Sonichu [Fanfic] A Brighter Shade of Pink. -

[Orthodox Chrischanity]

Okay, kind of nervous. My English isn't that good, but after mulling it over, I went ahead and lifted some stuff from _blank_ and Trickie wrote up an honest and true story that's been bouncing around in my head. I'm in dire need of an editor, to be sure, even if I proofread the hell out of my stuff.

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The Arrival.

It was an exhausting journey from Budapest. There wasn't even enough time to sample the local culture of Amsterdam. It was from one cramped economy seat to the next. Then finally it was a dirty bus ride from Washington DC to Virginia, its destination: CWCville.

It was in fact a dark and stormy night. The bus was empty save the driver, her, and someone passed out near the water closet in the back of the bus. Out of boredom and lack of people to talk to, she fished out a compact from her purse and began fixing her curly, neon-pink hair, a growing fashion statement adopted by eastern European women. After adjusting a ringlet here and there, she looked up and saw that the bus had pulled up to the stop, the driver waiting for her to disembark.

The city looked like a war zone. Sirens could be heard coming from multiple locations. Smoke billowed up from a long way away. There were large pieces of scrap metal littering the place, some impaled in a building here and there. Yet everyone the woman encountered seemed not to take notice.

The driver helped her get her large suitcases out of the storage in the side of the bus. She had brought three rather large cases, as she intended to stay for a few months. The cab driver waiting at the stop helped her pile her luggage into the trunk to take her to the house she'd be occupying.

A police offer was waiting at the door of the house, pacing nervously back and forth on the porch. When the pink-haired woman started walking up the pathway, the officer perked up and addressed her.


“Margherita Jackaras?”


The woman paused, then nodded, “Yes. Is me.”


“We're glad you could make it. We're sorry about your sister. She was involved in a...”


“Hit and run. Yes, I am knowing.”, Rita finished. The police officer, a woman with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail to look professional, wilted at being cut off, but she continued, “Yes. A hit and run. We're investigating this now. She was a respected professor at CWCville University.” The officer held up the key, “Here. I'm sure you're tired after your long journey. We'll be coming by in the morning.”


“Thank you, Miss...?”, Rita inquired.


“Nasty. Officer Nasty.”


Rita had a flat look that betrayed only the slightest hint of irritation, “Yes. Nasty...” Without a further word, Rita snatched the key, unlocked the door, and went inside.

 

[Pikonic]

Dude, your English is better than about half the forumers here. The only part that stands out is when Rita says "I am knowing," when "I know." would be fine.
As you might now I love Sonichu fanfics that take a part of Sonihu and further explain it, and so far this looks interesting. Hope you keep it up.

 

[Orthodox Chrischanity]

Dude, your English is better than about half the forumers here. The only part that stands out is when Rita says "I am knowing," when "I know." would be fine.
As you might now I love Sonichu fanfics that take a part of Sonihu and further explain it, and so far this looks interesting. Hope you keep it up.

I assume Chris got very lazy with proofreading when he wrote the dialog for Rita Jackaras. I'm taking that and running with it.

And I've been enjoying your work. It's one of the reasons I went ahead and started this.

 

[Pikonic]

I assume Chris got very lazy with proofreading when he wrote the dialog for Rita Jackaras. I'm taking that and running with it.

That's right! I forgot she spoke like that. Ok, that's kinda genius now.

 

[Picklechu]

I assume Chris got very lazy with proofreading when he wrote the dialog for Rita Jackaras. I'm taking that and running with it.

And I've been enjoying your work. It's one of the reasons I went ahead and started this.

IIRC, "Rita" was supposed to be a "slow-in-the-mind," so Chris, being a bastion of sensitivity, wrote her dialogue like that in the comic.

 

[Orthodox Chrischanity]

IIRC, "Rita" was supposed to be a "slow-in-the-mind," so Chris, being a bastion of sensitivity, wrote her dialogue like that in the comic.

That may make writing this even more fun. I could go that she's seriously Hungarian. I could go with the idea that Chris thinks anyone that speaks with an accent is slow-in-the-mind. Or she could just be pretending. Stay tuned.

