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NEW STORY! Okay,
NEW STORY! Okay, I havn't been on CB in a while, but I thougt I might as well try and make a story with a few people. I have no idea what it's about or any of the characters, plot, setting, exc. So I really need some help. Would someone please write this story with me?!
Spamy says oi ow- Oh no Spamy! Are you hurt?!
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(March 7, 2011 - 5:37 pm)
(March 7, 2011 - 5:37 pm)
Just to let you all know I probably won't be able to post for the next three days. I just thought you should know that i am not abandoning this RP.
//Katie//
After a huge breakfast we got dressed in the dresses from last night since that was all we had and Aunt Sue drove us to our respective homes. I thanked Aunt Sue and went inside my house. I went up to my room and changed into jeans and a flowy blue shirt. I decided since we would soon need to use our weapons that I would practice. I took my bow and quiver and a long knife. I was glad that I had recently taken a refresher course since that meant that I was clear to take the bow around with me. We had a target set up in the backyard since we had a good sized yard. I strung my bow, drew an arrow, and set it on the rest, pulled back and let the arrow fly. It hit the bullseye. I did it eleven more times in quick succession and they all hit the center or as close to the center as I could get with all the arrows there. I went up to the target pulled out my arrows and put them back in my quiver. Then I took my knife, gripped the blade, and threw it. The knife didn't hit the bullseye, but it did get into the next section which wasn't too bad. I practiced for a few more hours till I could hit the bullseye every time with the knife. I didn't know how I would do with moving objects, but it would have to do. I went in to lunch, hungry for a good meal. My mother was there with a plate that had two turkey sandwiches and sun chips. She also had a cola. She asked" How did practicing go ?" "Pretty good. Thank you for fixing lunch," I replied. I sat down at the table to eat my lunch. After I was done I washed my dishes and left to go to Jess's house. I had decided from now on to carry both the pepper spray and the pocket knife. I rode on my bike to her house, wondering what she was going to show us.
(April 14, 2011 - 11:05 pm)
This story is great!
(April 15, 2011 - 7:39 am)
@Sarah K.-- Thanks!
Annie
I stopped in front of Jess’s house and ran onto the porch to ring the doorbell.Her brother came to the door.
“Is Jess there?” I asked politely.
“Yep, upstairs. Some other girls are here too.” He told me.
I rushed up the blue-carpeted stairs and ran into Jess’s room. It was covered in posters of the dolphins and her favorite band.
Rose, Katie, Emma and Jess were sitting on beanbags talking. When I walked in they turned around.
“Ok, everyone. Annie, close the door,” Jess said to me.
I closed the door to reveal a giant poster of Pink.
I hopped onto Jess’s bed.
“Ok, everyone. What you’re about to see is secret, Top Secret.”
Everyone waited in silence.
Jess took a pole from the corner and hooked onto a little metal hook on a trapped door in her ceiling. I had already known that it was there but not what was in it.
I later clattered down and Jess climbed up, then Emma, Katie, Rose and finally I.
Jess was sorting through boxes as I got up.
The ceiling was low and the room was musty and warm.
“Here!” Jess exclaimed.
“What is it?” I demanded excitedly.
Jess set something out that looked like a sort of map.
“A map?” Katie asked.
“Not any map, the map of the CIA building! Before my parents died they had everything ready.” Jess took out the rest of the contents of the box.
Rose picked up a small notebook.
Drawings were scribbled inside it with blue pen.
“These are perfect escape routes and people’s offices are listed in here!” Rose exclaimed.
Emma pointed out something on the map.
Red dots were set on certain walls and corners.
“These are alarms,” she pointed out excitedly.
“Jess! This is genius! Now we have a map of the place all we have to do is figure outour route!” I exclaimed happily.
“Actually we have a map of every floor and here,” Jess pulled out another map, “this is exactly where we want to go.”
