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Brrring! Brrrrrring! The
Brrring! Brrrrrring! The old-fashioned phone fairly jumped off the table with excitement.
"Hold your horses!" A tall, athletic girl with a long blonde ponytail called, gathering the phone and cord up into her hands.
"Yellow?" She asked brightly.
"Tonia? Is that you?" A soft, eerie voice asked.
"Ye-yeah!" Answered the girl, a bit shakily, "Hold on a second." Then her voice grew muffled to the mysterious caller as she turned her mouth away and yelled: "JARREN! GET DOWN HERE!" To some other personage.
"Okay, what was that?" The girl asked sweetly, coming back to the phone.
"There's been a disappearance."
"A..." stuttered Tonia, "disappearance?"
"And there will be more than one if you don't listen, you insolent little girl!" Tonia's mouth snapped shut.
"Now, as I was saying, there has been a disappearance, I won't tell you whom or how or when, but I want you to find the missing agent. I will give you one clue: 'harpshicord.' That is all," continued the voice.
"What!" Squeeked Tonia, "but that's impossible!"
"You will not be doing it alone. I have incorporated the help of some very highly respected detectives. They call themselves...The Chatterboxers. Cybers or See-Bee-ers for short. There are more clues than you think there are. You have 2 months. No more, no less. Goodbye." And the line went dead. Tonia clicked through the caller-ID. The last call it reported had been from her brother, Jarren, who had called her house yesterday evening after school. It was as if the mysterious call had never taken place. But it had.
"J-J-Jarren?" She called shakily, looking around for her big brother.
"Right here," he said, more gently than usual, "I heard everything." Tonia swallowed, then whispered: "You know we can't disobey The Agent." In responce, Jarren nodded seriously.
"I guess we'd better find these folks that call themselves 'The Chatterboxers.' "
"This...this is impossible though! No information. Absolutely none. Jarren..." Tonia moaned.
"Stop whining, Sis, this is a life or death situation," her brother responded, clasping her hand in his. And at that wonderful, bonding moment, what appeared to be a pie slammed against their window. And then, exactly 3/4 of a second later, the doorbell rang. The Chatterboxers had arrived.
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Welcome to the serious/silly world of secret angents and pies. Oops, I meant spies. Impossible missions, poisened cupcakes, crazed villians...it's all part of the job, right? Well, all my esteemed and respected secret agents out there, this one's for you! Join Tonia and Jarren in the SaS of a lifetime! Please sign up, give input, and come along for the ride! I will need everyone who is participating's names by Oct. 21st. One Alter Ego is allowed, as long as they are manifested as a seperate person and not an old-fashioned being inside your head! According to style, everything will be fragmented and veiled in mystery like the bit of writing above until the mystery is solved. Please realize that art is an open sandwich and therefore nothing has to make sense!
submitted by The Agent
(October 11, 2016 - 5:52 pm)
(October 11, 2016 - 5:52 pm)
I'm not talking about veggie tales! Please let me top in silence.
(November 12, 2016 - 10:55 pm)
The sound of silence?
(November 12, 2016 - 10:56 pm)
I don't even like Simon and Garfunkle! Stop twisting my perfectly prosetic words into lyrics!
(November 12, 2016 - 10:57 pm)
Alright.... I'll let it go... Hey that gives me and idea
(November 12, 2016 - 11:00 pm)
Please remember, my interpretations of you are probably not accurate, but it is how I imagine you. September, you didn't give me any info on Cortana, and I'm not familiar with her, so I'm just making it up as I go along...
File 12
Starbringer rushed from the crowd of staring detectives to examine the tree.
"Wow...a voice recocnition decive disguised as tree bark and a sliding secret door. You're pretty good!" She exclaimed. TAS ducked into the doorway and instantly disppeared into the darkness.
"Ladies first..." Sam mumbled, pushing Unsuspectingstoryteller forward. For an instant, everyone was nearly blinded by the flash of her bright yellow hair as she was shoved towards the gaping black hole.
"Well, I don't know, I may be unsuspecting but I am not without suspicions," she said in that very fast voice that left Tonia deciphering the meaning of her words long after they had been said. Laughing, Joan brushed past the group of CBers. Pausing at the door, she drew her sword, and then ducked into the blackness.
"Coming Brooke?" Came her voice a few seconds later.
