RCII P10

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 10

Nalini stared at Nicky with huge, watery eyes.

Nicky glared at her, wondering if he should punch her again.

Sandy sighed in exasperation and tried to pull Nalini forward in an attempt to get going, but kind of failed.

Richard stood by awkwardly, sweatdropping.

Yuedi and Van were screaming with laughter behind them.

Sandy considered using the Death Poke on all of them. (Well, except for Richard, since he wasn’t really doing anything.)

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Dana could feel people staring as she dragged a screaming and yelling Andrea determinedly down the sidewalk. Dana didn’t care. She didn’t want Andrea to go off by herself and do something insanely stupid just for Hibari Kyouya. (Knowing Andrea, there was a really high possibility of that happening.)

Ignoring Andrea’s rather... dramatic protests, Dana headed for the alleyway from where she guessed the voices came from.

She was right.

“Sarah, what are you doing??” came Fandi’s voice as Dana rounded the corner. She caught Fandi staring at Sarah with a o__O;;; expression that said, “wtf...?”

“What does it look like?” Sarah grunted as she lifted one of the unconscious ninjas from the ground and huggled it with a :D expression. “I WANT A NINJA, SHUT UP.”

“... O-kay then... suit yourself...”

Meanwhile, Skye dusted himself off (to Angie’s dismay, he was still wearing that weird-looking leopard print shirt thing) and produced Richard’s wallet from his pocket. “I forgot to give you this,” he said, half apologetic and half terrified that Angie will either pounce on him or blow up at him.

To his relief, the rabid fangirl did neither. Instead, she eagerly grabbed the wallet from his hands, practically tore it open, and began rummaging around.

“Alright, let’s see...” She pulled out a few bills and handed them to Fandi. “Count those,” she ordered.

“Why me?” Fandi asked in mock irritation.

“Because you’re special,” Angie replied, not looking up from her exploration of the contents of Richard’s now-nearly-empty wallet. “Let’s see... some coins... and he says he’s deprived,” she scoffed as she shoved the coins at Fandi. “What else... some random student card thing... and... what’s this?” She held up two small paper packets. “Two... condoms?”

“Condoms??” everyone echoed.

Except for Rachel, who was busy laughing hysterically in the background.

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It was dark when the group finally reached the hotel that the band was staying in. Van strode casually over to the coach bus, which was parked rather conspicuously in front of the entrance, and plucked the Grumpy Bird book out of the back. The book left a sharp and quite noticeable dent in the metal.

“Hey Van...” Sandy said slowly, “wouldn’t people, like... see that dent you made in the bus?”

“... SHHH. :D”

Sandy sweatdropped, and mentally cursed the author for putting an emoticon in the middle of a quotation.

“Okay, so now all we have to do is find somewhere to sleep,” Richard said, scanning the area. “I guess we could... hide in a bush or something?”

“Sure,” Sandy agreed, shrugging. “We need to stay hidden, or people will give us weird looks and wonder why there are two of us here.”

Yuedi looked confused. “Wait... why aren’t we going into the hotel?”

Van gave her a -.- look, then silently cussed at the author for making her wear a vaguely constipated expression. “Yuedi, people are going to be in pajamas and shit. Wouldn’t sneaking up on them while they’re sleeping be kind of perverted...?”

“But that’s sort of the point...”

Everyone sweatdropped.

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“Exactly twenty-three dollars and forty-eight cents.” Fandi looked up at Andrea. “Hey Andrea, you know a lot of stuff about Japan. Is this enough to get us even a tiny room?”

Andrea backed away with her hands up. “Woah woah woah, me, an expert on Japan? Are you kidding me? I REJECT!”

Angie had gone back to hugging-slash-strangling Skye. “I don’t think so,” she piped up, her arms locked around him from behind. “I think... we might actually have to spend the night as hobos.”

“But can’t Pikachu teleport us to somewhere else or something?” Mich asked.

