23/35...you know its good

[numberunknown]

I have a question. Do we accept diet soda, or do we fight against diet soda and for the justice of sugarry soda? I know it's random... but...

[hypergirl20]

*thinks* Not sure...depends on our taste buds, I guess. That or Numbuhs 23 and 35's favourite sodas

[numberunknown]

I for one, always am sugar-high, whether I'm near sugar or not. But some need sugar to be hyper, so the question is, are we for or against hyperness?

[hypergirl20]

We're definately for hyperness. You know what, if it wasn't for Numbuh 23 (and Numbuh 12) we wouldn't have seen the 3/4 proof in SLUMBER. Another reason I like Virginia and Barty!

[numberunknown]

Absolutly!

I have a topic... but it is rather morbid... you guys up for it?

[wallynkukiness]

Of course Gail, fire away!

[hypergirl20]

We can handle it!

[numberunknown]

Hokay... so immagine this:

Virginia convinces Barite to ditch high school one day, and go to the park. It is raining, but Virginia LOVES rain, so she doesn't mind. As they are driving, a car spinning out of control slams head-first into the two teenagers.

What happens next? Who gets hurt the most? What do you guys think?

[hypergirl20]

Ouch. I know how that feels. Except not the exact situation (more like a car hitting a person situation) but back on topic:

I think that Virginia would get hurt the most because, I think, she's the weaketr of the two and it sort of matches the whole: Having fun, love today, then everything goes wrong prospect...

Ok, so this is what happens. Bartie goes unconsious but Virginia, badly hurt, gets her cellphone and calls 911 to get her Bartie and the person in the other car, then she also faints. Later, in the hospital Bartie wakes up with a cast on his arm. He's shocked and confused. He sees Virginia in the other bed, still unconsious and badly hurt. Then...I have to think about that...

[numberunknown]

Here's what I think would happen:

Barite would be pretty beat up, black eye, some bad scratches, but not that bad. Virginia's seatbelt would be off, and she would be standing up, her head sticking out of the skyroof. She would have her eyes closed, and trying to catch rain on her toung, and the car crash would send her flying. Barite and Virginia would be taken away in an ambulance, each in a seperate one, and the whole time Barite would be screaming at the ambulance guy, begging to hear about his girlfriend, but they would tell him nothing. A day later, they let Barite out of the hospital, and he goes to see Virginia, but she can't have any visitors. He finally gets it out of the doctors. She has a broken back, a broken arm, and a concussion, needs six operation, and there is an "if" to her survival. Barite runs out of the hospital in tears, and goes looking for trouble. He drunk (on.. um.. soda), and passes out in the bar. He wakes up in his friend... lets say Patton's house. Patton says that Barite had passed out, and then Barite remembers what had happened. He tries to get up to go see his girlfriend, but his hangover is so strong that he can't stand. When he is strong enough to stand, Patton drives him to the hospital to see Virginia ...Wait... why am I telling you this? I'm gonna go write it in a fic

[hypergirl20]

I like your version wayyyy better! Can't wait for the fic!

[hypergirl20]

Ok, here it is, my ZERO deleted scene one-shot. Sorry if it's to short:

You might have heard what happened the day Father brought back Grandfather. You might have seen operatives becoming citizombies themselves. There is something though, I know you haven’t heard or seen. How I became a citizombie. My name is Virginia Sims, operative Numbuh 23, Incendiary Confectionary Munitions Agent of Sector K. And here is my story.

Soon after citizombies began to attack moonbase was when it happened. I was surrounded, I needed a weapon. I bit my lip and looked around, trying to forget the fact that if I didn’t do something, I’d become an evil old lady. Any weapon could do, even a pillow! Ok, so I didn’t have the best aim but I needed some sort of protection.

I went down and crawled right under the citizombie Numbuh 81, and began to run, searching for a weapon. “See ya later, geezers.” I laughed.

Then I saw it. A SPLANKER, just what I needed. I ran faster, I was so close now... “Eep!” I stopped abruptly as a citizombie jumped right in my path. I gasped as I saw ho the citizombie was.

“Numbuh 35?” I gasped as I saw the familiar operative.

“Your turn to become a citizombie, Numbuh 23. Everyone’s doing it!” he cackled heading towards me. I took a step back. If only I could get to the SPLANKER.

“Barty? What are you doing?” I said. “We’re friends remember?”

Barty kept walking towards me so I continued. “You’re not evil, you know! If you were, you wouldn’t have saved my life a couple of months ago during Numbuh 86’s sleepover.”

He stopped. It looked like he remembered, or I hoped that’s why he stopped. I took a deep breath, walked closer and said, “Yea. The 35 I know is a great moonbase operative and a greater friend!”

He blinked, “Virginia? I-I,” but he stopped talking. It seemed he was fighting with himself. I took that chance and began to run to the SPLANKER. But this time another citizombie cut in front of me.

“ Numbuh 894!” I muttered, thinking of ways to escape this time. But somebody, a citizombie, tapped Numbuh 894 on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” and punched him hard on the face.

”Bartie?” I wondered, while walking towards him and the SPLANKER.

A frown crept on his face. “Virginia, I’m sorry.” His eyes went darker and his frown went back to an evil grin. I grabbed hold of the SPLANKER but it was too late. He grabbed me and before I could react, my eyes closed and when they opened, I was nothing more than a citizombie.

Now that you know my story, I have to leave. I'm going to have a soda.

[aims]

nice ...though a tad short for my liking. but its still good

[crayfishy]

Really good story, Hyper.

[vena]

oooh! Nice story Hypergirl. it is a little too short... but it was cute nontheless.

and omg Gail the fic idea sounds absolutely awesome! do it noooow!