Guys and Dolls
Fanfic by: MST
Original Story by: Jo Swerling and Abe Burrows
Based on the Story by: Damon Runyon
Inspired by: My High School's Spring Musical
Disclaimer: We do not own Bionicle, nor shall we ever, unless we go to court and gain the rights. We also don't own Guys and Dolls, it was originally based on Runyon's The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown.
Characters:
Sister Sarah Brown
Hahli
Sky Masterson
Sky
Miss Adelaide
Macku
Nathan Detroit
Hewkii
"Grandfather" Arvide Aberanthy
Kongu
Big Jule (B. S. Pully)
Kalama
Nicely-Nicely Johnson
Takua
Benny Southstreet
Kopeke
Rusty Charlie
Matoro
Harry the Horse
Onepu the Ussal
Lieutenant Brannigan
Ally
Agatha
Kai
Calvin
Tamaru
Martha
Nokama
General Matilda B. Cartwright
Amaya
Joey Biltmore
Kapura
Scranton Slim
Kokkan
Mimi
Kotu
Brandy Bottle Bates
Jaa
The Greek
Gadjati
Angie the Ox
Boreas
Society Max
Aft
Liver Lips Louie
Piatra
Mindy
Agni
Hot Box Girls
Kailani, Marka, Nireta, Nixie, Okoth, Pelagia, Shasa, Vhisola
Singers:
Hahli
Sky
(Hahli and Sky)
(Hahli and Mission Band)
Note: This takes place in Metru Nui. We are going to add Broadway to the Bionicle world, just so you know. Later characters may be added and we shall repost the entire list, incase you forget who is who. We are also using the script to help us. Names, lyrics, and some words were changed to fit the story. All Matoran wear clothing.
Chapter 3: The Bet, the Bettor, the Bettee, and the Lady
"Not real high class dolls!" Hewkii challenged.
"Any doll! You name her!" Sky accepted. (Follow the fold)
(And stray no more)
"Any doll? And I name her! Will you bet on that?" (Stray no more, stay no more)
"Will you bet a thousand dollars that if I—" (Put down the bottle)
"—name a doll you will take her to Le-Koro—" (And we'll say no more)
"—tomorrow?" Hewkii asked. (Follow, follow the fold)
"You got a bet!" They shook hands.
Hewkii pointed.
"I name her!" (Follow the fold)
(And stray no more)
Sky cupped his hand to his ear to hear what Hewkii had said. (Stray no more)
"Her! Cider!" (Stray no more)
Hewkii nodded. Sky gulped. He was to take Miss. Hahli to Le-Koro with him.
Kai, Tamaru and Amaya followed Hahli and Kongu into the Save-a-Soul-Mission. The trio sighed and set their instuments down. Kongu followed, setting his drum down. He looked at the cardboard sign on the wood desk. It read, "There is no peace unto the wicked.— Proverbs 23, 9."
Hahli set her tambourine next to the sign.
"Someday, I'm going to take a pick-axe and rip Broadway from end to end." she huffed, sitting down at one of the few school desks in the main room, and shuffled with a pile of papers.
"They do that every day." Kongu muttered, picking up a news paper in an armchair next to a bookself, sat down and began to read. Sky peered through the window quickly and went to the door, opening it.
"Do you take sinners here?" he asked.
"Indeed we do— Hahli?" Kongu said, walking up to the newcomer, then looking back at his friend. Hahli rose and walked over.
"How do you do?" She asked, eyeing him thouroghly but quickly.
"My name is Kongu. Most call me 'Grandfather' Kongu." The Le-Matoran held out his hand.
"Sky." The Ta-Matoran shook the other's hand. Seconds later he put his head into his hands.
"What's wrong?" Hahli asked, placing a friendsly hand on Sky's back.
"My heart is heavy with sin."
"You poor man." Kogu stated.
Sky walked over to the armchair and sat down in it. Hahli followed and stood by his left.
"I have wasted my life in gambling and evil betting. But I have suddenly realized the terrible things betting can lead to to." He glanced at Hahli out of the corner of his eye.
"Kai!" Kongu called. The Ga-Matoran appeared in a doorway that led to another room. "Cofee" She nodded and headed off to get the energy boosting drink.
"Didn't I see you a little while ago on Broadway?" Hahli asked suspiciously.
"Possibly." Sky sighed. "I have been wandering around, trying to get up the courage to come here."