“Can’t. Not now, anyway.” Pikachu looked around apologetically. “The necklace got damaged a little when I attacked the ninjas, and it needs a bit of time to repair itself.”

Sarah stared at Mich in shock. “B-b-but... but... Mich!” she shrieked with a D: expression. “How could you not want to be a hobo??”

Mich sweatdropped, but she still had her usual smiley face on, so it looked more like a ^_^” face than a :] face.

“Well, if we’re going to be hobos,” Rachel said, folding her arms, “can we at least do it somewhere else? I don’t want to sleep in an alleyway that’s littered with KO’d ninjas and smells distinctly of old socks.”

“... Now that you mention it, it does smell a bit like old socks,” Dana said with a o__O face, sniffing.

They trooped out of the dark, narrow alley into the darkening streets of Hokkaido, which was noticeably less crowded now that rush hour was over.

Sarah wasn’t really paying attention anymore as she followed her friends.

She was just happy she had her ninja.

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“Why are we here?” Nicky grumbled as the three (well, two – Van was at least saner than the other two, thank you very much) girls dragged him down the softly lit hallway of the hotel. Every step they took was muffled by the worn, beige carpet beneath them.

“Because we’re cool like that,” Yuedi replied casually.

“But this is like, the freaking guys hallway. Why the f**k are we here if I’m the only guy?”

“BECAUSE I WANNA FIND SOME HOT GUYS TO RAPE!” Yuedi shrieked impatiently. “Oh, and don’t censor the word fuck. That’s not cool.”

Everyone gave her a weird look, except Van, who was trying to stifle her laughter. She decided not to tell Yuedi that hot guys did not exist in the band, simply because Van enjoyed watching her prowl around the hotel in the evening in a very stalkerish and perverted way.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind one of the white doors.

“HEELLOWWW?? ECKAHSKEWZZZAHH MEEE, IZZ ZEES ZA MACKUDONALDDDZZZ?? I VUD LYKE TO ORDARR ZE ZOMBARGARR PLEEEEZZZ. ZHOMBERGUUURRR!! ZAHOMBRARGRARRRRR!! ZAMOMBOMRBARBERGRARARARRR!!!!”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

There was silence, and then uproarious laughter.

Nalini looked at Van in confusion.

“What the hell’s a zumbargur?”

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Sandy felt kind of awkward as she walked as quietly as she could down the designated “girls hallway”. Behind her, Richard ambled casually after her with a 8D face.

“I’m totally not a pervert,” he informed Sandy, correctly guessing what she was thinking about.

“Sureeee...” Sandy retaliated, rolling her eyes.

In another dimension, the author silently hoped that Richard in the Real World won’t totally kill her for writing that.

Sandy stopped at one of glossy, white doors and stared at it, furrowing her brow as if she was trying to remember something.

“I think it was this one...” she muttered, poking at the card slot as if she could magically force the door open that way. Richard watched her for a few seconds before shrugging slightly and continuing on his merry way.

He stopped when he heard a familiar voice. Two, actually.

“... NO, DIE!”

“AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Richard pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop, although he didn’t really need to, since one of the voices was shouting at the top of her lungs, while the other was laughing uncontrollably.

“RAWR, NO, STUPID THING, STOP DOING THAT!”

There was a crashing sound, then some banging, and then the sound of... a kettle?

“Wow Mich, is that even drinkable?”

“Shut up, it’s awesome.”

The sound of clinking silverware drowned out the voice of a person, which sounded like it was coming from the TV. Then, the sound of water pouring... and footsteps thumping straight towards the door.

“OKAY RACH, LET’S GIVE THIS TO MS. WONG NAO!”

“LOL SURE!”

Richard began to panic, remembering Sandy’s warning about staying hidden, and looked frantically around for somewhere to hide. However, before he could take a step, the door was flung open and kind of clubbed him in the face.

Rachel stared.

Richard, unfortunately, could not stare back because he was too busy clutching his face in pain.

Mich stood there staring at both of them, a mug of steaming, bittersweet-smelling, freshly-brewed coffee in her hands.