Yikes.  Attempting to write Sana is like trying to get into the mind set
of a epinephrine laced, corticosteroid abusing, caffeine for blood, and
speed injected rabid squirrel on fire.  My head hurts.  I need
inspiration.  Here is a small chunk of the story I have laid out so
far.  I just need some guidance on whether this is an appropriate way of
writing the spastic little girl...

All characters are from Kodomoo Omacha (Child's Toy).  They are property
of Miho Obana.

[As of Yet, Unnamed Fic]
by JC

[huge snip.  I'm currently way too embarrased to release the other
parts.  They need...  adjustments.]

*Ruuuuuuumbbbbbbbllllllleeeeeeeee....*

Tsuyoshi vibrated like a jackhammer on steroids.

 "Wwwhhhaaattt'sss ttthhhaaattt?"

The fifty blury images of Sana that floated in front of Tsuyoshi
responded,  "IIIIIIttttttt'sssssss mmmmmyyyyy
Bbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrruuuuuuuuucccccchhhhhhhaaaaaa!    Iiiiii
ttttttthhhhhhiiinnnkkk  Rrrreeeiii iiisss cccaallliiinnnggg uuusss!"

*Woosh*

Tsuyoshi blinked as his hair, the trees, parking meters, pedestrians and
cars in the vincinity swayed in the sudden vacuum left by the overly
energetic girl.  He pushed his glasses back up and squinted at the
rapidly disappearing dot in the distance!

After a few silent moments, he finally regained enough presence of mind
to shout, "Wha...  Hey!  Sana!  Wait up!"

Instantly, Sana was directly beside him.  She grabbed Tsuyoshi's school
bag with an iron grip. She then proceeded to drag the poor boy at a
breakneck pace down the road, leaving a large trail of dust behind.

"Come on Tsuyoshi!  We gotta go!  Go! Go! Go!  Yeah!  Go Sana!  Yay me!
Go Sana go!"

Sana put away the little Babbit Pom Poms as Tosuyuki attempted to get
his breath back.

[more snipping, since the above chunk is the only coherent chunk of the
fic (I sort of threw continuity out of the window for a sec and just
wrote what came to mind for much of the fic... I feel that the rest
really needs tweaking...  I might have more courage tomorrow to release
more...)

--
James Chu
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www.eva-r.com
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a
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clippings to create a tent ...

"And I'll wear my yellow bunny undies" - C-Ko

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