us. Just go straight down this hall turn left and go thru the double doors. You probably work in the men's clothing, am I right?"
Spike nodded. He followed the directions given and now stood in a large wide aisle. After watching the various video cameras for about an hour he traced there watching patterns. He walked about folding clothes and pocketing a few very needed items, a pair of socks, underwear and a belt. When the chance came he grabbed a shirt, a pair of jeans, and denim button up shirt. He slipped to the back and found the employee restrooms. He changed clothes quickly depositing of his other outfit in the trash. He walked out into the storage area found his trench coat and left behind the smock. Yes, indeed worth every woolong.
A few hours later Spike walked the crowds and spied various walkers by. He caught a glimpse of his target. A very well dressed man putting away his billfold, the victim was stepping out of a very snazzy café. Spike headed his way and as planned he walked right into the man. With his slight of hand and a quick apology the man was robbed and didn't even know it. Spike dashed around the corner and opened the wallet. He grabbed the loose cash then checked the various credit cards. He grinned when he pulled out a platinum business card. He then headed to get a suit.
The Neon lights welcomed him. The casino sounded of various ka-ching and winning buzzers, Spike walked strait to the black jack tables. The 10,000 woolong chip tables screamed come hither. He did so placing down ten 10,000 bills. The dealer placed down the chips and Spike began his game of cat and mouse with the dealer. Four hours later Spike left the table with 2 million woolongs, a complementary room and a woman on each arm. As he entered his room he left the women at the door.
The room was decorated in gold, black, cream, and white marble. This was a real step up from that ugly white hospital room. He looked around the room. The lower level was the lounge area. Two large rooms, in one the sofa, a love seat, and glass table with gold legs. A fake fire place was on the other side of the living room set. In the other room was a dinning table with a glass chandelier. Spike looked to his right and saw the spiral staircase that led to the sleeping area. Lavish was the only word that came to mind. He started up the staircase and throwing off his suit jacket as he sat on the bed. Turning his view behind him and saw the balcony Spike, grabbed a cigarette and his lighter. The red orange tip of the cigarette was nothing compared to the yellows orbs of light that was the city below. The view was glorious, the streets full of cars and their headlights, the sidewalks exploding with people. He'd forgotten about how much of a tourist attraction this part of the city was. He couldn't believe that this was Tharsis. Spike took a long drag on his cigarette then ran his fingers thru his wild green fro. He sighed and watched the smoke circle around him. Spike squashed the butt out on the black railing and turned to enter his room. He needed to sleep, in the morning he'd get a passport and then head to earth.
Hey there sorry for any minor errors. I have no editor so it's only me doing the editing. No one wants to help me!!!! - Oh, anyway I hope you liked please read and review! I much appreciated it! Thanks ! Much luv and L8r, Ryoko!