Short Stories of Ishani-Snow

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Each post will hold a short story about her. This was something I had been thinking of doing but never got around to doing until now... so I won't focus to much on back stories, but if I do I'll mark them with a so called date. Otherwise the date is pretty much when it was posted (or the day before).

[Ishani-Snow (DELETED 2525)]

Title: Protestors at the Police Station
Date: 05.20.2013

Ishani-Snow sat in the big black chair her feet just barely hanging over. The computers were back on which meant a lot of people were busy trying to catch up on their paperwork or whatever. She didn’t care either way, she didn’t actually work… she just had a good power card over the head of the Law Enforcement of Harper Rock City. Blackmail was always good fun. Yet there was yet another issue, one that she had sent someone to try and talk to those protestors in the front of Police Station with their signs about how the police where running the show, and then she had told them to release one of the gangsters and have them try and chase them away. Now they were back.

Ishani-Snow slammed her hands on the edge of the large marble table, “What do you mean they’re back?” she yelled at the old man with his balding head and his round glasses, he had been behind the desk way to long she figured, good thing she was here now.

“Well… Sn… I mean Queen Snow… they aren’t exactly happy with our method of shoot first ask questions later.” She huffed as she leaned back, her fingers trailing over the wound she had gotten not to long go through the blue dress. Yes she might have this man wrapped around her pinkie but it made it a lot harder to have the whole police station under her finger.

“We’re not changing it” she muttered, she had been shot so everyone else could be shot. Simple logic really at the end of the night, she got up and grabbed the nearest broom as she walked out the door. “I’ll take care of it…” she turned and looked at him carefully for a moment “And don’t forget, I own you.” She snarled at him before stomping down to the first floor of the police station. No one seemed to pay attention that there was some 7 year old girl running around the place, most likely because they had told a story about how Mr. Pinkie as she called him, was really her Godfather and that meant that if she was around or stopped she just had to show them a special pass or have them call up to him and he would quickly fix things.

As the doors slide open she stared at the group of people with their signs and held her broom high in the air, “Get out of here!” she screamed as she smacked a lady in a poka-dot-dress upside her head with the broom. Then she really started wailing on them as she smacked what she figured was a school teacher in his rump chasing them down the street as she screamed like a banshee at them.

Ishani-Snow must of chased them for several hours, they kept coming back and she had to keep getting up and chasing them again. She was getting fed up by the fourth time they came back she took out her paintball gun, and item she tended to try and save just for her Auntie Kitty. Stomping outside she placed a hand on her hip as she glared at them.

“I thought I told you to go away”

“Why don’t you go home you mean little girl!” her eyes scanned the crowd, a fat man with a way to small shirt that said ‘I am the Batman’ hide behind a skinny man with a some other superhero on his shirt, she was pretty sure it was Ironman. She rolled her eyes some as she held out her paintball gun, the fat man screamed like well a little girl as she began to fire it at the crowd, this time she screamed “If you come back I will shoot you for real!” not that she actually had a gun, but she was sure it wouldn’t be any trouble finding one laying around at a police station.