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Post by BSam on Feb 7, 2007 9:29:12 GMT -5
i'll post the short bhiut i wrote but someones gotta wrtite more really sworry guys pay attention peej, pester whoever is up next
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Post by Dear Dairy on Feb 7, 2007 9:46:04 GMT -5
Please, oh please! Don't let the story die! This is more painful than the Bloody Pen!
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Post by PJ on Feb 7, 2007 21:53:51 GMT -5
Sorry, Sam.
Sora, the list says. SORAAAAA!
Plzwritethx?
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Post by Sora on Feb 7, 2007 23:39:42 GMT -5
Part 14
Bella turned around and ran back into the store. No-one had said anything when she left, and she couldn’t have that now. She surveyed the room of the obnoxious fugly 667 members in disgust. She wanted to kill them all right this minute, but she knew that there was something far more important to take care of first. Somehow, the police had found out that she had killed Gigi (who’s ghost was still quietly chatting with J over a new banner theme she wanted to try), Jemima, that frat kid, and that annoying cab driver. They also had information about her, information that only three people in the world could give. Her parents, and Santa Claus. The first two needed to be dealt with, or else her entire operation would become compromised. Santa Claus would be more difficult to handle, but she was sure that by Christmas she would have penned that jolly candy man to Kingdom Come.
“Santa could see you when you’re sleeping, but he can’t see him self when you’re awake!” She called out triumphantly.
Shruti held her head in her hands. “I send my prayers to whatever poor parents spawned this thirteen year old nut job.”
“SIXTEEN!” she screamed “And those parents won’t be alive for long! I’ll kill them, then I’ll kill you all! I’ll kill you all! With my pen! After I go to 69 Frankeherst Place, Valencia California to kill my parents, then you will feel the wrath of a scorned admin! Lol! Firsst I’m going to touch all the ASOUE books in this store that I pretended to read to get respect with my ungloved hands CAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT!(She did this with much grandeur) Then I’m going! See you later! See you soon! Don’t go anywhere! Bye!” She gave the group one last roll of her eyes, and ran out the door in a screaming rage, drawing attention from everyone on the road.
The 667ers all looked at one another for a long while, then J said,
“Should I be the one to call the police, or does someone else want too? I’m sure we could ask someone on the street, half of New York had to of heard her entire plan.”
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Bella ran, as fast as her computer chair apathied legs would take her, to John F. Kennedy airport. The image of her parents mansion in flames burned through her mind, and she grinned in pleasure. She ran through the entrance door and through the lobby. She nearly reached the end of the lobby when an alert when blaring through the speakers of the airport.
“ALERT! A crazed thirteen..
“I’m SIXTEEN!”
“A crazed thirteen year old girl, named Bella, a.k.a. All Due Respect, is planning to commit murder in California, and may plan to use one of the planes in this airport! If anyone spots her, or her blood covered pen, please report it immediately! Innocent lives are at stake. That will be all. Enjoy your time at JFK International Airport.”
Bella raised her eyebrows. Clearly she hadn’t been as secretive as she had hoped. She knew what to do though. Triple posting in R. Role Playing Games had taught her a little something about alluding danger. She quickly ran behind a tall man, and asked,
“Sir, I’m so sorry to ask you about this, but I seem to have lost my bag. Would you mind helping me look for it?”
The man, who was about twenty-two, stared down at Bella, and chuckled lightly.
“Who would have guessed I would see you here, ol ADR.” the man said, in a strong Australian acccent. He smiled broadly at the girl, an pulled a beer out of his bag. “My day just keeps getting stranger. I was coming along to see them members who are in the congregation, and now I see you here lookin all pretty and psychopathic, and I ask myself, ‘Why do I live in Aussie, when New York seems so much more fun?’.
Bella looked at Sam confusedly. “Sorry, she said, “I don’t speak drunk-kangaroo people language.” “ Sam laughed at patted her on the shoulder. “It’s me darling, BSAM.”
