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Makkine Moderator
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:24 pm | |
| I need to get the plot sarted soon, which is why I need to explain a couple of things... and - Spoiler:
get Marcus de-puppetified...
No, that isn't really a spoiler, since it's not really important, but I assume some of you guys thought that.. You know... "Mr. Thernall looked at Julia smiled shyly, and nearly walked into the wall, shortly before a clumsy turn." I agree. It is certainly the height of literative achievment. (God, I feel snarky today and I don't know why) | |
| | | Nakira Dedicated Fantagian
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:54 pm | |
| Puppets can be really scary. o_o
*applauds* TRULY A WORK OF ART. I SHALL HAVE THAT SENTENCE TATTOOED ON MY BUTT SOMEDAY. >7< 8D
(Snarkyness is fun. Derpy derp derp. :3) | |
| | | Makkine Moderator
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:55 pm | |
| - Spoiler:
Julia woke up the next morning to a shrill sound. Groggily, she looked around. Then she widened her eyes. Where was she? There shouldn't be- Then yesterday flooded her with all that had happened and she relaxed. Sarah woke up a few second later, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She mumbled a sort of greeting, then took her packet.
Julia took hers too, and unwrapped the layers of plastic and thick paper that surrounded it. She saw three boxes, and took the largest. It was full of books. Setting it to the side, she opened the second one, which was full of assorted gadgets that Julia couldn't make sense out of. The third box was thin and long. She opened it and took out a blue shirt and pleated skirt. She ran the thick, practical fabric overher fingers and put it on. Sarah eyed her, disinterested. She yawned and flopped over on her bed. After 2 or so minutes of idle procrastination, she finally stood up and ran a brush through her hair. It fell into layers around her head and after a few minutes looked excactly the same as the day before. She spent the next half hour fiddling around with her makeup and trying to put on her clothes without looking "drab".
At last, they had finished and Sarah walked out the room. She stood there, looking around, muttured something under her breath, and got out a gadget that she had gotten from one of the boxes. She matter-of-factly punched some buttons and turned some dials. She stared at the narrow screen for a few seconds, then at last turned to Julia.
"Less'ave breakfast". It was the first time Julia had heard her speak, and was surprised at her voice. It wasn't quite whiny, or high-pitched, but the way she said it gave that impression. It was smooth and like a thick, flowing liquid, but she carried it with ennui, and with a slight tone reminscent of an aggorant strut. Seeing Julia's dumstruck expression, she rolled her eyes. "You do know where that is, right?" Julia shook her head. Everything her new carekeepers had told her had trickled out her ears. "Lolwut. WTH were you doin' yesterday?"
"I don't know," Julia asked, bewildered at her peculiar speaking style. "Just wasn't paying attention, I guess," Sarah sighed. "Sorry?" Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, she brusquely led Julia towards a room with two tables, and pointed towards a table with some food. Julia thanked her, but she simply walked away in that enfuriating self-centered manner she possesed.
Julia picked up a plate with a sunny-side up egg and a cup of orange juice. She sat at one of the tables next to Sarah. She was playing around with one of the technology that had been in her packers, muttering to herself about how it was a different model, how obsolete it was, how it was better in Usrem. "What's that?" Julia asked, curious. Sarah just stared at her as if she was so groundbreakingly stupid that she didn't even deserve to be held to the same standards as her fellow human beings.
"You're from Usrem? I hear they don't make them well there, the people. All of them are so... Well, is you wanna know, look in a mirror. I assume you have one of your body at all times, so that shouldn't be too hard," It was a rather young voice, vibrant and with a certain tone of mischief. Julia swiveled her head aorund to search for the source of the comment, and at last found it. It was a boy, heavily freckled and with burnt orange hair. It was long and messy, covering his eyebrows and rolling behind his ears. He brushed it aside and sat down. He looked at Julia with hazel eyes and high eyebrows. Julia realized, suddenly, who he was.
"You're that guy!" She said, widening her eyes. "The puppet guy, I mean. Marcus, or something," She hid her face in her hands, dissapointed with her eloquence.
"Yeah, I'm Marcus. Are you new here?" Julia nodded quickly, not about to speak again and suffer another embarassing display of clumsy speech. "That 'puppet' thing, it's called being a koúkla. It's a punishment." He looked away, slightly biting his lip. "But only for really severe cases, like entering the weird room with a locked door. That's what I did." he added quickly, after recieving Julia's horrified stare.
