On Tue, 7 May 2002 01:03:42 -0400 (EDT) Frederick Herriot <fherriot@yahoo.com> wrote:
Nari spins around, stumbling out of her sleeves, to see two very
young girls now holding her jacket between them. The rather
over-dressed {on : one} with the platinum hair then reaches in to draw out
Nari's combat knife. "Oh, dear," she shakes her head. "Nari-chan
shouldn't walk around with something like this! Nari-chan might hurt
someone with it!"
Before the startled Avalonian could reply, Kaho grabs her in a
bear hug. The Staff and the Genesis Wand are out as Hinako and Aria
teleport their sister and Nari away from Tomobiki. {Nothing : Noting} that,
Ataru smiles as he aims the pistol at Iyuu. "REAL doctors don't kill
people!" he coldly states before sending a bolt of energy into the
top of the Niphentaxian's head, then he aims at the other prisoners.
"Get off them!!"
Nabiki stares at her, then looks down. "Does this {got : have} something
to do with you trying to kill yourself on Tuesday night?"
Ranma blinks, then shakes her head, tears brimming in her eyes.
"And now, look what bothers you about me? The fact that your
precious sword got destroyed in that fight with Oyaji on Sunday!
The very sword that coulda KILLED me if Ataru hadn't butted in when
he did." She points to her ear. "And you're bugged by the fact that
I got my ears pierced, for heaven's sake! What the hell's wrong with
you, anyway?! If you're supposed to be my mother, shouldn't you TRY
to understand what I feel?! Shouldn't you try to be at least
SUPPORTIVE of what I'm trying ta do to straighten my life out after
Oyaji WRECKED it so badly?!! What happened to what you said when I
was on Promised Island, tellin' me that because I gotta live with my
curse for the rest of my life, I should do my best ta {adopt : adapt} to it?!
Well, here it is!" she points to her ears. "I'm {adopting : adapting} to my
curse!"
So when does she start painting sad clowns on velvet?
Nabiki is now on her bed, {dressed : undressed} down to bra and panties.
She has her face tucked between her legs, her arms wrapped around
them with her hands flopped atop her feet. Her clothes are tossed
on a chair by the television. Her cell-phone lies atop her overnight
bag, that now on the floor by the work table. On the bed stand and
scattered on the floor by the bed are a dozen peel-top plastic cups,
all empty. Seeing the markings on them, Yotsuba grimaces; the cups
once contained a brand of sake that one could normally obtain from
a vending machine. One of them just happened to be located in the
hotel lobby. And given her looks, it would be easy for most hotel
workers to assume Nabiki was of legal age. No doubt, the middle
Tendou daughter had drank herself into a semi-conscious stupor.