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 Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:46 pm
I'm not quite sure what I'm gonna be doing here as I don't really do a lot of poems...(I'm not very good at them, you see) So I've decided that I'm going to post whatever writing I feel like (if Tsu-chan and Ro-chan don't mind) and the first thing I'm gonna put up is chapter one of my Batman fanfic. If you don't wanna read it, that's fine. I may have other things up in here too, so it wouldn't hurt to look around every now and then.
By the way, this is for Shell...Squishy to read since I don't think she's read it in my journal yet, and I'd like her to start. During the break, I'll be posting the chapters up here for the twins to read since they seem to be the only one's interested in it.
Thank you, and we will start....
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:57 pm
Chapter One:
“Hey, Maj, I’m gettin’ gone, alright? Call me soon as ya get home.”
“Yeah, no prob.”
“Did you take your pills?”
“Of course.”
Majida Gunter is the pitcher for Gotham City’s Women’s Softball Team. Though her batting skills were poor, at best, her pitching was unsurpassed. She never let any other team get a hit with her throws. Only twice in her whole career did anyone get a hit on Majida. She never used steroids, she only practiced. Majida could often be found at the local gym in Gotham improving her arm strength, speed, and endurance. She wasn’t the fastest runner on the team, but she was darn near close coming in at fourth place in their weekly races before practice.
Majida often found herself working out at the end of the day, though sometimes she didn’t remember arriving there. She always chalked it up to her imagination or lack of sleep. Her favorite piece of equipment was the Cybex 5226: Adv. Chest Press. She had one of her own at home but rarely used it. She enjoyed showing off her “guns” at the gym. Majida had large, muscular arms thanks to that. They were about the size of her instructor’s, a large, muscular man in his mid forty’s named Aaron. She was very proud of them, especially since they chased the boys away. Only real men, she thought, can like a woman with larger muscles than himself and not be intimidated.
Majida stepped out into the light, or what little you could call light in Gotham. It was mid afternoon and the sky was still clouded over. The weatherman said it would be cloudy, and he wasn’t kidding. After studying in the south, even though it was only two years, Majida had gotten used to the bright afternoon sun, and, without it, she felt oddly insecure. It was like someone had taken off her safety harness before she bungee jumped.
Majida tugged at her gym bag to relieve her stiff shoulder of its weight. Waving for a taxi, Majida looked at her large, dark arm. It was one of the two traits she inherited from her mother’s side of the family. She couldn’t remember how many times she was asked if she was Mexican. It annoyed her to no end, but she would always try to remain positive and respond with a “no, I’m half Algerian”. She also had dark hair, but that didn’t bother her so much. When the sun was out, her hair actually shined with a bit of red and blonde and not just dingy old brown. That, thankfully, was all her father. He had family from all over Europe. Odd thing was, no one on either side of her family had freckles, but somehow she was born with them. There weren’t many, just some on her arms, legs and face. They were darker when she was younger, but now as a young woman, her freckles were beginning to shade down into her natural skin tone.
After twenty minutes of waiting, Majida finally stopped a taxi and left for home.
Her house was hard to miss. She called it a house, but it was actually more of a duplex. It was large, yellow and covered in flowers. In Gotham, a house like this was a major head turner. Her fans never ceased to find her. One shot of the house on the television, and no one could forget where Majida Gunter lived.
Majida owned the house, but really only her father lived in it. He was a kind and gentle man in his early fifties and he loved to grow flowers. He had tried countless times to grow vegetables and fruits, but to no avail. When he found he could grow flowers, he was ecstatic. Ezra Gunter was a flower child. With his wife out of the picture, Ezra could be the man he always wanted to be: a loving father. Before, Ezra could not stand to be around the house because of his abusive wife. But after she passed on eight years ago, he was a free man. Ezra even had the motivation to start his own chain of flower shops.
His bedroom was downstairs close to the dining room while Majida’s was upstairs. Majida slept, ate, and sometimes worked out there, but her real home was the diamond.
Ezra heard the taxi pull up from around the corner. As it slowed to a stop in front of the house, Ezra gave his daughter a loving smile. “How was practice, sweetheart?”
“Good. I’ve almost beaten Lisa twice now in our races. And not a single girl could hit my fast ball.” Majida laughed half-heartedly, lifting her gym bag out of the trunk of the taxi with ease. “Sorry I’m late, though. I didn’t mean to stay at the gym for so long.”
“It’s no problem at all, sweetheart. Come on in, supper will be ready in a couple minutes.”
