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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 was thinking perhaps we could add something like a villain, to give the story a twist! What do ya'll think?
(January 1, 2013 - 8:08 pm)
MUAHAHA YES. Who wants to play villain?
Yava agrees too. She says mhmh.
(January 2, 2013 - 10:29 am)
Well, since Max hasn't met up with anybody else yet, I would like him to be a villian. *cackles* Hm, but I really must get him out of his pajamas and into some actual clothes, shouldn't I?
(January 2, 2013 - 1:25 pm)
Sounds good! Yes, Max might be more villianous if he were in some real clothes, but a villian in pajamas would be an interesting funny twist! ;-)
(January 2, 2013 - 3:06 pm)
DUDE. I should write a villain in pajamas. He should be a psychotic pajama-wearing writer villain who likes rage hockey and spoons. Goodbyeee, off to write him into existence!
Yava says hrde. His initials! Let's see. HRDE = Hector Ray Devonn-Everett. I like that name. I'll use that name.
(January 2, 2013 - 6:41 pm)
Hahaha! I love it! Perhaps he could destroy things like Seamus did in Harry Potter! Like a giant Goldilocks doll! The bears so should have eaten her.
(January 2, 2013 - 8:38 pm)
Felix stared at the girl who had appeared next to Errol. "Who are you?" he stammered, remembering--too late--that his companion had already asked that ill-fated question.
((Bleh. Short. Getting going again.))
(January 4, 2013 - 12:28 pm)
Please! My loyal writers! KEEP WRITING! I absolutely refuse to let this thread die! SC, Quintus, L, True! I love ya'll's writing! THIS WON'T DIE!!!!!
Btw, can you really write "ya'll's"?
Cappie says anet.
(January 5, 2013 - 11:32 am)
I will let the boys post the meeting of us five.
(January 5, 2013 - 6:12 pm)
That's fine. That's what I was doing to. L! Quintus! Please write!
(January 5, 2013 - 8:43 pm)
@BHR Being originally from the South, I get kinda annoyed when non-Southern people use Southern grammar. "Y'all's" does not exist. "All of your" would be better. Not that I'm trying to point you out, or anything. It's just one of my pet peeves. Sorry. I'll get to writing now.
@Quintus: Sorry but I shall godmod Felix for this post. Just, you haven't been posting a ton, and I need everybody to meet. Actually, that goes for all y'all.
Something catches Errol's eye. He turns around, but the scene looks totally natural. Only... less so. It's just two girls.
Two girls, indeed. Two girls in dresses, dresses that look so out-of-style that Errol has a hard time believing that they were ever in. Were in not for his history teacher, he would think they were cosplayers or something.
"What are you looking at?" Felix asks.
Errol murmurs something along the lines of "nothing, just confused" and sets out resolutely towards the two.
Felix hurries after him. "Seriously, what are you doing?" He stops suddenly. "Well, hel-lo."
Following his line of sight, Errol can see that he is looking at the pair of girls. "What are you - they're not - oh, wait, I guess you would." When Felix looks at him questioningly for an explanation, he only shakes his head violently. "They're looking at you. Go talk to them, I want to be antisocial."
Shrugging, Felix leaves Errol standing on the side of the hill and runs down to meet the two girls. "Hello, ladies," he says cheerfully, doffing an invisible hat. "What brings you to the bottom of the bridge this time of day?"
--
I'm going to leave this open for True/Blond Heroines Rule to post with the girls.
Yava says yunr.
--L
(January 6, 2013 - 4:48 pm)
Ooh! Another southerner! As a matter of fact, I am southern too! To the core! I've got the accent to prove it! My family just happens to say y'all's a lot, and it just struck me, if that is the proper spelling, and if it is even a real word. Anyhoot!
Dehlia starred at the boy who had just come up. He was one of the ones she had seen yesterday. He looked to be about her age, thirteen. His friend stood at the top of the hill, watching the scene below. "I'm Dehlia, and this is Dora." She said this while still eyeing him up and down. He was evidently not from this time, but she still didn't know whom to trust. "So," she said slowly, "you're not from here either, are you?" "No, I'm not, and neither is he," the boy said, gesturing to his friend up the hill. Dehlia nodded toward him as a way of acknowledgment. "So then," she said turning back to the boy, "before I go any farther, who are you?"
I decided to add Dehlia's age here, because I'm not sure I added it anywhere else.
(January 6, 2013 - 6:36 pm)
Oh. Sorry -.-'' I'm actually from Michigan, but I was born in Kentucky and lived there for quite a while.
--
Felix smiles at Dehila and Dora. "I like you guys. My name is Felix, and that bum on the hill is Errol." He waves at Errol, tring to make him approach the small group. He sighs and starts down the hill after him companion.
"Felix, what are you doing?" Errol asks tiredly. The girls smile at him, and he twitches awkwardly in a motion that could be seen as a salutation. "Who are these people?"
"Meet Dehila and Dora," he says, gesturing to each in turn.
Errol eyes them. "You're not from here," he says offhandedly. He blushes suddenly. "Sorry. That was rude. You're not from this time period, are you?" Seeing their expressions, he laughs nervously and makes a defensive gesture. "I'm definitely not. This place is straight out of my high-school textbooks. So when are you from?"
Felix stares at him. "Whoa. You're form the future? As in, this place's future? Amazing." Errol glances at him, and he straightens. "Oh. 1945."
--L
(January 6, 2013 - 7:47 pm)
@ L, hey that's cool! Close to me!
Dehlia smiled at each of them. "Hello, Felix, Mr. Errol, nice to meet you! As I said, I am Dehlia, Dehlia Luddington. And this is Dora Barton. I'm from 1777, and Dora is from 1883. I haven't the foggiest why we're here. And I don't really know exactly how I even got here." Dehlia went on to explain how she had gotten here, then Dora told them her story. As to why we're under the bridge: we needed somewhere to sleep tonight, and clever Dora thought of this!" Felix nodded in understanding. "To be honest," Dehlia continued, "I'm glad we're not the only ones. We're not quite sure what to do."
So, I'm leaving it open for whoever. Also, Quintus, and True, we need you guys! And SC, we still need our villian!!!!
(January 7, 2013 - 10:16 pm)
I don't have time to post in Dora's POV, but have a suggestion.
What if we were to try out the time tear drops of Amealia's daughter, but they get snatched by our villian? Then we can get that possiblity of coming home that way out of the way and have someone to chase.
(January 8, 2013 - 6:46 pm)