Okay I'm gonna read this, God HELP but I'm gonna C&C it as well.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi and
all
such rights belong to her. No money is being made from this fic and no such
intent should be inferred.
I still think she's comming to get you for this. realy I do.
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Entry #114
The FBI and AMA cleared Mom of all charges today. She says that they're
starting to focus on the senior staff members, which is probably where all
the money from the scandal was going. As it is, the hospital will be closed
down, and Mom says it's probably for good and she's starting to look for
another job, one that is "good karma this time". She thinks we might have to
move.
Okaaaayy... That's a big change from the last time. It gives Ami's mom a
new reason to disapear now huh?
****
Amy Lynn Angela Anderson sighed as she stepped out of the elevator onto the
seventh floor of the condo building. Here she was, the best student in
school, honors program, played piccolo, harp and drums in the band, and
volunteer at the boys and girls club mentoring young scientists, and her
math
teacher was still giving her only mid-level calculus. Where was the
challenge? Some nonlinear four-dimensional differential equations at least.
Something she could sink her teeth into.
That sounds a lot better than before. This is what I would see Ami trying
to go for.
'Amy Lynn, would you like to help me probe the Universe?' Protons, quarks,
Doctor Knight explaining fusion in...intimate detail while demonstrating how
to probe the universe on the Accelerator...Amy Lynn's mouth began to water
and she felt her knees begin to buckle. The Accelerator...all those qaurks,
and atoms, and protons...oh the protons....
...=_=;...Uh yeah, okay Ami
"Proton and Nuetrons and quarks, Oh my!
"Good news dear, I found a new job, we're moving!"
But we have to change our names. So from now on your name will be Lilly
Furnucle. The witness relocation err I mean Moving people will be by to get
us in an hour, do try to hurry.
*****************
"But why? Mom, you're not even allowed to practice in this state."
"Yes I am." Doctor Anderson handed her daughter a leather wallet. Opening
it,
Amy Lynn found a badge and laminated ID card. "Mom, this is your Air
National
Gaurd Reserve ID." Her mother was medical corpseman seconded to the Gaurd's
Military Police, which was why she also had a badge.
!! Damn Mrs. Anderson! I begining to wonder if she moved down here for the
resons she says she did. Military back ground, Military police affiliation
witch should require training, a scandel involving lots of money at her
hospital...Hmmmm. Isn't it awfully convienient for her to have SUDDENLY
found this job?
"And it means I'm allowed to practice medicine anywhere within the United
States," Doctor Anderson said, almost smugly. "I've been assured that it
will
cover me until the paperwork for my liscense goes through."
Amy made a noise in her throat.
She knew what it meant. "Mom" Amy whined. "I don't want to have to hide
more bodies! My shoulders still hurt from digging that board memebers grave
last time!"
*****************
A mule was grazing on some grass near the front door and regarded them
with curious indifference before returning to grazing.
Someone commented about this last time. Yes you can have Curious
indifference. Anyone who has been around Mules, Holstien cattle, and Basset
hounds over the age of seven can attest to this.
The front door opened and an elderly white-haired man dressed in a white lab
coat and overalls over a plaid work shirt came bustling out, grinning
broadly.
Dr. Emmet L. Brown??
They vanished inside, leaving Amy Lynn on her own.
Aww. I liked her being left to her own devises better. *pouts* It left
room for lemony thoughts. ;)
*****************
"Welcome to the O Sap general store," the girl behind the counter said. Her
voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get you?"
"Something cold," Amy Lynn replied, taking a seat on one of the stools.
"How about a Root-Beer float?"
"Sure."
Actually, were I'm from asking for something cold usually gets you a beer
handed to you, regardless of age.
"Saint Paul, Minnesota," Amy Lynn replied. "We just arrived."
"Arrived? You're moving here?"
"Yes, my mom is a doctor. She's taking over as town doctor when the old one
retires."
Sees her mom outside dragging away poor ole' Authers carcass with an ax
burried in his back. "As a matter of fact I think he just retired."
Bunny was slender and her white shirt and raggedly jean shorts hugged her
generous curves tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over the white
shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had been tied
under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce a
quarter
off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the sound of her
name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the handle of a
machete on her far side. For some reason, Amy Lynn felt an irrational surge
of jealousy that Bunny looked far better then her.
Well at least it doesn't sound like she's a lesbian now.
Molly, on the other hand, was shorter, but more slender. Her shoulders were
narrow and her face freckled. Her shoulder length brown hair parted in a
widow's peak over her forehead and she wore a light blue shirt with the
sleeves cut off and jeans under a starched white apron.
Ami decided that she was much more her type with an evil grin.
Amy Lynn took a sip of the float and smiled. The ice cream and root beer was
cold, and felt good as it slid down her throat.
.....
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Entry #120
We arrived in Juuban Hollow today. It's a really small place with not much
to
do. Molly, who's mom runs the general store and her friend Bunny showed me
around for a while before Bunny got into a screaming fight with one of the
deputies. Molly says they've known each other for years and that Deputy
Shields likes to tease Bunny outrageously. Juuban Hollow looks to be very
qaunit and picturesque. A typical Southern small town.
I lie. This place is horrible. The library's books are out of date-it's not
even really a library, it's a room in the house of this old widow who lends
books out to read.
Worst of all, there's not even any cellular service so my wireless modem
won't work. Which means I have to go through an online service and the only
one in town is...is...USA NetConnect. I'll be laughed off the net when the
abstract physics forum finds out.
Abstract Pysics forum? I like that. The double joke is there really is
a bbs called that. MENSA runs it. I can see Ami being on this too.
I HATE THIS PLACE!
**************
Author's Note.
Ya wanna know what sucks about having OSX and OS9 on the same computer? AOL
for OSX, for some reason, won't copy and paste from Word 5.1, which is an
OS9
application. Which means I have to save the fics as .txt files and then open
said files in AOL. Arrgh.
God grants me my revenge without me having to even do anything. Thank you
Lord!
*Ahem*
No that's Amen.
Thanks go out to Harold Ancell and Myron Kinnison for tips on keeping it
Southern and Special Thanks to Harold for his exhaustive list of ideas for
the Senshi's offensive abilities, backrounds and ideas for their supporting
cast.
The Author also wishes to thank (in no particular order):
Country Music
The FFML for it's support and feedback.
Dektol 76 developer solution, who's fumes are probably at least somewhat
responsible
Root Beer
Jerry Springer (the best collection of inspiration for misfits that I've
ever
seen)
His Jeff Foxworthy CD collection
And most importantly, the porn...Musn't forget to thank the porn...
No musn't neglect the porn!
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
*************
Steve "Komodo" T.
***
Today's Fortune Cookie: (Or: Helping People Out)
*grabs a shotgun* Live free or die!
...
*pumps the shotgun* I said "Live free or die"!
...
*takes aim* I don't think you're living free enough!
-The Fool, Avalon Forum
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