The next day, Majida was off again to practice. Her father waved goodbye and went to watering the flowers. The day came and went quickly, just like the day before and so many days before that.
Every day seemed to run together for Majida until the day of a game when she got to stand in the middle of the diamond. The fans would stand and cheer her on whenever she entered or left. Every strike, cheering would erupt in the stands. In the final inning, the fans would call out to her to win, to strike the batter out, and to end the game in a fantastic win for Gotham. Unfortunitly, these games were only on Monday’s and Friday’s for the Gotham team.
Majida arrived at the gym unknowingly again and began working on improving her thigh muscles a bit on the new equipment the gym had just purchased. Her legs were so strong that she could lift almost two times her own weight.
Majida was spaced out the whole two hours she worked out. She moved from one piece of equipment to another restlessly. For once in the whole four years she pitched for her softball team, Majida left the gym early. She left before any of the other girls had even finished.
The sky was dark again today. Majida’s body was tense. She felt weird. And it wasn’t because she didn’t work up a sweat. Majida stepped up to the crosswalk and waited with a large group of people for the signal to cross.
“Hello, my dear,” A rough sigh of a voice called out to her, “Have you taken your pills today?”
Majida turned around sharply to find the source of the voice. There were no outstanding men or women in the group. No one was paying any more attention to her than they usually did being as she was a tall, muscular softball player, but the voice definately gave her more incentive to get home.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:31 pm
Chapter Two:
The days following went on without a hitch. Friday, the game against the Lady Cougars ended quickly as Majida would not let a single woman get a hit. Monday went about the same way, but this time Majida was mostly a batter. She never got farther than first base on her own, but the other girls on her team hit over ten homeruns that game when the bases were full.
Majida was still a bit rattled by the incident at the crosswalk the week before and had been working out even harder to get rid of the memory. She had been pushing for more and more weight, but her trainer refused to give it to her. He said it made her more likely to sprain something on the field, and Majida didn’t want that.
A team mate of Majida’s saw her odd expression and would always suggest a different way to get her mind off whatever dilemma troubled her. At first she suggested music, then therapy; she even went so far as to suggest anxiety pills. Majida appreciated the concern, but music never did anything for her, therapy was too expensive, and she already had medication, thank you very much.
~*~*~*~
Majida had given up on the weight training for now under the request of her trainer. She decided to go back to the basics and was currently lifting herself up over a tall bar. This was called weighted power straight.
Aaron, the trainer, said, “Hang from the bar with your hands shoulder width apart and your wrists slightly flexed. Forcefully pull your body up behind the bar, and initially allow the hips and spine to extend downward then throw your knees up. As your elbows clear the height of the bar from behind, lean over the bar and flex spin while keeping your knee lifted in front of the bar. When your elbows are above the bar, extend your arms and knees straight, maintaining slight bend in your hip. Lower your body down behind the bar until your arms are straight, and do it again.”
It all sounded easy enough, and Majida had done something similar to it in college. But as Majida lifted herself up and down above and below the bar, her mind was completely lost. No matter how hard she worked out, she couldn’t get the voice out of her head. Majida didn’t even know if she was doing the exercise, she was so zoned out.
“’Ey, calm down, will ya, Majida? You’re always so pissed when you’re exercising. Maybe you need to get outta here early.”
Majida stopped at the top of the bar, looking quite puzzled. “What?” She looked over to the tall trainer and sighed. “Oh…Sorry, Aaron. I was thinking.”
Aaron put his hands firmly on Majida’s waist and carefully stood her on the ground. “You really should go rest today.” He began to walk away, but he turned back around with a smile. “If that’s the face you make when you’re thinkin’, I’d be terrified of you if you were a scholar.”
Majida smiled. Aaron was a great guy. He had already passed forty the summer before, but he still acted like a teenager. Aaron was a jokester, a flirt, a tease, and a jerk. On work time, though, Aaron was always a professional, when he wasn’t around friends anyway.
“I can’t help what I look like when I can’t see myself, Aaron.”
“Then I’ll hold up a mirror while you exercise.”
The two laughed quietly to themselves. They didn’t like disrupting others or causing unnecessary noise.
Aaron began to leave Majida to help other clients while Majida readied herself to begin the weighted power straight again.
“I was serious about leaving early, Majida. And the mirror. Get into the shower too; you stink.”
~*~*~*~
For once the showers were empty. Every time Majida had even thought of using the shower at the gym it was full of women. Even with the separate shower cubicles, Majida still felt uncomfortable around the other women.
