Friday, March 18, 2005

Next Chapters!
Alrighty, this is a bit messed up. I'm cutting chapter three kinda in the middle, cuz that was supposed to be a chapter break anyway. It's not very long today. Tomorrow, I'll post the rest of chapter three and four.

Chapter Two – Perverts and Demon Slayers

Once inside the counseling room, Chrissy, Mitzy, and the patients, whose names were Miroku and Sango, sat down.
“So…” began Chrissy. “Inkblot?” she asked Mitzy. Mitzy nodded and held up a card. “What do each of you see?” she asked.
Sango answered first. “An evil demon.”
Miroku looked surprised. “Really? I think it’s a beautiful woman.”
Sango glared at him. Chrissy and Mitzy shared nervous glances, wondering if they were about to witness a murder. “Um, Inkblot 2!” She said quickly, holding up the second card.
Sango, distracted for the moment, looked at the card. “It’s my brother!” She yelled, snatching the card from Mitzy. Mitzy sweatdropped. “Word association?” she suggested.
Chrissy nodded. “Um, I’ll say a word, and you guys say the first thing that comes to your mind, ok?” Sango nodded, still hugging the inkblot.
“Life,”
“Slaying demons,” said Sango.
“Women,” said Miroku.
“Love?”
“Revenge,” said Sango.
“Women,” said Miroku.
“Hobby?”
“Training,” said Sango.
“Picking up women,” said Miroku.
“Sadness?”
“My brother,” said Sango.
“No women,” said Miroku.
Mitzy and Chrissy looked at each other. “You may return to the waiting room for a break.”

Bonus Chapter – Bloopers and Blunders
(1)
(offscreen, in the waiting room)
(Mitzy and Chrissy walk in)
Chrissy: Heya Flueky. Watcha doing? (glances at the computer)
Mitzy: O.O; Eeep!
Flueky: Hey! Go away!
Chrissy: Geez, how do they get into those positions?
Mitzy: That looks painful…
Flueky: Quit looking over my shoulders!
Chrissy: Ok, ok…I still think those circus contortionists would break some bones…
Mitzy: Yeah…Hey, tell me that camera isn’t recording.

(2)

(Mitzy is driving)
SPLAT!
Chrissy: Do you just hate mailboxes?!
Mitzy: … That…wasn’t a mailbox…
Chrissy: o.o; What was it…?
Mitzy: OMG! It was Darke!
(Darke in 3 ½ in form is plastered on the windshield)
Darke: Ouch…
Mitzy: OMG! We need to get him to the vet!
Chrissy: Vet?! He’s not a pet!
Mitzy: Well, would a doctor be able to treat a chibi Darke?
Chrissy: I don’t know!
(Darke is hanging on to the windshield wiper)
Darke: Not to interrupt, but I’m sliding off the windshield here! (Mitzy is still driving)
Mitzy: Oh, sorry! (slams on brakes)
(Darke fliesssss…)
(Thump.)
Chrissy: o.o; Um, maybe we should just call 911…
Mitzy: I can’t! I don’t know the number!
Chrissy: How can you not know the number? It’s just 9 and 11!
Mitzy: There’s no 11 on this phone!!!
Darke: x.x Owie… Can I have a scotch? Or a Tylenol? Or both?
(a/n: Darke is a friend of mine on theO, in case you didn't know.)

Chapter Three – Alchemic Anger Management

Back in the waiting room, there was a crash of glass as two unidentified men came through the door, quite literally. Both had braids, but that was about as far as the resemblance went. One was relatively tall, with a black cap and a braid that reached to his knees. Chrissy glanced at Mitzy, who was visibly drooling. She gently pushed Mitzy’s jaw back into place. The other, a blonde in a red coat was chasing the first in circles, apparently intending him great bodily injury. Meanwhile, the other patients were watching the spectacle with great interest.
“Geez, chill out! I didn’t mean to insult your itty-bitty ego!” yelled the brown-haired one as he ducked behind the patient with the gun. Mitzy and Chrissy wondered if this was really a very safe hiding place. “Heero, help me out here! And where’s Wufei?”
The man with the gun, Heero apparently, casually aimed the gun at the guy behind him. “You’re late, Duo,” he said coldly, “and Wufei managed to escape. Lucky b******” Heero held Duo’s attacker at bay with one hand, while still keeping Duo at gunpoint.
“Gomenasai! I didn’t mean to be so late!” Duo shouted over the string of curses the braided blonde was shouting. “ Some crazy person’s car was parked across the only three open spots!”
Chrissy looked over at Mitzy sternly, while Mitzy mumbled a barely audible “Oops.”
“Ummmm…We can take the next patient now.” Chrissy called. Mitzy piped up. “In fact, I think we can take the short one there.”
At this, the blonde seemed to lose it. “Do not call me SHORT! My name is Edward Elric! You know, the Fullmetal Alchemist?”
Mitzy and Chrissy looked at each other. “Can’t say we’ve ever heard of you, sorry,” said Mitzy.
“But I think some anger management counseling could do you a world of good,” Chrissy finished.
And so the two psychiatrists dragged him into counseling.

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