Saturday, July 9, 2005

   umm... no topic really... wait... CHEESE!!! (is gross...)

Hellow there! How are you all doing? Me, okay I guess (wow, this sounds nothing like me, lol) Alrighty then. First thing is first. We all know what happened at London, and if you don't, shame on you! I myself had quite a fright, cause my sis is at England right now and she was at London on the 6th (and I thought Thursday was the sixth) But thank God, she wasn't there and that she's safe! But for those who weren't as fortunate as her, I'd like to take a moment's silence in their honor... *Moments of Silence and Peace* So yeah. I have nothing to say about terrorism, exept that we must not succum to it. Its called "terrorism" for a reason... "terror". These sick people run off and kill the innocent and try to destroy our lives. Everyone knows that if they attack the economy the country will loose more. But instead they frighten our people as they hide from us like roaches, scattering away at the light, but always lurking within us, rotting us to death... Okay, 'nough bout that. My blood pressure should NOT be going up at all. Bad for the health, man... Okay. So the last time I posted I said I wanted to post my story. I need reviews on it... really bad. So yeah. Here is a synopsis... “ The year is 2017. As war and terror continues amongst the World Powers, a new source of power arises. The word: mafia. The world is now seen as a playground for these mischevirous groups. Their new games are contests, where the gangs compete to see who can plunder the most. Not even the Law itself is enough to keep these devils in low profile. Jake Ezpinoza has always been taught to expect the unexpected. Living as a bounty hunter and having records of being associated with the mafia have taught him well. However, in this new game, he needs to teach himself. Before Ezpinoza began to work in favor of the Law, he belonged to the Golden Dragons. However, the group was destroyed, and Jake now lives with Bruno (jake's old workshop teacher who's retired from teaching to join the hunts once again) and Helena (an old childhood friend who has also dedicated her life to bounty hunting)Despite the fact that all three live together, neither Bruno nor Helena understand why Jake left the Dragons, or why the Dragons themselves were destroyed, and he shows no intentions in telling them. He doesn't care. He might not be living the high life, but his is showing to be rather good... That is, untill he recieves a letter from the Dead Dogs, inviting him as leader of the Golden Dragons, to join The Raceway, an international contest against the best mafia groups and gangs around. Jake, Bruno, and Helena must now round up as many members left from the Dragons, as well as a group of freelance workers, to unite and defeat all of the greatest mafias in the world and pass the suspenseful events of The Raceway for three sole purpouses: The Money, The Adventure, and a Revenge for the death of the Dragons. "Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Raceway to Hell!" Also, for those who have noticed that the above synopsys sounded a lot like Cowboy Bebop, lemme tell you this. I actually already had an idea for a story like this long before I watched Cowboy Bebop. You can say that inspirations from Cowboy Bebop helped me fill in the blanks. But the name "Golden Dragons" and the fact that Jake had dropped from a mafia were my original ideas before watching Cowboy Bebop. So yeah, I'm not trying to be a copy. In fact, I think I'll post this on the site so that no one thinks so... But anyways, here's a clippet of the story, where Ezpinoza tries to hire one of the freelance workers. If you want to read the whole part, click here . I didn't put the whole part cause it was too long. But anyways, enjoy... “So, who are we going to get first?” It was sometime around four in the afternoon. Alongside the wall of the entrance to the metro stood the young man, leaning into the shade as an escape from the burning city sun. The street was full of noise, as usual, as people hastily entered and exited through the metro gates. The young man’s companion, who looked somewhere in his late thirties and had been standing in front of him, began to make his way through the gates. He seemed to have ignored the youth’s question and continued playing around with his palm pilot. As the two men made their way through the crowded station, the young man seemed to get more annoyed by his companion’s silence. “Well?” he said, once they stood in line waiting for the subway. “It’s this one…” his companion responded, more to himself than to the young man, as he continued thumbing his pilot. “Oh,” the young man sarcastically said, feeling even more annoyed as he stood watching the subway make its way noisily through the tunnel. They rode the metro in complete silence. It