Majida just managed to get her clothes off and in one of the small cube-shaped lockers before the door opened to another woman. Majida made her way into one of the cubicles and the woman followed suit. The woman took the cubicle beside Majida and laid her towel over the thin metal wall that separated them.
The small woman looked up at Majida and smiled, ruffling her long, blonde bangs, “Hey, Majida! Didn’t expect to see you in the showers. You never shower at the gym, do you?” She turned on the shower, having it warm up before she stepped in fully.
“No, I usually don’t. Aaron told me to; he’s making me leave early.” Majida returned the smile and started the shower. She remembered just after that that her hair was still up in its messy bun and quickly took it down before wetting her hair. “Speaking of Aaron, how are you and he hanging, Lea? I haven’t seen the two of you together in a while. Not even working out. Did something happen?”
Lea giggled and said, “He knows,” before beginning her routine.
Majida and Lea weren’t the best of friends, but they talked to each other fairly often, especially now that they have someone in common. Lea sometimes seemed to be the complete opposite of Majida. She was petit, barely reaching five foot three where Majida was only two inches over six foot. Lea was also fairly thin. Lea was very fair skinned with shining, golden hair. She was ever man’s dream. Lea also had a mean right hook and was a very fast runner.
The two girls were also very similar. They both liked to exercise, though Majida worked more on weight training and muscle capacity. They both enjoyed walking where ever they went, but the girls lived so far away from the gym, they had to take taxis to get home. Majida and Lea had the same birthdays too; the same year and everything. It was quite odd, but it was only a coincidence.
“Oh, hey, I almost forgot to ask you. Aaron and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with us to a concert. Somehow we won some radio thing and got a free ticket to the concert we already got tickets for.” Lea added, combing the shampoo out of her hair.
“No, thank you. I’m not fond of music.”
“I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not. I really do wish you would come, at least this once.” Lea looked up at Majida pleadingly.
The tall, dark woman almost faltered in her decision, but she knew better. The tiny, boisterous woman always got what she wanted one way or another. But Majida held firm. “I can’t. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Try J.M. She’s been saying she needs something to do.”
Lea laughed and nodded.
Majida wasn’t trying to be rude, and thankfully Lea knew that. Majida was never around music enough when she was younger to really enjoy it now. Hopefully, J.M. didn’t have any plans yet, or Majida would probably still be on the hook.
Majida rinsed herself off and turned off the water. She quickly dried herself off with a towel, got dressed and waved at Lea, but she didn’t see it.
The gym was still pretty full of people when Majida rejoined the land of the sweaty and clothed. The sun was partially out from what Majida could tell from the added brightness of the large room. First time in a long time she had seen something bright in the sky. Gotham was usually very dreary and dark.
Maybe, Majida thought, it was because she finished early that the sun was still out. It hadn’t yet realized she was coming out.
~*~*~*~
Majida walked along the damp sidewalks, stopping every now and then to sign an autograph or two. It had just stopped raining about forty minutes ago, but the sun refused to make itself known. It was only 3:30, and Majida was soaked to the bone.
“Majida! Majida Gunter! Can we ask you some questions?”
Majida was taken from her thoughts with that call. A reporter for the Gotham City News was rushing at her. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was the new street reporter Cathy Wonder.
“Hello,” Majida greeted. “You just missed the downpour.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m soaked, and you’re not.”
Cathy giggled and her cameraman gave the two a pity chuckle.
“Miss Gunter, what brings you to such a glitzy part of Gotham? No offense, but you don’t exactly sport the latest fashions, and that’s really all that’s on this block.” Cathy asked. She quickly moved a lock of deep hazel hair behind her ear before jutting the microphone toward Majida.
“None taken, Mrs. Wonder. To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I’m up here. My house is in the complete opposite direction.”
Cathy gave Majida a strange look. “Aren’t you usually in the gym at this time? Why are you out so early?”
Majida sighed and looked down at the smaller woman, her brows furrowed. “I don’t know. Aaron, my trainer, said I needed to take a break and go home. Apparently, I always look like I’m in a bad –“
Before Majida could finish, a gun shot was heard, and the crowed streets became vacant around the culprit. The man, who looked to be in his late forties, held a gun to a young girl’s head.
Police sirens could be heard quickly approaching the scene. If anyone stepped within the invisible circle around the man and his hostage, he fired off another bullet, making the girl scream. “I am here to talk to the police; not you!” The man cried, letting fly another bullet.
The police arrived and settled off a barrier in front of the already stationed crowd, and they attempted to speak with the man. They tried to negotiate, but to no avail. Any ransom either side tried to make was quickly, if not rudely, shot down by the other party.
