Post by Scotty Rave on Apr 11, 2006 16:41:58 GMT -5
SHIN STRIKES
Based on Drawn Together©
Written by
Scott D. Harris
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Chapter One
In the Drawn Together House, things were surprisingly quiet. Toot was sitting at the table in the kitchen yet she was not touching any food. Ling-Ling padded into the room and looked at the femme noir with a raised eyebrow.
<Why hog woman not eating?> he asked. Toot did not even look at him. Ling-Ling rolled his beady eyes and grabbed something from the fridge before scampering away. Toot stared up at the ceiling sadly – she was miserable, because a harsh realisation had dawned on her. She had made advances on many men in the past, and nobody took advantage. Toot was starting to see how they felt about her – she was a creature who could not have that kind of love. In her depression, she took out her straight razor, lifted her dress and cut a new line across her thigh.
Xandir stepped in just in time to see the self-infliction take place. With a concerned face, the homosexual warrior took a seat beside her.
“What’s wrong, Toot?” he asked. Toot looked at him as if she was about to cry. A moment later, she did. She buried her head in his chest, bawling loudly. Xandir hugged her comfortingly.
“Xandir,” Toot wept, “why do people hate me?”
“Oh pshaw!” Xandir scoffed. “People don’t hate you, sweetie!”
~~~
Confessional: Xandir
I couldn’t understand it. I mean, Toot’s a little odd sometimes but she just seemed so sad! Oh it’s just terrible. I kept telling myself she’d be okay though.
~~~
Meanwhile, across the ocean, several men were hunting another one. The hunters were wearing grey or brown pinstripe suits and carrying handguns. Their prey wore a blue pinstripe, a red tie, a white coat and a white fedora hat. He was holding two handguns close to his chest. The prey was Shin Zaiba. Half British, half Japanese, he was a legend among the London mob. Good with a gun, a great marksman, able to think on his feet and wise enough to not get piss-eyed drunk every night, Shin was dangerous. His own crowd had been searching for him all night, but Shin was supposedly at the mercy of a rival mob.
He was surrounded on all sides, so he had to be quick and ruthless. With a sharp intake of breath, Shin jumped out from behind a pile of crates and his twin guns spat fiery fury. The mobsters screamed and shouted as they went down. Shin landed and took a short second to catch his breath. More of those goons were racing towards the warehouse at that point. There was a ferry on the docks outside, and it would be leaving for America in a few minutes.
Hiding his guns beneath his coat, Shin jumped through an open window and dashed up the gangplank and onto the ferry. He hid down below in the cargo hold and pulled his coat around himself. This would do for now. He would hide out in the States for a while, hopefully get the mob off his back, and then return with extra muscle to get revenge on his enemy – Jerry ‘The Skull,’ Scofield.
Little did he know that the powerful and omnipresent Producers had other plans…
Based on Drawn Together©
Written by
Scott D. Harris
---
Chapter One
In the Drawn Together House, things were surprisingly quiet. Toot was sitting at the table in the kitchen yet she was not touching any food. Ling-Ling padded into the room and looked at the femme noir with a raised eyebrow.
<Why hog woman not eating?> he asked. Toot did not even look at him. Ling-Ling rolled his beady eyes and grabbed something from the fridge before scampering away. Toot stared up at the ceiling sadly – she was miserable, because a harsh realisation had dawned on her. She had made advances on many men in the past, and nobody took advantage. Toot was starting to see how they felt about her – she was a creature who could not have that kind of love. In her depression, she took out her straight razor, lifted her dress and cut a new line across her thigh.
Xandir stepped in just in time to see the self-infliction take place. With a concerned face, the homosexual warrior took a seat beside her.
“What’s wrong, Toot?” he asked. Toot looked at him as if she was about to cry. A moment later, she did. She buried her head in his chest, bawling loudly. Xandir hugged her comfortingly.
“Xandir,” Toot wept, “why do people hate me?”
“Oh pshaw!” Xandir scoffed. “People don’t hate you, sweetie!”
~~~
Confessional: Xandir
I couldn’t understand it. I mean, Toot’s a little odd sometimes but she just seemed so sad! Oh it’s just terrible. I kept telling myself she’d be okay though.
~~~
Meanwhile, across the ocean, several men were hunting another one. The hunters were wearing grey or brown pinstripe suits and carrying handguns. Their prey wore a blue pinstripe, a red tie, a white coat and a white fedora hat. He was holding two handguns close to his chest. The prey was Shin Zaiba. Half British, half Japanese, he was a legend among the London mob. Good with a gun, a great marksman, able to think on his feet and wise enough to not get piss-eyed drunk every night, Shin was dangerous. His own crowd had been searching for him all night, but Shin was supposedly at the mercy of a rival mob.
He was surrounded on all sides, so he had to be quick and ruthless. With a sharp intake of breath, Shin jumped out from behind a pile of crates and his twin guns spat fiery fury. The mobsters screamed and shouted as they went down. Shin landed and took a short second to catch his breath. More of those goons were racing towards the warehouse at that point. There was a ferry on the docks outside, and it would be leaving for America in a few minutes.
Hiding his guns beneath his coat, Shin jumped through an open window and dashed up the gangplank and onto the ferry. He hid down below in the cargo hold and pulled his coat around himself. This would do for now. He would hide out in the States for a while, hopefully get the mob off his back, and then return with extra muscle to get revenge on his enemy – Jerry ‘The Skull,’ Scofield.
Little did he know that the powerful and omnipresent Producers had other plans…
