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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2005 5:06:37 GMT -5
Interestingly enough, I usually do--so I can have the house to myself for two hours or so before everyone else wakes up. I spend much of this time on the internet, or drinking tea. The story is good so far, Amber. I do love FFWF very much... Can we get a random Liam fangirl in it anyway, just for kicks? Yes, I need to find one now, I have an idea in mind, I'm awake now, so this bit should be better. Thats why I asked about time difference, for I know when I wake up at about 6am it is the evening in Australia, so by thrid lesson Sam should be asleep. Antenora, when you wake up do you know what th time is in he UK? Beatrix, you were on my list and Derik was the first or so person to ask. Freshie, I might find somewhere to put you in. Hah.
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Post by no-one on Feb 14, 2005 5:37:38 GMT -5
Thats why I asked about time difference, for I know when I wake up at about 6am it is the evening in Australia, so by thrid lesson Sam should be asleep. i dunno, i go to sleep late sometimes Freshie, I might find somewhere to put you in. Hah. can i be taken out then?
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2005 5:41:58 GMT -5
No. How about it is you thiking about Freshie and how much you lovehate her. Edit: With all the love at 667, you would have thought that Beatrix, the aforementioned beauty would have no trouble in securing someone/something. But she wanted Tocuna, yet she knew of Tocuna’s yearnings for Dante for she was almost the board counsellor, Tocuna came to her when Dante was ignoring her and Beatrix felt the strings of her heart being plucked by the words of Tocuna. Yet when she realised Tocuna only stayed at 667 for FFWF, she shattered, she refused to leave her room and would have done the unthinkable. Yes, she would have left 667, forever. But she loved so deeply the only way out was suicide. “I don't think you trust, in myself righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die,” She mumbled to herself as she grabbed the knife. At the moment that Beatrix had started to plunge the knife down, into her stomach, someone grabbed her wrist and she turned. She turned to see the face of Tragedy, her fellow Portuguese speaker, and admin at the forum. She saw the concerned look on his ace and asked him why he was there, “I have been reading the conversations you and Tocuna have been having, I saw your heartbreak and decided to come down here just to see if you were ok.” He said in a mumbled whisper. “Oh, ok, I am slightly speechless, I mean, you saved me.” She gushed. “Let’s go for a walk, to clear your head, shall we go to the seafront?” She paused, “But my mother will be home soon, she will worry about me, shall I leave her a note, but what should it say? “Hi Mum, I’m just going to the seafront which is miles and miles away, with a total stranger, only meeting him on a message board on the internet.” She probably would worry more” “Just leave her a note saying “Hi Mum, I’ve gone out, I’ll be back whenever. Love from Beatrice. Xxx” She won’t worry as much,” “OK then let me get a pen” Beatrix scrawled a note as fast as she could and then raced Tragedy out of the building. They got on the bus to the seafront; well it was actually to an old deserted pier, but Tragedy wanted to go there so they did. As they stood on the edge of the pier, Beatrix wrapped her arms around Tragedy, he pushed her away, he had a present for her, He opened a box from inside his pocket and there was a beautiful diamond necklace, it was beautiful. Beatrix was speechless. “Put it on” He mumbled at her. “Ok, I will” She beamed at him with the sun bouncing off of her necklace. “It weighs a ton!” She exclaimed. “I know” He said quietly. And with that he gave her one sharp push into the swirling depths of the sea, without the necklace Beatrix would have been able to get out, but the necklace was so heavy and she couldn’t get it of, she was sinking, slowly drowning. Tragedy did nothing to help her, he watched her struggle against the tides, and when not a trace of her gorgeous hair could be seen, he threw his head back and laughed. Tragedy pulled off his mask, “One down” Said Char, Char was on the plane back to New Jersey and she was thinking up more evil ways that she could use to eradicate the love at 667. She was thinking about Derik and how he lived in New Jersey as well, Char wondered who Derik loved; she ran a whole list of possibilities through her head. She would have to do some research on 667. “CHAR!!!111OMGLOLERZ!!1111” A screechy voiced pierced through Charlotte’s relaxed skull. “I’m from 667 to, it’s me, can you guess who it is??!11” “No” Char said monotonously “It’s me, ‘IluffLiamAiken’ I only chose this name because I like totally luff Liam Aiken,” Charlotte promptly stabbed her.
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Post by no-one on Feb 14, 2005 7:10:14 GMT -5
How about it is you thiking about Freshie and how much you lovehate her. no not either of those How about it is how i am not to be mentioned in the same paragraph as her, at all...EDIT 2: no i can't compromiseHow about it is how i am not to be mentioned in the same story as her, at all... EDIT 1: please?
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Post by Antenora on Feb 14, 2005 11:18:51 GMT -5
When I wake up, it's about noon in Britain.
I liked the bit about ILuffLiamAiken.
For the sake of BSam, I think you should keep Freshie out of this. We'd all be so sad if BSam left.
