This is a story we had to do for English.It was fun.
Still typing it up... *headdesk* I'm gonna try and finish it, cos I seriously want to.
So this is what I had so far.
All pictures are drawn by me so please don't copy them, or at least some credit would be nice, however character designs are based on several different pictures on Deviantart. I'll credit them at the end. All characters are copyright their respectful owners [idk who they are... I'm too lazy to look them up. Yes its quite sad.]
The pictures didn't turn out as great as I thought they would. >_<>
Oh yeh, when I say 'partner in crime' I mean 'person who I worked with me on this' hehe.
Chapter 1:
I originally did this with shading, and it kinda almost worked too. I'm quite proud of it. You have no idea how long it took me to figure out how to do her left hand [on the ground]. Around 20 minutes. And a lot of rubbing out and redrawings.
A lone girl, on the streets, runs, runs runs. Hair as black as night, skin as pale as snow. She keeps running, doesn't know where to go. She trips, she falls, and screams. She is grabbed, gagged, and carried off into a car. She is driven for many miles until she hears the roar of the ocean. She knows where she is, she tries to yell but the gag won't let her. She becomes still and quiet, as if knowing her fate.
Several hours later in Ardenia, a magic country with magical inhabitants, like fairies...
Alarms scream in warning as the lone man slips out of the bank, his loot safely on his back. He runs to a car, clicks his fingers and the car doors fling open. "I love magic." he sighs and jumps into the car and takes off. Behind him a sleek streamlined black car silently races behind him. Several minutes later, the lone man slips out of the car and into a narrow alleyway and confidently walks to a ruined building nearby, and is about to turn the handle when-
An arm rams down onto his hand, then into his stomach. Air is forced out of his body and he collapses. He tries to stand up but a weight is forced onto him, his arms jerked behind his back and the clink of metal sounds. He tries to separate his arms but no, they are hand cuffed. He slowly jerks [hey, an oxymoron! I think.] his head towards his captors. "Mr Potter, you are under arrest for robberey, breaking and entering a bank and car and speeding. Anything you say will be put against you if you try to escape I will kick your *donkey*. Got it?" says a young man with messy orange-brown hair. He is around 20 years old and about 5 foot 10-tall. He wears a smug look on his face. He turns to his blonde teenage assistant behind Potter and spreads his arm in mock bowing. "So Tink, how did I do?"
His assistant, with blonde hair in a bun shrugs with an unimpressed look on her face. "First part, good. Last part, unproffesional. Needs work Peter. But good job on getting Batman to lend us his latest Batmobile. Stylish." she says. Potter pipes up, saying, "Well, I think he did quite we-" Tink shuts him up by stepping on him with her boots. He doesn't say anything else.
Several hours later in Ardenia, a magic country with magical inhabitants, like fairies...
Alarms scream in warning as the lone man slips out of the bank, his loot safely on his back. He runs to a car, clicks his fingers and the car doors fling open. "I love magic." he sighs and jumps into the car and takes off. Behind him a sleek streamlined black car silently races behind him. Several minutes later, the lone man slips out of the car and into a narrow alleyway and confidently walks to a ruined building nearby, and is about to turn the handle when-
An arm rams down onto his hand, then into his stomach. Air is forced out of his body and he collapses. He tries to stand up but a weight is forced onto him, his arms jerked behind his back and the clink of metal sounds. He tries to separate his arms but no, they are hand cuffed. He slowly jerks [hey, an oxymoron! I think.] his head towards his captors. "Mr Potter, you are under arrest for robberey, breaking and entering a bank and car and speeding. Anything you say will be put against you if you try to escape I will kick your *donkey*. Got it?" says a young man with messy orange-brown hair. He is around 20 years old and about 5 foot 10-tall. He wears a smug look on his face. He turns to his blonde teenage assistant behind Potter and spreads his arm in mock bowing. "So Tink, how did I do?"
