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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 30, 2004 1:32:16 GMT -5
Part 1 "Charvrella! Eet’s time for tea!” trilled a shrill voice from the parlor. Charella rolled her eyes as she put down the duster. Her whole life was utterly ridiculous. Her father dead, her tyrannical stepmother (with a fake accent too, who was she kidding?!) forcing her into servitude, and two evil (really, they had it out for her) step-siblings. “CHARVRELLA! I SAID, EET EEZ TIME FOR TEA!” Charella growled slightly and hurried to the kitchen to get the whistling teapot. As she poured three cups, she debated slipping arsenic in them. However, there was no poison and/or anti-freeze at hand, so her evil plans would have to wait. “God, took you long enough,” sneered AM as Charella brought in the tea tray. Charella blinked and took a deep breath. AM seemed to delight in ceaselessly antagonizing her. Seemed? It was obvious she loved it. As Charella walked across the room, she felt a foot catch her around the ankle, sending her flying through the air. The tea and china splashed and shattered everywhere as she crashed to the ground. And that foot, she knew, belonged to Tragedy, her truly vile stepbrother. “Don’t be such a klutz,” said someone, snickering. Sure enough, it was Tragedy’s voice. Charella seemed to be a source of constant amusement for Tragedy. Tripping, spiders in her bed, the whole nine yards. “Charvrella! That eez, or waz, eexpenseeve china!” cried Step Mother Dearest, Kate, not bothering to ask if poor “Charvrella” was okay. Charella got to her feet, wincing at the carpet burns on her elbows, and began to collect the shattered china. AM and Tragedy were not bothering to hide their obvious mirth. “Typical,” said AM. “I’d suggest finishing school, but there’s nothing there to even finish. She needs starting school.” She giggled as Charella stalked out of the room, smashing the chards of china to a fine dust, pretending it was her step-family’s heads.
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Post by Pester, Rumormonger on Jul 30, 2004 1:52:54 GMT -5
Whoo hoo! Charlotte'll tell them where to put their tea... or something. Way to go, AM.
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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 30, 2004 2:13:17 GMT -5
Thank you.
Flight 667PT2: On schedule Estimated Arrival Time: Tomorrow
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Post by timartwonis on Jul 30, 2004 11:07:10 GMT -5
Oh it's wonderful! Will Tragedy die?
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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 30, 2004 12:17:27 GMT -5
Oh it's wonderful! Will Tragedy die? If you want him dead!
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Jul 30, 2004 13:46:34 GMT -5
Wow, maybe I'm just overly biased, but I loved it to death. I can't wait until tomorrow.
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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 30, 2004 13:54:27 GMT -5
Oh, you need not wait that long. I'm not gonna be here until late tomorrow, so I'll post it NOW! Part 2 A few days later, there was a knock at the door. Before Kate could begin screeching, Charella ran to answer it. She raised her eyebrow as she saw a man in a… fish suit? standing on the doorstep. “Hear ye, hear ye,” began the fish man in a bored tone, “His Majesty, Prince-“ He could not finish, because AM came flying down the stairs, pushed Charella roughly aside, and stuck her face through the doorway. “Did you say the PRINCE?!” she asked, eyes wide. Fish Man rolled his eyes. “Yes, I said the Prince. His Majesty, Prince-“ “What ABOUT the Prince?!” AM asked excitedly. “I’m GETTING to that,” said Fish Man with a sigh. “Anyway, the Prince is looking for a bride-“ “Well, he certainly came to the right place. Is the Prince HERE?” AM asked, peering out beyond Fish Man. “No, he’s not here. Now let me !@#$ing finish!” AM glared at Fish Man. “Thank you. The Prince is looking for a bride, and no, he’s not here. He’s holding a ball in one week’s time. All the fair and beautiful maidens in the land-“ “Well that certainly rules out everyone but ME,” began AM haughtily. Before she could start in on another long list of her many wonderful qualities, Charella broke in. “Will you shut UP?!” she said exasperatedly, shoving AM out of the way. Fish Man shot her a thankful glance before continuing. “All the fair and beautiful maidens in the land are invited, and one lucky lady will be picked to be his bride. Okay, have a nice night, good BYE.” And with that, Fish Man turned and fled. “Charvrella!” came Kate’s voice, grating Charella’s ears. “Vho vas at zee door?” “Some guy in a fish suit. He was selling mice.” yelled Charella, ignoring the dirty looks coming from AM as she stomped up the stairs to prepare for the ball. “Een a feesh suit? Vhat deed my dahling have to say?” she inquired. “There’s a ball to marry off the Prince.” shouted Charella. “ChaRELLa!” came AM’s voice from upstairs. “GET YOUR SORRY BUTT UP HERE! I NEED TO FIND A DRESS!” Charella heaved a sigh. This would be an… interesting… week.
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Post by Hermedy on Jul 30, 2004 17:20:58 GMT -5
Pretty cool. Good work.
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Post by timartwonis on Jul 30, 2004 17:26:47 GMT -5
V. good. I love it. *glomps story*
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Post by Whales on Jul 30, 2004 18:30:13 GMT -5
Who's playing the prince? *hint hint* I think it's great. *Gives balloon*
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Post by Scam on Jul 30, 2004 21:15:52 GMT -5
hahaha, this rocks. keep going! ^.^
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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 31, 2004 16:14:02 GMT -5
Who's playing the prince? *hint hint* Pfft, you're gonna have to do a LOT more flattering if you want to be the prince. So does this mean you like Charlotte? Hmmm...
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Post by aqueousmartini on Aug 1, 2004 0:26:36 GMT -5
Part 3 “So, Charella, going to the ball with anyone?” Tragedy asked smoothly as Charella scrubbed the kitchen floor. “Pfft, of course not,” AM broke in. “Who’d want to go with her, anyway?” Charella sighed and tried in vain to shut the lousy vermin out. “Hey, I’d go with her!” he said, looking down at Charella. AM made a gagging noise and quickly left. “Hey, I have to remember that when I want her to leave,” muttered Charella under her breath. Then she straightened up. “And, no, Tragedy, I am NOT going to the ball with you. Not ALL the girls want you. Not even some of them.” Tragedy stomped huffily out of the room. However, by tomorrow night, Charella would have gone with Tragedy just to say she was going to the ball. Even though ALL the fair maidens in the land had been invited, Mommy Dearest Kate seemed to think that Charella wasn’t fit to be within five hundred yards of the Prince. She watched sadly as they departed for the ball. Even Tragedy had managed to find a date. Wow, that girl must have been desperate. Charella wouldn’t admit it, but she’d had so many dreams of becoming a princess. Now they were crashing down around her. “Done moping? We have a lot of work to do,” said a voice from behind her. Charella shrieked and whipped around. Standing in the middle of the parlor was a slightly translucent person… with wings? “Um, pardon my ignorance, but… who the heck are you?” Charella asked warily. “I’m your fairy godmother, silly!” said the woman. “Well, actually, I’m the ghost of your fairy godmother, but that’s a long story. Would you like to hear it? Oh, and you may call me Swans.” Charella barely had time to blink before Swans had started again. “So, now, you’ll need a dress. I’d suggest some sort of disco-wear, but seeing as that’s not to come for another few centuries, we’ll settle for a nice gown. And before she knew what was happening, Charella found herself waving goodbye to Swans and sailing swiftly down the river in a swan boat.
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Post by Scam on Aug 1, 2004 21:21:48 GMT -5
hee, awesome. *waits for next part*
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Post by Addieor on Aug 2, 2004 17:01:02 GMT -5
That was GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAATTT! You must write more ! Purleeeease?!
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