“I want $500 million in cash!” The man yelled, pushing the barrel of the gun further into the girl’s temple. The girl began to cry.
“Please calm down! It’ll take a while to get your request approved, if the budget counsel approves it.”
The man fired again, this time toward his audience. Everyone screamed and ducked. Many ran away.
This went on for close to an hour. Majida would have left, but she was so close to the action, the rest of the crowd had bunched up behind her too tight to make her way out. After a while she got bored of the scene and began to play with her pockets.
That was when she realized she left her keys in her gym bag in the locker. She left everything at the gym.
“This is your last chance! Get me the money, or the girl dies!”
The man didn’t seem like the type to do this kind of thing: hold a girl hostage on proposition of murder. It seemed kind of pointless. He looked like a hard-working man. It isn’t as though he couldn’t just work and get money.
Majida lifter her right arm and looked at her watch. 4:27 PM, it flashed. She was about to miss super. Her dad must have called her hundreds of times by now. Majida was usually home by 4:30. Oh man, she thought, I left my cell phone at home.
“Why haven’t you done anything yet? You have the power to stop all of this. All it takes is a little push. Monique would be out of here by now. If only you had her guts…”
Majida turned quickly, almost knocking herself over, along with an older woman beside her. That voice spoke to her again. She looked all around the crowd behind her, which wasn’t a difficult feat as she stood almost a full head taller than most everyone else. Majida slowly turned back around and folded her arms. She felt weird and uncomfortable. Her whole body was tingling.
It was like a dare back in school. If you didn’t do it, you were a coward. But Majida resisted the temptation…
As long as she could.
“Sir?” Majida whispered, tapping on the man’s shoulder she stood next to. “I’m sorry, sir, but could I please borrow a pen from you?”
He turned to her, pushing his rectangular glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he did. He was dressed in a nice suit and held his suitcase close to his chest. “M-Majida Gunter?”
“Yeah, hi.”
“Why do you need my pen?”
“Just because.”
The man dug through his suitcase, then in his pockets. When he finally found it, the man held it out to Majida. She took it gently and examined it before clicking it open. “I must say, Miss Gunter. May I call you Majida? Well, my daughter is a huge fan of yours. She wants to be just like you. Would it be terrible of me to ask you for sign something for my daughter when all this is done?”
Majida held the pen loosely in her left hand. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Great! My daughter has watched every one of your games since you started. She’s planning to join the softball team this year at her school. Her name is –“
A gun shot was heard.
“Shut up! I’m trying to talk here!”
The business man quickly shut his mouth and tightened the grip on his suitcase.
The police and the man went back to yelling at each other.
Majida held the pen above her shoulder, the tip pointing outwards toward the man with the gun. She pulled back and threw the pen over handed like a football. It screeched though the air.
Everyone in the crowd screamed and ducked in case of a gun shot. The pen landed with force through the backside of the man’s knee. He howled in pain, his grip on the girl and the gun loosening. One cop quickly pulled the girl away and some others tackled the man.
~*~*~*~
“I’ll pay for his medical bills.”
“No need. He isn’t pressing charges.”
“Can I at least apologize to him, Lieutenant?”
The old cop chuckled. It wasn’t often you find a hero that was willing to pay the bills. “We’d really rather you not. Besides, it looks like you’ve got some people wanting to talk to you.”
The two stood in the police station doorway looking out at the reporters on the street ahead of them. Majida didn’t mind talking to the press about sports, but this situation would be significantly more uncomfortable.
~*~*~*~
“Majida! Come here, hurry! You’re on the news!” Ezra squeaked happily. “Oh, let me get a tape! I’ve got to record this!”
As Ezra dashed around excitedly, Majida made her way into the living room. She was about to go to bed, but she knew Ezra would not let her rest until they watched the news together. This happened every time Majida was on television.
“We’re here with Majida Gunter, Gotham’s favorite softball player, and hero of the hour. How do you feel, Majida?” Cathy Wonder asked, adjusting her hair and thrusting the microphone in Majida’s face.
“Fine.” Majida answered blankly.
“That was very brave, what you did.”
“It’s not that big a deal.”
Cathy stepped over to the right where the businessman was patiently waiting. “Sir, tell us your feelings on what happened.” One cameraman followed Cathy to the man and another kept filming Majida. On the television, Majida was shown in a small box in the upper left-hand corner of the screen while Cathy and her guest took the rest.