"And you are willing to give up gambling?" she questioned flatly, not believing a word he said.
"Gladly. I would never have become a fambler at all, had not fallen in with evil companions who were always offering me... sucker bets."
Kai entered with two steaming cups of coffee on a tray at that moment. She set them down on the wooden desk. Kongu thanked her quietly as she left. He picked both up and began to walk over to thw two.
"Here, young man." Kongu held out one of the cups to Sky. He took it and had a sip. The Ta-Matoran walked over to the wood desk.
"Thank you. It makes me feel good just to talk to you Matoran."
"You just go right on talking to Sister Hahli, and you'll be alright. I'm glad you found us."
"The Texts say, 'Seek and ye shall find.'"
"Very good!" Kongu laughed. "I wish we could reach more sinners like you. We are out every day, trying."
"Maybe you should try the night time."
"How's that?"
"As a former sinner, I happen to know that the best time to find sinners is between midnight and dawn. You might even try an all-night session against the Shadow."
"A very good suggestion indeed. Thank you, Brother Sky!"
"You're welcome."
Kongu sipped his coffee and began to leave.
"Coffee is so good, I can't understand why it isn't a sin."
"Fine old gentleman. I suppose he sort of— looks after you—?"
"We look after each other." Hahli said, cutting him off.
"Uh-huh. I suppose if either of you goes someplace, the other goes along?"
"Yes, of course."
"Of course."
She pulled out some pamphlets.
"Here are two of our pamphlets I'd like you to read, They will give you a great deal of comfort."
"Thank you." Sky took them from her.
"We're holding a midnight prayer meeting on Thursday, which I'm sure you will wish to attend."
"I'm sure— Miss. Hahli, I hope you will not think I am getting out of line, but I think it is wonderful to see a pretty doll— uh— a nice-looking lady like you— sacrificing herself for the sake of others. Staying here in this place— do you ever go any place else? Travel or something?" She sat down in one of the student desks.
"I would like to go to Africa."
"That is a little far. But there are a lot of wonderful places just a few hours from Metru Nui, by airship. Ever been on an airship?"
"No." Her voice was flat.
"Oh, it's wonderful—"
"Here is another pamphlet that I think you should read." She held out another pamphlet and he took it.
"Thank you— of course I will need a lot of personal help from you. My heart is as black as two feet down a Kivinika's gullet."
"I'll be speaking at the Thursday prayer meeting."
"I need some private lessons. Why don't we have dinner or something?"
"I think not, Mr. Sky."
"Sorry, just blossoming under the warmth of your kindness—" He spotted the sign. "—Hey." He picked it up. "That's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"That's not Proverbs— it's Isaiah."
"It's Proverbs." She crossed her arms.
"Sorry. 'No peace unto the wicked.' Isaiah, chapter 57, verse 22."
Hahli picked up a copy of the Texts and flipped to the page. She slammed it shut and set it down on the desk.
"Isaiah?" Sky asked without turning to her.
"Isaiah."
"There are two things in every hotel room on the island. Sky and the Nuian Texts. I must have read the Good Books ten or twelve times."
She cocked a brow.
"You've read the Texts twelve times?"
"What's wrong with the Texts? Besides in my business the strangest information frequently comes in handy. I once won five G's on a parlay, Shadrach, Mischach, and Abednego."
"Tell me, Mr. Sky, why are you here?"
"I told you, I'm a sinner."
"You're lying."
"Well, lyings a sin— Look, I'm a big sinner. If you get me, it's eight to five the others'll follow. You need sinners, don't you?"
"We're managing."
"Lt's be honest, this mission is laying an egg." Hahli didn't say anything. "Why don't you let me help you? I'll bet I can fill this place with sinners."
"I don't bet."
"I'll make you a proposition." He picked up the sign and a pen, and began writting on the back of it. "When is this big meeting of yours— Thursday? I will guarantee that they will sit and listen to you."
"And what's my end of the bargain?" She watched him with courious eyes.
"Have dinner with me."
"Why would you want to have dinner with me?" she asked, taken aback.
"I'm hungry— Here!" He handed her the cardboard sign. She took it, examining it.
"What's this?"
"Sky's marker for twelve sinners. If you don't think it's good, ask anybody in town. I.-O.-U.— One dozen or so sinners." She looked at him, not knowing what to say. "I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow, for dinner."
"At noon?"
"It'll take us some time to get there."
"To get where?"
"My favorite restaurant."
