Post by Tigerclaw2099 on Oct 14, 2004 9:41:19 GMT -5
I am sitting inside of NEO Campus and typing this as I wait for Rauru to get back. TEE HEE!!
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The insides of one's eyelids are very dark indeed.
"Zzzzz....."
Well, unless the sun is right in front of you, then the insides all red and veiny. Ew.
"Zzzz....ugh...fiv...five more...."
Mornings really are the nicest parts of the day, though. The fresh air, the cool breeze...
"Hey ladies and gents, it's the SOOOOUUUL Mass Transit System!"
....and the electrical fires. damn the electrical fires. All righty then, time for the checklist.
Sheets: check.
Pyjamas: check. damn. More laundry.
Ceiling: In the general up direction, this is favorable.
Alarm clock: Uh...half check. Note to self: stop keeping baseball bat by the side of the bed.
Somehow managing to roll out of bed, despite the tangled jungles of bed sheets coupled with the menagerie of cotton fabricated animal life forms, Seras Hibiki calmly made her way to the bathroom as usual. Suddenly, gasp, an intruder! Wait, no, just that bloody reflection again. damn the reflection. Note to self: Take aggression out on mirror instead of alarm clock. Where's that bat?
After brushing a mere fraction of the molars in the back of her morning-breath laden jaws, our heroine quickly spit the minty substance of her infinite tooth care needs back into the sink. Brushing before breakfast. Brushing before breakfast meant more brushing later. More brushing later meant less time. Less time was baaaad juju. Alright, where'd that kitchen go off to?
Okay, breakfast. Most important meal of the day, yessiree, can't go wrong with a little more breakfast and a little less sleepyheadedness. Note to self: Find out if sleepyheadedness is hyphenated or not. Here we go, breakfast of champions. Yeah...okay...out of that cereal. No problem, no problem at all! What're the champions suddenly changing their diet to? Froot Loops? Awesome. Bring on zee milk!
And such, was a typical morning in the typical household of the not-so-typical-to-everyone-but-herself Seras Hibiki. Lo, and there was a great shining in to her window, and as such eyes were shut once again. And many more Froot Loops went unrecognized, and there was much sadness among the Loop community until they met similar fates. And the circle of digestion, went on...
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Meet Seras Hibiki, incredibly-above-average-student-who-excels-in-everything-and-rules-over-all-she-surveys. Naturally, though her school uniform was not necessarily the most impressive of attires worn by the young people of the world, her impeccable sense of style, combined with her immaculate grace and entrancing good looks, let her pull it off as though she were fashion plate of the year. Which she probably was, only the announcement got lost in the mail. Sure, that had to be it. Stupid mail.
However, what Seras didn't know that morning, or rather, what she did know but didn't want to acknowledge, was that she was not going to be in her own zone at this point in universal time. She was now in a region, uncontrolled by her. A place where someone else controlled the horizontal, where there was little to control of the vertical, and sometimes there was snow! Jingle bells, jingle bells...that's right, Seras was stepping at the very edge of...
The Traffic Zone. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo....
Where's bloody Rod Sealing with a stop sign when you needed him the most? Huh? Where? Stupid Rod, how dare he not be here to acknowledge my power! He shall buuurn in the fiery pits of...eep! Green light! Go-go-go-run-run-run-cross-cross-cross!
Haha! Safe passage! Time to do the victory dance!....or not. Another crosswalk? Already? damn world of transportation revolving around automobiles. damn Henry Ford and that Mitsubishi guy. damn this piece of gum now on my shoe. damn them all. Wait, gum? Ew. Note to self: buy gum-resistant shoes. Or some of that funky no-stick crap they put in pans.
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Well steal my panties and call me tentacle fodder! Taiyo High School! Shining Land of Love and Justice!....or not. Whatever. damn you for not acknowledging my Shining Land of Love and Justice.
Now, what comes first again? Right, math, knew it all along. Just testing. No, really. Me, forget? The absolute epitome of cranial development? Nah....
Alright, why is this class the bloody first one of the day? I can't see half the numbers! Add looks deceptively like multiply, perhaps on some sort of covert op it had gotten shot at and was now rolling on the floor.
That wasn't too bad a song, really. Rollin', rollin', rollin', hyah! Rollin', rollin' rollin, hyah! Note to self: Do not whack boy in front of you with pencil during various 'Hyah!' intervals.
