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No... Nononononoo!!
A plot bunny just wormed it's way into my head while I was looking back through my iscribblez!
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Jasmine remembered the young boy that saved her, why would a boy that young be fighting against the military?
The purest white hair, tinged with cool blue. The deepest green eyes, that penetrates your soul.
The young woman had never met such an interesting person before…
CLANK!
Jasmine turned her head behind to see her brother clumsily knocked over another headlamp. Luckily he managed to save it from hitting her ink bottle which in turn would ruin her work.
“Daniel! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!” Jasmine scolded the younger boy. Unkempt black hair and calm blue, he would be a handsome young man. If it’s not for the fact that he keep destroying everything he touch. he got luck as bad as the Thirteenth’s.
“Sorry sister, but the conductor said that we will arrive in 10 minutes and he sent me to tell you.” He replied, looking ashamed at the now broken headlamp.
“Ugh… Fine… Tell him I’ll be ready. If you sees the governor guards, stall them.” She massaged her temples, “God help me if I had to go and have tea with him again.”
“Jazz, you’re the Head Sheriff of Amity, of course he would want to have tea with you. he would want to know all about the events in Amity.”
Jasmine groaned, “Ugh… I don’t mind being a Sheriff,” she paused, a pained expression on her face. She shook her head and turned to her brother, “…but it’s another thing to be there with the damn Governor.”
Jasmine paced… suddenly,
“HE EVEN PUT THE DAMN MEAT IN THE TEA!!!”
The usually pleasant, strong and powerful young woman suddenly kicked a metal bucket right through the window of her office which by the way, is on a train. The bucket flew and hit an unsuspecting cowboy trying to pick up on a few young girl, gaining a nice bump on his head.
Daniel peered outside, muttered a sorry as he saw that it was the Baxter’s eldest son that lay sprawled in the mud unconscious.
“AND HE WILL BE NAGGING ME NON STOP ABOUT THE INVISO-BILL KID!”
The boy winced, but Jazz didn’t notice as she tried her best to count to ten, an exercise that she usually did when she was stressed.
“Phantom, Jazz.”
“How do you know it’s Phantom?” She never told him before.. so how?
“eh… rumors…?”
The young woman stared at him for a moment before sighing.
“Fine… Phantom…” Her brother shuffled his feet nervously. “I know what you’re thinking little brother, but he’s still braking the law. And as Sheriff.. I had to take action, even when I don’t like it.”
“It’s not like he steals or kills people Jazz!”
“I know! But what do you think of those men! They are savages and they will hunt the citizens like how the Cratz treat their dogs! And what do they do..? THEY EATS THEM!”
“But Jazz!”
“NO BUTS!” Jazz slammed her palm on the table, knocking the ink, and smeared all over her shirt.
“Ugh…”
Daniel coughed, “..you got a…”
“I know. Now out, and take me my spare from the crate.” Jasmine pointed to the door, and her brother quickly rushed towards it, but the door didn’t completely close shut.
“You know… he would still like you even if you’re covered with slime.” He smirked from that little gap in the door.
“OUT!”
A chuckle could be heard as the door slammed right before the ink bottle smashed on the metal door.
A plot bunny just wormed it's way into my head while I was looking back through my iscribblez!
---------------
Jasmine remembered the young boy that saved her, why would a boy that young be fighting against the military?
The purest white hair, tinged with cool blue. The deepest green eyes, that penetrates your soul.
The young woman had never met such an interesting person before…
CLANK!
Jasmine turned her head behind to see her brother clumsily knocked over another headlamp. Luckily he managed to save it from hitting her ink bottle which in turn would ruin her work.
“Daniel! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!” Jasmine scolded the younger boy. Unkempt black hair and calm blue, he would be a handsome young man. If it’s not for the fact that he keep destroying everything he touch. he got luck as bad as the Thirteenth’s.
“Sorry sister, but the conductor said that we will arrive in 10 minutes and he sent me to tell you.” He replied, looking ashamed at the now broken headlamp.
“Ugh… Fine… Tell him I’ll be ready. If you sees the governor guards, stall them.” She massaged her temples, “God help me if I had to go and have tea with him again.”
“Jazz, you’re the Head Sheriff of Amity, of course he would want to have tea with you. he would want to know all about the events in Amity.”
Jasmine groaned, “Ugh… I don’t mind being a Sheriff,” she paused, a pained expression on her face. She shook her head and turned to her brother, “…but it’s another thing to be there with the damn Governor.”
Jasmine paced… suddenly,
“HE EVEN PUT THE DAMN MEAT IN THE TEA!!!”
The usually pleasant, strong and powerful young woman suddenly kicked a metal bucket right through the window of her office which by the way, is on a train. The bucket flew and hit an unsuspecting cowboy trying to pick up on a few young girl, gaining a nice bump on his head.
Daniel peered outside, muttered a sorry as he saw that it was the Baxter’s eldest son that lay sprawled in the mud unconscious.
“AND HE WILL BE NAGGING ME NON STOP ABOUT THE INVISO-BILL KID!”
The boy winced, but Jazz didn’t notice as she tried her best to count to ten, an exercise that she usually did when she was stressed.
“Phantom, Jazz.”
“How do you know it’s Phantom?” She never told him before.. so how?
“eh… rumors…?”
The young woman stared at him for a moment before sighing.
“Fine… Phantom…” Her brother shuffled his feet nervously. “I know what you’re thinking little brother, but he’s still braking the law. And as Sheriff.. I had to take action, even when I don’t like it.”
“It’s not like he steals or kills people Jazz!”
“I know! But what do you think of those men! They are savages and they will hunt the citizens like how the Cratz treat their dogs! And what do they do..? THEY EATS THEM!”
“But Jazz!”
“NO BUTS!” Jazz slammed her palm on the table, knocking the ink, and smeared all over her shirt.
“Ugh…”
Daniel coughed, “..you got a…”
“I know. Now out, and take me my spare from the crate.” Jasmine pointed to the door, and her brother quickly rushed towards it, but the door didn’t completely close shut.
“You know… he would still like you even if you’re covered with slime.” He smirked from that little gap in the door.
“OUT!”
A chuckle could be heard as the door slammed right before the ink bottle smashed on the metal door.
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I really can't stop thinking of turning this into a Fanfiction story. I can also tell it has a Zorro feel to it. The main hint was the DP. Think on how Zorro does his Z's. Nice little chat between Danny and Jazz. Kinda of funny. Wonder how Jazz would feel that she trying to arrest her brother the whole time!