(April 16, 2011 - 2:05 am)
Ummm...I would write, but I don't have any ideas about what to write about, since I'm not sure about what you all think will happen next. Would one of you please fill me in about the next part of the story? Thanks!
(April 16, 2011 - 1:38 pm)
Elizabeth, the Dolphins are a football team. I wouldn't have said anything, but I really like them! ;)
Jess-
I looked at the map. It was genius. I looked at it. Then at the gun in my pocket. I realised then that we were really doing this. No turning back. We were really going to break into the CIA. "Okay, so how do we plan to do this?" I asked. "What passages are we going to take? More importantly how do we plan to get in?" I asked. "Whatya mean? You said we could just walk in," Emma said. I rolled my eyes. "You can't just walk into anything. You have to have special access. Which I think I have......" I trailed off looking in the box again. I searched a little until I found what I needed. "Here, these are fake CIA badges, all I have to do is put your names on them, and they're yours." We grinned. Ya, we were really doing this.
(April 16, 2011 - 6:43 pm)
Annie
I looked at the CIA badges. They were made perfectly and could certainly be thought as real ones.
“Right now we need our pictures. Does anyone—“ Jess interrupted me before I could finish.
“I have something else important to show you, come on.” Jess said.
We climbed out of the attic and crept down the hall. We came to a cream-colored door and walked in.
It looked like a walk-in closet.
“What’s in here?” Katie wondered.
“Wait and see. Turn around.”
We all obediently turned around and waited.
“Ready!” Jess exclaimed.
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
The shelves were bright and lights shone onto the objects. One shelf was dedicated to black leather pants and jackets. Another shelf was filled with neatly folded shirts. Leather boots and other shoes filled another four or five shelves. Other outfits were folded together ready to be used. On the shelves to the left were makeup, wigs and other things to disguise you. The right side was all for weapons. Guns hung from little knobs and bullets were there too. Knives and other weapons also accompanied them.
“Wow,” Rose said.
“I think I know what we should wear!” Katie decided.
She grabbed a navy blue shirt, a black leather jacket and pants and some black boots.
“Perfect!” I exclaimed happily.
“What about disguising ourselves?” Emma asked.
“The wigs… Hmm… You could be a red-head…” Emma shoved me playfully.
We picked out our wigs and tried them on. Mine was honey blond with loose curls.
“We’ll need makeup.”
“Yeah, but not yet,” Jess told me.
After choosing everything we set it down carefully on a shelf, ready for the CIA break-in that night.
“Well, now all we have to know is how to ride a motorcycle.”
I looked at Jess in dread, but then I remembered Uncle Henry.
“I think I can control one.”
My friends looked at me in astonishment.
“Are you sure?” Katie asked bewilderedly.
“Let’s see.”
We ran downstairs and Jess quietly dragged a motorcycle out of the garage.
It was dark red but not too big.
I swung my leg over it and checked to make sure I knew everything. Check.
Emma handed me a helmet and I slipped it over my head.
“Good luck!” she whispered.
I hit the gas pedal hard, and the motorcycle shot down the street. I let out a yell of delight as the wind blew in my face. I turned carefully at the corner and rode back to where the others were standing.
“THAT WAS SO COOL!” I yelled.
Rose, Katie, Emma and Jess laughed.
