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Wammy's House: Chapter One |
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RULEZ OF TEH GRAETNESS!!!
1. Use OOC: to designate non-writing posts and IC: to designate writing.
2. Use "quotes" for character speech and italics for character thoughts.
3. Major events will be initiated by me, or someone else we agree upon.
4. No swearing. Having things like: '"Son-of-a--" *trips*' is fine, though.
5. No r-rated violence/romance.
6. No godmoding/omnipotent characters.
7. If someone else does not post for a while, tell everyone else so that we can PM the person until (s)he notices that her inbox is getting full and wonders why.
8. Don't. Be. Stupid. L is not a closet hentai freak, and so on. And Matt and Mello aren't gay. We're all, like, nine in this fic, so dun be making out and stuff either.
I think this is the real chapter one because the other chapter one is basically the introduction. Tell me if you disagree.
Okay, I have a list of random events to happen in this chapter.
Setting: Everyone is in a hotel where they meet up to go to Wammy's. Somewhere in the lobby or breakfast place or something.
1: Plague must trip on something. ((lol)) <-- Vivi tripped as well, lol. Maybe everyone should find a way to trip?
2: Raphael must protest being left behind and be allowed to come along.
3: Ori must "Fangirl squeal" about the limo they're in and explain exactly how everything works and whatever.
4: Ninja must sing quietly, and everyone else stops talking to listen.
5: They must arrive at Wammy's House and be assigned rooms. ((That's a given.))
And someone in between those people meet other people and such. We know the drill, so let's get started! GO GAIA!! *dances*
If you disagree, tell me and I'll change it.
^_^ OUR BELOVED MUSIC-CHAN IS THE OPENING! YAY!!
The taxicab smelled of cats and unwashed laundry. Christine had no problem telling exactly that to the unshaven driver. The ride to the airport was a long and rather uncomfortable one.
“Thank you very much for the ride, sir!” Rachel said loudly, urging Christine to do the same.
“Thank you, sir.” Christine said half-heartedly. “Don’t pay him, Rachel!” She hissed, as the nurse handed the driver a few bills. The cabbie snatched his money slammed the door in her face.
“Christine!” Rachel scolded, “You can’t be rude to people like that!”
“Of course not. I’m sorry, Rachel.” Christine said, hanging her head and looking the picture of contrition. She wasn’t sorry; not really. She was sorry that the cabbie had slammed the door on Rachel, but she was not sorry for what she had said.
Rachel smiled, “C’mon, Chris, let’s go. How about you take the violin?”
Christine eagerly held out her hands for the instrument, tucking it carefully under her arm. “We can’t miss my flight!” She said, smiling at Rachel.
Rachel smiled back, put a hand on Christine’s shoulder, and guided her through the revolving doors of the airport.
The roof of the airport was an enormous window, made of hundreds of panes of glass. Christine stared at it as she passed underneath, feeling the sunlight wash over her. Miles above her head, a jet flew low, preparing to land. She marveled at the architecture, judging how they must have tempered and set the glass so it would hold up against the noise and vibrations of the planes overhead.
“C’mon, honey,” Rachel said, “We’ve still got to meet Mr. Whammy.”
“Why can’t I just ride the plane alone?” Christine asked, finally showing the apprehension she’d been keeping back since she’d been invited to Whammy’s House.
“You know I’m not gonna let you do that, Chris.”
“And I guess you have to go back to the hospital after this,” Christine sighed.
“Yeah.” Rachel said. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s better for you to be at the House than to be at the hospital. You can be happy there.”
Christine looked away. She couldn’t deny that the House would be better for her. She would finally be with children more like herself. But would she really be happy? That remained to be seen.
Rachel spied an older man sitting serenely in the waiting area, hands folded in his lap. He spotted Rachel and smiled.
“Oh, here he is.” She said, as the man stood up and began strolling over to them. “Let’s be polite, okay.”
“Of course, Rachel.” Christine said. She meant it.