"YTH did you do that? You're not s'pposed to open weird locked doors at the end of hallways. That's sort of why they're weird locked doors at the end of hallways. Duh" Sarah turned to see him with the same sort of superiority that she addressed Julia.
"It was an accident! I picked the lock! By accident!" Marcus cried, undignified. He turned at Julia again. "You just came from a Poe- district, right? Did they explain Us- districts over there?" Julia nodded, running the facts in her head. Poe- districts were where children went right after being born, and stayed with their carekeepers until 13 years of age, learning basic skills in all areas of specialization. Afterwards, they went to the Us- districts, were they recieved education specializing in the jobs that fit best according to your carekeepers. Once you had reached adult age, you went to the Tha- or Lum- districts, where you put your new knowledge to the test, unless you got designed as a teacher or carekeeper. Julia then tried to remember the differences between the suffixes in the districts over Poe-. -mere was mining and medicine, -line was for entertainment and sciences, -chawn was for government, agriculture, and electronics, -gen was for social services and shared entertainment with -line. Those were all he could think off from the top of her head. Sarah had mentioned Usrem, what did -rem districts work with?
Mr. Thernal cleared his throat and stood up. He opened his mouth and began to speak. "Today, we have recieved two new students into our ranks, I would like everyne to welcome Julia Mary Sirniou and Sarah Kaethmin, I see you have already met Marcus," he smiled feebly. It was obvious he was trying to emit a feeling of authority, but all Julia could see was anxious fear. "Ah, Sarah has been in another Manteío program before coming here, so I suppose she already knows what she is-" he then looked off into space, trying to find the right word, but then he continued. "Julia, this is your first year in Us-, right?" Julia began to nod, but Mr. Thernal continued without so much as a glance at her. "Then maybe I should explain. Uh... Nature, right?" Mr. Somque shook his head. "Alright, no, not nature. Well, in greek, "Manteío" means oracle. Oracles, the original ones, I mean, they were found in almost every culture. China, Celtic religion, Ancient egypt, India, Buddhist cultures (altough we already mentioned China. I think there are other buddhist places, right?), American Indians, Africa, Hawaii, and Norse mythology,
"So, um... The actual ones, the ones that weren't just hallucinating under drugs or something, they had a connection to nature, we think," He sighed, and rubbed his temple. "No, not like that, maybe someone else would be better at explaining this?" He looked around hopefully, but nobody stood up. "It's, sort of, there are two realms and..." he blanched, then sat down. "Ask Marcus, I'm no good at speaking in front of," he seemed to have lost his train of tought then.
Julia looked at Marcus, grinning. He laughed. "Basically, we need to keep contact with these weird creatures that live in the mines. The reason why so many things happen, Julia, is because Manteío are humans with an inborn ability to see and communicate to several different creature-thingymagigies, Ms. Ambersalde'll explain that part later, I can't pronounce the name," he leaned back. "Anyhow, the reason Mr. Thernal brought up the oracles is because most of them were Manteío. You see, in order to mantain balance between everything -that's our job, really- you need to be able to connect with 'the universe' or 'fate' or 'everything', or whatever you want to call it. I call it 'the-super-shiny-thing-that-noone-explains-and-occasionally-turns-into-these-colorful-ball-things', because that's what it is," He looked at Julia once again, then continued. "Then there were all these frauds and stuff, I can't really remember, but now we need-" there was another shrill sound, very much like what had woken Julia up in the morning.
"We butter getta class," said Sarah, standing up and leaving Julia and Marcus looking around them.
