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Another story chain!
Another story chain!
Okay, so a friend and I started writing a story a long time ago, and we thought it'd be cool to see where it went if we posted its beginning on Chatterbox. So here it is. :)
In a cold cold mountain range there lived a girl named Kalina. Her hair was a rare shade of brown that almost seemed shadowed with gray. She had spectacular slate-colored eyes with flecks of ostrich, and her mouth was naturally the shade of bubble gum. Kalina was a quiet girl who blended well with the mountainside. In front of others Kalina was shy and wasn't up to much conversation, but alone, well that's a different story. Kalina loved to climb and was quick on her feet. When she was up above in the hills, she felt as if she was free, and could do anything. Even stay away from all the officials who kept her from the life she'd like to live.
Okay, let's see if we can make this into a really cool story; by the way Kalina is about 15 maybe older. I'm not sure.
submitted by Marina, age 13, Michigan
(February 2, 2013 - 6:43 pm)
(February 2, 2013 - 6:43 pm)
Wow. There are a lot of RRs going on at the moment. I like it.
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"Remy!" The call echoes for a second around the hollow in the cliff wall, followed quickly by the sound of scampering feet and a screech that can almost be called smug. Kalina races along the thin ledge, gasping heavily.
The hawk seems to smile and carves a banking turn that peels away from the cliff face and makes its way back towards Kalina. It lands on her outstretched arm, ruffling its feathers and looking very pleased with itself.
"You've got nothing to grin about, Remy," Kalina scolds it. "Unless you've found the Siber there is no reason I will ever follow you this far again. I can't always fix yor messes."
Remy caws in the manner one would expect a crow to. Kalina rolls her eyes and begins the arduous journey back down the cliff face to the village below.
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And my pathetic excuse for a first post. Yava says ioxo.
--L
(February 2, 2013 - 9:39 pm)
Top.
(February 3, 2013 - 1:39 pm)
I agree! Love all it all! Okay so...
Kalina dashes into the village, heaving, out of breath. Remy circled above her. She glanced around. No officials. Good. But she doubted many people were out on a day like this. It was cold, as usual, and rainy. The sky was grey, and threatened to really pour, which was one of the reasons Kalina had been so hesitant to follow Remy. The winds got dangerously strong here. Old stories of people hiking, and having trees blown on them, or knocked straight off the edge. Her parents always warned her about such things. Suddenly, she heard voices. Two men in grey camoflage were walking toward her. If they saw her, they'd start questioning, and that's the last thing Kalina wanted. She ducked into a dark alley and waited with baited breath. Finally they passed, and she let her self breath again. "What are you doing?!" A voice spoke behind her.
I will leave it now for the next person... Cappie says ecgo. Reminds me of snails.
(February 3, 2013 - 1:49 pm)
"I'm sorry sir, I was just about to leave, when I saw thought I saw the avocado of death!"
"Young girl," the officer said, "everyone know that the avocado is only a myth." He spoke with a lilting Russian accent, that made Kalina think of all the old spy movies her father had used to watch. Before the eggplant came and took him and her mother.
(February 3, 2013 - 5:28 pm)
"I thought it was real," Kalina blushed, "and I can't be that much younger than you. Hey do you know why we name dangerous things after fruits and vegetables?" she asked, deciding it was better to talk for once since this was something she never understood. "Like what?" the official asked. "For example the avacado, eggplant, and tomatillos," Kalina listed. "I don't know, I'm not even a full officer, I'm just supposed to act the part so people like you don't do something wrong. You're lucky I caught you, most officers are real officials. They wouldn't give you a second chance, unlike me. I do know though that the avacado is fake, the eggplant is a real disease, and that tomatillo is just another fancy way of saying war," stated the not-so-real officer. "I knew that too, everyone does," Kalina defended herself, not wanting the "officer" to think her stupid. "Then why did you say you were running away from the deathly avacado?" he questioned. "Because, I didn't want to admit that I was lost," she mumbled, hoping it would work, though the village was small. "Where do you live? I'll escort you," he said. Kalina started saying, "You don't have to--" "Nonsense, you say you're lost. If I don't escort you then I won't be doing my job," the strange guy interrupted. "Okay, but only until I recognize where we are," Kalina agreed.
Csays mypy, so, my pie?
(February 3, 2013 - 7:34 pm)
poke
(February 9, 2013 - 3:38 pm)
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(February 9, 2013 - 4:54 pm)
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(February 9, 2013 - 4:55 pm)
"I'm afraid there won't be much for you to recognize," the strange not-officer put in.
