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platedlizardUh, I guess I haven't updated this journal in about 11 months. Silly me. Oh well, I'll start using it again so the Harry's folks who have LiveJournals can friend me. Because I am lonely for friends. Or something.
Note: This is a story fragment that I wrote when I was in Hawaii for an internship. This is also about as far as I got into it. The writing is better then the story I’m working on at FF.net, and I might go this rout if I ever rewrite my current story. I’m not sure I like Amon being a police officer, or Robin being so depressed (which seems out of place for Maui of all places), but that’s what rewrites are for, aren’t they? Anyways, feel free to coment on it, not that I think anyone reads my journal, but don’t be surprised if I never update it.
Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin is the property of Sunrise, Bandai Entertainment, and now, apparently, the Sci-Fi channel. This story was written purely for my own entertainment, and no money has been or will be made by the production of this story.
***
Living on Maui Time
It could have been a photograph, or perhaps a picture drawn for passing tourists. A young woman sat with her legs drawn up to her chin. It was a weekend, so it was somewhat surprising that she was alone on the beach watching the surf race up the sandy shore to wet her feet. The girl wore a dark blue sarong that primly covered her from ankle to waist, her matching bikini top which showed that she had just barely grown into womanhood. Loose auburn hair clung wetly to her neck from a recent swim.
A wave rolled in and soaked the bottom edge of her sarong, cooling her feet. The young woman let it trickle between her toes as she sat in deep thought, gazing at the horizon. It was odd, she thought, being here on a beach and not seeing any gulls. The ocean sounded lonely without them. For some obscure reason sea gulls did not live in Hawaii. The only birds visible were some tiny waders off in the distance and one lone tropic bird soaring high overhead.
If an observer were able to move closer to the girl he would have been able to see that her green eyes gave lie to her youth. In her eyes could be seen old pain and sorrow, as if the girl had experienced three hundred years worth of the tragedies of human kind, instead of merely sixteen, and not even the sun and ocean could sooth away the pain.
She grieved for those she had never known, for those she had once hunted, for a past life, and friends she had lost along the way. In her mind and in her dreams she could still hear the Witches, their mournful cries pleading and begging her for…something. What, she didn’t know. It hurt to hear them, and only the thousands of miles of ocean surrounding the island seemed to muffle it. Fortunately the few Witches on Maui, or indeed the whole of Hawaii, were relatively happy. There didn’t seem to be any Hunters anywhere in the state.
In the distance a whale spouted while the waves continued to wash the shore under the brilliant sun.
***
Being a police officer wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Amon sighed as he listened to his-partner-the-asshole give the girls at the Native Bird Conservation Center a bad time. It was ten in the evening and someone, one of the neighbors apparently, called in a noise complaint for the Center. Supposedly there was a party here, if so it was the quietest party Amon had ever seen. There were a total of two cars in front of the center, and one lighted window visible from where he stood. No music, shouting, or voices other then the two girls talking to them.
"Look, only five people live here, and we aren’t allowed to make a lot of noise! It’s breeding season and we have a couple of pairs sitting on eggs right now and we don’t want to disturb them, and besides our supervisor lives here too!"
"It’s ten at night, what are you doing here?" Asshole repeated, clearly not listening to the young women. Amon growled under his breath as he watched a long line of cars drive further up the road, probably heading to the real party.
"I just told you! We have an apartment and a cottage here; and here is where most of the staff and all of the interns live. I thought you guys knew that by now, given how often we’ve had to call you out, or have you forgotten the guy-with-the-sawed-off-shotgun incident?" The woman was clearly angry, and Amon really couldn’t blame her. There were times he wanted to shoot his new ‘partner’ himself.
For the hundredth time that day he found himself wishing it were Robin who was here, and not Officer Richard ("Dickhead") Bass. Robin would have listened politely to the girls, glanced around, drawn the obvious conclusion, and left to find the real party. Amon sighed again, being a police officer, let alone a rookie police officer, for a small town in Hawai’i was both boring and frustrating. Boring, because dealing with drunks, washed out roads, runaway livestock, and noise complaints was nowhere near as interesting as hunting Witches; frustrating because he had to enter the force as rookie with ‘no experience’, he’d never had a job before outside of the STN-J and being ‘dead’ prevented him from using that as past work experience on his resume. Fortunately Hawai’i was having a bit of a policing shortage or he wouldn’t have been hired at all.
Amon cleared his throat, "Bass," he said, nodding to the line of cars driving further up the road, "I suspect they’re going to the real party, perhaps we should follow them."
The senior officer gave Amon a glare, but couldn’t find any reason to argue. Without so much as a by-your-leave Bass stalked to the car, got into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut. Amon nodded to the girls, who if anything looked relieved that it was over, and got into the passenger side, resisting the urge to grab the non-existent wheel. Even after six months it still felt strange driving on the wrong side of the road.
As they pulled away from the Center they got a call on the radio about a domestic disturbance between two drunken brothers. Amon snorted, being police officer certainly wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.
***
Robin was soundly asleep on the couch in the living room with the light still on and several books on the coffee table in front of her when Amon entered the apartment they shared later that night.