New chapter! I think this might be the longest one yet. Also, new characters! I won't be introducing any more charatcers from now on, trust me, and I will upload a pic of them soon. Meh, I'm not proud of this chapter. Too messy, i think. I didn't plan it well beforehand. EDIT: Here is the picture, it has all the characters, left to right top to bottom they are: Mr. Thernal, Ms. Ambersalde, Mr. Somque, Julia, Marcus, and Sarah. - Spoiler:
I hate the color of Mr. Thernal's hair, it's too orange, and not blond enough. You see, it's supposed to be a light brown-blondish color. Mr. Somque's body proportions are nothing to be proud of, either. And Marcus's eyes are too large. However, this is a fairly good picture, and I am especially proud of Ms. Ambersalde (Nailed that sarcastic grin!) Julia (she looks exsactly liked I imagined her), and a non-colored Mr. Thernal. Only I ruined it with color. | |
| | | Nakira Dedicated Fantagian
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sun Oct 31, 2010 1:06 pm | |
| The way you write dialogue is just amazing. I can tell what the some of the characters' personality traits are just by reading their dialogue. *7* | |
| | | nymphie Passionate Fantagian
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sun Oct 31, 2010 10:26 pm | |
| i totally helped you with it i caught where i did! lol awesome thx | |
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:30 pm | |
| Chapter 9 - Spoiler:
Marcus nudged Julia. "Do you have your schedual yet?" Julia nodded and pulled out a piece of paper she had found in her package. "No, that's your calendar. Keep it, though, you might wanna see it later," Julia shuffld around in her pocket some more and got out another slip of paper, with blocks of color-coded classes and activities. "Yeah, that's it. I think it has a map on the back, too. Just, check what your first class is," Julia scanned her eyes for "Thursday", then checked the first class. The words "Vaettir: Svartálfar and dvergar" were printed cleanly across the top. She looked at Marcus with high eyebrows and expectant espression. He laughed. "Old Norse, I think. They're the creature things, well, you should find out soon enough,"
Julia picked up whatever she thought she needed and ran out of the breakfast room, And checked her schedual. I said to go to room 8, but she couldn't find it. MArcus had said there was a map in the back of her paper, but she couldn't find one. Exasperated, he scanned the tops of the doors for numbers, only to be dissapointed with empty walls. She looked around for Sarah, but she was out of sight, having dissapeared completely and purposefully. She heard Marcus's jeering laugh from behind her and whipped around, furious.
"Having trouble?" He slouched over cooly, and tapped the folded the paper several times. With each simple turn of his hands, ink began to seep from the folds he created. He did it autonomosly, and after a minute or so, unfolded it. The paper was now soaked with ink, but with another shake of his hands, it began to return to the paper, except for some lonely lines that connected with each other to create a map.
Julia saw It was much more simple than she had thought, the facility. Sure, the paths folded over themsleves occasionally, and they were certainly long, but only a second glance at the map was necessary to discern the location of room 8. She got her schedual back, thanked him awkwardly, and ran towards the room.
The room was grey, with tall ceiling from which hung dim lights. Underneath, a few arbitrarily positioned lamps without shades lit the room more fully, and four wooden tables were in two rows behind a fenced-off area. Around the room, there were a few posters that either had diagrams of odd, human-like creatures or maps of the mines, with thumb-tacks hammered in. Sarah was already sitting bored at one of the back tables, flipping idly through the pages of her texbook. Julia sat next to her and tried to glimpse at the illustrated passages, which caused Sarah to surrepitiously close it with a bang and look at Julia with an accusing glance. She seemed to have recovered some of her old lively pride, and no longer seemed quite as tired.
They stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Marcus interrupted the staring contest. He was grinning stupidly for no reason, but atlast he stopped and put his bag on a chair and went off to look at one of the posters with interest. Sarah eyed him suspiciously, as if trying to read his mind, then got out a small notepad and jotted down a few notes.
Ms. Ambersalde opened the door and entered. She surveyed the class, nodded once, and sat at the front. "All right, everyone turn to page 19, and once you're done, summarize the lesson to the person sitting next to you. Marcus, who was the sole occupant of his table, raised his hand. "You can share with me, Marcus," she said dismissively.
Julia opened the textbook and after a second or so of frantic flipping, found page nineteen and read the title. "The Níu Heimar and Yggdrasil," Julia sighed deeply and began to read the first few paragraphs of the page, but rather than perusing it with a watchful eye, she simply skimmed over it and worked hard to absorb information which might prove itslef useful. At last, she turned to Sarah and asked if she was done. She nodded.
"Alright, so summarize for me," Sarah said excpectantly. A few seconds slipped by them as the tanglible silence writhed aorund them. "Well? Didn't you hear the teacher? Do you have comprehension problems or somehting? Because if you do, then perhaps you didn't understand the passage an-"
"I understood it. Let me summarize," Juliahid her face behind her hair and began to speak, unsure whether she was doing so cerrectly. She could feel Sarah's eyes boring into her skull, along with a sudden petrification that nailed her eyes to the floor and prevented her from looking up. "The tree of life, Yggdrasil, is a tree in Norse Mythology around which exist nine worlds. Nowadays, it is generally agreed that Yggdrasil i s purely metaphorical, while the nine worlds exist asiinterconnecting dimensions. It is our duty as Manteío to make sure the worlds mantain contact," Sh took a deep breath. "Was that alright?"