(April 17, 2011 - 10:11 am)
Jess-
I took out 4 other bikes. "I know how to ride one. My brother taught me." I swung my leg over a black Ducati Motorcycle. I turned it on and it roared to life. I grabbed a helmet and took off down the street. It was awesome riding again. I loved it, especialy since the bike cost like a bajilion dollars! It was THE BEST bike ever! I rode back to my friends and jumped off happily. "Annie was right, that was awesome!" They all laughed and so did I. "Well, two of us know how, anyone else?" Annie asked. "I'll give it a shot." Katie got on a different bike. Not mine, not Annie's. She put on the helmet and rode off. She was good. She'd make it to the CIA on it. "Okay, three of us," I said as she came back. I looked at Emma and Rose. "Can you two give it a try?" I asked. "Sure." Emma got on one bike and Rose got on another. They put on the helmets and rode off. They were okay, they could use some help though. I thought they'd make it all right. "Okay, we've got everything. Now, let's go change." They smiled, glad to put on makeup and wigs. "Hey! Someone has to do my makeup," I yelled after them. I opened the closet and took out a blonde wig, some makeup, and a black leather jacket, a gray shirt, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I put them on. I looked awesome. Emma fixed my makeup so that now instead of brown eyes I had blue and I was paler. Last I put my hair into a flat low bun, and put the wig on. I looked weird. Like rich chick weird. "I look like a rich chick with a head to big for her body." Everyone laughed. Time to go! Before we got to our bikes my brother stopped me. "Jess, where do you think you're going with those?" he asked. "Um, the CIA?" I tried. Annie stepped on my foot. I grimaced, but went back to normal for the sake of my brother. "Oh, okay have a great time. Ya, just bring back some milk on your way home." He walked back inside and shut the door. I heard the lock click. "Wow. That was so weird," Katie said. "Nope, that's just my odd brother for you." I grinned, and we got on our bikes; before we left I took the badges out of my pocket. "Here you go. One for Rose, one for Katie, one for Annie, one for Emma." I handed them theirs and they put them on. "And one for me." I clipped it onto my jacket. Then we started the engines and rode off. It took us about 5 minutes to reach the CIA HQ on our bikes. "Ladies, and bikes, I give you the CIA." I grinned. We walked in and showed the lady at the counter our badges. "Now we just have to find out why the NAO is trying to kill us."
(April 17, 2011 - 6:05 pm)
Okay I am back. I will post something when I can see what NAME wrote. Your posts were great.
@Princess P: Well I never really plan what to write next. I don't make twists or anything. I just read what the people before me wrote and write what would happen to Katie during or after those events. I am pretty sure that Elizabeth M and NAME won't mind what you write as long as it makes sense with what was previously written. You should just go ahead and write what happens at the CIA or on the way there. Just try your best and I am sure whatever you write will be great.
(April 17, 2011 - 6:34 pm)
//Katie//
I had taken my bow and arrows, but I had decided that Jess would probably have a better knife then mine. I of course took my cell phone and license for both the knife and bow. (I don't really know if you need a license for a knife.) I had also taken my emergency kit of herbs with all the things to treat cuts, burns, and the like. It wasn't very big so it would fit into my small messenger bag which was fortunately black. The motorcycle hadn't been as hard to manage as I had thought. I was glad that I would be able to ride it.
We went up in the attic to disguise ourselves. I grabbed a good double-bladed knife with a leather sheath that would go on a belt. I got dressed in the outfit I had picked out earlier. The boots were wonderful lace-up boots that were not horribly chunky. They fit beautifully and I would be able to have a silent footstep with them on. They were not much different than my hunting boots. I didn't wear a wig. Instead I cut my hair short and choppy. "Hey, what should I do with all this?" I asked. Because there was a ton of hair on the floor now, probably about three feet. "Umm I think I have a trash can somewhere or maybe you should give it to one of those places that take peoples hair and makes it into wigs," said Jess. "Well if I live maybe I will," I replied morbidly. I put in contacts that changed my eyes from brown to green and I put on purple eyeshadow and something that made my skin lighter. I put it on my hands and up to the elbows on my arms and on my neck as well so as not to raise suspicion. I also put on pink lipstick and blush so I looked almost nothing like myself. Then I put the jacket on, slung my bow and quiver over my shoulder, and put the sheath with the knife in it on my belt. I also put the messenger bag over my shoulder
We all went downstairs and Jess' brother came out and asked where we where going. Jess replied truthfully and he went back inside as if it were perfectly natural for us to go to the CIA. We got on our bikes put on the helmets and rode out of the garage. We rode quickly towards L.A. and reached the CIA building in a half hour. (I know you said it took five minutes but the city is supposed to be somewhat far away. For them to take five minutes they would have be going about 300 miles an hour.) We went in without trouble and went to find out why somebody wanted us dead.
