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I was thinking,
I was thinking, we could start a new story chain. You make up a new character, but they CAN'T be from the 21st century (they'll wind up there later). They have to be related to someone famous but NOT an actor, actress, singer, etc.
Mine is: Dehlia Ludington.
Related to a heroine of the American Revolution: Sybil Ludington.
Lives in Fredericksburg NY, 1777
Suddenly transported to the 21st century.
Age: Unkown
Short length blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, exactly 5 feet, rather pale.
Personality: Quiet most of the time, yet speaks out passionately when its something she cares about, strong, dependable, loving.
Hope ya'll like my idea!
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age Unknown, Fredericksburg 1777
(November 20, 2012 - 5:12 pm)
(November 20, 2012 - 5:12 pm)
I just looked over the posts.Do we need to go to New York because that's where Fleix is from?
(March 18, 2013 - 4:47 pm)
Hmm. I don't know. L, did you have any plans as to why we should go to New York, or should we just make up a reason? I really don't mind either way. Also, Quintus wrote in on CaC, so, I'm hoping will write here soon. SC, too, cause, we really need something from our villian.
(March 18, 2013 - 5:40 pm)
I have been gone far too long. Let me catch up, and then Felix wil get back to you.
(March 18, 2013 - 6:33 pm)
*claps joyfully* Hooray!
(March 18, 2013 - 7:16 pm)
Yes! Now we can stop god-modding Filex!
Now if our villian comes back...
(March 19, 2013 - 6:11 pm)
Yes! SC has written in on CB lately, so.
(March 20, 2013 - 3:25 pm)
I will post! More often!
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Max
The morons were somehow managing to follow me. I don't know how they did it, but they'd managed to follow me to the hall. Whatever this place was, it was a pretty big city. I mean. I'd found a map.
Also, I was hungry.
I had finally stopped running around twenty minutes ago, because my lungs bloody hurt. Seriously, this wasn't fair. There were what- six? eight? of them, and there was only one of me. Now, I sat under a bridge with all sorts of slogans painted on it. The sky was slowly darkening, blue giving way to orange and pink. Night was coming, I was wearing somebody else's clothes (my pyjamas were in a bag somebody had been giving away for free. It was red with a target on it.), I hadn't yet eaten, I knew where I was, but it was on the wrong side of the ocean and the wrong century altogether.
In other words, I was seriously reconsidering my get-rich-and-powerful-through-time-travel plan.
Maybe some sleep was in order. Yeah, that was a good idea. I'd take a quick nap, ten or twenty minutes or so, and then I'd figure out how to go about this whole business. The red bag made a rather nice pillow...
*
"This is it? Seriously, we come like all this way, and we just get like this homeless kid? Seriously?" a nasally girl's voice said.
"It can't be just him," someone else said. "The power surge was way too big for that. I've got at least 14.5 grains here. At least."
I opened my eyes. "Huh?" I said. In a very intelligent manner.
"Brat's up. Where ya from?" the first person asked. Her voice was slightly less nasally.
"Huh? W-what do you mean?"
The girl- she couldn't have been more than eleven, tossed her green hair over one shoulder. "Century and place, idjit."
"Pardon me?"
The girl tossed her hair. Again. She also rolled her eyes- her, wait, did she have sparkling eyes? "23rd century, Empire of Greenland, Detroit division. Cuz Detroit is the monster. Seriously, we have like all the best sciencies."
Wait, what?
"16th century Rome," another person said.
"22nd century Anarctica Colony 6701," the second voice said.
"18th century Japan."
More centuries and places came at me, faster than I could remember them."
The girl with the green hair knelt down in front of me, grinning at me like I was a mouse in a trap and she was the cat. "We're just like you," she said. "We don't want to be here, but we're going to make the most of it while we can. We measure time surges in grains. Grains of sand like a clock-"
The boy from Anarctic interrupted. He looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. "Cheshire, clocks don't have grains of sand. Hourglasses do."
The greenhaired girl- Cheshire- snapped her finger irratiably at him. "Shut up, Arctica idjit. As I was saying, there was a mighty big time surge around here not too long ago. 14.5 grains is way more than just one person. It's gotta be more. But see, that's like not what we're looking for. We're looking for something called time tears, cause Arctica measured that too."
My face must have betrayed something, because she laughed. "See, we're like nice people, so we're not going to force you to find them for us. Instead, we'll help you out, teach ya how this world works, feed ya, give ya a place to stay, we'll even let ya join us." She leaned closer. "There's just one little thing ya have to do..."
*
Cheshire even gave me the knife. I just had to run in, stab like so, and then run away. It was over in seconds. Her blood was dribbled over my hands. It scared me, how easy it was to end a life and stop a heartbeat.
But it only scared me a little bit.
"Ya just have to kill the person with the time tears, okey dokey? And then a little espionage..."
*
"Guys, we're going to New York City."
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And done.
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(March 20, 2013 - 10:13 pm)
Thank you, SC, for giving me a random brainwave!
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Errol tosses the bottle of time tears back and forth impatiently. He stands in front of their motley crew of the displaced. "New York City," he repeats. "You know, big, flashy lights, with all the gangs that give people weird watches that take them back in time? Or is that just Nashville? Because I don't remember if it was a big city back now. Is it?"
He shakes his head. "Never mind. If it is, the guy will be there. I don't know how, exactly. but he will."
(March 21, 2013 - 2:57 pm)
Felix rolled his eyes. "This makes all the sense in the world," he said, clapping halfheartedly. "Fine. What's the plan after that, then? Huh?"
((And the Quintus is officially backses!))
(March 21, 2013 - 5:36 pm)
Hmm...
I like your idea, but who will play all of those people?
(March 21, 2013 - 5:11 pm)
Agreed with True. I like the idea. Perhaps random characters out there for use when needed, therefore, having no paticular back story.... Just, there. I find those characters can be quite useful!
(March 21, 2013 - 6:47 pm)
Thanks. They're just meant to occasionally get in the way of our heroes and cause trouble. Because no one is writing as them, anybody can decide what their actions/goals/personality/looks etc. are.
(March 21, 2013 - 8:31 pm)
Sorry I haven't written lately. So busy!
Dehlia ~
"Fine, so we've agreed to go to New York City, but how, may I ask, do we get there?" I asked, trying to think this through. "And like Felix said, then what?" I started pacing, trying to decide. "We could take a train," Dora suggested. "All right, but where do we get the money?" I asked.
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This really gets us nowhere, but how do we get to New York?
(March 22, 2013 - 4:50 pm)
Errol shrugs. "Hey, since when am I the brains of the operation? I have no idea how this place works. I don't even know when we are."
(March 26, 2013 - 7:41 pm)
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(March 25, 2013 - 5:03 pm)