“Well, my name is John McPherson. I work ere the gun was fired. I was waiting for a taxi and when I heard the gunshot, I almost jumped out of my skin. I was terrified. And there was that poor girl. I thought I was going to cry. A little while later, Miss Gunter tapped me on the shoulder and asked for my pen. I was confused, one of the best ball players I’ve seen in a while. And she seems like such a great kid on TV.” The man looked over at Majida fondly, but this whole time, Majida had refused to look away from the camera, a blank look on her face. Cathy Wonder looked quite bored too. She must not have learned just yet that every little thing one does in front of a camera is permanent. Especially on live television. “Anyway, next thing I knew, she’s thrown it at the guy like a football! She got him in the leg, and he let the girl go long enough for the police to arrest him. Majida really was amazing. Oh, and before I forget, could you please sign something for my daughter?”
Majida nodded, and was given a pencil and a blank sheet of paper from the man’s suitcase. She signed it; the man smiled and gently put it in his suitcase.
Cathy stepped up to the two of them and the screen went to full view, Cathy standing to the right of the man and Majida. “Before we cut to the video footage, is there anything you would like to add, Majida?”
The man and reporter looked up to Majida, full of smiles. Majida, however, continued to stare blankly at the camera, her face void of anything remotely near emotion. There was quite a long silence as the two smaller beings stared happily up at her.
The camera man made a motion for Cathy to do something and she shrugged slightly.
“I was aiming for his arm.”
“I think it’s time to go to the clip!”
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:36 am
*happily waits for chapter 3 as I only got to read through 2 at school* ^^
Can't wait sister, dear. [by the way, I'll delete this post if you want to keep it all together, just tell me if you'd like that. biggrin ]
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:59 am
Nah, it's coo', yo. mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 5:42 pm
FOO! o.o You really need to post up the other ones, silly!! I know a certain someone who is waiting for it, dear. xd
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:32 pm
Tinya FOO! o.o You really need to post up the other ones, silly!! I know a certain someone who is waiting for it, dear. xd Heck yes you do!!!!!!! scream I wanna read it. gonk crying *whimpers pathetically* *wants to read* *is currently hooked* *doesn't wanna lose interest* crying
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 9:10 pm
“Hey, Majida. I just wanted to tell you how great you were the other day,” Aaron said, making his way toward her on the weight bench, but he stopped short. “Where’s your spotter?”
Majida lifted the weights over her head once, twice, and a third time, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why? Did you drive off your spotter again? You really need to tone down the weights.” Aaron stepped behind her and took a firm hold on the weights. He had to make sure that if the weights fell, they wouldn’t fall on Majida.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Majida cringed lifting the heavy bar above her head again and again taking in and breathing out short, heavy breaths.
Aaron chuckled, “Yeah, I know.”
Majida continued this exercise for half an hour, adding ten pounds every time someone stopped and told her how brave she was, and how great. By the time Aaron finally forced her into a different exercise, the Majida bench pressed went from eighty pounds to one hundred seventy.
“You really need to stop exercising when you’re stressed. It’s not healthy,” Aaron pointed out, following Majida to the treadmills.
Majida began to walk on one of the treadmills on the far side. Most of them were automatic: press a few buttons and it starts for you, but Majida chose one of the older versions that only went as fast as you did.
Aaron jumped up onto the front frame of the treadmill and crossed his arms. He was quiet and so was Majida. She had already disappeared into her own world, though she probably didn’t realize it. She also had that cruel look on her face. Aaron visibly cringed.
“Who were you talking to the other night? The guy?”
Majida was still gone.
“I saw it on T.V. It wasn’t the guy you got the pen from, but the other guy, the guy before that guy with the pen,” Aaron rambled.
“How many times do you plan on saying guy?”
“Until you talk to me,” Aaron grinned, leaning on the head of the treadmill. “So who was he?”
“Who?”
“Don’t make me say it again.” The two chuckled quietly. Majida sped up to a slow jog. “I’m talking about the guy that you talked to before you spoke to the man in the suit. He was behind you almost the whole time.”
Majida almost fell over. She quickly grabbed hold of the railing and made her way up onto the frame of the treadmill. “Who?!”
Aaron frowned, crossing his arms over his chest again. “I’m not saying it again.”
“He was on T.V. with me? How?”
“Yeah…It’s not like it was difficult. The CGN camera guy was standing right behind you filming the whole thing. Didn’t you watch it last night?”
Majida looked at him like he was crazy, “No, I didn’t. I was tired, so I went to bed. I didn’t watch the film clip.” Majida stared long and hard at Aaron, so many thoughts and questions and emotions racing through her head.
“I’ve got it taped in the break room if you want to see it. Some of the other trainers have been watching it since early this morning. They can’t get enough.”