It was odd; he thought as he paused to watch her sleep for a minute longer, how responsible he felt for her, not only as her partner and warden, but also as her legal guardian. He didn’t think it would have mattered much to him when Nagira had handed him the paperwork, after all it was only a formality to explain why a 25 year old man was living with a minor ten years his junior, but somehow it did. He worried that she didn’t seem to have any friends at school, she never mentioned school life to him, or went on any outings with friends or to any parties. Having never gone to a secondary school himself (SOLOMON having recruited and trained him at a young age) he couldn’t help her with that.
Just one of the many things he couldn’t help her with.
School work was another. Any subject that required her to be able to understand the instructor was difficult for her, and it didn’t help that many of her teachers and fellow students used pidgin. English, predictably, was the worse, but Government, US History, Chemistry, and Social Studies were also bad. Her ESL (English as a Second Language) class didn’t seem to help much. It was frustrating, watching her work hard at her classes, only to fail. He wondered how she could take it.
And then there was her Craft. The growth-spurt that had been triggered by the Methuselah Witch seemed to be continuing. Half the time it seemed like she didn’t even have to think about her powers in order to use them, and that frightened him. So far her Craft seemed to be under control, and she never seemed worried about it, but that just made him all the more cautious.
"Robin, wake up."
The girl murmured something sleepily, slowly opened her eyes, and gave a cat-like stretch. "Amon?" she yawned.
He frowned at her, but decided to save his lecture about hitch-hiking for later. "Go to bed."
She nodded sleepily and pulled herself out of the couch, pausing to stretch once more, her ribs barely visible through her lightly tanned skin. Amon found that he was staring a little too intently at her and forced himself to look away. He sighed as she stumbled off to her bedroom and wondered, not for the first time, just what the hell he was doing.
He worried that she didn’t seem to have any friends at school, she never mentioned school life to him, or went on any outings with friends or to any parties, but having never gone to a secondary school himself, SOLOMON having recruited and trained him at a young age, he couldn’t help her with that.
In other words, like every man from since the beginning of time, Amon found himself completely baffeled by a teenaged girl.
***
A/N: The incident with the asshole police officer, as well as the mentioned incident with the guy with the sawed off shotgun are real incidents at the place I worked (and lived) at. I have changed the name and obscured the location of the Center, although anyone who knows me can probably figure it out. And yeah, I’m one of the girls involved (lets here it for self-insert cameo appearances!)
Note: This is a story fragment that I wrote when I was in Hawaii for an internship. This is also about as far as I got into it. The writing is better then the story I’m working on at FF.net, and I might go this rout if I ever rewrite my current story. I’m not sure I like Amon being a police officer, or Robin being so depressed (which seems out of place for Maui of all places), but that’s what rewrites are for, aren’t they? Anyways, feel free to coment on it, not that I think anyone reads my journal, but don’t be surprised if I never update it.
Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin is the property of Sunrise, Bandai Entertainment, and now, apparently, the Sci-Fi channel. This story was written purely for my own entertainment, and no money has been or will be made by the production of this story.
***
Living on Maui Time
It could have been a photograph, or perhaps a picture drawn for passing tourists. A young woman sat with her legs drawn up to her chin. It was a weekend, so it was somewhat surprising that she was alone on the beach watching the surf race up the sandy shore to wet her feet. The girl wore a dark blue sarong that primly covered her from ankle to waist, her matching bikini top which showed that she had just barely grown into womanhood. Loose auburn hair clung wetly to her neck from a recent swim.
A wave rolled in and soaked the bottom edge of her sarong, cooling her feet. The young woman let it trickle between her toes as she sat in deep thought, gazing at the horizon. It was odd, she thought, being here on a beach and not seeing any gulls. The ocean sounded lonely without them. For some obscure reason sea gulls did not live in Hawaii. The only birds visible were some tiny waders off in the distance and one lone tropic bird soaring high overhead.
If an observer were able to move closer to the girl he would have been able to see that her green eyes gave lie to her youth. In her eyes could be seen old pain and sorrow, as if the girl had experienced three hundred years worth of the tragedies of human kind, instead of merely sixteen, and not even the sun and ocean could sooth away the pain.
She grieved for those she had never known, for those she had once hunted, for a past life, and friends she had lost along the way. In her mind and in her dreams she could still hear the Witches, their mournful cries pleading and begging her for…something. What, she didn’t know. It hurt to hear them, and only the thousands of miles of ocean surrounding the island seemed to muffle it. Fortunately the few Witches on Maui, or indeed the whole of Hawaii, were relatively happy. There didn’t seem to be any Hunters anywhere in the state.
In the distance a whale spouted while the waves continued to wash the shore under the brilliant sun.
***
Being a police officer wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Amon sighed as he listened to his-partner-the-asshole give the girls at the Native Bird Conservation Center a bad time. It was ten in the evening and someone, one of the neighbors apparently, called in a noise complaint for the Center. Supposedly there was a party here, if so it was the quietest party Amon had ever seen. There were a total of two cars in front of the center, and one lighted window visible from where he stood. No music, shouting, or voices other then the two girls talking to them.
