I: Vibes

Good Vibration:

It was more like hostility at first sight. He was a soldier in the army. She was a young nurse. So we are all told as the story normally goes. Edward was in the hospital again for another fight. He right arm was in serious need of repair. Winry wouldn’t be there until hours. And on top of that a certain nurse was giving a headache. He couldn’t figure out what Nurse Chopin’s problem was. She seem cold and rude to him. The girl would glare at him crossly, do her duty, and storm off. It made the young alchemist wonder if all of the nurses at St. Mary’s Touch like this. No. They couldn’t be. A few were nice to him. So why was Nurse Chopin being such a bitch towards him?

Speak of the devil, the door opened. Ed turned his head to see Nurse Chopin herself. She had that stone-cold frown on her face as usual. The young alchemist rolled his eyes upwards. “Here we go again,” he thought annoyed. “More unexplained abuse!” The young nurse walked in like a prison guard to the room. It was tempting to ask what her deal was but, Ed decided against it. “It’s not were her snapping at me again.” he thought. Chopin whipped up her chart and read over it. The young alchemist just sat there and watched her. The nurse looked up at her. “Good news,” she said harshly. “You’ll be gone out of here by tomorrow morning! Why they can’t throw you out now is beyond me!” “Hey, my mechanic isn’t here to fix my arm! So it’s not my fault, you bit…!” Ed barked back at her. He caught himself before he could add more fuel to the fire. Nurse Chopin cut him at ugly look in the eyes. The skinny caramel and black spiral curls in her high ponytail bounced as she sighed and rolled her eyes. “What-ever!” the nurse hissed. “That’s not my problem!” Then she filled out the chart and walked off. “Bitch!” Ed thought as the door slid shut.

Meanwhile in Maywillow High, classes were beginning. A butch red-haired boy was excited. “In three days,” he called out. “Spring break will begin!!!” He turned to a boy with dark messy curls who was drawing in his sketchbook at his desk. “Isn’t that great, Jak?” “Uh-huh,” the boy replied. “Freedom for two weeks!” his buddy emphasized. “Uh-huh,” the artist replied flatly. “Two freaking weeks of no homework, teachers, class, and we get to sleep in do as we please! Plus, we’ll be studs because our birthdays are coming up this month!” his friend went on in hyped-out joy. “Uh-huh,” the artist replied flatly again without even looking up from his look. The redheaded Irish boy kept looking at the boy. “Are you even listening to me Jakob?” he asked frustrated by his friend’s neutral responses to the bliss and joy blown up to the sky as he made it sound. “Just leave him alone, Hunter,” a girl with long blonde hair cut in. “He’s in his box right now.” The Irish boy stood still for moment. “When will he be back?” Hunter asked frustrated. “Who knows?” a light brown haired boy said with a shrug. The boy looked back at his friend. “Oh,” he said at last. Then, he sat back down at his desk in bored defeat. You see, when Jakob is working on his art, he isolates himself in his “box.” This is where he shuts out all sounds and other distractions all around him so he can focus on his art. Good luck trying to get him out of the “box.” The boy doesn’t leave it alone he is finished with his work.

Then, the bell rang to begin class. At that, Jakob snapped his pen closed. “Done!” he exclaimed. His three friends eyed him. “He’s back.” the light brown haired boy said. “Yep.” the blonde said. The other students rushed back to their seats. Everyone faced the board in the front. The door slid open and the teacher walked inside. “Morning class!” she called out. “Morning.” her students replied not so enthusiastic. Ms. Daily a young and beautiful teacher. Her wit, smile, and positive outlook on face couldn’t brightened up a whole room. All of the boys loved her and all of the girls wanted to be just like her. Ms. Daily shook her head cheerfully. “Hm, not fully up yet I see,” she said. “That’s okay, I can change that in a minute!” Then, the teacher opened her books and began another exciting lesson in English.

That afternoon, Ed was relived that Winry had come at long last to fix his arm. Finally, a half-normal female to talk to! As she was working on his automail arm, Ed felt a great opportunity to talk. “Winry,” the young alchemist spoke up. His mechanic paused and looked up at him. “Yes?” she asked. Ed turned to look at the lovely blonde. “Have any of the nurses been bitchy to you?” he asked. “No…” Winry answered. “Why?” “There’s been this one nurse,” Ed began. “I don’t know what she’s so mad about. But she’s acts like bitch around me.” Winry looked at him with intrigue. “Did you say anything to make her mad?” she asked. Her boyfriend shook his head. Winry paused for a moment and thought about it for a moment. “Hm,” she said again. “That is strange.” “Yes.” Edward said flatly. A pause sat on them for a long moment. Then, Winry went back to work on her boyfriend’s arm.