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Post by Dante on Feb 14, 2005 11:46:55 GMT -5
Well, this is... A curious piece. I'm all for the Dantenora shipping, but BDante is a little... Unlikely? Still, well-written and interesting. Carry on! I do love FFWF very much... <3threepoundsign
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2005 12:52:05 GMT -5
Well, this is... A curious piece. I'm all for the Dantenora shipping, but BDante is a little... Unlikely? Still, well-written and interesting. Carry on! <3threepoundsign Thanks. When I get another 500 or so words I shall post the next bit. I need more charachters, not Kimia and Aimee though as they are already in the next bit. EDIT: No real ships in this one ): In England Kimia and Aimee, were randomly writing letters to people, Kimia was the most loved person at 667 and she knew about everything that happened there, she was aware that Char was on a rampage, but she wasn’t aware that Beatrix was at the bottom of the ocean. She even knew about FFWF’s feelings for Sam, yet, she didn’t know if FFWF loved Sam or if he just admired him, Kimia would be as close as 667 could get to an all knowing person. At 667, Kimia was the only person Char went to for guidance, and Char knew all about Kimia’s wisdom within 667. It was one stormy afternoon that Kimia went into the kitchen and found Char sat at the table, “Wha…Cha…Omg” Kimia was too stunned to finish any words. “Hello Kimia, you and I need to have a little chat.” Char; on the other hand let the words effortlessly ooze off of her tongue. “Here?” Kimia found the ability to finish words. “Yes, here, you see I just accidentally, well not all that accidentally really, a real accident was when I was three and I fell over a stone I hurt myself really badly you see. That’s not the only time I have been hurt though, my sister hit me once, and oh I really hate my sister you know. But I don’t hate dogs; I like dogs even though they do drool an awful lot. But not awful as in nasty because dogs are not really awful you know what I mean?” She paused for breath. “Is that it?” Kimia said rather impatiently, she had a guitar lesson to go to. She didn’t want to miss the guitar lesson as she wanted to be the best guitarist there ever was. “No, the real reason I came here was to find out who was the object of Derik affections are.” She said slyly. “Oh, you see I don’t give out information like that I’m sure if Derik wanted you to know he would have told you.” Kimia was slightly worried, it wasn’t everyday that someone from halfway across the world turned up at your house and demanded personal information about someone who lived in the same area as them. While Kimia was worrying Char was watching her expectantly, waiting for an answer, Char knew Kimia wasn’t going to tell her without some persuasion. While all this was going on Aimee sat blissfully unaware in the living room. She was writing a reply to Amber’s letter, which had come in the morning post. She had ransacked the living room in a vain hunt for stamps. She came walking into the deathly silent kitchen, dragging Tipsy, Kimia’s gorgeous kitten, on her foot. “Kimia, where on earth do you keep your stamps I’ve ruine- I mean looked all through your living room and can’t find any to save my life.” She had actually sat on the stamps and they were all stuck on the back of her jeans. She noticed Char looking through Kimia’s cupboards, in hope of finding something to eat. “Who’s that then?” Char turned around. “Like…woa…Cha…??” Aimee had also been struck with the shocked curse of not being able to finish her words. “Yes it is Char” Kimia pre-empted Aimee’ question. “And you see Kimia won’t tell me what I want to know, I hope you will help me persuade her.” Char growled with an evil air. “Me? Uh, How? If you can’t make Kimi-mellow spill the beans then how am I meant to?” Aimee inquired. “You’ll see, you will see” Char cackled, “KIMIA, I hope you haven’t made a mess down there. Or there will be trouble.” “Not that bad Mum,” Kimia hollered up the stairs. “Yet” Char added in an undertone.
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Post by ersatzbeatrice on Feb 14, 2005 13:58:02 GMT -5
Wow it's great, Amber!!! What a beautiful death, I mean chapter I had... Heheh I really love it. You rock. I think I'll have to send you another valentine then Cupid will kill me cause I've sent seven only today!! And OMG Char is so evil. It's kinda scary for someone who has such a soothing voice. Anyways, I <33333it soo much. Keep it like that! Did I say you rock? XD
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Post by Freshie on Feb 14, 2005 15:42:20 GMT -5
I won't need to be in the story, if no one wants me to be in it.
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Post by ersatzbeatrice on Feb 14, 2005 15:50:32 GMT -5
I won't need to be in the story, if no one wants me to be in it. I do. (: And you know you want to...
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2005 16:06:13 GMT -5
I won't need to be in the story, if no one wants me to be in it. I'll write you your own story. Ok? Thanks Beatrix. You are so amazingtasticful <£<£<£<£<£ I'm wondering wether I should bring you back to life or not. Hmmm.
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Post by no-one on Feb 14, 2005 16:10:02 GMT -5
I won't need to be in the story, if no one wants me to be in it. as shown by the ablove posts, that is not true it's only me who wants that...