She looked up to see Sarah was looking at her critically, but not necessarily in a way that heralded Julia's failure. "Yes, I think so," She still had that bored look upon her face which suggested she hadn't really been paying attention, but Julia ignored it as best she could. There were a few uncomfortable moments without movement, bvut at long last Sarah took out her notebook and began to write once again.
"Er... What are yo-" But Sarah whipped herself around and glanced at Julia loathingly before returning to her notebook. "Sorry?" She muttured under her breath. Having nothing better to do until the class ended, she got out her textbook and read through the pages. I should be freaking out. Julia thought. I mena, I just discovered that thisis all real. I have suddenly discovered the answer to the happenings that keep confusing everyone, I shouldn't feel calm right now, I should worry for my own sanity, this doens't make any sense by everyday standerds, Julia. Perhaps it was because she had already taken her insanity for granted that she was able to mantain such a bored look on her face, or maybe it was because she had already excpected something like this to happen. There was something about the fantasticness of the situation that soothed her.
At last, Ms. Ambersalde stood up from where she was interrogating a red-faced Marucs, and stood at the front of the class. "Marcus, you learned this first thing this year, how can you not know what you got wrong?!" she asked angrily. "I suspect Julia back there," she tossed her head in Julia's general direction. "Was able to summarize the chapter well, and this is her first day! I mean, they even finished early," Sarah grinned at Marcus with the same arrongance with which she smiled at everyone else, and then turned back To Ms. Ambersalde with a bit more pride than she had had before.
Ms. Ambersalde continued talking infront of the class, and after twenty or so minutes of explaining what we had just read, handed out a worksheet that was to be finished for homework. As they walked out of the room, Julia could hear Sarah shrewdly ask Marcus if he could do it by himself or if her needed any help. Marcus seemed to have magically turned deaf.
Julai sighed and looked at her schedual for her next class. "I have Mr. Somque next," she said, then attempted to fold it like Marcus had done. Ink seeped out of the fold she created, though it did not feel wet.She folded it in half again, opened it and flattened it several times, and at last attempted to shake off the ink with the same hand gesture Marcus had used. The ink was soaked up by the paper, but instead of revealing an elegant map, it simply left behins a few random splatterings of black. Marcus sniggered and took it from her.
"Listen, you have to already know your way alround this wing by heart for it to work," Julia looked at him incredulously. "Yeah, I know, it's really pointless," he sighed. "Maybe it was supposed to be pointless," he said, whilst folding the paper with that same automation he did last time. At ast, the map re-appeared in the back of the paper, which Julia took gratefully.
Sarah frowned. "I won't need any... tricks... Like that, Thank goodness," She smirked. "I would also like to mention that I have already been studying for a year, making me-"
"Yeah, nobody cares," Marcus answered, impatiently.
"You're just jealous," Serah picked up her stride a bit, however, and there was a certain indignance to the way she flipped her hair behind her left shoulder. Marcus laughed loudly, in a way Julia would learn was his signature, and they ran towards Mr. SOmque's room, Julia with heavy assistance from the map.
"So, what excactly do we learn in this class? It says 'spells' on the schedual, but I don't-" Julia was rudely interrupted by Sarah's whining voice.
"If you had been learning for as long as I have," she drawled, with a particularly annoying emphasis on "learning" and "I". "Which is, BTW, a yeaaaaaarrr,"
"Congratulations, do you want an award?!" Marcus groaned, then turned to Julia. "Well? What do you think it is? Awful lot clearer than 'Vaettir: Svartálfar and dvergar', isn't it?" He grinned again. "Or do you think it might refer to ortography or something?" Julia looked at her map once more, turned a corner, and finally reached Mr. Somque's room.
"You're almost late," he said once they entered, not looking up from a paper he was poring over. "Take a seat, wherever you like," With a large, sweeping gesture, he stood up and began to talk. Julia tried to pay attention, pinched herself when she felt falling asleep, but Mr. somque was fond of using words and concepts he had no intention of explaining. Julia turned around to see Sarah playing with her nails and Marcus staring at the ceiling as if the most interesting thing he had ever seen was hanging from it.
The class ended, and they filed out of the class. Julia looked at her chedual once more. "Hey, Marcus, why do we only have three classes?"