“Let me see it.”
~*~*~*~
“Anyone who isn’t Majida or myself needs to leave.”
“Oh, come on, Aaron,” One female trainer whined.
There were five trainers in the small break room. They were all pretty muscular and at least slightly attractive. Majida never did understand the laws of attraction. She wasn’t very good in science, though that's not to say she failed the class.
Aaron stopped the old VCR and pressed rewind on the small box. The whirling of the filmstrip could be heard.
“Oh, Aaron! It was just getting to the best part!” Another trainer cried.
“Get over it. It isn’t as though you guys haven’t seen it twenty thousand times by now.” The VCR clicked to a stop.
“Nuh-uh! I’ve only seen it twelve times. This is my thirteenth.”
“Well, thirteen is an unlucky number, Jared. Now everybody scram. Go help some customers.”
The five trainers reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind them.
Aaron sat down on the musty couch in front of the T.V., the VCR remote in hand. “Make yourself at home, Maj.”
“I’m fine standing up.”
“Fine, then I will sit down, because after watching you work out for an hour and a half, I need a rest.” Aaron pressed play on the remote and after a few seconds the television was aglow with the light of Main Street in the bright hues of the afternoon sun.
“Hello, Gotham. This is Cathy Wonder, and we’re here at the grand opening of the new Chanel store here on Main Street. Coco Chanel herself had decided to move to Gotham and head her corporation from right here in the square. Everyone has come to witness this amazing event; even some famous faces. I saw Nessa Price earlier and a few other movie stars such as,” Cathy put her hand to her ear and looked away from the camera for a moment. “Great! New news, everyone! Coco Chanel has just called the station and said she would allow us to interview her tomorrow morning!”
Cathy was about to speak again, but a woman in a headset stopped her and handed her a piece of paper. Cathy quickly read it and furrowed her brows in confusion. She handed the paper back and looked at the camera, a smile back on her face. “Interesting news: Majida Gunter, Gotham’s favorite softball pitcher, has just been sighted a little ways away from our current location. Let’s see if we can’t ask her some questions.”
The camera crew made their way down the large sidewalk. Majida quickly came into view, soaked and somewhat frustrated. Cathy made her way to the dark woman. “Majida! Majida Gunter! Can we ask you some questions?”
“Aaron, I was there; I don’t think I need to see myself answering questions.”
“Alright,” Aaron pressed fast forward and all of the images flew by, voices high pitched and garbled. Majida felt like she was listening to a foreign language.
The man with the gun shot by like the bullets he fired. A short view of the hostage came and went. Then the camera fazed out to its view from the crowd. It saw the cops, the terrified faces in the crowd, Majida and the businessman. Aaron stopped the tape there and pressed play.
“This charade has gone on for an hour and a half. The police and the man have yet to come to a conclusion,” Cathy said into the microphone. “I gotta say this guy really does have a problem if he’s going to waste an hour and a half trying to… Who is that?” Cathy whispered, not realizing her microphone was still on, thinking she had turned it off.
“Who?” Asked the camera man.
“There is a man talking to Majida Gunter. He must be a friend or something.”
A man in a green cap stood just behind Majida. He didn’t see like he was bothering her. He wasn’t touching her either. He whispered something incoherently and rolled up the sleeves of his dark jacket. The man barely turned around and walked off into the crowd. Unfortunately, not enough of his face could be seen by the camera to make a good guess as to who he was.
The cameraman focused on Majida as she looked around her. She looked somewhat confused. The cameraman, thinking she was looking for the man in the green cap, looked around too, but he was nowhere to be seen. Majida and the cameraman went back to the gunman.
For another fifteen minutes, the police and the gunman argued back and forth.
Aaron fast forwarded through most of the banter.
Majida’s arms were crossed when the cameraman focused on the hostage. Her face was flushed and her eyes were red and puffy. She must have just stopped crying. There was a gun shot. The girl screamed and started crying again.
The camera panned out to find that the gunman was glaring right in his direction, “Shut up! I’m trying to talk here!” The gunman quickly went back to his business with the police and the view paned out farther.
A man in a business suit was whispering something to Majida. The cameraman saw the pen and got a close up shot of it.
“I know what’s going to happen now, Aaron. You can stop the tape at any time.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, please.”
Aaron pressed a button on the remote and the television screen went black.
The two friends were silent for some time. Aaron tossed the remote on the night stand beside the couch. He threw his arms over the back of the couch, leaned back and sighed.
