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Post by PJ on Mar 7, 2006 23:51:17 GMT -5
Nice, nice.
THE PLOT THICKENS.
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Post by SF on Mar 9, 2006 16:33:52 GMT -5
PJ and Jem had bumped into SetnicK right has they turned the corner to head o Antagonistic Affairs at the northern-most point on campus. After walking around a little while, they found Dupin running down the hallway (picture) of Gruesome Greetings.  Dupin noticed them, and was running up to them, “Hi… guys,” he said breathing heavily “I just had a meeting with Snicket Face about something. What are you guys doing all the way up here?” “Well, PJ remembered what he was thinking last night when he fell asleep.” Explained Jem, as she began turning pale again. PJ noticed the change in the skin color, and finished for her, “I think he may have been… murdered, Dupin.” “Oh…” Dupin said nervously, “…well what are we going to do?” “I’ve decided that we should go looking for him, and maybe while looking for him, we’ll stumble upon Antenora in the process.” “Well, why would anyone be all the way up here in AAffairs? Really the only people who come up here are n00bs and mods.” Asked Dupin. “That’s true… but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” explained PJ, “especially when it’s dealing with one of the most beloved moderators of 667’s life. I don’t want to take any chances. I'm beginning to think you don't want to find Dante, Dupin!” PJ had clearly made his point, as he stomped off in anger down the remaining part of the hallway and out the wooden door, to the next section of the campus—Ravaged Resources--before Dupin could utter one word. Ravaged Resources was an extremely old building, consisting mainly of a compilation of all of the papers people from 667 have written on different theories of theirs, and pamphlets to other organizations, giving them information (e.g. if they’re an enemy or not). By the time the others caught up, PJ was already done looking through Dastardly Documents, and was on to Conflicting Conjectures. You could tell that PJ was feeling anxious, and he was searching as though he already knew that he wouldn’t find Dante in here; he was beginning to think he would never find Dante—dead or alive. “He’s not going to be here… lets go check BBooks.” PJ said breathlessly. |
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 9, 2006 17:10:19 GMT -5
Whee! We have such a cool entrance hall.  Nice work. |
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Post by Dante on Mar 9, 2006 17:11:41 GMT -5
Cool picture. Oh, and the writing as well... Yeah, it was all good. Thanks for updating; I look forward to the next part.
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Post by PJ on Mar 9, 2006 17:56:45 GMT -5
OMGSDUPINISTHEMURDERERERER!!!!!!
Loved the picture. You need to write more.
Edit:
OMGS. I CAN SEE SOMEONE IN TEH PICTURE!
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter 
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Mar 9, 2006 18:18:53 GMT -5
Very cool. Dupin and PJ's argument is good, and it's quite well-written.
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Post by SF on Mar 9, 2006 20:25:51 GMT -5
OMGSDUPINISTHEMURDERERERER!!!!!! Loved the picture. You need to write more. Edit: OMGS. I CAN SEE SOMEONE IN TEH PICTURE! You still have much to learn, grasshopper. Yeah, I thought the guy in the picture was a nice touch. Thanks everybody, I'll write more when I can, which is doubtful for the remainder of today... lots of homework. |
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Post by jemima on Mar 10, 2006 9:13:31 GMT -5
OMGS. I CAN SEE SOMEONE IN TEH PICTURE! I know! And when you look at his hair, it oddly looks like someone... Yeah, keep writing. This is a very entertaining story. |
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Post by A. the Returned on Mar 10, 2006 9:25:22 GMT -5
I haven't read this for a while, I'm all caught up now and enjoying this story.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Mar 10, 2006 11:12:54 GMT -5
Beautiful. The picture's great, too. And I add my suspicions to those of PJ's. Dupin's acting very suspicious...
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Post by Dismay on Mar 10, 2006 15:42:03 GMT -5
 You're referring to me, aren't you. You could be put into that category, yes. Also, there is Dupin, and Dismay.  Its the whole homework thing. It takes forever. At least I'm not alone. Wonderful story. Mention fiberglass though, and I'll be very mad, unless its in a bow. I like archery. |
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Post by SF on Mar 10, 2006 17:20:25 GMT -5
The most exciting entry yet, I think.PJ was running now, down the street, and around the corner. The others could hardly catch up, and eventually they all just gave up. Dupin leaned against a lamppost(picture), looking very debonair, to catch his breath, as the other two stood around panting like dogs.  By the time they had all caught their breath, PJ had already been searching for 5 minutes around the first section of BBooks—Sardonic Series. Right as SetnicK reached for the door handle, PJ pushed from the other side, being very incautious, and slammed the door into SetnicK as she fell back into Jem’s arms. “PJ! Watch what you’re doing! You could have broken my nose!” PJ paid no attention, he didn’t even glance at her. He had this queasy feeling, like something was going to go terribly wrong—if it hadn’t already. For some reason PJ couldn’t help but being even more hostile to Dupin than ever before. “Hurry up George!” barked PJ, “You’re slowing us down!” Dupin ran as fast as he could. “I’m... sorry... PJ... my legs are cramping!” exclaimed Dupin breathlessly. Suddenly, PJ stopped. Jem had been looking at a mysterious person, hooded and cloaked--who look strangely familiar—while she walking by and ran right into PJ. “What the!?” said Jem not expecting PJ’s sudden stop. PJ again said nothing, this was unusual as normally anyone who touched PJ would get blasted with witty insults. He merely went up to Dupin, grabbed him by the collar, and pushed him up against the wall. “You know something,” said PJ giving Dupin a hateful glare, “you know something all the rest of us don’t, and I want to know now darn it!” “Okay! Okay! Just let me down,” Dupin said trembling as PJ raised his right fist holding Dupin’s neck in his left hand, “I’ll tell you!” PJ lowered Dupin back onto the ground. Dupin was thankful for the feeling of a hard surface beneath him. “Someone has been scheming against Dante,” said Dupin looking down at his recently polished shoes, “It’s another one of the moderators… but if I tell you… she’ll kill me too.” All three of their jaws—SetnicK’s, PJ’s, and Jem’s—dropped suddenly. It hit them like a ton of bricks. Their most beloved moderator was dead. Dante Rubens, had been murdered.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 10, 2006 17:32:22 GMT -5
Nice! So the murderer is a she, huh? *ponders who it could be* Gah! I think I know who it is.
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Post by jemima on Mar 10, 2006 17:39:09 GMT -5
I know who, me thinks.
MORE! This story just got way too exciting to quit right there! At least, hurry up with the next installment!
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Post by SF on Mar 10, 2006 17:40:09 GMT -5
I know who, me thinks. MORE! This story just got way too exciting to quit right there! At least, hurry up with the next installment! I quit right there on purpose to keep the suspense. *evil* |
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Nice work.
You're referring to me, aren't you.
