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Post by timartwonis on Jun 18, 2004 16:58:07 GMT -5
A map? That's not a bad idea at all. I should try that. I know. hehe. it would be very helpful. I can't believe he admitted that I had a good idea!
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Post by Shaffuru! on Jun 18, 2004 17:17:54 GMT -5
That was good, Tragedy. : ) Well-written (the story's got personality..), and it cheered me up a lot (funnnny). The part James quoted though... that was weird. But anyway.. can't wait for the first chapter. ^_> (By the way, your "leader houseworkers" have AWESOME names. I wish my name was Francisco, Manuel or Edna. : D)
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Post by Whales on Jun 18, 2004 17:21:10 GMT -5
Yeah, Manuel would be a great name... Can I have a room by the pool?
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Post by Rikku on Jun 18, 2004 17:28:34 GMT -5
you have such a cool house Trag it's great so far! can't wait to read more!
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Post by Zombie-chan on Jun 18, 2004 17:57:57 GMT -5
Awesome story! It's cool how you've managed to get so many people in it already, even though it was just the prologue. I can't wait to see what happens in the future; this will be fun. My questions: how long do you intend to keep the story going, are people going to be killed off, and where's the library?
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Post by Colton on Jun 18, 2004 19:16:12 GMT -5
[sing]The Love Shack is a little ole' place where...[/sing] .. Oh, sorry. Yes, very well-written, entertaining, and you did an excellent job including everyone wihtout rushing through introductions. I believe a flash snow-storm would be a good touch, possibly a surprise on christmas eve. It would make the situation more romantic too, and bring new emotions out among members. ;D
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 20:06:55 GMT -5
Wow! I'm so happy you're all enjoying it. Don't expect to be mentioned in every chapter. But I will try my hardest. Many of you will get your own chapters (usually paired with another member or two) but some won't. I'm going to try Nymphia, no one will die. The story will go on until I'm tired of writing. The library... It's on the top floor but I can't get a shot of it Sorry. Dad won't let me. Laurach will be up in an hour or two.
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jun 18, 2004 20:11:56 GMT -5
will the old members like me toodles ron vskb and others get our own chapter?
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 20:21:45 GMT -5
will the old members like me toodles ron vskb and others get our own chapter? It's not on the top of my to-do list, but I'll try my best.
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jun 18, 2004 20:28:22 GMT -5
sweet!
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:40:06 GMT -5
Chapter 1 is ready. Here you go.
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:40:30 GMT -5
Chapter 1- LaurachDAY 1: December 19 This first story is not about Tragedy giving Sam badly needed bass lessons. It’s not about how a certain maid named Marsellini walked into her bedroom to find a shocked “messy sandwich” lying on her bed. It is not about how Colton and Allison came out of the pink playhouse sweating (from the heat? ), and how a crowd of newer members pointed and laughed at them as they exited quickly. It is not about Kimia falling face down off the swingset and Aimee laughing at her, and it is certainly not about Tyler being sad because he had no fish to wank on. This particular chapter is not about how Sergio ended up kicking the ball right into Rikku’s face and how a team of maids had to carry her off into the kitchen for some ice and smelling salts, or how Luckylemon, Lembas, Songbird, StinkyPanda, Whales, Lauren2, ginnyriddle, MyNamesJacques and Asmodeus Snicket crowded onto the field for an intense volleyball match. This first chapter is about two very special members, Zach/Klaus and MambaduMal/Lauren.
Zach/Klaus had really gotten a raw deal. First of all, his parents had given him a hard time about coming. They didn’t want him going to a persons house hundreds of miles away for the holidays, especially since he had never actually met the host in person.
Then, as he lived in Oklahoma, he flew to Tragedy’s house from a completely different point. Most of the members flew out from New York, Los Angeles, Sydney or London. However, Zach had to endure a flight sitting on the same plane as Swans, who lived in Texas. They met had Miami and flew from there. Zach had to endure a flight of endless chatter and comments of how he looked like a Precious Moments figurine. Sure, swans was cute. But that didn’t give her the right to flap her lips for 6 straight hours about... things he just didn't give a damn about. Like that artistic loser- I mean cool guy, Rufus. They arrived about 2 hours later than the first arrivals.
Zach was thoroughly drained from his flight with Jessica. He needed some quiet time before dinner, which he knew would be a loud, energetic affair. Zach left Chris to his Mario-vandalizing pursuits down in the basement and went up to Tragedy’s study, where he found Sam, Trish and Tragedy, who was giving bass lessons to Sam.
“Hey Tragedy, may I use your computer? Nice guitars, by the way. And you have an amazing house. Thanks for having us.”
“Thanks. Sure, use this one right here,” said Tragedy, pointing to the study computer to his left.