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2005 16:25:38 GMT -5
Lookie lookie:
Over in the land down-under Sam was waking up to find his trousers had been glued to the wall. He then found he was still wearing his trousers. He tried to get down and was squirming around for a while until the wall fell down. Sam couldn’t be bothered to change his trousers so he was walking around with plasterboard stuck to his trousers. Sam had thought 667 had gone rather soft, he, like Kimia knew all of the ins and outs of the love story unfolding slowly, like a rose on a cold morning, around him. He got on the bus; he couldn’t find his car, “They probably stuck that to a wall somewhere as well.” He thought sourly. He was heading into town, to report to the police that he thought he was being stalked by four evil lesbians. Sam knew that 667 was more than a message board, it was where he had found his beloved Trishy. There was one thing that Sam, like Kimia, didn’t know; he didn’t know that Beatrix was lying on the ocean floor somewhere. Sam sat in the line at the station and thought about Antenora, ‘Nora had always been there to back him up in arguments, especially when he was accused of something. He usually had been rightly accused but ‘Nora didn’t seem to care. But Sam felt the guilt and was sure that the person next to him in the line could feel the guilt purging through his skin like sweat, marking his crime. He tried to calm himself. “But I love Trishy, how can I even begin to think about ‘Nora, like I do Trishy. I love ‘Nora-I mean Trishy. Do I though? I’m so confused. I need beer.” Just as Sam reached the front of the line, he got up and walked out of the station, leaving the attendant slightly perplexed. Sam stood on the street in front of the newsagents with a beer, trying to puzzle out his own mind. Just as he came to some sort of conclusion, one of the evil lesbians came round the corner, took a picture with a flash in front of his face, leaving him dazed and unable to remember what the conclusion was. He went back into the shop and bought more beer, sat on the same street and tried to remember what he concluded, he was unable to, which made him quite angry. Sam went into the nearest pub and got drunk. Back in Manchester, Char was causing havoc in the Kimia household. She had Aimee in a headlock and was gradually tearing out parts of her hair, Aimee was screaming and crying in pain and Kimia was pleading with Char to stop. When Aimee was bald, Char dragged her up to the roof and tied her to the side of the roof. “Either you tell me who Derik loves or Aimee goes whizzing off of the building, only to be pulverized by the road below. Your choice, you have ten seconds, I’m counting.” Char said menacingly. “Ten” “But Char you know that everything… “Nine” “That people tell me is in con… “Eight” “Fidence. But if you are actually… “Seven” “Serious, then I suppose I should tell you the truth…” “Six” “But you know Char…” “Five” “You aren’t going to like…” “Four” “What I tell you…” “Three” “In all honesty…” “Two” “I don’t know who Derik loves.” “Wrong answer” Without hesitating Char pushed Aimee off of the building and into the road. Kimia ran over to the side of the roof and saw Aimee’s crumpled body lying there, deformed, in the middle of the road. “YOU JUST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!!” Kimia was in distress, the tears rolled off of her face as she threw herself at Char, Char stepped aside and said “I’ll be going now, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, well, you saw what I did to Aimee” “I did and I’m going to go tell the police, the second you are gone.” Kimia was defiant in the face of terrific danger. “I thought this might happen, and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Char chuckled and pushed the crying Kimia off of the building as well. “Two birds with one stone, I’m getting good.” Char mumbled to herself as she ran down the stairs and into a taxi she had booked before.
Ahem.
Just a short bit this time:
Derik had been waiting for days for Beatrix’s response to his letter, he knew she had received it; she had expressed her gratitude on 667. It was half past two in the afternoon and Derik heard a thud on the doormat, maybe this was his long awaited letter from Beatrix. Derik raced to the door, knocking his Mum over on the stairs, he picked up the letter, postmark; his eyes failed to find one. He was now intrigued, the letter didn’t have an address either, it just had “Derik” written on the front, in fancy writing. He opened the letter and was stopped in his tracks, he ran upstairs, carefully moving around his Mum, and threw himself face-down on the pillow. He was looking at photos of his friends, from 667, but not ordinary photos, they were terrible. One was of Beatrix, pale and rigid, being fished out of the sea. This was the worst; it tore his heart to look at it. Another was of Aimee, bald, and lying deformed on the bonnet of a car. Another was of Kimia, taken as she fell off of a building; the expression on her face was horrifying. Derik had to not look, but there were more. One was of BSam, but Derik didn’t find this one horrifying at all, if anything funny, it was Sam, glued to a wall, while struggling to get down. What scared Derik most was the note he found, taped to the back of the photo of Beatrix, it said: “You’re next sweetheart.”
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Post by ersatzbeatrice on Feb 14, 2005 18:08:52 GMT -5
Yay Amber, it's great!! I didn't know it'd be so tragic, to see all of this happen to many 667ers but it's great, I'm not just saying it... I'm always like 'OMG what's gonna happen?? ' Hehehe... It even inspired meh, that chapter where I get the necklace... I drew one part, but it's not that good... Hey, 667 is making me draw something again! W00t for you.
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Post by Charles Vane on Feb 14, 2005 18:32:41 GMT -5
Cute story. I'm late with this but can you add me in somewhere?
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