Alright, solve this problem. Dum dee dee, dum dee dee...aha! The answer is sixty-nine! It has to be! Because I say so, dammit! Hey...sixty-nine...heh...wait, no, shouldn't giggle. That's a schoolgirl trait.
......wait, that means I'm allowed. Let the giggling begin!
....Note to self: Do not giggle. It attracts stares. I do not like these stares. And that one guy leering at me. Hey, did he just solve the same problem? He isn't thinking....
....Ew.
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I'm headin' to the YYYY.M.C.A.! No wait it's really Biiiiiology-y....Note to self: mental singing bites.
Holy tadpoles Ace and Gary! Cut open a frog!? No! Never! It's against my religion! Yeah...that's what I'll use. Can't argue with religion, nosiree...Aw hell, the frogs already here. Oh, poor thing...it looks so dead and stiff and...more dead.
...
...
...
...alright, where's me knife, matey? RIBBITING SHINE OF THE MOONLIGHT SLASH!
Wow...that's...a lot of organs you have there, Kermit. Hey, what's this big puffy one right h-
.....Note to self. Do not poke frog guts with knife. Additional note: get a really strong detergent when you do laundry again. Ew.
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LUUUUNCHTIIIIIME! Lunchy lunchy lunchy! Gimme gimme gimme I'm starving!
....Note to self: bring your own lunch.
Ew.
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Who is the girl that will snap a pic of her fellow girl (and get the scoop)? Seras!
Alright, here we are, the main event, the special performance, the end-all-be-all of classes at the Justice loving (but not necessarily Justice High loving) Taiyo. Taiyo Tribune, prepare for print deserving of gold rather than simple paper.
Hot diggity damn! A new assignment! Ooooh I just know I've been given something big! Earth-shattering even! Hell yeah, gonna be hot and huge!
Note to self: do not use the phrase 'hot and huge' ever again. Bad bad mental image of fat people. Ew.
Oh what is it what is it I can barely contain my curiosity? Nail a guy selling test answers?
Discover what that damn cafeteria food is made out of? Note to self: Current theory: Horse. Not one of the normally-edible parts.
Bust up a drug ring?
Arrest a terrorist threatening the U.N.?
Find the hidden base of Shadaloo and turn the leader into my personal...wait that may be going to far.
AUGH! Bloody envelope! Why're these thing so hard to open? Ah-ha, there we go! Pulitzer, you're mine!
......Justice High School Bake-Off?
.......Ew.
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The insides of one's eyelids are very dark indeed.
"Zzzzz....."
Well, unless the sun is right in front of you, then the insides all red and veiny. Ew.
"Zzzz....ugh...fiv...five more...."
Mornings really are the nicest parts of the day, though. The fresh air, the cool breeze...
"Hey ladies and gents, it's the SOOOOUUUL Mass Transit System!"
....and the electrical fires. damn the electrical fires. All righty then, time for the checklist.
Sheets: check.
Pyjamas: check. damn. More laundry.
Ceiling: In the general up direction, this is favorable.
Alarm clock: Uh...half check. Note to self: stop keeping baseball bat by the side of the bed.
Somehow managing to roll out of bed, despite the tangled jungles of bed sheets coupled with the menagerie of cotton fabricated animal life forms, Seras Hibiki calmly made her way to the bathroom as usual. Suddenly, gasp, an intruder! Wait, no, just that bloody reflection again. damn the reflection. Note to self: Take aggression out on mirror instead of alarm clock. Where's that bat?
After brushing a mere fraction of the molars in the back of her morning-breath laden jaws, our heroine quickly spit the minty substance of her infinite tooth care needs back into the sink. Brushing before breakfast. Brushing before breakfast meant more brushing later. More brushing later meant less time. Less time was baaaad juju. Alright, where'd that kitchen go off to?
Okay, breakfast. Most important meal of the day, yessiree, can't go wrong with a little more breakfast and a little less sleepyheadedness. Note to self: Find out if sleepyheadedness is hyphenated or not. Here we go, breakfast of champions. Yeah...okay...out of that cereal. No problem, no problem at all! What're the champions suddenly changing their diet to? Froot Loops? Awesome. Bring on zee milk!
And such, was a typical morning in the typical household of the not-so-typical-to-everyone-but-herself Seras Hibiki. Lo, and there was a great shining in to her window, and as such eyes were shut once again. And many more Froot Loops went unrecognized, and there was much sadness among the Loop community until they met similar fates. And the circle of digestion, went on...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Meet Seras Hibiki, incredibly-above-average-student-who-excels-in-everything-and-rules-over-all-she-surveys. Naturally, though her school uniform was not necessarily the most impressive of attires worn by the young people of the world, her impeccable sense of style, combined with her immaculate grace and entrancing good looks, let her pull it off as though she were fashion plate of the year. Which she probably was, only the announcement got lost in the mail. Sure, that had to be it. Stupid mail.