We took out the map and tried to find out where we were. I pointed to a spot on the map close to a person named Howard A. Blythe's office. "That is where we are. I think we should go directly to the head's office. If your parents were important agents I don't see why we couldn't just go straight to his office and ask. Is there a reason why not?" They all looked at me like I had said something crazy. "What? Are you going to answer my question or not?" I asked.
(April 17, 2011 - 10:24 pm)
Annie
Istared at Katie in disbelief.
“Katie!We can’t just go in and say that that’s their daughter! No way! If we do meethim, we need a plan, a very good one.” I told her.
“Ihave an idea!” Jess exclaimed.
Emma,Rose, Jess, Katie and I huddled in a circle to listen to her. I nodded and wewalked down the hall.
Weslowly entered the elevator. Inside was a mirror so I looked at my ‘new self’.
Myface was tanner than usual and red blush covered the cheekbones. My lips werecoated in sparkly red lipstick. My blue eyes were a soft brown and surroundedwith black eye liner and a little blue eye shadow. The dark leather lookedawesome. I couldn’t believe who I was looking at.
Ding!
Theelevator doors opened and we came to the floor.
“Youknow what to do!” Jess whispered to me. I nodded and walked towards Blythe’sdoor with a beating heart.
Thelady at the desk looked up at me with her dark grey eyes. Her black hair wasput up into a ponytail.
“Doyou have an appointment?” She asked dully.
“No,but—“
“Noappointment no getting in!”
“Youbetter let me in or…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Youcan’t.”
“I’llwalk in right now if you don’t let me in yourself.”
Thewoman looked around nervously.
“Okay.Walk in, quietly.”
Ismiled at her and walked towards the door. I took in a deep breath and openedthe brass doorknob.
Aman in his early fifties sat in a chair looking out the window. He turnedaround as I came in and I could study his features.
Hehad graying hair and brown eyes. His lips curved into a sort of smile.
“Sit.What may I do for you?”
Itook a seat, trying to look as adult as I could.
“Ihave Questions. Questions that must be answered.”
Henodded meaning that I should go on.
“Benand Marilyn Bleu. They were agents here and I would like to know where theyworked.”
“Ah…Those two, quite good for their time, you know. They worked upstairs actually,in the office for National Threats. They stopped a lot of Internationalkillers.”
Wow,Jess’s parents sounded really cool. I took the look of awe off my face andleaned back in my chair.
“Whereare they now?”
“Theywere killed. Did you not know?”
“No,I didn’t.” I lied.
“Well,it was pretty sad, especially for their children.”
“Youknew their children?” I asked in astonishment.
“Ohyes! Jessica and Matt, I believe.”
“Mhm…If I may ask, who killed the couple.”
Blythe’sface changed into a look of worry and anger but then it went back to his smile.
“They,they were killed by Frank Corbin.” I looked at his face and it told me that hehad just lied. No was time for the most important question.
“Sir,have you ever heard of the NAO?”
Hisface swiftly changed into a look of pure anger.
“No.What’s that?”
“NationalAssassination Organization. Oh well. Thanks for your time sir.” I stood up toshake his hand when someone knocked at the door.
“Comein!”
Ayoung man with dark curls and tan skin walked in with a file.
“Sir,here are your results from Macapelo.”
Iswiftly swiped the look of shock off my face.
“Good-bye.”I waved at Blythe politely.
Hegave me a curt nod and I walked out to where my friends were standing.
“Mr.Macapelo.He’s part of this.”
Theothers looked at me in horror imagining the teacher with the rubber duck.
“Whatelse happened?” Emma demanded.
“I’lltell you when we find a better place.” I told her.