Bella’s eyes widenened then squinted\in hatred. “You were sarcastic to me in a thread in MM!” she said sneeringly, “Now I must kill you for the embarrasment you caused me.” “ Sam raised his eyebrows. “Do what you must my dear ADR, but let me finish my drink first.”
“Hurry up then, I’ve got a plane to illegally board and hijack.” she tapped her foot impatiently as Sam slowly downed his beer, then finally, when he had taken his last brown sip, she dragged the man under the cover of corridor and stabbed him in the neck. He went down with a gasp, and fell over dead, within a minute. Bella was getting better at murder, and she was proud of it. She swiftly stole the man’s hat and coat, and then stole his tie and casually wrapped in around her head. The perfect disguise. she thought to herself. Then she hid the body under the desk of the nearest clear information centre, and took the plane ticket she had stolen off a woman in the international terminal entrance, and ran through a colourful customs and immigration montage, which included the stabbing of no fewer then six customs agents, and eight or nine witnesses, from which she landed herself upon a Boeing 747 bound for Vancouver, Canada (Don‘t ask how she managed to get anywhere without security taking her down, just accept the magic ofa canon story). The plane took off without a hitch, and during take-off, Bella’s cell hone began to ring. Bella didn’t much care for airport safety, what did she are if the people on the plane died? It wasn’t her problem to deal with.
“Hello, Bella the Bestest Admin eva, I pwn you speaking!”
“Bella, it’s your mother.” Bella hissed and glared at the phone. What did her good for nothing mother want with her now?
“Bella, I’m just calling to inform you that now that you’re a quadruple……what was that Edgar?……oh a quintuple murderess, we’ve taken the liberty of renting your room out. I hope you don’t mind too much.”
“You RENTED my room out? How dare you? How DARE you!? Who in the world did you rent it out too mother?”
Her mother coughed into something for a moment then said, “Oh he’s a nice boy, you’d like him dear. He’s a college boy, around eighteeen or nineteen, going to Stanford. His name is something funny, I can’t quite place it. Molon, I think it was, or perhaps Millie…..”
“Tragedy!” Bella screamed into the phone.
“Yes that’s it. Tragedy. What a lovely name don’t you think? Well anyway, he’s stayng with us over the summer. I’d just thought I’d ring and tell you before you get shipped off to jail with no parole for twenty years. Have a nice day dear, and don’t get into too much murder. It’s bad for your soul dear. Au Revoir then.” Bella’s mother then hung up, and Bella was left to think on what her mother had just told her. So Tragedy AND her parents were at the same place! She could kill three birds with one pen! She needed to get there now though, there could be no delay. With that, she got out of her seatbelt and ran down the aisle, hollering at the top of her voice and weilding her bloody pen in one hand.
She got to the front of the plane with few interruptions. Most passengers she passed thought she was just a annoying little girl pretending to be flying a plane up through the aisles. It wasn’t till she nearly reached the cockpit door was she finally stopped by someone. It was a young flight attendant, with akind yet practical look to her. She stood in front of the door with her arms crossed, looking sown at Bella with a stern glare.
“Little girl, I’m sorry to interrupt your fun with that imaginary plane in your hand, but its disturbing the passengers on this real one. I’m going to have to ask you to sit down.”
Bella looked at her with a half glazed over rabid dog like stare. She was not to be dettered from her mission to hijack this flight.
“Get out of my way you idiot really cool member, or I’ll b forced to stab you with my pen!”
The woman looked from Bella to the pen, which was congealing with the blood of it’s latest victims, and sighed.
“Are you going to kill me All Due Respect, like you killed Disturbing Discussiion by putting it under MM’s heading?”
Bella stared at the woman, saliva falling from her mouth. “What you talking about? Who the heck are you?”
“It’s Dear Dairy, you idiot. From 667.”