"Where is that?"
"El Café Cubana, in Le-Koro."
"El Café Cubana? Le-Koro?"
"Where do you want to eat? White Bond?"
"Le-Koro!"
"Why not? The airship gets us there in five hours and back the same night. And the food is great."
"I now realize, Mr. Gambler, when you were describing the blackness of your heart, you didn't do yourself justice."
"And I now realize, Sister Hahli, that no matter how beautiful a Sergeant is, she's still a Sergeant."
Hahli felt her cheeks reddedn, in frustration and in embarassment.
"Please go away." She choaked out.
"Why don't you change your pitch, Sarge— Come to the Mission one and all, except guys. I hate guys!"
"I don't hate anybody!"
"Except me." She glared at him. "I am relieved to know it's just me personally and not all guys in general. It is nice to know that somewhere in the world there's a guy who might apeal to the Sergeant. I wonder what this guy will be like?"
"He will not be a gambler."
"I am no interested in what he will not be— I am interested in what he will be."
"Don't worry, I'll know—"
For I've imagined every bit of him, (She traced a figure of a Matoran in front of her with her pointer finger)
From his strong moral fiber,
To the wisdom in his head, (She tapped Sky on his head)
To the homey aroma of his pipe.
You have wished yourself, the scars dale Gallahad,
The breakfast-eating, Brooks brother's type.
"Yes."
And I shall meet him when the time is ripe.
"You've got it all figured out, huh?"
"I have."
"Including what he smokes. All figured out, huh?"
"All figured out."
I'll know when my love comes along,
I won't take a chance.
For oh, he'll be just what I need.
Not some fly by night Broadway romance. (Trailed her hand through the air)
And you'll know at a glance
By the two pair of pants.
I'll know by the calm steady voice
Those feet on the ground. (She pointed to her feet)
Sky sat in a chair in front of her.
I'll know, as I run into his arms (Hugs herself and shrugs shoulders)
That at last I've come home safe and sound (Holds shrug, then lets it go)
And till then I shall wait
And till then I'll be strong
For I'll know when my love comes along.
Sky rose up and shook his head.
"No, no— no— you're talking about love. You can't dope it like that. What are you picking, a guy or an Ussal?"
"I wouldn't expect a gambler to understand."
"Would you like to hear how a gambler feels about the big heart throb?"
"No!"
"Well, I'll tell you—"
Mine will come as a surprise to me (Jazz hands on both sides of head, palm facing forward
Mine, I leave to chance— and chemistry.
She crossed her arms.
"Chemistry?"
"Yeah chemistry."
Suddenly I'll know, when my love comes along
I'll know, then and there
I'll know, at the sight of her face
How I care, how I care, how I care
And I'll stop and stare (He looked into her eyes, but she turned away)
And I'll know long before we can speak
I'll know in my heart (Puts hand over heart)
I'll know. And I won't ever ask:
"Am I right? Am I wise? Am I smart?"
But I'll stop and I'll stare at that face in the throng
Yes I'll know when my love comes along.
I'll know
(When my love comes along)
He kissed her lips softly. Hahli felt her heartlight beat faster, her mind wasn't allowing her to think properly. Her hand lay limply at her sides. The pretty Ga-Matoran was facinated by this lava eel.
Sky, seeing he had weakened her her forces, pulled her close to him and kissed her again, yet, this time, more passionatly. She submitted, but did not respond. The Ta-Matoran released her. She was entranced by his movements, his voice, him. He watched her, waiting for her responce. She clenched her fist and reached up, her hand open and moving slowly. Sky heard metal hitting metal, and the next thing he knew, his cheek was throbbing. He stood firm letting her know it hadn't harmed him.
"I'll drop by again tomorrow in case you want to take a crack at the other cheek." He turned and left.
Hahli picked up the marker and looked at it. She threw it in the waste basket, disgusted.
I won't take a chance (She stood next to one of the desks, hands on the top)
My love will be just what I need.
Not some fly by night Broadway romance.
And till then I shall wait
And till then I'll be strong
For I'll know when my love come along. (She sat down in her chair and sighed)
Took us long enough... -.-;
Reviews:
kaibasgirlx: :) Yeah, he had the part before we even started. the crap game (craps as it is known here in the US) is a dice game. We're not exactly sure how it's played, but all we know is that one person roles a pair of di and the other players bet on him/her. At least... that's how we think it's played... it will be explained further in the story.