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Post by Jad on Apr 11, 2005 16:54:07 GMT -5
Cast, in rough order of appearance, but there'll be more people in it Derik Char Celinra Antenora J M BSam Dante Robert (so far) Derik walked up the library stairs and held the door open for a girl, who was around his age. He adjusted his towel, which was draped over his shoulders like a cloak. Colin was a remarkable towel; a sexy blue towel. The girl was busy taking pictures of herself on the third step from the top. She seemed unaware of anything but herself and the camera, so Derik cleared his throat and said "Um" to get her attention. She looked up, said "Hi!" and walked into the library. Derik stopped leaning against the door and let it shut behind him. It was empty, except for an old man sitting at a table doing a crossword puzzle and a young female librarian. Derik checked his watch. It was 12:31. He was only half an hour late; very good, he thought, considering he had to make up a lie to go to New York from New Jersey for a book, travel, getting lost about 15 times. But no way could they have all gone in half an hour. Derik felt very nervous and, taking Colin from his shoulders, clutched his towel for support. What if he was in the wrong library? What if he was in the wrong state? What if it was the wrong time or day or some very mean joke or they had all been kidnapped? The librarian hissed and beconed to them. Derik walked over, but noticed Char was too busy taking of the inside of her mouth and, suddenly becoming aware of the boy and librarian waiting for her, walked forward. "Young ladies," said the librarian. "Have you been good to your mothers?" "Hey!" Derik barked, offended, as he put Colin back aroound his shoulders. "And the question is, has she been good to me?" "No." Char said. "My mum was all like "clean your room" and I said "It's only messy 'cuz Tori was in it" and she said "Don't blame Tori" and I was like "But it's HER fault! Make HER clean it!" and--" "Close enough," Said the librarian, and led them to a back room.
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Post by Charles Vane on Apr 11, 2005 20:14:17 GMT -5
Yay. But you didn't mention Pandora yet. And you left again?
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Post by Celinra on Apr 11, 2005 21:32:26 GMT -5
I like it so far. And it's funny because Char is, like, dead-on in your characterization of her. I'm eager to see more.
Except apparently, you left, which is sad.
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Post by Dante on Apr 12, 2005 1:19:33 GMT -5
It's a real pity that you left, as this looked like it would be very interesting.
Although it would have been ages until I was in it, anyway...
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Post by PJ on Apr 12, 2005 1:29:43 GMT -5
Seems interesting. When's the part where I come in? ;D
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Post by sweet teat of love on Apr 12, 2005 12:18:59 GMT -5
You know what's really sad, yesterday before I even saw this I was taking pictures of the inside of my mouth.
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Post by j42 on Apr 12, 2005 12:37:04 GMT -5
They walked down a flight of ugly, white, metal stails and then another and another. Then, the stairs reamined ugly and metal but they were green and then, there was a different staircase entirely: green, wood and winding. Derik's jaw dropped, he stopped on the top stairs and Colin slipped from his shoulders and fell in a heap on the floor. Char was talking about how the stairs leading to the community room in her library were like the first few staircases but not like this one; and one time there was like, mud or dog crap on the stairs and Abigail stepped in it and tracked it all throughout the library. Celinra placed her sword under Colin, lifted it and held it out to Derik. "Is this your's?" "Oh, yeah, thanks." Derik said, dazedly taking Colin from the tip of Celinra's katana. "Well, let's go. We still have another flight." They walked down the winding staircase which was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very long. When they finally reached the floor, Derik collapsed, panting, wiping himself with Colin. "Antenora, we have two new ones." Celinra said. She stood in front of a wooden door which had a large VFD insigna carved in the center. "Dante?" Antenora said, hopefully. "No, Char and Derik." "Oh, well just as good." Antenora said, and she opened the door.
