Alright! Btw, can we go through Camp NaNo? I can't load normal NaNo on my phone, and my computer completely locks up...sorry. >, <

Booksy! Do you have enough time to do this? I hope you do because I enjoyed being your partner.  

Top! Poke! Top! Nudge!

*Bursts into thread* 'Course I do! Have to think of an idea, though...

So, Claaws, do you want to do the same thing as last time? Draw whatever looks best, and I'll make a story out of it.

Ya, sure! What do you think the best topic for you would be? I can draw whatever, really. 

"So, for the writer/artist instructions: the writer will write a story,
and then the artist will illustrate a scene from it. And I'll eliminate
one team this round."

The writer has to write the story first, and the artists have to draw an image from it for this round, I beleive. 

Hey, just so you know....This time the writer will write a story first, and then the artist will draw a scene from the story. :)

@Admins: In my writing piece, I'm planning to use some dialogue in Hindi. If I translated it all, would that be okay?

No, because we'd still need to check it ourselves, and we don't have time to do that. I'm sorry.

Admin

How's the story coming?

May 14 . . . though it looks like we're the only one with our submission in. Here you go:

Warm. Nice. Soft wet from the sky. Trees - drip drip drip. Nest. Food.

. . . Home.

Vihaan took one last drag from his cigarette as the car pulled to a stop, sliding slightly as the muddy tires skidded on the wet floor. As he stepped out, waterproof boot squishing against the mossy ground, the rainfall immediately extinguished the small flame, making him grumble as he pulled on a leathery pair of gloves stored in the back of the truck. Next to him, Ayaan was grabbing a small cage, swinging it brightly as he walked into the brush.

"It'll escape anyway. What's the point?" Vihaan grumbled, dragging his feet through the rainforest. Soil turned over the toe of his already blackened boots, making them uncomfortably wet and squishy.

"It won't escape. We're too good at this for that," Ayaan consoled him, traipsing through the mud. A wide smile spread across his face, crinkling dark eyes covered with locks of hair. As if that were true! Weeks had gone by without them finding a single exotic animal, and the two were almost broke, desperate for anything they could find in the rainforest. Ayaan was always such an optimist, and yet it was he who complained the most about their line of work - and not just because of the lousy pay.

Vihaan rolled his eyes - and caught sight of a flash of blue. He twirled, cursing the squelch his boots made, and snuck up on the bird ahead. A peacock, incredibly focused on the ants it was downing one after the other. In a carefully practiced movement, Vihaan shot his hands out towards the bird, who didn't even have time to squalk before it was stuffed inside the cage.

Hands - hands! Filthy hands, dirty hands, oily hands - grasping, mussing, soiling. Off! Off!

Ayaan sighed, holding it up and looking into the peacock's beady eyes. "Let's just bring it to the Himalayas and get it over with."

The trip was long and tiresome, especially with such a measly load to transport, but at that point the two were desperate for anything they could bring. Ayaan even vomited over the side of the boat as they sailed from the Lashadweep Islands back to the mainland of Karnataka, and he had the stomach of a sailor. From there it was another long journey to the Himalayas, where the peacock would be set free.

Cramped - cold. Swaying. No room to move. Feathers - feathers ruined, feathers awful.

Like all the others, the bird was completely unnerved by the snow, and tried to fly away from it before realizing that it fell from the sky as well as blanketed the ground. Vihaan and Ayaan watched the peacock's progress for a while, but they'd seen the same thing so may times that it was simply boring, so they soon turned away and left. As hired help, they were none to complain about their line of work, but a colony of exotic animals in the Himalayas was one of the strangest things they'd ever heard of.

Wet - wet! Cold! Bad, bad, wrong wet - not right, not natural! No. No. Run. Run! 

The sky - from the sky. Sky and ground - no escape, no escape. Everywhere. Anywhere.

Is that . . . ?
Blue! More blue!

Hello! Hello!

If the two had turned, they would have seen a happy peacock, fluttering towards a sight it may or may not have seen.