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I got a job working at the fishing docks where it happened. After I secured my job there, I went and got an Australian newspaper that was closest to where I work. After finding it, I looked through it till I found the place where you look for people renting a room. I looked through the whole thing till I found the house that was closest, since I figured it would be a little weird for these guys to see someone flying.
When I reached the house, I went ahead and quickly surveyed it. The whole house was a very faded grey, like it hadn't been painted in years. A couple of the shutters were barely on their hinges, and their porch was missing a couple of steps. The only part of the house that looked the best was a window in the far left corner of the house. That shutter was black and had black curtains closed tightly as though to stop the sun from shining in.
I went ahead and walked up to the door and knocked twice. The door opened to an elderly couple that seemed to be in their late 50s staring at me like they'd never seen a person before. I noticed the old lady was staring at my muscles and when the old man spoke up, he sounded just a little jealous....
....Oh yeah, I didn't mention he had a shotgun in his hand, did I?
"What do you want?" he asked. I showed him their ad, and told them I was interested in renting their room. The old man lowered down his gun, and the old couple beckoned me inside. When I walked through the door, I arched my eyebrow in slight surprise. If you saw the inside of their house, you wouldn't think the outside would be so crappy looking.
I followed them into what I guessed to be the living room, and boy, was it big. They both sat down on a couch and the old man asked me a few questions:
"Are you attracted to older, more mature women?"
"No".
"Are you someone we can depend on to actually pay the rent and take care of this house whenever we may be gone?"
"Yes". His last question was a little odd to me at the time, and here it is:
"What do you think of those younguns that listen to Rock?"
....Um, I like rock myself, so they aren't a problem for me, why?"
They just looked at each other and hollered, "Hillary!" I asked them, "Who is Hillary?"
And the old woman said, "Our granddaughter. Her parents died when she was....six, I think."
Thats when she walked into the room, and her grandma must've meant six as a past tense, because this girl was at least 18, with long black hair that reached right beneath her shoulder, and it was streaked red. She had on a Metallica shirt with no sleeves, a pair of black pants, and even black shoes. I figured her favorite color is black. ;)
She was pale skinned with black lipstick on, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, she walked in and sat next to her grandparents and they explained to her that I wanted to rent the room, and that they didn't care if I did, but they wanted to know what she thought. I was still standing so she looked me up and down, and told me to turn around, so I did.
She asked me if I was a fighter, and I nodded. She smiled slightly and told her grandparents she didn't care if I stayed. Her grandparents looked absolutely thrilled. Hillary stood up and told me to follow her, so I did. We reached a hallway that had two doors in it, one had music blaring from it, so I figured that was her room, and the other one didn't, so I figured that was my room.
She pointed to the door with no noise coming out of it and told me that it was mine. I opened the door and looked around the room as I put my stuff down. It was small, but big enough for me. It was empty except for a matress on the floor, and some posters on the wall. When I turned to her and asked whose those were, she told me they belonged to the last person who stayed here.
When she noticed my expression, she just shrugged and said he died in an underground Australian tournament last year. I asked her,"Who killed him?"
She smiled and simply said, "Me". I looked at her arms and noticed for the first time that they were pretty muscular for a girl her size. We went to her room and she told me about how shes been the Champion of the underground Australian tournament for the past couple of years. She told me anything goes in those fights and she also told me that shes feared and respected by most people.
Then she started asking me personal questions about whether or not I had any friends, and I told her I did. She also asked me if I had anyone waiting for me back home, and I told her no. She seemed to perk up just a tiny bit after hearing this. I went ahead and asked her if she had anyone and she told me shes never gone out with anyone because the guys are all too afraid of her. She told me she has a couple of close friends and that was about it.
She asked me why I'm here in this dinky little town, and when I told her, she merely chuckled and told me good luck. I turned to her clock she had in her room and turned to her and told her I needed to go to work. She just nodded and said "Ok, see you later".
I said the same thing back to her and headed on over to the dock for my first day of work.
When I reached the house, I went ahead and quickly surveyed it. The whole house was a very faded grey, like it hadn't been painted in years. A couple of the shutters were barely on their hinges, and their porch was missing a couple of steps. The only part of the house that looked the best was a window in the far left corner of the house. That shutter was black and had black curtains closed tightly as though to stop the sun from shining in.
I went ahead and walked up to the door and knocked twice. The door opened to an elderly couple that seemed to be in their late 50s staring at me like they'd never seen a person before. I noticed the old lady was staring at my muscles and when the old man spoke up, he sounded just a little jealous....
....Oh yeah, I didn't mention he had a shotgun in his hand, did I?
"What do you want?" he asked. I showed him their ad, and told them I was interested in renting their room. The old man lowered down his gun, and the old couple beckoned me inside. When I walked through the door, I arched my eyebrow in slight surprise. If you saw the inside of their house, you wouldn't think the outside would be so crappy looking.
I followed them into what I guessed to be the living room, and boy, was it big. They both sat down on a couch and the old man asked me a few questions:
"Are you attracted to older, more mature women?"
"No".
"Are you someone we can depend on to actually pay the rent and take care of this house whenever we may be gone?"
"Yes". His last question was a little odd to me at the time, and here it is:
"What do you think of those younguns that listen to Rock?"
....Um, I like rock myself, so they aren't a problem for me, why?"
They just looked at each other and hollered, "Hillary!" I asked them, "Who is Hillary?"
And the old woman said, "Our granddaughter. Her parents died when she was....six, I think."
Thats when she walked into the room, and her grandma must've meant six as a past tense, because this girl was at least 18, with long black hair that reached right beneath her shoulder, and it was streaked red. She had on a Metallica shirt with no sleeves, a pair of black pants, and even black shoes. I figured her favorite color is black. ;)
She was pale skinned with black lipstick on, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, she walked in and sat next to her grandparents and they explained to her that I wanted to rent the room, and that they didn't care if I did, but they wanted to know what she thought. I was still standing so she looked me up and down, and told me to turn around, so I did.
She asked me if I was a fighter, and I nodded. She smiled slightly and told her grandparents she didn't care if I stayed. Her grandparents looked absolutely thrilled. Hillary stood up and told me to follow her, so I did. We reached a hallway that had two doors in it, one had music blaring from it, so I figured that was her room, and the other one didn't, so I figured that was my room.
She pointed to the door with no noise coming out of it and told me that it was mine. I opened the door and looked around the room as I put my stuff down. It was small, but big enough for me. It was empty except for a matress on the floor, and some posters on the wall. When I turned to her and asked whose those were, she told me they belonged to the last person who stayed here.
When she noticed my expression, she just shrugged and said he died in an underground Australian tournament last year. I asked her,"Who killed him?"
She smiled and simply said, "Me". I looked at her arms and noticed for the first time that they were pretty muscular for a girl her size. We went to her room and she told me about how shes been the Champion of the underground Australian tournament for the past couple of years. She told me anything goes in those fights and she also told me that shes feared and respected by most people.
Then she started asking me personal questions about whether or not I had any friends, and I told her I did. She also asked me if I had anyone waiting for me back home, and I told her no. She seemed to perk up just a tiny bit after hearing this. I went ahead and asked her if she had anyone and she told me shes never gone out with anyone because the guys are all too afraid of her. She told me she has a couple of close friends and that was about it.
She asked me why I'm here in this dinky little town, and when I told her, she merely chuckled and told me good luck. I turned to her clock she had in her room and turned to her and told her I needed to go to work. She just nodded and said "Ok, see you later".
I said the same thing back to her and headed on over to the dock for my first day of work.