Sarah came in. "That's because there isn't a lot to learn. Most things you need to know for this is just natural. Altough the practice sessions are long,"
"We're having one today, aren't we?" Marcus's freckled face caught up with them, and though he had hurried to talk to them, he had now recovered his usual, slightly cocky meandering pace. "I mean, Ambersalde said so," he examined his fingers silently. "I think we're going to the mines? There are a lot of..."
"Hello everyone," Mr. Thernal waved at them from his post near the door. "Please enter," He stepped aside to let them in. "Do you all know what we learn during techinque lessons?" He looked around expectantly, and when nobody answerede, he began to talk. Julia listened to him explaining, and suddenly realized she understood. It felt like such a random, trivial thing, but it caused her innumerable joy. For the first time today, she understood something out of the random noise that was going on around her.
then she felt frigthened. Once the blanket of apathetic obvliviousness had been lifted, her brain had begun to comprehend what had been going on around her since she had woken up to the shrill alarm, and it frightened her.
Yes, it was good that she understood why strange things loved to trasnpir ein her presence, but only in a way that heralded the fulfilling of curiosity, but not other than that. Everything had been hilarious up to that point, from the fantastic and impossible nature of things that had been happened, to the wildly quirky characters that surrounded her, it had seemed almost like a clichéd fantasy. But once coaxed by Mr. Thernal's words, the severed connection between Julia's body and superficial mind and her disbelieving subconscious was spontaneoudly fixed. She could feel her eyes growing full with the liquid representation of the overwhelming weight of it all.
"Are you all right?" Julia, surprised, looked up to see Mr. Thernal having stopped, looking at her quizically. He didn't seemed concerned in the least, however, simply mildly curious, and Julia felt incredibly grateful for this.
"Yes, I'm fine," Julia decided to pay attention at him once again rather than at Marcus's wide-eyed glance or Sarah's barely supressed smirk. Then again, Julia guessed that surpressing it wasn't excactly a priority for her. After the class had ended, they hurried outside of the room, only to be greeted by a slight pain above the earlobes and then a lous noise that shook the walls.
Chepter nine. This one is the longest yet. I'm really sorry for the lenght, they'll be shorter next time. And the plot will finally beggin to start. And yes, this is stupid. The last three or so chapters have been a nightmare. I can't write exposition. Plot and characterization are my strengths. eXposition? In your dreams, foo. And this is the worst chapter out of the three/four chapters. *sigh* | |
| | | Nakira Dedicated Fantagian
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:15 pm | |
| Stupid? I must disagree. Your style of writing is so eloquent and smart and gyahhhh I love it~. Also, what's expositions? /stupid question | |
| | | Makkine Moderator
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| Subject: Re: The one who laughs last Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:07 pm | |
| According to TvTropes: "Exposition is a literary tool that is used to give information to the audience through dialogue, description, flashback, or narrative.". I was going to quote the Wikipedia article instead, but it kept going on and on about rhethorical devices without really explaining anything. And it was longer than a sentence. Chapter 10 - Spoiler:
Chapter 10
Unsure where to go, Julia ran down the long hallway, followed by Marcus and Sarah. The ear-splitting noise continued to whine over their heads, worming it's way inside their heads and causing them a dull pain that somehow urged them to run forward and away from whatever was causing it. They saw Mr. Somque striding infront of them, and when he saw them he widened his eyes in a manner that was somehow threathening. "Follow me," he said in an undertone, and led them back to the place they had just escaped from so feverishly.
Mr. Thernal had hidden himself in a corner, looking fearful. "You know it wasn't me," he refused to look up from a spot on the floor he had chosen. "I was teaching, be reasonable." There was a strange look about him, as if he didn't really understand what he was saying. "I mean, if I-"
Mr. Somque did not speak, but closed his hand tightly around Mr. Thernal's wrist. He began to walk forward angrily. Julia looked at him closely, and decided that something about him -whether the purposeful walk he used, or the eyebrows a few milimeters closer than usual, or his silence that seemed indignant rather than sullen-gave the impresion of utmost fury.
"Let me go, Al-" Mr. Thernal seemd to have regained him composition and Mr. Somque ungrasped his wrist relunctantly and with a loathing expression. This was puzzling, Mr. Somque seemed to be more the kind of person who would simply ignore his order. "Thank you," Mr. Thernal nodded gratefully.
"If you are planning on going to supervise the situation, or to wait in the lunch hall, Olivia will not allow you," This sentence was said matter-of-factly by Mr. Somque.
"I am not intending to do any such thing, and I am offended by your suggestion," Mr. Thernal claimed rather proudly. "BEsides, I suppose Olivia will not have forgotten the last time this happened. Maybe I should remind you that I was free fo guilt that time too?" he chuckled. "I am afraid I don't understand why you continue to insist to blame me, Albert,"
Mr. Somque narrowed his eyes threathingly but apparently found no flaws in his logic, and contented himself with leading Marcus, Sarah, and Julia to the place where they had had breakfast that very morning.
He walked over to Ms. Ambersalde and they had a whispered conversation, with occasional glances towards the children, that culminated in Ms. Ambersalde leaving the room hurriedly and Mr. Somque sitting down with some piles of paperwork which he immediately got to filling out. Marcus had found himself a spot underneath a high window and was merrily humming some music to himself.
"Have you seen my notebook?" Sarah's voice came from behind her, and she seemed frantic. "I can't find i anywhere, you don't know what will happen if I can't find it, but it will be very bad and..." she continued to mumble incoherently, looking for her notebook by displacing everything around her and yelling at nobody in particular about how she needs to find it.
"I've got it," Marcus spontaneously appeared next to her, grinning wildly. "I stole it from her to see her reaction, and I have to say I am not dissapointed. This is gold, my friend,"
"Maybe you should give it back before she had a mental breakdown," Julia whispered, not really caring about Marcus's antics. "What do you think is going on?" she wondered aloud, for her thoughts seemed to have gone back to the strange alarm that had now stopped.
"I dunno, but Somque told me to get away from under the window. As if anyone could possibly see me, it's so high up," He leaned against the wall. "It's good, though, we don't get to have a practice section. I wasn't excactly looking forward to it, y'know?" He whistled to himself contentedly and carelessly began to undo the hem of his shirt.
Sarah had seen the notebook Marcus was holding in his hand, as she scuttled over, she took it from him with an angry scowl. "Why did you do that?!" her voice was slightly higher-pitched than usual, and she seemed on the verge of tears. "I think you thought it was my diary, didn't you? Well, no, it isn't, so you can just give it back!" She got out a pencil and began to write in it again, with a more noted urgency.
"I didn't think it was your diary or whatever, I just did it to annoy you!" Marcus called, still with a light tone of voice.
"Boys! I swear, they're all the same! I bet they're made in a clone factory or something!" She picked herself up as if even being near Marcus and Julia caused her hygiene to self-destruct, and walked to the other end of the room. Julia could hear Mr. Somque screaming at her to get out from under the window, not noticing that his voice would give them away more easily.
Once he had stopped, Marcus chuckled to himself. " 'Clone factory,'." he turned to Julia, barely containing his joyous laguther. "I swear, the best kind of humour is the unintentional kind," with another carfree giggle, he relaxed against the wall and seemed to have lost himself to another universe that was contained only by the limits of his cranium and daydreaming ablities.
Julia did not understand how the people around her could not be worried. Mr. Somque and Ms. Ambersalde seemed to be only patient, and cautious about the health of the people around them, but not worried in the suffocating, illogical manner. They were simply cuatious, but they had gotten out of this before. There was no reason to be worried. Marcus, of course, was humming to himself again. Sarah was still writing in her notebook. It seemd that the pressure on her chest and the frightening images that only intesinfied with the safe silence were solely Julia's. It was made even worse beecause Mr. Thernal still hadn't shown up, and because she had no idea what was going on.
The people inside the room seldom stayed with the same people for more than two hours at a time. They were in nearly constant movement around the room, stretching and switching spots around the room. The only person who seemed to stay in the same place was Sarah, still scribbling feverishly in her notebook. There was nearly no talking apart from the furious whispers that were somehow magnified by their low volume.
It was in this restlesness that prevented worry instead of indicated it that Mr. Thernal walked in.
A'ight, if anyone other than Nakira reads my story, please say so. I'm thinking about stopping posting it on FF (though still continuing it in my harddrive), but I guess that if many people read it and enjoy it, then not. Nakira, if you really really really really like it, there's this thing called "Private Messages". I think you've forgotten about them?Also, yey. Plot! Is! Epic! I was getting tired of infodumps I couldn't pull of. | |
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