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Round Robin!
Round Robin!
OK, I'm going to try one of these round robin things. Don't make fun of me because I'm not that good, but...here goes:
Footsteps slapped wetly against the damp, cobbled streets. The night had set in, but voices could still be heard, muttering in whispered tones. Street lamps cast an eerie glow over the town. People slept in their beds, unaware of the danger that lurked right outside their thin glass windows.
A small girl by the name of Kali slept restlessly in her bed, tossing and turning from the sound of the night itself tapping on her window. Though she could not hear what happened outside of her window, she could feel it, and she sat up in her bed with a jolt as, right outside her window, a voice whispered, "The girl must die..."
I said don't laugh!!!! Your turn!
submitted by Koffee, age 13, In a cup
(February 8, 2009 - 1:25 pm)
(February 8, 2009 - 1:25 pm)
This is good! Keep up the good work Koffee
(February 16, 2009 - 1:01 pm)
Ooooh, great! But I won't post anything yet, because TNO put something in already (TNO!! Where were you, dude??? We missed ya, buddy!!).
(February 19, 2009 - 8:52 pm)
Internet broke. Couldn't even check my email.
It was a dark few weeks indeed. *nods sagely*
(February 20, 2009 - 2:21 am)
Er, sorry if anyone finds that disturbing.
Welcome back, TNO. Yes, we find it too disturbing and too long.
--Admin
(February 19, 2009 - 7:59 pm)
Gee, that makes me really curious.
Anyway. You should disappear more often, TNÖ! Even the Admin. welcome you back. Not really, it's too much fun when you're here to wish you to disappear.
*begins plotting her own leave from the Chatterbox* *reconsiders when she realizes how there would be a huge gap in her life without the Chatterbox*
(February 20, 2009 - 1:01 pm)
Ten years later . . .
(February 21, 2009 - 10:46 am)
No, it's great!
(February 21, 2009 - 2:35 pm)
:):):):) Thanks. So . . . isn't anyone going to continue??? Hmmm?? :D
(February 22, 2009 - 6:56 pm)
Gimme a minute, I'm still sulking 'cause mine was deleted entirely. What's wrong with Victorian-era horror?
*shrug* Oh well. We shall at some point have to add a flashback sequence explaining what, exactly, happened that night ten years ago.
(February 23, 2009 - 10:13 pm)
*long, overdramatic sigh*
Let's try this again, shall we? Don't worry, Mort's not in it this time. Nor is Morgan, but you didn't know her name yet. She was a vampire/sorceress, Admin, if you're interested. And also the antagonist, but you probably figured that out.
/ranting.
We do, however, need an explanatory flashback sequence, soon. I can't think of anything, er, not creepy and demented at the moment. Sorry.
I am also determined to set this firmly in the Victorian era. DETERMINED, I TELL YOU!
Enough! I will now write!
*******
Kali's father was a large, intimidating man. Tall, broad-shouldered, and endowed with a great, booming voice, he fit seamlessly into his role as man of the house. He enjoyed it, too.
Today he was standing in the drawing room, something he almost never did, as he considered the drawing room to be far too feminine a room for his presence. Even more surprising, he was speaking animatedly to a slighter, younger, but obviously wealthy man. The other man looked distinctly uncomfortable, probably because Kali's father was twice his size.
Kali slipped into the drawing room and stood unobtrusively, waiting to be addressed. Beneath her calm, demure exterior, however, she seethed.
Kali had never liked the misogynistic views held by her father and the rest of society. Corsets, cleaning, babies, nursing... Kali was clever, and a good deal stronger than her older brother. She could add, read, and write, she could play the piano and sing. She hated to cook, hated to clean, and most of all she hated the awful number of layers she was expected to wear.
"Kali," said her father sharply, suddenly noticing her standing in the corner fiddling with a ribbon on her enormous skirt. "I'd like you to meet Mr. Charles Creighton."
******
Aaaand someone else can decide just who Mr. Creighton is.
(February 23, 2009 - 10:27 pm)
Kali glanced at the tall, thin man standing next to her father. He was stooped and had an untidy mop of red hair. It hung down over his forehead, obscuring his eyes. He also had on a strange sort of smile, which made Kali nervous.
(February 27, 2009 - 9:36 am)
Wow, that's GREAT!!!!!! How exactly do you climb a tree in a dress?
(February 28, 2009 - 9:15 am)
Kali suddenly felt a strange tingly feeling along her spine. She shuddered and was about to ask just what the "aftermath" was, but something stopped her. Literally, she felt as if a hand had been placed over her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she made no attempt to pull the unseen hand away. she just stood, still as a statue and turning ghostly pale.
Mr.Creighton spoke again, his steely eyes boring into Kali's.
"Now Kali, let me explain. I know this may come as a shock, but just hear me out." He began to pace around the room, his hands clasped behind his bent back, his cold eyes cast downwards.
"Your mother, Jeanie O'dell, had the Aftermath also. She...discovered this at a very early age. Over time, she began to understand what it was, and how she could use it to her benefit. Now Kali, I tell you this so that you may train yourself as she did."
Kali still did not understand. She glanced over at her father, who was sitting on one of the hard oak chairs as if in a trance. She scowled angrily at Mr. Creighton, who laughed, and continued.
"You are wondering, of course, just what the Aftermath is. Well, I'll tell you. The Aftermath is just what it sounds like. The aftermath of something, of course. Kali, you are the aftermath of a power. Several of them in fact. I'm sure you've learned about the Greek and Roman Gods in school? Yes, of course you have. You are the aftermath of them, Kali. Of their powers. Not all of their powers, of course. What your power is, I don't know. That is for you to find out. You alone can decide what to do with them. But you are not alone Kali. Oh no, there are more of us. And you have yet to discover, all the things in store for you!"
(February 27, 2009 - 5:03 pm)
A thousand questions died in Kali's throat. It wasn't that she was too shy to ask, or didn't want the answers; she was exceedingly outgoing and was certainly curious about this strange man she had never seen before.
No, it was as though they had actually died, curled up and let out a last breath of air. They vanished from Kali's mind and she simply couldn't remember them. This lasted for about a minute, perhaps two, though it seemed much longer. Then Kali remembered all her questions and they came back to life, and tumbled out of her mouth so that they came out more like, "I thought that- Who- How did this- Why am I- How did you- When did my- What are the-" and so on. This too was unlike Kali, and she got even more flustered. She tried to gather her thoughts together but they evaded her. She got extremely frustrated but could think of no way to express this to the infuriatingly calm man staring down at her from behind those too-shiny spectacles in a round, full moon shape.
Creighton seemed to be smiling. He let his gaze drift over Kali, his dead fish eyes looking coldly at her. Then he glanced at her father, who was standing transfixed and staring at the air above Kali's head, but Kali could tell he wasn't seeing anything. He seemed to be hypnotized- though she knew that to be impossible.
Creighton turned back to Kali and spoke soft, promising words that wormed their way into Kali's mind and took root there, and tried to sqirm their way into her attentions. "Kali, you don't really need this blustering old fool, do you? You have power beyond your wildest dreams; if only you could learn to use it, harness it. You deserve better than this rambling old Victorian mansion ((who am I to defy TNO? :) )) and that old bookworm of a man. Come with me, and I will show you what you can do. I will give you authority that kings and shas only fantasize about..." The melodius words kept coming and coming, reeling out of that sly mouth, and Kali loved the lure of them, the mystique and aura of importance they brought to her all-too-tedious life. The words were right; she wanted- needed- more than this. And the words could give it to her... all she had to do was follow the words...
And that she did, right out of her house.
(February 28, 2009 - 2:49 pm)