"What do you--mmphgh--!" Kalina watched the spark of emotion drain out of the man's eyes as he pulled a gag around her mouth.
"You must understand," he said in a conversation voice of one about to go on a friendly debate, not one that had just gaged Kalina. "I've been hired to watch you and see until you were far off and it was a good time for me to make an appearance. I never really wanted to... the more I watched you, the more I felt like I was intruding on a private life, full of private things, in a place where I didn't belong."
"Rmph--!" Kalina tried calling for the bird. "Mmph," she said, glaring at the man.
"Don't be that way! If you'll just follow me kindly with your hands behind your back, I won't even stuff you in a sack!"
I feel so priviledged, thought Kalina.
"Tony and I," said the man, and another camouflaged kidnapper appeared, with a dorky smile on his face, "will assist you. You might've guessed, but we're not really with the officials."
Kalina rolled her eyes, as if to say, "You think?"
"She's a little festy, isn't she?" asked Tony, drawling the words out slowly. As he approched, Kalina noticed how much taller he seemed now. He must've been at least six feet tall! Well, at least for now her status was "Festy." Her personal status was, on the other hand, scared-out-of-her-wits-as-well-as-being-kidnapped-which-was-a-much-slower-process-than-you'd-think. Yeah, she thought. I guess festy basicly rounds up my personal staus.
(February 10, 2013 - 8:43 pm)
Kalina walked slowly, faking being tired. Not that her captors minded. They talked, and laughed, evidently assuming she wasn't going to try anything. And what could she do? Her hands, tied behing her back, a gag stuffed uncomfortably in her mouth so she couldn't scream, and Tony, the one who had first gagged her, loosely held her by the elbow. She kept looking toward the skies. Where was that bird?! The one time she would give anything to have him hovering around, he was nowhere to be seen! They skirted the outside of the village. They then started leading her up toward the mountains. After walking for about 15 minutes, they came to a clearing. A sleek black helicopter sat, awaiting takeoff. Panic seized Kalina. "Dear Lord," she prayed quietly. "Help me out of this!"
Cappie says xrzh. Is he trying to say I'm crazy?
(February 11, 2013 - 6:58 pm)
@ Gollum
Totally off subject, but did you get the idea for an avacado of death from The Snarkout Boys and the Avacado of Death? i haven't finished it, it's by Daniel Pinkwater and very good, but this really has nothing to do with the thread. Just wondering.
(February 10, 2013 - 8:28 pm)
poke, poke :) dont let this die
(March 1, 2013 - 9:31 am)
poke.
(March 2, 2013 - 8:54 am)
Agreed. Don't die. I wrote the last post so...
(March 2, 2013 - 5:28 pm)
They put her in the back of the helicopter, in a not so comfortable position. Kalina tried to move so she could be more comfortable, but only managed to undo her gag. Not that it really mattered now, with the helicopter having such a loud roar. "Greaat, we're off schedule. Boss might get mad," complained Tony. "If you think being a few minutes late is bad, then you don't wanna hear what I have to say," replied the guy at the controls. Kalina decided to call him Fred, since it sounded sort of like fraud, and he was the one to pretend to be an official. "What?" asked Tony annoyed. "The helicopter won't do more than a hover," answered "Fred". "Well do you know what's wrong?" Tony asked, worried this time. "The bottom rotor is probably slipping on the shaft. I can fix it but it might take a while," Fred the fraud said parking the helicopter then getting out, leaving Tony and Kalina alone. "You're not freaking out. Is there something wrong with you, or are you just stupid?" Tony seemed to only know how to ask questions, which was annoying. Kalina rolled her eyes in response thinking, No one plans murder out loud, or in my case escape. "What exactly am I being taken for?" she asked, deciding it was her turn to ask the questions. "Not sure, you're most likely to be sold as some sort of slave, wife, or both. You could also have been taken so you can join the organizaton of- never mind you don't seem smart enough for it. But either way, I don't know. Sparks does though," he said. "Sparks?" Kalina wondered why somone would ever name their kid that. "That's just what Tony and a couple other guys call me since I know a lot of mechanical stuff. You can call me that too if you want," answered the guy she deemed as Fred. "No thanks, I'd rather call you Fred the fraud," Kalina objected. For some reason the Sparks guy laughed at this. Which was not what she was going for. Sparks, or Fred, or whatever his name was started the helicopter again, and they were off.
(March 3, 2013 - 5:45 pm)