“Do you have one somewhere more private?” he asked pointedly.
“Sure, take a right from this door and continue up the flight of stairs on the left. I don’t want to know why you want a computer in a private place though.”
“Hahaha. Nothing like that. It’s just that Sam here sucks at the bass so much I can’t bear to hear another second of it. I might kill myself.” Trish rolled her eyes as if to say, “I know what you mean.” She was too kind to hurt Sam’s feelings though.
Zach found the top level study with no problem. However, Tiffany, Kimia and Whitney were having an animated conversation about their hair on the balcony. Kimia had been separated from Aimee after Aimee had ridiculed her for falling off the swingset facefirst. She was still furious, but pretended to be happy by talking about this amazingly cute hairdresser she knew back in London. ANYWAY.
Zach quickly sealed the sliding glass door, gave them a scorching look and sat down. He checked his e-mail, sent a message to his parents assuring them of his safety, and then he went on 667 Dark Avenue, just for fun. The forum was almost empty. It would be for the next week or two.
He browsed Menacing Miscellaneous, and found a topic that he vaguely remembered. It was titled “Who You Like on 667” and it can be found here: asoue.proboards11.com/index.cgi?board=jock&thread=1085597223&action=display&start=0.
On the third and fourth page, he found a comment he had said to Lauren.
“Lauren....You love me?I always knew it. I LOVE YOU TOO YOU SEXY B!!! So, do you think you can meet me tonight at the Hampton Inn? For some poning. -pone”
Zach remembered writing this vaguely. It felt to him as though it had been years ago. He read this and began to think. There was no doubt he had been joking at the time. After all, he and Lauren had always been a joke-item on 667 before she and Tragedy had started getting close.
Or had he? He sat there for a few dazed minutes, thinking only of Lauren.
Upon meeting Lauren at the airport, he had found himself oddly shy. He found he could not make the funny, dark and witty remarks he made to her online. Why was it? Was he indimidated by her good looks? And why was it that he was thinking about her, and no one else? He shut down the computer. He could not be this brooding if he were to have a good time under the hospitality of Tragedy (who, by the way, was an amazing, awesome, cool, funny, interesting host). He was here to have a good time, and he needed to find some energy in himself, and stop worrying about things.
He walked all the way back to the ground floor, walked across the grass and sat down by the birdhouse for a bit of fresh air. He sat watching Tyler play with the dog. Ann was still making fun of him. “YOU STUPID FISH FUGGING FREAK. STOP GRINNING AT THE DOG LIKE THAT. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE THE DOWN SYNDROME.”
“Play nice, Ann,” he called with a smirk on his face.
She rolled her eyes.
Lauren had not had the most favorable of journeys either. Her flight from Maine to New York was okay since she had flown alone, but she had sat next to Charlotte on the flight from New York, and you know how that is. Charlotte did not shut up AND Charlotte had smelled terrible from her flight from New Jersey to New York. Apparently she had sat next to an airsick fat man who threw up on her. She smelled awful. Plus she kept harping on about how her ears kept popping, how she hated her sister, how she used to get sick back in third grade because of allergies, and how her dad needed to buy her softer toilet paper. By the end of the flight, Lauren had been driven to the brink of insanity. The girl was a menace. Her mouth never shut. Also, travel was just plain stressful for her, and she got airsick easily. Lauren needed some time alone for a while, and gather up some energy for the days to come.
Lauren listened to Kate talk about her flight experience, and how cute she thought Tyler and Chris were. They were sitting barenaked in the steaming sauna, which was right next to the pool room. They could hear Skalu/James squeal as Jack stuck the cue up his butt over and over. Lauren found she was all talked out. She couldn’t even converse normally with her best friend on 667. Her flight with Charlotte had completely drained her of strength. Lauren got up suddenly and started clothing herself.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” she said quickly.
“Where are you going?” Kate demanded.
“Well… I need to go get. Something. The thing. Now. ”
“Okay. I love it when I know exactly what you’re talking about,” said Kate, rolling her eyes.
“I think I’ll just go take a walk. See you at dinner. May I take your feather boa? It might be a bit chilly out there. It’s getting late.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbled Kate, closing her eyes and basking in the warm sauna. She was having too good a time to let her best friend’s fussy mood bother her.
Lauren walked out of the sauna, with the purple boa clutched in her left hand. She passed the Brit Boys (Dupin, James, Jack, Scotty, Mental and Asmodeus) playing team pool, passed the breakfast room, where Sam was pigging out on American brownies, and proceeded down the stairs, past the garage and the basketball court and into the cooling night air. It was nearly 6:30. She walked by Tyler, was holding back Beija the Labrador Retriever as she launched yet another attack on the malodorous Charlotte, who still desperately needed a shower but had no idea where the washroom was, since no one wanted to get close enough to her to give proper directions. Ann was howling with laughter, being no help at all.