 

[Orthodox Chrischanity]

And the next section.

Spoiler

Rita turned on the foyer lights. A grandfather clock stood right across from the door. Its tic-tocking was the only thing that broke the otherwise eerie silence of walking into a dead woman's house. Coincidentally, as Rita looked up to read the time, the clock struck two. Two AM.

Rita left her luggage by the clock and began exploring the two-story house. She hadn't even bothered to take off her rain soaked cerise trench coat, and thus it dripped everywhere.

The living room was normal enough, even with the gaudy turquoise El Paso style furniture and Navajo blankets hanging on the wall. Rita noted that as always, her sister was very keen on keeping the place dust-free. In comparison, however, the kitchen looked like a throwback from the 1970s. It had a horrible pea green and puke orange checkerboard tiling. The refrigerator and sink also looked like it hearkened to that time period. Apparently, no one saw fit to do any remodeling here.

From there, it was a short trip up ten stairs to get to the second floor. There were three rooms up there, not including the bathroom. One door had a smiling aluminum book sign with the words “Study, Sweet Study”. Despite the journey, Rita still had not felt the weight of fatigue, and thus opted to enter her sister's makeshift office. It was a humble place with ugly green felt carpeting, several Swedish particle board bookshelves, and that silly motivational poster with the cat dangling from a branch with the words “Hang in there!”. In contrast to the cheap décor was a beautiful antique oak desk. It obviously was carefully maintained, and the black leather office chair complimented it well. On the desk was one of those classic desk lamps with the mercury green glass cover.

Turning on the lamp revealed Sarah's old laptop, a dish with various fun-sized chocolate pieces, and a stack of papers. Rita leaned over and picked up the stack of papers and begin flipping through them. She reached in her coat and pulled out her orange-rimmed glasses so that she could read the title of the first page.


Dating Education


Rita carefully put down the stack of papers, taking a deep breath. She then slid a hand inside her coat, pulled out a revolver, spun around, and pointed it at the blue creature that stood there.

 

[YumonStudios]

And the next section.

Spoiler

Rita turned on the foyer lights. A grandfather clock stood right across from the door. Its tic-tocking was the only thing that broke the otherwise eerie silence of walking into a dead woman's house. Coincidentally, as Rita looked up to read the time, the clock struck two. Two AM.

Rita left her luggage by the clock and began exploring the two-story house. She hadn't even bothered to take off her rain soaked cerise trench coat, and thus it dripped everywhere.

The living room was normal enough, even with the gaudy turquoise El Paso style furniture and Navajo blankets hanging on the wall. Rita noted that as always, her sister was very keen on keeping the place dust-free. In comparison, however, the kitchen looked like a throwback from the 1970s. It had a horrible pea green and puke orange checkerboard tiling. The refrigerator and sink also looked like it hearkened to that time period. Apparently, no one saw fit to do any remodeling here.

From there, it was a short trip up ten stairs to get to the second floor. There were three rooms up there, not including the bathroom. One door had a smiling aluminum book sign with the words “Study, Sweet Study”. Despite the journey, Rita still had not felt the weight of fatigue, and thus opted to enter her sister's makeshift office. It was a humble place with ugly green felt carpeting, several Swedish particle board bookshelves, and that silly motivational poster with the cat dangling from a branch with the words “Hang in there!”. In contrast to the cheap décor was a beautiful antique oak desk. It obviously was carefully maintained, and the black leather office chair complimented it well. On the desk was one of those classic desk lamps with the mercury green glass cover.

Turning on the lamp revealed Sarah's old laptop, a dish with various fun-sized chocolate pieces, and a stack of papers. Rita leaned over and picked up the stack of papers and begin flipping through them. She reached in her coat and pulled out her orange-rimmed glasses so that she could read the title of the first page.


Dating Education


Rita carefully put down the stack of papers, taking a deep breath. She then slid a hand inside her coat, pulled out a revolver, spun around, and pointed it at the blue creature that stood there.

Will this be continued?