First of all I just gotta say that this is a rough draft and this is just a small bit of the whole story. The rest is rather long and most of it isn't written yet ;) I may post more later but truthfully this story is super important to me and I don't want to post my good copies at the moment.
Oh and a brief background may be needed. Essentially Trillian is the main character and bounty hunter on a desert planet. Technology is advanced in the cities, but the majority of the planet is poor shanty towns, resembling the "old west" on earth. Very space cowboy and influenced by Trigun. The rest of this bit is fairly easy to follow.
"So, this is Scatacap." Trillian thought to herself as she looked at the desert city hub of the planet, Cartouin. "It's been a long time. Haven't been here since it was just me and Benny."
She kept her gaze toward the sky scrapers and hover crafts, than she stole a glance at Meshugga. "I'm not gonna lie, boy. You're going to feel a tiny bit out of place here."
Meshugga snorted and stomped the ground with one hoof. "Yeah, I know you can leave any time you want. No need to be an ass about it." Trillian laughed at her word choice. "Ass! Ha! That was good. It's like I was calling you a donkey, which is probably pretty insulting when you think about it."
Clearly unimpressed, he glared at her. "I guess it's safe to say I'll be walking for the next while?" As if to answer Trill's question, he began trotting ahead.
The two were making their way to the Grand Central Police Station of Scatacap, the windy city of Cartouin.
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Trillian marveled at all the skyscrapers and expensive looking office buildings. After travelling through shanty desert towns for months at a time, cities briefly became a welcome change of scenery. Not only were the sights different, but smells and sounds too. The bustle of traffic was steady and the delicious smell of hot dogs and deep friend food wavered under passerby's noses. Unlike the poor areas of the planet, which usually included broken down buildings and the never ending whistle of the wind. Trillian made her way down the street toward the police station - a relatively important looking structure with many windows.
"Well, boy, if I had any doubts about being noticed they're definitely confirmed now." Hovercrafts and scooters putted along the streets, making a horse stand out like a sore thumb. Meshugga snorted in response.
Trill sighed. "If I had my own ship my life would be a whole lot easier!" Meshugga glared. "Don't give me attitude! You know you'd be welcome on board!"
Meshugga's spirits seemed to lift a little at Trillian's comment. A few minutes later, the duo found themselves at the stairs leading up to the cop shop.
"I'll be right back. Wait here." Trillian left him untied, trusting in the horse's cleverness that he understood what he was told. If he listened was another story all together.
Bursting through the doors, she made her way to the receptionist's desk. It seemed fairly busy inside with cops rushing in opposite directions and the occasional walkie talkie blabbering out questions or answers. Trillian glanced around while waiting her turn in line.
Her breathing quickened and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a familiar face. Not in a good way, but more like oh-shit-I'm-gonna-punch-a-hole-through-the-wall way. She hadn't seen him for around six months but his handsome, dark features were unmistakable. Usually sporting facial hair or it least stubble, he seemed more professional clean shaven, but still just as attractive.
"Goddammit! Don't look over here. Don't look over here..." Trillian thought frantically. "The last thing I want is this arrogant son-of-a-" Too late. His green orbs locked on to hers and there was no longer an escape. There was a fleeting moment of annoyance that seemed to cross his expression, but whatever Trill saw was swiftly replaced with a smirk. Almost unnoticeable. The man was an expert at hiding his emotions. He sauntered over, unfortunately looking delicious in his black suit and skinny tie.
"Trillian!" He exclaimed. "What brings you here? You're not still catching bounties are you? Thought you would've died or something by now." He laughed at his own joke and eagerly waited Trillian's, no doubt, angry retort.
"Speaking of death, I heard you almost couldn't handle your last bounty. Almost dying? Sounds like you're getting a little rusty, Dagmar." She paused for effect, enjoying the moment. Dagmar. Her rival. It felt good calling him out on something. "Especially since I brought in five guys in the amount of time it took you to bring in one! HA!" She added immaturely.
Dag chuckled. "Aww, hun. I don't expect you to know who he is, but his bounty is worth more than all yours combined."
Sneering, Trillian was quick-tongued with her response. "I know who he is. I was offered to take on the job, but it seemed like amateur work." She added her last sentence nonchalantly, clearly being insincere. "Glad you finally caught him, though."