"Look, only five people live here, and we aren’t allowed to make a lot of noise! It’s breeding season and we have a couple of pairs sitting on eggs right now and we don’t want to disturb them, and besides our supervisor lives here too!"
"It’s ten at night, what are you doing here?" Asshole repeated, clearly not listening to the young women. Amon growled under his breath as he watched a long line of cars drive further up the road, probably heading to the real party.
"I just told you! We have an apartment and a cottage here; and here is where most of the staff and all of the interns live. I thought you guys knew that by now, given how often we’ve had to call you out, or have you forgotten the guy-with-the-sawed-off-shotgun incident?" The woman was clearly angry, and Amon really couldn’t blame her. There were times he wanted to shoot his new ‘partner’ himself.
For the hundredth time that day he found himself wishing it were Robin who was here, and not Officer Richard ("Dickhead") Bass. Robin would have listened politely to the girls, glanced around, drawn the obvious conclusion, and left to find the real party. Amon sighed again, being a police officer, let alone a rookie police officer, for a small town in Hawai’i was both boring and frustrating. Boring, because dealing with drunks, washed out roads, runaway livestock, and noise complaints was nowhere near as interesting as hunting Witches; frustrating because he had to enter the force as rookie with ‘no experience’, he’d never had a job before outside of the STN-J and being ‘dead’ prevented him from using that as past work experience on his resume. Fortunately Hawai’i was having a bit of a policing shortage or he wouldn’t have been hired at all.
Amon cleared his throat, "Bass," he said, nodding to the line of cars driving further up the road, "I suspect they’re going to the real party, perhaps we should follow them."
The senior officer gave Amon a glare, but couldn’t find any reason to argue. Without so much as a by-your-leave Bass stalked to the car, got into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut. Amon nodded to the girls, who if anything looked relieved that it was over, and got into the passenger side, resisting the urge to grab the non-existent wheel. Even after six months it still felt strange driving on the wrong side of the road.
As they pulled away from the Center they got a call on the radio about a domestic disturbance between two drunken brothers. Amon snorted, being police officer certainly wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.
***
Robin was soundly asleep on the couch in the living room with the light still on and several books on the coffee table in front of her when Amon entered the apartment they shared later that night.
It was odd; he thought as he paused to watch her sleep for a minute longer, how responsible he felt for her, not only as her partner and warden, but also as her legal guardian. He didn’t think it would have mattered much to him when Nagira had handed him the paperwork, after all it was only a formality to explain why a 25 year old man was living with a minor ten years his junior, but somehow it did. He worried that she didn’t seem to have any friends at school, she never mentioned school life to him, or went on any outings with friends or to any parties. Having never gone to a secondary school himself (SOLOMON having recruited and trained him at a young age) he couldn’t help her with that.
Just one of the many things he couldn’t help her with.
School work was another. Any subject that required her to be able to understand the instructor was difficult for her, and it didn’t help that many of her teachers and fellow students used pidgin. English, predictably, was the worse, but Government, US History, Chemistry, and Social Studies were also bad. Her ESL (English as a Second Language) class didn’t seem to help much. It was frustrating, watching her work hard at her classes, only to fail. He wondered how she could take it.
And then there was her Craft. The growth-spurt that had been triggered by the Methuselah Witch seemed to be continuing. Half the time it seemed like she didn’t even have to think about her powers in order to use them, and that frightened him. So far her Craft seemed to be under control, and she never seemed worried about it, but that just made him all the more cautious.
"Robin, wake up."
The girl murmured something sleepily, slowly opened her eyes, and gave a cat-like stretch. "Amon?" she yawned.
He frowned at her, but decided to save his lecture about hitch-hiking for later. "Go to bed."
She nodded sleepily and pulled herself out of the couch, pausing to stretch once more, her ribs barely visible through her lightly tanned skin. Amon found that he was staring a little too intently at her and forced himself to look away. He sighed as she stumbled off to her bedroom and wondered, not for the first time, just what the hell he was doing.
He worried that she didn’t seem to have any friends at school, she never mentioned school life to him, or went on any outings with friends or to any parties, but having never gone to a secondary school himself, SOLOMON having recruited and trained him at a young age, he couldn’t help her with that.
In other words, like every man from since the beginning of time, Amon found himself completely baffeled by a teenaged girl.
***
A/N: The incident with the asshole police officer, as well as the mentioned incident with the guy with the sawed off shotgun are real incidents at the place I worked (and lived) at. I have changed the name and obscured the location of the Center, although anyone who knows me can probably figure it out. And yeah, I’m one of the girls involved (lets here it for self-insert cameo appearances!)
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Date: 2005-01-01 09:04 pm (UTC)For some reason, I really like the idea of Amon and Robin living in Maui. That bit with Amon's new day job made me smile, as well... And the subtle hints of AxR are very nice.
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Date: 2005-01-02 04:24 am (UTC)I'll just have to get a job there again, methinks. Maybe they'll have a run in with Touko? I'm picturing her in Honalulu for some reason...
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Date: 2005-01-02 07:44 am (UTC)