wasn’t until they had reached their stop that the young man attempted to question his companion again. “Well?! Who is it?” “Patience, Jake. For God’s sake!” came the angry reply. Yet his companion did not look up from the pilot. The young man just shrugged back and put his hands into his coat’s pockets, slouching even more than usual as to make it obvious how irritated he felt. They continued walking, out through the station’s gates and across the street. “Ah, here we go…” the older man finally said. “Lemme see., Bruno!” Jake said, looking over his companion’s large shoulders to catch a glimpse at his palm pilot. He could see some type of personal profile, but by the time he was able to see it correctly, Bruno had already scrolled down, hiding the picture. Bruno began to read him out loud the information “ Her name is Eva Marie Rodstone, otherwise known as the Fire Rose. A twenty-six year old female Englishwoman. Height: five-eight, weight: some 130 pounds, eye color: brown, hair color: always changing…” “What’s her specialty?” “She’s a computer expert and a bombing-genius,” Bob responded matter-of-factly. “We get her and we kill two birds with one stone.” “She sounds kind of expensive, don’t you think?” asked Jake. “Not at all, says here she’s cheap in price. She doesn’t require a monthly pay as long as she’s kept satisfied with supplies and missions,” said Bruno as he continued thumbing his pilot. “Is she clean?” “Says she can play nice with teammates. I’ll let you take a look at her history…” Both men got closer to the palm pilot as Bruno scrolled down the profile. “Lets see. She started working with Microsoft in 2010 a while before graduating from York University…” Bruno began.” Fired in 2011 after being found guilty for sharing top secret projects with outsiders. Began working for Mich’s Gangs up until 2013 when the gang was arrested. She managed to escape Mich’s fate by lying and weaseling her way through the courts. By then, she was already known by the black market’s A-lists as an expert at computer hacking and re-programming. Later she was picked up by The Black Fox, where she began experimenting with explosions and became later known as the Fire Rose for her economic, but advanced bombing techniques. Hmmm…”Bruno began to frown. “Says here there were rumors of her being down with old Fox himself, but later dropped out of Mr. Fox’s gang in 2015...” “Was she dropped, or did she get out herself?” “Says here she dropped herself…” “Why would she do that? That year The Black Fox hit gold. He was at his strongest then. No one would leave him.” Jake stated, rather quizzically. “I dunno. But if you ask me, there was probably some drama between her and old Fox’s whores. But anyways. She’s been freelancing ever since, working for whoever needs he skills either at computers or at bombing.” Bruno closed his pilot and put it into his pocket. “You ready to do this?” “You bet I am,” Jake responded, straightening himself up. “Good. Her neighbor said she’d be over here. Lets see if his word is worth as much as he said it was.” They turned at the end of the block. Across the street from where they stood was a cyber café. “Yes! There she is.” Bruno said enthusiastically. “Where?” “There, you bone-head.” Bruno pointed at one of the café’s customers who was seated in front of the building’s giant window. Jake felt disappointed in some way. He had expected to see some beautiful specimen of woman, the kind that are gorgeous, yet have a dangerous feeling to them. Instead, he felt as if he were looking at some wild teen who had just stormed out of a rock concert. Instead of a slimming black dress that Jake loved to imagine every woman in, she had on a pair of maroon pants and a black shirt that read “METAL of 1987”. And instead of the dark long hair he had been most certain she would have, she had reddish-brown hair down to midways between her shoulders and her lower back. But what intrigued him the most was the last three or so inches of her hair, which had been dyed a bright, flame-orangey red color. Bruno could see Jake’s disappointed face. “Not what you were expecting?’ “I should have known better,” responded Jake. “Now, you know what to do?” “Yeah, I have it planned out.” “Okay. Keep your cell on, and buzz me if you need help. I’ll buzz you if anything comes up.” Jake sighted and slouched one last time as if thinking. “Alright. Wish me luck!” he said as he straightened himself once again and began to make his way across the street. So yeah. I hope you guys like it (so far)Again, if you want to read the whole chapter, click on the link above. Okay, I have to go now. I need to visit people's sites. It is the weekend, and most people post at this time. So yeah, you guys have a good one... Love and Peace Hostess ~~Sakura Ryuu

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