Directly in front of her, she saw Zach sitting next to the birdhouse. All of a sudden, her ridiculous surroundings disappeared. He was even cuter than he looked in pictures, sitting there all alone, she thought. He had the most adorable face and a nice head of brown hair to go with it. She felt a sudden urge to be with him. They had only exchanged a few words on the bus. She approached him slowly and flopped down into the grass.
“Hey Zach,” she said tiredly. She was so exhausted.
“Hello. You look sad. Would you like a fug? I mean a hug?” He was regaining a bit his humor.
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:40:47 GMT -5
Chapter 1 Continued
“Hehe. I’m not sad, just a bit tired. I sat next to Charlotte on the plane and she drove me nuts. Plus traveling is just tiring, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Same here. I was with swans. I may never talk to her this whole vacation because I’m so tired of hearing her jabber. And my parents gave me a hard time about coming down here.”
“What matters is that you’re here now.” She said happily. “Besides, we shouldn’t complain right? I mean Tragedy’s been so generous, to have us over here.”
“Yeah, Tragedy is a GREAT, WONDERFUL guy. It’s an amazing place too. Sort of like a resort. We’ll have a good time.”
They sat in silence. In the distance, they heard an uproar from the other side of the grounds. Neggy had madamluna lying on the ground at spork-point, and the maids were cheering over her victory. “Only one can own Professor Calculus,” she was saying. “And I am that one.” Madamluna was sobbing piteously. But Zach and Lauren didn’t know this. They wouldn’t hear about it until dinner.
“I wonder what that was,” said Zach vaguely. He didn’t actually care. He was watching Lauren’s face in the growing darkness. She really was gorgeous with her pretty face, striking blond hair and stunning body.
Zach made a stab at conversation again. “Nice boa. It’s so. Feathery. And. Purple.”
“Thanks, but it’s actually Kate’s,” said Lauren. She was feeling too self-conscious to indulge in conversation with the cute boy sitting next to her.
The grounds were quiet. Everyone had moved inside, because the day was darkening quickly. Lauren had not noticed when Tyler had locked the dog away in its house. Zach had not noticed Charlotte had run back into the house screaming about the dog. Neither had noticed that Ann had also disappeared. The British members had all gone to bed, feeling a bit jetlagged. Dinner was probably being served.
Then, as Zach was just thinking about suggesting they go inside to eat, lights flashed on all around them, filling the grounds with a soft white glow. Manuel the groundskeeper had switched on the outdoor lighting.
“Wow,” gasped Lauren. The lights were very impressive. There were lights on every tree, and they also made a sort of pathway back to the house. They could also see the soccer field, fully lit, where Sergio was still kicking the ball furiously, angry at himself for nearly breaking Rikku’s nose, and angry at the other members for always pairing him with boys in fics.
As the silence rung in his ears, Zach felt a solemn resolve form down in the pit of his stomach. He gazed at Lauren. She was even more beautiful than she was in her pictures. Her hair glowed and her face shined with a glamour no photo could ever capture.
“Hey Lauren,” he choked. He felt like a big bumbling loser.
“Hey Zach!” she chimed. She knew exactly what he was feeling, and she was glad to be on the receiving end this time.
“No… uhhhh. You know it’s a beautiful night, I mean day. I mean night. Evening night. Beautiful evening. The moon is beautiful. And uhhhh you are uuummmm yeah you sure are hmmm yeah. Sure definitely yes alright. Yeah.”
Lauren smiled confidently. Although she was shy at times, Zach had always made her feel at home, and she could tell that he liked her very much. He had lost his nerve, but she had not.
She moved a bit closer to him. “It’s a bit chilly,” she stated coyly..
Zach swallowed. His heart was beating so hard he could barely hear himself think. He began talking fast, in a high, panicked voice. “Funny, you know. Won’t be snowing down here on Christmas because Tragedy told me it never snows down here because you know it so uhhh hot I mean its cold tonight. No White Christmas for us no sir it won't. Yeah! That’s what he told me he sure did. But it’s really hot. Yeah. Cold. Chilly hot. Red hot cold. Chili Peppers. But still its night time and its sort of cold and would you like to borrow my pone- I mean my jacket?” he finished embarassedly, trying to bring the conversation back down the Earth.
“You know…” said Lauren thoughtfully, interrupting Zach’s incoherent prattle. “It’s not really cold for me at all. Up in Maine, we have temperatures like 60 degrees lower than now at night. This is nothing. But…” She thought about it, and realized she had said the wrong thing. “Yeah, actually you know I’m sort of cold. May I borrow your pone? I mean your jacket?” She smiled.