Dag's smile disappeared from his face in a heartbeat. "Still as cheeky as ever."
Oh and a brief background may be needed. Essentially Trillian is the main character and bounty hunter on a desert planet. Technology is advanced in the cities, but the majority of the planet is poor shanty towns, resembling the "old west" on earth. Very space cowboy and influenced by Trigun. The rest of this bit is fairly easy to follow.
"So, this is Scatacap." Trillian thought to herself as she looked at the desert city hub of the planet, Cartouin. "It's been a long time. Haven't been here since it was just me and Benny."
She kept her gaze toward the sky scrapers and hover crafts, than she stole a glance at Meshugga. "I'm not gonna lie, boy. You're going to feel a tiny bit out of place here."
Meshugga snorted and stomped the ground with one hoof. "Yeah, I know you can leave any time you want. No need to be an ass about it." Trillian laughed at her word choice. "Ass! Ha! That was good. It's like I was calling you a donkey, which is probably pretty insulting when you think about it."
Clearly unimpressed, he glared at her. "I guess it's safe to say I'll be walking for the next while?" As if to answer Trill's question, he began trotting ahead.
The two were making their way to the Grand Central Police Station of Scatacap, the windy city of Cartouin.
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Trillian marveled at all the skyscrapers and expensive looking office buildings. After travelling through shanty desert towns for months at a time, cities briefly became a welcome change of scenery. Not only were the sights different, but smells and sounds too. The bustle of traffic was steady and the delicious smell of hot dogs and deep friend food wavered under passerby's noses. Unlike the poor areas of the planet, which usually included broken down buildings and the never ending whistle of the wind. Trillian made her way down the street toward the police station - a relatively important looking structure with many windows.
"Well, boy, if I had any doubts about being noticed they're definitely confirmed now." Hovercrafts and scooters putted along the streets, making a horse stand out like a sore thumb. Meshugga snorted in response.
Trill sighed. "If I had my own ship my life would be a whole lot easier!" Meshugga glared. "Don't give me attitude! You know you'd be welcome on board!"
Meshugga's spirits seemed to lift a little at Trillian's comment. A few minutes later, the duo found themselves at the stairs leading up to the cop shop.
"I'll be right back. Wait here." Trillian left him untied, trusting in the horse's cleverness that he understood what he was told. If he listened was another story all together.
Bursting through the doors, she made her way to the receptionist's desk. It seemed fairly busy inside with cops rushing in opposite directions and the occasional walkie talkie blabbering out questions or answers. Trillian glanced around while waiting her turn in line.
Her breathing quickened and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a familiar face. Not in a good way, but more like oh-shit-I'm-gonna-punch-a-hole-through-the-wall way. She hadn't seen him for around six months but his handsome, dark features were unmistakable. Usually sporting facial hair or it least stubble, he seemed more professional clean shaven, but still just as attractive.
"Goddammit! Don't look over here. Don't look over here..." Trillian thought frantically. "The last thing I want is this arrogant son-of-a-" Too late. His green orbs locked on to hers and there was no longer an escape. There was a fleeting moment of annoyance that seemed to cross his expression, but whatever Trill saw was swiftly replaced with a smirk. Almost unnoticeable. The man was an expert at hiding his emotions. He sauntered over, unfortunately looking delicious in his black suit and skinny tie.
"Trillian!" He exclaimed. "What brings you here? You're not still catching bounties are you? Thought you would've died or something by now." He laughed at his own joke and eagerly waited Trillian's, no doubt, angry retort.
"Speaking of death, I heard you almost couldn't handle your last bounty. Almost dying? Sounds like you're getting a little rusty, Dagmar." She paused for effect, enjoying the moment. Dagmar. Her rival. It felt good calling him out on something. "Especially since I brought in five guys in the amount of time it took you to bring in one! HA!" She added immaturely.
Dag chuckled. "Aww, hun. I don't expect you to know who he is, but his bounty is worth more than all yours combined."
Sneering, Trillian was quick-tongued with her response. "I know who he is. I was offered to take on the job, but it seemed like amateur work." She added her last sentence nonchalantly, clearly being insincere. "Glad you finally caught him, though."
Dag's smile disappeared from his face in a heartbeat. "Still as cheeky as ever."
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