Bella screamed even louder and plunged forward with her knife. “DD was pure evil! It talked about sex and drugs and politics and all the other stuff I think is icky and complicated! DIE!” She really was becoming psychopathic at this point. Dear Dairy crumpled to the floor with a moan. (For those of you keeping a running total, this marked Bella’s twentieth murder.) She banged on the door of the cockpit. At first she thought she was going to yell out OPEN the (damn) DOOR!, but thought it better to be polite, in an effort to get them to open the door.
“Um hello? This is um, Regena, one of the flight attendants, and I have your food for you! Open up please!”
“No she’s not! She’s a revengeful possibly PMS driven ex-admin……
Bella kicked Dear Dairy’s moaning body in the stomach before she could say anymore.
“Ignore that woman, she’s just a jealous sad little piece of white trash. Let me in please!”
“White Trash? Who are you trying to be? Black?”
“Why won’t you just DIE!” Bella screamed at Dear Dairy and stabbed her again this time in the stomach. Dear Dairy fell back down again, motionless.
“Open up, please!”
“What the heck? You just killed one of our passengers? Why the hell would we let you in?”
Bella rolled her eyes. “Because I asked! Dur.”
“You know, your feet really smell. I know a great pedologist who might be able to help you with that….”
“Shut up! SHUT UP AND DIE! By the power of thy bloody pen, I order you to die!” She stabbed her again. There was a pause and then the man behind the door laughed. “Your killing people with a pen? Whoah, for a second there I thought you were an actual risk.”
Bella screeched then grabbed Dear Dairy by the arms and pulled her up. “I have a hostage here and I will kill her if you don’t let me in!”
“If it’s the woman you just tried to kill twice, then I’m not as inclined to trust you.”
“Then….then, I’ll……I’ll Write a letter to your supervisor! Telling them about the terrible service on this plane! Then you’ll have to fill out paperwork! How bout that, huh?”
There was a long pause, then the man said,
“Ok, ok…let’s not get hasty here. How about you go put that dear flight attendant in the first class part of the plane, then we’ll let you in.”
“Fine.” Bella grabbed Dear Dairy by her hair, and dragged her into the first class section of the plane, where everyone was cowering in horror at the spectacule they had just overheard. Bella threw her into a chair. Before she left though, she sized up Dear Dairy and said,
“How on Earth did you manage to stay alive? I should have killed you three times over.”
Dear Dairy smiled and said, “Long ago, a boy and I performed a risky surgery after we were both diagnosed with an incredibly rare brain disease. The doctor used a serious of inter-crainal electronic impulses to fuse our brains frequencies so that we both thrived off each other’s brain. In the off chance that one of us died though, the other would get the dead one’s full brain frequencies and power, before the dead one‘s brain died of course, thus giving them another separate, out of body brain. Despite the fact you’ve punctured my heart and throat and stopped blood flow to my brain, I still am living off the boy’s brain. That’s why I’m speaking in this slurred tone. I feel drunk. I think Sam drank right before he died….” with that she passed out, from what, most likely from extreme blood loss, and waited for her external brain wave lengths to restore some strength to her near dead body. Bella blinked in complete confusion, then turned on her heel and ran towards the cockpit. The door was open and she stormed in, where she promptly killed the co-pilot and took up his seat. She grabbed her pen and held it close to the pilot’s neck.
“Take me to Los Angeles Airport right now, or I WILL stab you.”
The pilot looked at her with a frown.
“Who would fly the plane if I was dead though.”
Bella paused at this, then shook her head and said, “Stop trying to confuse me! Just fly the (damn) plane!”
The pilot nodded, then took the controls and flew in silence. Bella relaxed back into her seat, and promptly began to sing.
[/i]“An Admin is going to be dead In my house Going to get him! Going far... How it must feel to be Loved from members abroad Typing as free as a really cool member With his 111 in the breeze.... Even those members in Pakistan Must be admiring him..... Admiring that idiot of a mod Tragedy!