Meanwhile at Clover Inn, Ralph was plotting yet another scan. He had another thirst for money. But, the man didn’t know how to scratch it. The target was the men in the area, military especially. What would be a gold mine this time? Then, a light bulb went off in his head. “I’ve got it!” he yelled aloud. Then, Ralph raced out of his room and straight to the elevator. He searched around the ground floor lobby. “MATT!!!” the man called out. “MATT!!! WHERE ARE YOU? I’VE GOT ANOTHER GREAT SCHEME THIS TIME!!!” Ralph found the other man sitting at the desk crowding away from him. The devilish man grinned to himself. “Oh there you are Matt,” Ralph called aloud. “I’ve got the granddaddy of all scams!!!” Matt didn’t look up. “Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it!” he replied loudly. “Come on man,” Ralph pushed. “This is the best one yet!” “Where have I heard that one before?” Matt asked sourly. His “buddy” just sighed and shook his head. “I have a real gold mine this time!” Ralph insisted. “Just at least hear me out!” The rock god slowly looked up. “Will I be disappointed this time?” he asked. Ralph shook his head innocently. A long paused rushed over them.

Matt finally sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he groaned aloud. “What is it?” Ralph beckoned his “friend” closer. Matt leaned into to him. “Red China Light,” Ralph announced. “Hentai films,” “You have me!” Matt said excited. Ralph grinned. “Books of erotica,” he went on. “I feel ya man, I feel ya!” his “friend” cheered in joy. Da man drew in a deep breath. Here came the kicker! “And a fiery smokin’ hot escort service and sexy little Venus Maids!” Matt’s smiled instantly dropped at the last part of the scheme. “You lost me!” he said sharply. Ralph looked at him shocked. “What do you mean?” he asked harmlessly. Matt stood up in front of him. “It won’t work!” he objected. “It’s too complicated!” Ralph kept eyeing his “friend.” “Explain why not.” he said calmly. “It’s all legal in this country, so we won’t get arrested at all.” Matt didn’t have to think of a single reason. “Yes, I know it’s legal, that’s too,” he reasoned. “But we don’t have a license to do any of that shit! And besides, where would we get the girls and the materials? And on top of that, I still don’t trust you that much!” Ralph just grinned at his “friend.” “Not to worry,” he said boldly. “You let me deal with that, now say you’ll help me out.” Matt thought about this proposal for a moment. Then he said, “I want to see this agreement in writing before I decide! I’m not going to be taken for a dumass by the likes of you!” Ralph just kept smiling. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get his scheme off of the ground. “Done, my friend,” he said without hesitation. “I will have the agreement for you by morning.” “And no changing it without my knowledge!” Matt said strongly. “Fine, fine!” Ralph brushed him off. “I mean it!” his “friend” demanded. “Okay, okay.” Da Man said in minor defeat. “You are one tough customer.” Then he walked away in a shrug. Matt walked the rat as he left. He just couldn’t trust that guy!

Evening had fallen at St. Mary’s Touch. Edward didn’t seem to be happy that Nurse Chopin was working the night shift tonight. She didn’t seem too happy either. Because she was fixing his bed roughly. That did it. Ed finally couldn’t hold back any longer. “Hey, why are you such a bitch?” he asked aloud. The nurse right up at him. “Why are you soldiers complete horny little baby-killers?” she snapped back. The young alchemist stared at her in offended shock. “Is that how you see all state alchemists?!?” he asked and shouted aloud. “Yes, you idiotic shrimp!!!” she screamed out. That was a HUGE mistake. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL AND STUPID THAT HE COULD EASILY OVER-LOOKED BY DECENT HUMAN BEING?!?” Edward yelled at the top of his lungs. “THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID, YOU DEAF SHRIMP!!!” Nurse Chopin yelled back. “WELL, YOU LOOK LIKE A WHORE!!!” Ed shouted back. That was an EVEN BIGGER mistake. The nurse wanted to slap the fire out of him, but she couldn’t because:

1.) She was at work.

2.) She was too angry to move.

Instead, what did she do? Nurse Chopin spat Edward right in the face! The young alchemist slowly rose up his left hand and wiped his cheek off. “F**K YOU!!!” the nurse yelled. Then she stormed off in a heavy and heated rage. Chopin slammed the door so hard that it shook the whole room. Oh the irony that would follow in three days!