How to Get a Date
I don't own Hellsing. It belongs to Kouta Hirano.
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Seras and Pip walked together down the rain-covered streets of London, sheltered from the cold downpour only by the big, red umbrella Pip clutched in his hand. The wind was cold and bitter, chilling Pip to the bone. Seras seemed unaffected. She felt no discomfort in her T-shirt and jeans.
They walked quickly to the theater, waiting in the ticket line.
"What movie did you want to watch, Seras?" He asked, shutting his umbrella under the canopy.
Seras scanned the line of movie titles, her bright blue eyes alighting on one particular movie.
"How about 'The Matrix'?" Seras asked.
Pip was extremely relieved. He thought he'd have to sit through a two-hour chick-flick.
"Sure zing, mon ami." Pip grinned, digging through his wallet for the money as they approached the ticket counter.
"Two adults for The Matrix, please."
"That'll be eight pounds." The man behind the counter replied, a worn smile plastered on his face.
That only left Pip with twelve pounds.
He pushed the money through the slot at the bottom of the plexi-glass, and the movie tickets were given in the same way.
Pip and Seras walked together into the comfortably warm lobby. He eyed the long lines for concessions.
"Do you want any snacks?"
XOXO
Fred had an idea. A wonderful, crazy idea. They had about an hour worth of footage on the video camera, and he could just use the footage of Pip getting beaten up and rejected.
Fred was warming up to this idea more and more. After all, he had some connections in London that could hook him up with a film editor. If this footage got the right amount of attention, it could fetch a good amount of money to their cause.
Grinning, he picked up the phone next to his bed and fished his wallet out of his pocket. It had a picture of him with his wife and daughter, money, and business cards and scraps of paper with important phone numbers on them. He sifted through the phone numbers until he came across a worn, yellowed business card.
Jason Greene
Video Editor and Photographer
Core Digital Ltd.
(020) 7240-4052
41 Shelton Street, London
Fred punched in the number before putting the card back in his wallet.
The phone rang a couple of times.
"This is Core Digital, how may I help you?" A perky female voice chirped.
"Is Jason Greene there?" He asked.
"One moment, please."
Fred was put on hold, the music beginning to play.
"When marimba rhythm starts to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance, you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me…"
Fred let out a small snicker. The song was so contradictory to the video he was about to send in. At that moment, there was a click.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Jason, it's Ferdinand. Do you remember me?"
"Fred! It's been a while. I see you haven't settled down."
"I can't. Not yet. Anyways, can you do a favor for me, por favor?"
"Sure thing. What can I do ya for?"
"I need you to edit this video for me. You know, clean it up, make it bonito."
"Sure thing. Bring it to me at seven. I have free time then."
Fred wouldn't send in an incomplete video, would he? Yeah, he probably would. Sorry about the delay. Not in a very Hellsing mood. Review, please!