“Thecafeteria on the ground floor!” Rose exclaimed.
Wegot into the elevator and zipped downstairs.
(April 18, 2011 - 1:15 am)
NAME, Princess P. , WritingWarrior, Mariah, pretty please will someone post something. I know I sound kind of desperate, but I really don't want this thread to die and I really don't know what to put.
(April 19, 2011 - 9:57 am)
I'm sorry I didn't get to post yesterday so I'm posting now. BTW Jess's last name is Rider, therefore her parents last names was Rider. Oh, and her brother's name is Mark. Her Bf's name is Matt.
Jess-
We walked to the cafeteria and Annie told us what happened. "I always knew Mr. Macapelo was a bad ducky," I muttered. The others laughed. "Well, now I want to talk to him," I said, my voice full of pride and anger. "No Jess, not yet," Katie said. "Yes, yet. I'm their next target. I need to talk to him. My parents worked here, and he has to respect that. Plus, I'm only 14." I got up and walked away despite the others' protest. I took the elevator back up and walked into the man's office. Mr. Klein. "Hello, you know we had a young lady just about your age in here a moment ago," he said. He was plain, bland. I didn't know anyone who was more plain. "Ya, I know. I saw her leave." I sat down opposite him. "Do you know that my name is Jessica Rider, and that my parents were agents here, and that I need to know one thing from you: Who killed them?" I asked. He didn't look anything. No emotion. Nothing. "Frank Corbin," he said simply. "No, you're lying. The NAO killed them, and I know because one tried to kill me. I'm next on their list so I'd like the truth from you," I said with an edge to my voice. "Fine. The NAO are a National Assassination Organization. They kill people. Mildred Macapelo is the head of the organization, and he currently is a teacher at a high school," he started. "I know that. Keep going," I said impatiently. "He doesn't kill anyone. He has people do it for him. Many of those people live right next to you. Now, that is all I can tell you now. Come back in two days and I will try and tell you everything," he said. "Why not now?" I asked. "Because we're being watched." He pointed slightly and I noticed a woman with dark hair in a perfect bun, and clothes that looked 4 sizes too tight watching us." Okay. Two days. Count on me being here," I whispered, then walked away, back to my friends. "What did he say?" they asked. "Tell you later; we're being watched." I pointed slightly to the woman. "Oh, okay. Let's go." Emma motioned for us to follow.
(April 19, 2011 - 8:28 pm)
Sorry NAME! I was looking for your last name on your profile but it said something like any advice for last names. I wasn't sure if you made one up so I just thought of Bleu. And again sorry about your brother's name. I got mixed up.
I'm going on vacation for six days so I may not be able to post. Please keep posting or topping to keep the thread alive! ;)
Annie—
AfterJess had told us I sat down and thought for a moment.
“Thisis a trap. You know that, right?” I told her worried.
“Sowhat!” Jess exclaimed.
“IfI were you, I think I would try to find out more about the NAO.” I suggested.
“Buthow?” She asked.
“Wego there.” Emma said.
Aswe were talking to each other, I heard an elevator bling and a man’s voiceshout. “THERE THEY ARE.”
“Let’sget out of here!” Katie yelled.
“NO!This is our chance.” I shouted.
Themen were dressed in black and armed with guns.
“Theelevator is blocked!” Emma declared.
“We’lltake the stairs.”
Thenwe ran up to the door of the stairs.
Aswe got there I noticed a changing room and pulled the others in. We were quietas running feet passed us.
Wecrept out and looked around when I noticed a flight of stairs going down intothe basement.
Weslipped down until we came to a large heavy door.
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Jessnodded and we stepped in.
(April 20, 2011 - 7:36 am)
Someone please post! We simply cannot let this thread die!
(April 24, 2011 - 1:27 pm)
I just noticed that we aren't at the top anymore.
TOP please!
(April 25, 2011 - 11:34 am)