Majida sat down on the floor in front of the couch. There was no carpet, only linoleum. It was uncomfortable but cool, and it calmed her down. Majida resisted the urge to lie down. She felt as though she was burning up. Her head hurt, and she was tired.
“I don’t know him.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Majida looked over at him and back into space, “Oh,” She replied. “I think it’s time for my medicine.”
~*~*~*~
“Maj! Hey!”
Turning around, Majida saw Lea making her way toward her. Jennifer, the catcher for their team had just thrown the ball back to Majida. The two of them did this every day just before the team finished softball practice. Majida gave Jennifer a signal to take a short break. The thin, dark-haired girl nodded and went on with her own business.
“Hey, Maj, what are you doing for lunch after practice?” Lea asked, propping herself up on her bat. She still had her helmet on too, but she would take it off in a matter of time.
Majida spun the ball around absentmindedly in the glove, “I was just planning on getting a burger and eating at the gym.”
Lea put her hand on her hip, “Burgers are bad for you. Manny and I were gonna go eat at that new restaurant at the corner of 4th and Bridge. D’you wanna go?”
“Sure. Are we walking?”
“That’s what I was planning on,” Lea said while removing her helmet to wipe the sweat from her forehead. “But Manny will be meeting us there. She has to go pick up her husband’s birthday present.”
Majida could see Jennifer coming back to continue their practice. Majida lifted her arm in a silent ‘hold on.’ “I forgot his birthday was tomorrow. What are they gonna do? We have a game.”
“Manny plans on surprising him at the game. She has some cute little thing she’s gonna do for him just before the first pitch.” Lea smiled up at Majida and put her helmet back on. “Well, I’m gonna let you and Jen finish practicing. Looks like she’s getting impatient. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Majida nodded, and Lea went back to the other girls and practiced her swing.
From an outside view point, one would think they weren’t very close to each other, or that they didn’t care for each other. Majida and Lea were professionals though; they knew how to keep work and relationships separate.
~*~*~*~
Majida and Lea had been walking for little over twenty minutes. The sky was dark, but no chance of rain had been predicted.
A dull pain began to grow in Majida’s abdomen and head. She tried her best not to hunch over in pain.
“You alright, Maj?”
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Excuse me though, for just a minute.” Majida said quickly.
Lea made to follow her, but Majida called out to her, already a good ways ahead, “I think I’ve started my menstrual cycle! I’m just going to find a bathroom!”
Lea stopped in her tracks, her face red and her eyes wide. The other people on the sidewalk starred oddly at her.
“You couldn’t’ have been any more discreet about that, Majida!?” Lea yelled. “Don’t be so blunt!”
~*~*~*~
Majida had finally found a free stall in a bathroom adjacent to an Italian restaurant little more than a block from where she had left Lea. It had only taken Majida a few minutes to get to the restaurant and, as healthy as she was, because of all the energy Majida lost due to her menstrual cycle, she was still breathing heavily.
Majida left the bathroom and started her run back to Lea. When she came into view, Lea was turned with her back facing Majida. It almost looked like she was talking to someone as a man was facing her, his mouth moving slowly and carefully. He looked aggravated though. There was a small crowd gathered around too.
“Lea!” Majida called out to the petite woman.
She quickly turned around, her eyes large and scared. Majida saw a flash of a gun from the man. “Majida!”
The man grabbed Lea from behind and threw her over his shoulder. He ran through a hole in the crowd into the street. He fired off one shot in Majida’s direction.
Majida stood frozen for only a second then raced off after the two. As she flew by, she caught a few words from several people trying to get a hold of the police on their cell phones.
The man barely missed getting hit by a car. Somehow he managed to jump to the side just far enough to where when the car stopped, it was still a safe ways away. Lea screamed just as the car managed to stop and dropped her gym bag. How she had kept a hold of it while being swung around like she was a rag doll was amazing, but Majida had no time to admire Lea’s strength.
Majida slid across the street, grabbed the bag and jumped up onto the hood of the stopped car, her momentum never slowing down.
The man had begun to slow down, but because of the weight of the two gym bag’s Lea’s and her own, Majida wasn’t able to catch up just yet. Lea, noticing this, slammed both of her elbows into his back, causing him to double over backwards. He tried to keep from falling, but to do so he had to drop Lea, which he did with little hesitation.
Lea worked her way to her feet after rolling to a stop and smiled, just now starting to tear up from fright. She turned just in time to see Majida coming up to her extremely fast. “Majida! I’m alright!”
Majida raced by her, a sick grin plastered on her face. She dropped the bags not far from where Lea stood.
