Thread for Suburban US. Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  Suburban US. Galen Marek 12:37am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] AKA "Fanfic prompts based on Suburban US characters lives." Request and I'll try to write about it in time.   Nora Valkyrie 12:39am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] E V E R Y O N E *Hugo is done writing in approximately a year* :P But seriously, military vets Revan and Assassin. Principal Torchwick. Nurse Galen. The Doctor Teaching. Edited 12:51am, April 04, 2014 by Nora Valkyrie, author.   AvP 12:40am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] a day in the life of police chief Hazama OOH OOH! The secret gathering of the twelve british science teachers Edited 1:38am, April 04, 2014 by AvP, author.  Friendly, Neighborhood Cop. The Narrator 12:57am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] The sounds of an old fashioned alarm clock rang in the bedroom and the mass bundle of blankets that made a nest on the bed shifted, as a hand slapped the alarm clock and bleary, narrowed eyes looked at the time. This was the house of Police Chief, Terumi Hazama. Formerly a wild, Internet Troll in his youth. Now a responsible, exemplar to his community as he served and protected. Funny how these things work out, and somewhere in a more canon universe, another Hazama would feel like screaming bloody murder. The truth was actual far more heinous than he would have believed. Police Chief Hazama was as opposite from his canon number as night to day. Police Chief Hazama was a cat person, a he knelt to stroke one of his many cats behind the ears as he crooned. "Good morning, Ragna!" Police Chief Hazama liked his show tunes, as seen from the way he belted out songs straight from Rent as he showered. But the worse part of all? Police Chief Hazama liked his eggs....Scrambled. And somewhere, a squad of Cybermen wouldn't see it coming as Captain Hazama took out his subsequent rage on them for no reason whatsoever. Police Chief Hazama couldn't have known and truly, would not have cared if he was told. He had a job to do! First, there was working as a crosswalk guard for the schoolkids. Sure, he could have put the duty for his most rookie men and women, but really he liked to lead by example. And he absolutely adored their faces. "Good morning Yang! Good morning Ruby! Hello Kyo! Have a nice day, Sheena! You can do it Luffy!" In the afternoon, he spent his time working on the duties that were part and parcel of being Chief. In addition as well as personally taking time to talk to those who were actually arrested. It was a small town, so he knew everyone. "Revan, you shouldn't drink and drive. Just think of what Bastilla would say if she heard you got hurt by accident!" "Miss Azula, I know you have problems at home, but this is not how to solve it. Now I'll let you off for now, but if you ever want to talk, my door is always open." "Miss Elsa, did you really have to clock your neighbor after the fact? I know the first blow was an accident, but really to tell her to let it go wasn't the best of ideas." Not all the talks went as he wanted, but enough to give him hope. His was truly an important task in this town and by evening, he would finish last. Wave hello to the night shift and head to bed where dinner and some time with his cats, he would sleep. Yes, the town of Khazan was certainly all the richer for Police Chief Hazama. Even if his dreams of screaming bloody murder atop a pile of corpses was disturbing.  Wartorn The Narrator 1:30am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] Other than the occasional small talk, this was the only social interaction he had at length of his own free will. And walking down the street, past the science teacher trying desperately to fix his car, Al would walk right into the bar known as "The Traveler." Well lit, quiet and with a bartender behind the wet bar with a face and body guaranteed to get tips like some people had hair. For him, he mainly liked her for who she reminded him off at times...Minus the ditziness that seemed to come and go....On second thought- He noticed she was frowning at him and he knew he had been rude as he sighed. "Apologies Quinn. I'll have my usual please." "I wasn't asking for your order. Indeed, its been months and you've yet to change it anyway. I was...Are you alright?" To that, he merely stared flatly as he spoke. "My usual please." Quinn sighed and shook her head as in the background, her semi-partner, semi-bouncer, semi-handywoman hoisted up Quinn's stalker from his booth and tossed him out. Al not even batting an eye as he remarked casually. "Paxton bothering you again? I could always-" "Thank you Ser Al, but no. Besides, Jenny has it well in hand." "-AN IF I CATCH YOU BACK AROUND 'ERE MATE, WE'LL 'AVE A GO RIGHT AT IT!" "....So it seems." And he sat there...Drinking, trying to forget. Enjoying the slow burn it provided, numbing his experiences and pain. Which was when someone joined him, sitting at the stool next to him as he spoke. "You trying to go for the town drunk, Al?" Finishing his drink, Al would put down his shot glass and clear his throat. "General." Revan scoffed,waving a hand as he spoke. "Retired, at ease, blah-blah-blah.....You know you're not helping yourself, doing this to you." Al was stoic, pointedly taking another sip. "...Its been over a few years now? More? There was nothing you could have done and you saved lives by it. You think those men in your squad aren't happy and whole with what you did?" "......." Another drink. Another ignoring of Revan before finally, the latter spoke sternly. "...Elris would never have-" "-Mention her to me and I'll strike you here and now, sir". Revan sighed out, at his wits end...Pretty much the only thing to cause any strong reaction with the disabled vet was her name...His commanding officer at the time and he suspected, a lot more to him. They were close friends, in operations bearing a synergy he'd seen only in the best. To her, he was her best friend as well as comrade....Al's feelings ran deeper and while it wasn't a topic of discontent...Well, soldiers gossip and one day when something went wrong, Al leaped for a grenade that would have killed his team...Smacking it and being a living shield that took his arm and gave him his new face. Time passed in his coma and when he awoke...His service was honorably ended, and people had moved on. Some stayed more then others and with a sigh, Revan ordered a drink as for what seemed like the hundredth time, he drank with the old soldier. It was the least he could do, as one who understood.  A matter of principle. The Narrator 1:53am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] Roman Torchwick remembered Ozpin. Back in their school days, guzzling coffee like water and utter unaware of Glynda and her less-than-subtle crush. Of course, its not like he was any better with Cinder and re-reading the letter, he spoke aloud. "Well. Looks like Ozpin and Glynda play as hard as they work hard. Turns out he broke his hip on their honeymoon, falling off a waterslide." Cinder looked at him in mild amusement and concern from her work area around their coffee table. Files everywhere as she did taxes. "Is he alright?" Roman waved a hand. "He'll be fine. It'll be worth the teasing when he gets back...And apparently for now, he wants me to fill in as the school principal." Cinder looked worried now as she ventured cautiously. "....Is that even legal?" Roman shook his head. "Not in the slightest I think, he'd just rather someone he trusted and was local filled in for him till further notice." Cinder hesitated before finally getting up as she spoke. "Well, what are you gonna do?" She already knew his answer as he grinned wickedly in response. "Help him out of course...Roman Torchwick never turns down a friend." And putting away his screenplays and scripts he was memorizing for practice he added slyly. "How hard can the role be?"   Luffy 2:10am, April 04, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] Foreign exchange student Greed/Ling 'Pirate'Luffy   Yang Xiao Long 7:02am, April 09, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] The LARP. lol   Yang Xiao Long 7:02am, April 09, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] Well, I don't know HOW I doubleposted but I did. Edited 7:05am, April 09, 2014 by Yang Xiao Long, author.   Raimundo 3:48pm, October 28, 2014 [Edit] [Delete] The LARP was lost in time. Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete