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Jul 14, 2005 5:01:04 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 14, 2005 5:01:04 GMT -5
“Ooh! Barbecue!” squealed M. J. groaned. It was the tenth barbecue they’d had to stop and stare at today. She estimated that they’d be in New York in about 10 days.
“We need to get to NYC.” She yelled helplessly. “ Sure, whatever you say.” Said M.
Suddenly a shadow drew a little closer to the car.
“Um. I think we should get moving.” Muttered J. nervously. M. was lost in a world populated by barbecues.
The shadow held what seemed like a sword. It was, in fact, much deadlier.
“Fly, you fool!” yelled J., grabbing the wheel and almost succeeding in crashing the car into a large tree.
The shadow broke into a run, waving something. It looked circular, yet it was hollow. A ring ,perhaps.. It had a little tag dangling from it.
“Greetings, J., M. You remember me, Celinra. I’d like you to meet a friend of mine: Hanakane.” Said Celinra. She waved the katana. “Iw as wondering. Could I hitch a ride with you two?”
J. nodded, dumbly and ,once Celinra had got in, shoved M. who came out of her trance in time to stop them from murdering an elderly lady with a large handbag.
Her name was Dotsie. She was an Agony Aunt.
Sorry about the delay. My computer's been on the blink for the last two days so I haven't been able to write or even just get on 667.
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Jul 14, 2005 5:26:32 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jul 14, 2005 5:26:32 GMT -5
Very humorous and good and etc.
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Antenora
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Jul 14, 2005 6:31:48 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jul 14, 2005 6:31:48 GMT -5
The mysterious rings are cool, and I liked the "lost in a world of barbecues" bit.
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Jul 14, 2005 17:08:46 GMT -5
Post by Alice Wilde on Jul 14, 2005 17:08:46 GMT -5
Celinra's katana! And, I do like the name Dotsie.
This is wonderful, Akbar.
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Jul 15, 2005 10:11:50 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 15, 2005 10:11:50 GMT -5
Grazie a, everyone. However, I'm a bit disappointed that no-one's noticed the TP allusion in my random tangeant in the last line.
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Jul 20, 2005 12:35:24 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 20, 2005 12:35:24 GMT -5
After sounding like an affetced, self-hating teenager for the past hour, I feel I owe you guys something for putting up with me. Bon Appetit!
A black limo raced up the long driveway. Out of the doors of the hospital came a man escorted by two pretty nurses. He was dressed in long black jeans and was wearing a stylish black polo shirt. His black hair was slicked back and he walked with the air of some one who thinks he’s the coolest thing on earth. On his finger was a large ring.
He got into the limo, blew kisses to the nurses and drove off, a sadistic grin on his face. He wiped his hands on a wet wipe.
The nurses were found in the bathroom two hours later, dead. They had poisoned darts in their necks.
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Ennui walked wearily into the pub, his hair matted, his impeccable Brooks Brother’s suit showing just the tiniest amount of wear.
“A French Rosé, please.” He said to the bartender, gingerly sitting on a barstool. The bartender cast him a fancy glance. In his head a voice was muttering, “ Too damn swish for a place like this, yeah.” In his mind, people in suits only existed on Park Lane and in the mysterious “New York”.
“Excuse me, but do you have any idea where the nearest airport is?” asked Ennui.
“That’ll be Luton, yeah. Five miles.” He replied gruffly.
The man slammed a ten-pound note on the table, took one last, long sip of his Rosé and walked out. He got into an old-fashioned Bentley and drove soundlessly off.
The bartender blinked.
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Antenora
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Jul 20, 2005 12:44:42 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jul 20, 2005 12:44:42 GMT -5
Very cool. I like the bartender's thoughts about suits.
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Jul 20, 2005 13:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Alice Wilde on Jul 20, 2005 13:37:49 GMT -5
I loved the part about the nurses. And, the French Rosé. And...well, the entire story.
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Jul 20, 2005 13:42:00 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jul 20, 2005 13:42:00 GMT -5
The deaths of the nurses were a nice touch, and I loved the bartenders thoughts also.
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Jul 20, 2005 18:22:07 GMT -5
Post by Charles Vane on Jul 20, 2005 18:22:07 GMT -5
Poor noors, I have an increased appreciation for them, they were a big help when I was volunteering today.
Yay for you.
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Jul 26, 2005 4:09:18 GMT -5
Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jul 26, 2005 4:09:18 GMT -5
Amber yawned, dragging a wheelie behind her through the mass of Heathrow. She’d just woken up, after spending 5 hours sleeping in the first class lounge, waiting for their flight. Kimia stood beside her, impatiently moving faster. As they waited past security, Amber looked behind her and thought she recognized some one. She had.
Akbar and Derik rushed up to them and greetings ensued. As they walked past security together, Amber shot Akbar a meaningful glance. He nodded, and showed her his ring. The numbers ‘667’ were glowing. As they boarded the plane, Kimia and Derik thanked Akbar and Amber for the tickets again, marveling out loud at the sheer co-incidence that they were traveling to the same place, at the same time, on the same plane. Thanks to a certain T.’s largesse, they were all in first class. As Amber settled into her seat, a malevolent grin passed over her face, to disappear quickly ,as Kimia sat down next to her.
T. would be pleased.
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As her plane began its descent, Antenora’s thoughts wandered. Why had Dante wanted her in that hotel? How had he found her after so long?
She yawned, and her gaze set upon the ring on her finger. So long. So long since she’d spoken to anyone from there, except for the cryptic email from Tragedy a few months back.
“We need you. New York.”
That was it. From those 5 words she was supposed to decipher the fate of all of 667.
She groaned. Who cared about Tragedy? It was all Dante now. So thinking, she delved back into her book, a tattered copy of “The Divine Comedy”…
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Dante burst onto the plane, stomping down the aisles to his allocated business class seat. As he passed, he noticed a familiar looking gentleman, dignified, yet a little pompous. He dismissed it as nothing.
There were more important things right now, he thought, as he turned his laptop on. He logged onto Tragedy’s new board and began to type…
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Ennui had noticed the glimmer of recognition in the eyes of the wiry man with the long red hair. He too dismissed it as nothing and sat down.
--------- But nothing is often something, and something very important too. Just how important, neither of them knew. Yet.
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Jul 26, 2005 4:17:33 GMT -5
Post by Sora on Jul 26, 2005 4:17:33 GMT -5
Ohh very mysteriouso. Sounds exciting, liked the ironic humour in Antenora's airline reading. Can't wait for more.
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Jul 26, 2005 6:16:51 GMT -5
Post by PJ on Jul 26, 2005 6:16:51 GMT -5
Cool-uality! I like how Dante and Ennui ignore each other.
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Jul 26, 2005 6:48:55 GMT -5
Post by Antenora on Jul 26, 2005 6:48:55 GMT -5
Very cool and mysterious. It seems I'll be meeting Dante soon, at last...
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Jul 26, 2005 10:23:55 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jul 26, 2005 10:23:55 GMT -5
More mysteries than I may... M-guess. For the sake of alliteration.
It's a good story; you know that.
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