The man was only a little ways ahead. He turned only briefly to see Majida closing in on him. A frantic yelp escaped his lips as he turned into an alleyway. He was cornered; there was no exit to another street.
Majida barreled into the alleyway and took a hard left jab at the man’s head. He ducked just in time, but the brick wall shattered around Majida’s fist. The man screamed again and tried to escape to the street the way they had come.
Majida cackled loudly, grabbing him by the wrist. She flung him against the wall and threw her fist into his chest.
The man’s breath immediately escaped him. He gasped for air, but Majida refused to allow him to breathe. She punched him in the face, the blood of her left hand mixing with the drops that flew from his mouth and nose.
Majida felt the bone of his face collapse around his right eye. Blood ran from his eye, nose and mouth, but Majida didn’t stop. She thrust her knee into his side, she kicked him, she punched him.
When Lea finally found the two, Majida was on the verge of breaking the man’s back. Lea froze. The grotesque grin deforming Majida’s face was absolutely soul crushing. She never saw a face like that from Majida before; she had barely even seen her smile.
Majida was just lifting the man in the air, ready to drop him on her propped leg.
Lea threw herself at the large, strong woman, hoping to knock her down. No luck, however. Lea only managed to surprise Majida enough for her to drop the bloody thing that had once looked like a man.
Sirens wailed in the near distance. The two friends were quiet.
Majida was still crouched down on one knee, her head held up to the sky. Lea watched Majida for a moment. The police sirens blared, slowly getting closer.
The dark skinned woman dropped her head down toward Lea. Her eyes were glazed over and void of thought.
Lea didn’t know what to do. The man that had threatened her was lying in a bloody heap, and Majida was the cause of it all. “M-Majida-–“ She started, taking a few steps back from the dark woman. She ran a hand through her long, sweat-covered bangs. “Majida?”
The light immediately came back to Majida’s eyes. She looked up at Lea, saw her worried expression and screamed.
“Oh my gosh, that hurt!” Majida yelled, holding her left hand close to her chest. She grimaced and grunted in pain, cradling her bloody hand.
Lea laughed, her eyes watering. “Thank goodness you’re you again.”
It was only in that moment, aside from the sirens, that the two girls heard Majida’s watch beeping. Lea looked at her watch in confusion, then back up at Majida, her eyes wide. “You were supposed to take your medicine forty three minutes ago...”
And there's chapter three!
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Tsume Rokaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 3:52 am
OwO *likes this chapter* Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances* *is satisfied......for a little while* ^^
Much thanks, Foo! heart
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 2:32 pm
My pleasure! Glad you like it! ^__^ *huggles*
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Tsume Rokaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:46 pm
RAWR!!!!!!!!!! *grabby hands for more stuffs* *whimpers pathetically* gonk
I knows you has more written.....just not typed up....*whimpers more*
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 2:53 pm
NO I DON'T!!!!
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...maybe I do...
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Tsume Rokaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:06 pm
Roz-teck NO I DON'T!!!! ... >.> <.< ...maybe I do... You Do....unless the story you've thought of that's on chapter 5 or something like that is the Darkness or gargoyle story....>.> I don't think it is though...so it must be this one....
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 4:50 pm
>.>
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I don't know what you're talking about...I have amnesia...
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:17 pm
I thought of this one day in class. I don't know why; I guess I was just in that kind of mood. But yeah, it's supposed to be like one of those cheesy musicals set in modern-day life. I enjoyed the heck out of writing this, and I hope you will too until I finish typing up chapter 4. ^_^
Preacher: I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
[Man and Woman kiss]
Friend: Are you seriously watching them with that kind of look on your face? [MC has despairingly depressed look on her face; turns and faces Friend] What if one of their family members see you and told them? That’d make it really awkward for everybody.
MC: I know, but now they’re together forever. I don’t have a chance.
Friend: Then get over it. Find yourself a man. If you didn’t end up with him that means your perfect match is still out there.
MC: [not listening; back to watching Man] She’ll never know him as well as I do. She won’t know what helps him sleep or what his favorite food is when he’s sick, or that he only wants to hear himself talk. She’ll be a blabber-mouth and take over the conversation.
In twenty-five years, she’ll dominate
Be loved by all, but not by him.
In twenty-five years, he’ll be sad
And I’ll be gone.
In twenty-five years, I’ll love him more,
Than you or whore [Friend: I hope you mean ‘her’.]
I’ll be lovely and priceless
And one of a kind.
In twenty-five years, he’ll sit down
And sigh.
In twenty-five years, he’ll wish
That she were I.
Friend: What in God’s name are you talking about?
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