Oh, Gods Oh, Gods Are you there?[/i]
The pilot interrupted her abruptly.
"Who the hell are you singing too?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "The gods of the internet of course. You know, the Google brothers, Tom the Myspace guy, that Kelly from YouTube, THe GODS of the cyberworld!"
"What can I do to get you to look down And give in? Oh, Gods Oh, Gods Hear my prayer I'm here on this plane With my pen aimed at a pilot And my fate in the air Waiting for death to begin!
[Pilot] Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
[Bella] Mama's concieted and Father Thinks he's all that
[Pilot] WTF? WTF? WTF?
[Bella] I'll be happy to see them dead With pen holes in their chests
[Pilot] Freak alert Freak Alert!
Shut up! [Bella] Happy to have what they have And to stay where they are
[Pilot] You're such a child...
[Bella] They'll never even look up When are I stab their hearts out!
An admin! Racing through my house! Racing to places I was meant to own That admin Oh when I arrive The plane will stop And off I'll hop And then you'll die....you'll DIE!
Oh, gods Oh, gods Please, be there Don't you remember Your little Bella from that forum Wake up! Look down! Hear my prayer Don't single me out as brilliant And then forget me...
Oh gods, oh gods Let me fly
[Pilot] That's what we're doing!
[Bela] Send me to murder Members no one before me has seen
[Pilot] Duh duh duh
[Bella] You showed me hope Show me why
[Pilot] Oh oh oh
[Bella] You get me to kill Like Charles Manson to a mall Then tell me to wait Well, I'm waiting...
[Pilot] Gods, she's 'Waiting'..
[Bella] Waitng for Death to Begin!
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Post by Shelly on Feb 8, 2007 0:42:16 GMT -5
*clap* Love the song!
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Post by PJ on Feb 8, 2007 1:38:33 GMT -5
Win!
That was seriously awesome, Sora, you should totally write more, and if you have, I'm terribly sorry for not having read it.
So, J./Betsy is next? Who wants to go afterwards?
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Post by BSam on Feb 8, 2007 6:05:42 GMT -5
that was cool, sorry for semi-bailing but i just wasn't in a mninset i felt comfortable writing in, i didn't know what would happen
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Post by C. on Feb 8, 2007 7:39:50 GMT -5
Hey, what happened to everyone else, like me? It was a good part though.
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Post by Dear Dairy on Feb 8, 2007 13:05:47 GMT -5
Oh, Sora! That was the most incrdible death scene I've ever read. Ever. And I've read a lot of death scenes. It's better than Hamlet's (O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit). Better than Mercutio's (A plague on both your houses! They have made worm's meat of me). Better than Othello's ( I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss).
Thank you, Sora! And now, Good night, Dear Dairy, and flight attendants sing thee to thy rest.
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Post by Sora on Feb 8, 2007 20:47:36 GMT -5
Thanks guys. I didn't really realise how long this was till I read it again just now.
Oh and as for everyone else, I thought that the bookstore bit wasn't really going anywhere, so I thought I'd just shift the focus for a little while, and take Bella to new places.
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Post by A. the Returned on Feb 9, 2007 2:55:48 GMT -5
That was awesome. yep.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Feb 9, 2007 10:37:46 GMT -5
Oh my goodness. OH. MY. GOODNESS. SORA WINS.
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Post by Gigi on Feb 9, 2007 10:39:10 GMT -5
Man! That Dear Dairy sure is one tough old broad! She just would not die!
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Post by Dear Dairy on Feb 9, 2007 12:45:10 GMT -5
Man! That Dear Dairy sure is one tough old broad! She just would not die! Well, I had some help from BSam's brain. *grins*
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Post by jemima on Feb 9, 2007 16:24:34 GMT -5
Just had to say that this is one of the best quotes EVER!
Sora, awesome writting, same for BSam, and then J's bit was outstanding; it's all been really fantastic, I love it all.
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