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Post by j42 on Apr 12, 2005 13:23:26 GMT -5
It was a large, well-furnished room, and there were many people. Derik and Char said "hi" to all the people they could recognize. "Hi J, hi M, hi PJ, hi Robert, hi Ila, hi Ashley, hi Ashley, hi Alice, hi--" and then there was a loud thud. Something, or someone, was falling down several flights of stairs and then a very handsome, possibly hungover Australian man fell through the open door. In contrast, a younger man was climbing slowly, gracefully down the stairs. "Some people did not want me to make it, apparently." He said, examining his bloody sword. "Lots of people didn't want me to make it," Jenna muttered. "But they didn't attack me or anything." "Anywhere I can clean this?" Dante asked. "Just wipe it on the table cloth." PJ said. "Dante!" Antenora exclaimed. All the other girls squeed and mewed. "And I can put this...?" Dante asked. "Under the table, where the rest of them are." Antenora said. Dante tossed his sword on a pile of swords, fountain pens and various other weaponry before flinging himself into a chair. "So...what do people do at these social event things?" Dante asked. Sam muttered something about minors as he downed a beer. "Well...I was thinking--and I could understand if you all say no, but...well, maybe we can sort of...start our own little secret society or something." Antenora said. "I'll have to ask my parents what time I can stay 'til." J said. "We can be free to pursue our own hobbies and interests, without the interferance of the outside world. Make our own VFD. A place where the world is quiet and we can read good books, listen to good music, debate and exchange witty Wildean remarks. There'll be only choice Republicans and choice Democrats. It will be our own world, with our own rules. "The problem with entire countries is that a, they're too populated and b, it's too varied and diverse. People don't get along. But when a small number of intelligent, like-minded people who like each other, and can tolerate each other, get together, they can cooperate. Now, of course there's nothing wrong with diversity. But when you're able to pick and choose people, it's much easier. So we can have Republicans and Democrats, Christains and Atheists, as long as they're smart and tolerant, not like...Seuss or Snicket." "This sounds great, but what are we going to do about our families?" Alice asked. "I thought about that. I couldn't really think of anything. We could push them aside for convinence's sake, for now." "Huzzah!" They agreed. "And if we have problem, we can always IM the Elders for help." Antenora said. "The Elders?" Sam asked. "Yes. Kobolos and Swans." Sam whimpered. "Can you at least pretend to ask me for help? To make me feel better?" "Alright, Sam." "Yay."
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Post by Alice Wilde on Apr 12, 2005 14:07:21 GMT -5
(:
Welcome back, J. And, yay, I'm in here, too!
This looks to be a very groovy, wonderful, and/or great fic. I adore the idea of a secret society, and I liked the part where Dante comes in with a bloody sword.
Please please please please write more.
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Post by BSam on Apr 12, 2005 20:41:26 GMT -5
"And if we have problem, we can always IM the Elders for help." Antenora said. "The Elders?" Sam asked. "Yes. Kobolos and Swans." Sam whimpered. "Can you at least pretend to ask me for help? To make me feel better?" "Alright, Sam." "Yay." i like that bit but i think i'm beginning to get typecast slightly
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Post by Celinra on Apr 12, 2005 21:47:04 GMT -5
You rock. I really like it so far, and can't wait to see more!
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Post by PJ on Apr 13, 2005 4:42:18 GMT -5
"Just wipe it on the table cloth." PJ said. YAY! Wiping!
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Antenora
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Post by Antenora on Apr 13, 2005 4:51:20 GMT -5
I like this so far, J. I love the idea of 667ers forming a secret society.
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Post by PJ on Apr 17, 2005 2:59:12 GMT -5
Write more, dammit!
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Post by j42 on Apr 17, 2005 8:28:12 GMT -5
So, Char bought the library and that would be used as their headquarters. They reorganized the library so that the thirty 667ers could live there. They wouldn't compromise the amount of books in the library, even the children's books or the books of government lies, but they managed. They pooled all their money together, moved the shelves, books, chairs, etc, faked their deaths and made new idenities--all this without a problem. All the 667ers were happy then they ever were, and they were all cooperating and working together--even J and M, Trag and J, and J and everyone else. But then they started working on what to name their society. "We should call it Lotteland." Char said. "Or Charville. Or Charvillelotteland." "No, we should call it...uhm..." J said. "Well, not Charville." "Notcharville? OK, since my name is still in it." Char said. "No, we can't name it after a person." Antenora said. "What about 667 Dark Avenue?" Someone suggested. "No, not that. That name sucks." Tragedy said. "What about...Avia...?" J said. "It sounds like a brand of water." PJ said. "What about It?" Derik said. "No, It's a stupid name." Ila said. "What's a stupid name?" M chirped, laughing at her stupid joke. J hit her head against a desk. "Well, if we can't think of a name, how are we going to form a functioning society?" Dante said. Antenora was desperately hopeful. "The hardest part of forming any society is thinking of a name. After that, it's easy." "Let's just call it VFD." Skalu said. "But what does VFD stand for?" Dupin said. "It stands for Volunteer Fire Department." MynameisJacques said. "No, it doesn't! It can stand for many things--" Dante said, but was cut off by J, who said "It stands for Volunteers FIghting Deleteriousness." "WE'RE NOT GOING TO LOSE OUR SOCIETY BECAUSE OF SILLY DISPUTES OVER NAMES!" Celinra said. "We'll call it VFD. Just VFD. And its meaning will be special to its holder." They all agreed on that.
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