Zach sat still, basking in the radiance of Lauren’s beauty. It was like a warm glow. It was like sitting next to the radiator on a cold winter morning. “Uuhh yeah sure. Anytime. Here you go.” He just sat there, starting at her, the jacket still wrapped around his body.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He just sat there… hypnotized.
“But Zach, you haven’t given me your jacket.”
“But. What? Oh yeah. Sorry about tha-.”
Lauren, feeling a rush of courage like she had never felt before, suddenly drew in towards Zach and they pressed lips. Zach’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he registered exactly what was happening. Lauren’s eyes were closed shut, feeling warmer and safer against Zach’s body. Their mouths opened for some hot tongue action which would be imprudent for me to describe. The seconds passed, and they were still bound together by the mouth.
Whispering could be hear in a bush behind the birdhouse. Then a rustle and a flash of white light. They stopped their prolonged kiss, pulling apart and turned around slowly. Out popped Swans and Pandora, both wearing ridiculous amounts of dark green paint on their faces. Each was dressed from head to foot in black clothing.
“HEHEHHEE! Swans, did you get a good shot?” giggled Pandora.
Leaves crackled in the distance, drawing the attention away from swans and Pandora’s startling appearance. A shadowy figure had come out of the side door.
“LAUREN!!!! I’m cold! Where’s my feather boa?” shouted Kate across from the house. The four of them turned around to look at her.
“LAUREN! You magikarp! You’re out kissing this midget while your friend’s neck is becoming frostbitten in this amazingly warm weather. Get out of here!” shrieked swans in mock disgust. She pulled Lauren back onto her legs.
“We’ll talk later, Zach,” whispered Lauren endearingly, pecking him on the cheek.
Zach, too shocked by what had happened to react, watched as Lauren stood up and trotted back across grounds to the side entrance, swans and Pandora tailing her and bombarding her with questions. He could still hear swans and Pandora chattering.
“Lauren, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” asked swans.
“Tragedy better lock their bedrooms so that they don’t have a ‘moonlit meeting’,” said Pandora. “OOOOHHHHH! I bet you're already thinking about how the pool table is a likely spot, aren’t you Lauren!” shrieked Pandora.
“Oh, disgusting! But hey maybe if Zach and Lauren dirty up the pool table enough, Tragedy will buy me a new pool table! I saw this really cute one in the Restoration Hardware catalogue," said a giddy Swans.
“Tell me, why would Tragedy buy you a pool table just because his becomes dirty. How does that make sense at all?” asked Lauren sourly, a bit annoyed that swans and Pandora had ruined her moment with Zach. They ignored her, too absorbed in their gossip.
"Oh, you haven't heard? The pool table is already covered in James’ anal juices from when Jack was poking his bum with a cue stick!” said Pandora.
“WHAT? Anal juices? Poking the bum? Nevermind, I don't even want to know," replied Swans with a look of disgust on her face.
“Are you sure? I heard Tyler took a picture of the table before the maids cleaned it up," said Pandora as she grabbed the camera and flashed the light in swans’ face. “AHHHHHH, I’M MELTING!!!” yelled swans.
The back of Lauren’s neck was turning red rapidly, her golden locks rippling behind her in the night breeze. She didn’t look back. She didn’t have to. Zach sat there in the grass, listening to the birds tweet in the looming trees and looked up at the twinkling stars in the clear night sky, thinking only of Lauren. He knew that his stay would be fine. Great, even. He had found his energy, he had found something he enjoyed more than tormenting Mario, AND he had found someone he could talk to without being driven mad. He was starting to regain his swagger too, his humor and coolness coming back to him. He stood up slowly, stretched and walked briskly into the house, ignoring Mario’s unconscious body lying forgotten in the grass. It was time for dinner, and Zach was starving.
Across the grass a bit, near the boundaries of his family's property, Tragedy put the basketball on the ground and stopped shooting. He had been watching the entire silly, endearing scene and no one had noticed. He was watching the four figures retreat back into the house. Zach, following Lauren, who was flanked by the two painted clowns. This was going to be an interesting holiday.
It is 7:00 on December 19th. Vacation has only just started.
COMING SOON: Chapter 2 – AnnLer (tentatively)
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Post by QuagmireSnicket on Jun 18, 2004 22:10:54 GMT -5
w00t! I got to hang out with James and Dupin. But how could Tyler lock up the dog? I thought he was in the sauna with Sergio? Unless he got out or something...
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 22:14:25 GMT -5
w00t! I got to hang out with James and Dupin. But how could Tyler lock up the dog? I thought he was in the sauna with Sergio? Unless he got out or something... Whoaaa... You're SO confused. Someone needs to re-read the prologue. Sergio is playing soccer. KATE AND LAUREN are in the sauna. Tyler is playing with the dog.
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