However, what Seras didn't know that morning, or rather, what she did know but didn't want to acknowledge, was that she was not going to be in her own zone at this point in universal time. She was now in a region, uncontrolled by her. A place where someone else controlled the horizontal, where there was little to control of the vertical, and sometimes there was snow! Jingle bells, jingle bells...that's right, Seras was stepping at the very edge of...
The Traffic Zone. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo....
Where's bloody Rod Sealing with a stop sign when you needed him the most? Huh? Where? Stupid Rod, how dare he not be here to acknowledge my power! He shall buuurn in the fiery pits of...eep! Green light! Go-go-go-run-run-run-cross-cross-cross!
Haha! Safe passage! Time to do the victory dance!....or not. Another crosswalk? Already? damn world of transportation revolving around automobiles. damn Henry Ford and that Mitsubishi guy. damn this piece of gum now on my shoe. damn them all. Wait, gum? Ew. Note to self: buy gum-resistant shoes. Or some of that funky no-stick crap they put in pans.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well steal my panties and call me tentacle fodder! Taiyo High School! Shining Land of Love and Justice!....or not. Whatever. damn you for not acknowledging my Shining Land of Love and Justice.
Now, what comes first again? Right, math, knew it all along. Just testing. No, really. Me, forget? The absolute epitome of cranial development? Nah....
Alright, why is this class the bloody first one of the day? I can't see half the numbers! Add looks deceptively like multiply, perhaps on some sort of covert op it had gotten shot at and was now rolling on the floor.
That wasn't too bad a song, really. Rollin', rollin', rollin', hyah! Rollin', rollin' rollin, hyah! Note to self: Do not whack boy in front of you with pencil during various 'Hyah!' intervals.
Alright, solve this problem. Dum dee dee, dum dee dee...aha! The answer is sixty-nine! It has to be! Because I say so, dammit! Hey...sixty-nine...heh...wait, no, shouldn't giggle. That's a schoolgirl trait.
......wait, that means I'm allowed. Let the giggling begin!
....Note to self: Do not giggle. It attracts stares. I do not like these stares. And that one guy leering at me. Hey, did he just solve the same problem? He isn't thinking....
....Ew.
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I'm headin' to the YYYY.M.C.A.! No wait it's really Biiiiiology-y....Note to self: mental singing bites.
Holy tadpoles Ace and Gary! Cut open a frog!? No! Never! It's against my religion! Yeah...that's what I'll use. Can't argue with religion, nosiree...Aw hell, the frogs already here. Oh, poor thing...it looks so dead and stiff and...more dead.
...
...
...
...alright, where's me knife, matey? RIBBITING SHINE OF THE MOONLIGHT SLASH!
Wow...that's...a lot of organs you have there, Kermit. Hey, what's this big puffy one right h-
.....Note to self. Do not poke frog guts with knife. Additional note: get a really strong detergent when you do laundry again. Ew.
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LUUUUNCHTIIIIIME! Lunchy lunchy lunchy! Gimme gimme gimme I'm starving!
....Note to self: bring your own lunch.
Ew.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Who is the girl that will snap a pic of her fellow girl (and get the scoop)? Seras!
Alright, here we are, the main event, the special performance, the end-all-be-all of classes at the Justice loving (but not necessarily Justice High loving) Taiyo. Taiyo Tribune, prepare for print deserving of gold rather than simple paper.
Hot diggity damn! A new assignment! Ooooh I just know I've been given something big! Earth-shattering even! Hell yeah, gonna be hot and huge!
Note to self: do not use the phrase 'hot and huge' ever again. Bad bad mental image of fat people. Ew.
Oh what is it what is it I can barely contain my curiosity? Nail a guy selling test answers?
Discover what that damn cafeteria food is made out of? Note to self: Current theory: Horse. Not one of the normally-edible parts.
Bust up a drug ring?
Arrest a terrorist threatening the U.N.?
Find the hidden base of Shadaloo and turn the leader into my personal...wait that may be going to far.
AUGH! Bloody envelope! Why're these thing so hard to open? Ah-ha, there we go! Pulitzer, you're mine!
......Justice High School Bake-Off?
.......Ew.