“Chris, how about you go over and put your stuff on the luggage belt?” Rachel said, wanting a few private words with Mr. Wammy.
“Do I have to give them my music?”
“No, just your violin and you bag. Hurry up, hun.”
Christine shuffled off, reluctant to give up her violin to the care of airport personnel.
“You must be Rachel.” Mr. Whammy said politely, holding out a hand.
Rachel shook it. She suddenly felt very conscious of her scrubs, which clashed sharply with Mr. Wammy’s crisp suit.
“That’s me!” She said brightly.
“Don’t be nervous,” Mr. Wammy smiled, his eyes crinkling pleasantly. “Christine is will be just fine.”
“This is…the best thing for her. A girl that smart can’t spend the rest of her life in a hospital…she has to use that intelligence.”
“But something’s bothering you.”
“Yes. I don’t know how she’ll adjust to living with other children and to your staff. She’s had a rough time, what with the things her stepfather did to her…” Rachel broke off, watching Christine closely examining the conveyor belt as it moved. “She’s very shy around new people, especially men.”
“We’ll win her over, don’t worry.” Mr. Wammy said reassuringly.
“I hope so...” Rachel said, smiling in a burned-out sort of way.
Christine returned, her face and hands covered in sooty black smears. She took one look at Mr. Whammy and took a few steps behind Rachel, burying her smudgy face in Rachel’s shirt.
“Christine, this is Mr. Wammy.” Rachel said loudly. “Why don’t you say hi?”
Christine raised her head. “Good morning, Mr. Wammy.” She said in a small voice.
“Good morning to you too, Miss Christine.” He said, smiling gently. “Can’t miss your flight can we?”
Christine shook her head, took a deep breath, and took her face out of Rachel’s back.
“Will you write to me, Rachel?” She asked, eyes to the ground.
“Oh…of course I will, Chris.” Rachel said, tears coming to her eyes. “Go on, now. You can tell me all about this when I write, okay?”
With a small smile, Christine followed Mr. Wammy to their plane terminal. Rachel waved after her, watching the little girl and the old man disappear from sight.
London, October 21,2003
Vivi and Rapheal finally arrive at london after the stomach turning trip. She went and grabbed her things; Her bags of cookies and boxes of ice cream and her folding papers. She smiled, holding them close and walking off the ship.
She tripping at the bottom but saving her sweets. She got a scrape on her chin and bruises up her arms. Rapheal rushed to her and lifted her up, examining the wounds.
"This is why you watch where you are walking!" He scolded. He pulled out a towel and cleaned her off in order to beat back any infection from the unsanitary dock wood.
"Thank you, Neko. At-least I saved my things! I'm sooo happy. I would have been lost without them..."
She almost cried but held back her tears with a large grin, showing off her dimples. Rapheal only smiled at his younger sister and walked, off holding her things for her. When the two of them got off they met up with Roger.
"I'm sorry, but you can not come, sir," Roger said to Rapheal.
Rapheal's eyes widened in shock at Roger. "Are you serious! I came with my sister and I was supposed to come as well! I'm supposed to be at Wammy's house. You can't do this to me!"
Roger looked at the boy and studied him, then went off to the side and talked with Mr. Wammy himself. After a while of yes and no's, Roger came back.
"Al-right you are aloud to come as well," Roger said shaking Rapheal's hand and apologizing for the inconvence. Rapheal thanked him and held onto Vivi's hand.
"So we can go now right, right?!" Vivi said staring at the limo. "Oh my gosh a limo, I've only seen these in pictures but this one takes the cake.... mmmm cake."
Vivi began to drool as she sat down in the back of the limo. Rapheal sighed and wiped her face clear. His little sister could be a bit of a ditz sometimes...
It took a little over thirty minutes to reach the hotel, where they picked up the other 5 children.
YAY FOR VIVI!!
 ThreeBooksInTheFire · Wed Jul 16, 2008 @ 06:24am · 8 Comments |
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