"Coming!" Brooke exclaimed, drawing yet another icy-colored dagger from the folds of her flexible boot. Everyone waited for sounds of distress. There were none, unless you count Puck's poppits exploding in loud crackles as they were dropped to the ground. Lining up, everyone slowly ducked into the dark rectangle-shaped hole in the tree except Jarren, who hung behind. Just before he decided to plunge into the secret passage after his sister and her crazy friends, he heard a crackleing above him in the trees.
"Hello?" He asked. If this strange day got any weirder, he was going to scream. Something plummeted downward nearby, stopping just in time to hit the ground lightly. Something big. Something with wings. This day was definitely getting weirder, but he didn't want to scream. Especially not since the girl with wings was actually very...pretty.
(November 15, 2016 - 7:18 pm)
Oh gosh is that me?!
Please say it's me . . .
(November 16, 2016 - 6:31 pm)
I had no idea my character was gonna be in this so much! Thanks Tonia/Agent/whoever posts this
(November 16, 2016 - 9:30 pm)
Sorry St. Owl. Don't worry. I have special plans for you...
File 13
Jarren was transfixed. After all, it's not every day that your average teenage guy sees a pretty girl with wings shoot out of the sky. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans and could have totally passed for a typical highschooler if not for the huge white wings emerging from two holes in the back of her shirt. Her hair was short and coal black, framing a very pale face decorated with sparkely blue and pink eye makeup. Looking Jarren up and down, she didn't seem very impressed. He started to wish he had actually brushed his hair this morning. Oh wait, Tonia had stollen his hair brush and started bouncing around her bathroom singing some "I feel pretty" song as she fixed her ponytail.
"Where are the others?" The winged girl asked.
"Um. Er. They went in the mole. I mean hole. In the tree," Jarren explained, gestering towards the secret passage.
"Hmm. And you would be...?" She questioned.
"Um, Jarren...Jarren Letter."
"Cortana," she offered. Jarren waited for a last name, but it didn't come.
"Well, after you," she said, casually flipping her hair. It was just the right length for a perfect flip.
"Uh, no, ladies first!" Jarren exclaimed.
"'Kay," Cortana answered, her smile easy and undaunted as she slid forward into the passage, her wings gently scraping the narrow doorway. Taking a deep breath, Jarren plunged in after her. In the darkness, he walked down several steps, just barely able to make out the outline of Cortana's wings. Then he remembered that he had a keychain flashlight with him, and unhooked it from his backpack. He welcomed the weak light from its beam.
"Which way?" Cortana asked suddenly. Jarren peered around her wings. At the bottom of the steps there were two passageways leading off underground.
"Look for footprints," he suggested automatically.
"Smart," Cortana praised. In the darkness, Jarren beamed.
"Practical," he offered, shining the beam on the floor. There were footprints in both directions.
"Let's split up and we'll meet back here in five," Cortana suggested. Well, it was really more of a command. But Jarren was more than happy to obey it. Even if it meant going into a dark, scary, creepy underground passage. Jarren decided he was definitely not a fan of underground passages. Cortana started to walk off, her steps confident and casual.
"Hey wait!" Jarren yelled, a bit to loudly. He felt himself blushing, "y-you can have the flashlight." Cortana shrugged and accepted the weak keychain light.
"Thanks," she said, and walked off.
(November 16, 2016 - 8:25 pm)
(November 17, 2016 - 12:09 am)
Nooooo! I gave myself away! I tried SOOOOO hard!
(November 16, 2016 - 8:26 pm)
Oh! I thought that writing style seemed familiar! Now I know who this amazing writer is!
PS Can't wait for my appearence!
(November 17, 2016 - 12:56 am)
Shh, shh, nobody noticed.
It's okay, it's okay..
(November 17, 2016 - 10:03 am)
Quick! Ask admins to change it before anyone else sees!
(November 17, 2016 - 8:56 am)
Admins, will you please change the comment "File 13" on this thread (http://www.cricketmagkids.com/node/add/comment/263131/271462) to read The Agent instead of what is written in the name feild box? It's okay if it's unchangeable. And this is really just a selfish ski-lodge identity request.
OK. Hope I got it right.
Admin
(November 18, 2016 - 1:31 pm)
Thanks, y'all are the best :)
(November 18, 2016 - 1:32 pm)