His assistant, with blonde hair in a bun shrugs with an unimpressed look on her face. "First part, good. Last part, unproffesional. Needs work Peter. But good job on getting Batman to lend us his latest Batmobile. Stylish." she says. Potter pipes up, saying, "Well, I think he did quite we-" Tink shuts him up by stepping on him with her boots. He doesn't say anything else.
Its the 'Batmobile' *coughnotcough* drawn by my partner in crime, whose name starts with W, hence the W rather than B on the front of the car. I kinda lost the original picture that went withthis part of the story, which was Tink and Peter in the alley, with Tink stepping on Potter. And if you're wondering, it's THAT Potter. The famous one.
[some time later...]
"Pan, Bell, how can I thank you enough?" says the police chief at the police station. "Crime has gone down 20% in the last 3 weeks, thanks to you."
"Our pleasure sir," replies Peter Pan, and strides out of the room, Tinkerbell following. "If you need help, then call us."
In the hallway, three women approach Peter and Tink. "Are you the crime fighting duo Pan and Bell?" says one tall lady in red, in a flowery, chatty voice.
"Yeah," says Peter, "Who's asking?" The three women bows. "We are Flora, Fauna and Merryweather, Princess Protectors." Tinkerbell pouts. "Princesses? Snobby crybabies that believe that guys that rescue them are their true love..." The small blue fairy glares at Tink. "Young lady, if you must know, Snow White, infamous Princess and not so famous for her calligraphy and flower arrangements-" "Pah." says Tink. "Tink..." Peter warns her. "-has been kidnapped by Captain Hook and we need to find people to rescue her. It's our Mission Possible!"
Peter looks at the blue fairy. "How do you know that Captain Hook has kidnapped her? And why aren't you going off to rescue her?"
"Well," replies the medium sized green fairy. "We are much to obvious to go rescue her, Hook will be expecting us. And we got this from him." The fairy holds out a scroll. Peter gingerly takes it from her and unfurls it, and scans through its contents. "Hook." he snarls, and turns the paper around to show Tink. On it there is one long scratch down the letter, like one big hook scratching down the letter in frustration.
Tinkerbell looks at Peter, then at the fairies. "We'll take the job. But we need reinforcements." Peter gives her a wink, "Don't worry Tink, I know a few people."
Chapter 2:
Snow White feels horrible. Being bound, gagged and lying on the cold floor does that to a person. She glances around, straining at the bounds that entrap her. All she can see is feet, all she can hear is racquet. Suddenly, the gag is being removed and she can talk again. She looks up, and glares at the face looming above her. "Hook." she spits. "Let. Me. Go." Hook leans closer to her face, his hook brushing her chin. She flinches, trying to move backwards. She can't. "I need you Ms White. And you are not to go until I let you go."
"Another game Alice-chan!" yells the men around the table at the Lisboa Casino. "I'm going to win this time!" yells one man. "I was nearly there with lucky Alice-chan dealing the cards!" The girl sighs, and shoves a headband with a bow on it into her hair. She props her hands on her hips. "Alright boys one more round, but only cos I'm Alice Wonderland, kay?"
If you haven't realised, Alice is the blonde one. And in the background, Peter's gone into bright happy Peter Pan and is reflecting on Alice learning how to hack computers in that Pink dress. Of course Peter didn't have to wear a pink dress as well, if you haven't figured that out yet... And I don't think Tinkerbell likes Alice so much, probably because of her close friendship with Peter, as Tink thinks Peter to be her best friend, and hopes he does as well. And no, close childhood friendships does not mean Alice actually likes likes Peter. Just want to clear that up cos my partner in crime for this project asked me that yesterday. I think. I can't remember.
Oh yeh and this is the 'Lisboa' casino, which is really a casino in Macau, China according to my partner in crime
[a few minutes later...]
"That's Alice. Like THE Alice in Wonderland?" says Tinkerbell, eyes wide. "But she's a-" "Poker dealer?" says Peter, "Well after Wonderland, Alice says that she needed to face her fear of cards so that's how it started. It is said that she could've bankrupted a large company of casinos by beating them in Blackjack but she didn't by giving them back all her won money. She's also a master hacker." "Hacker?" "It's another hobby. I remember in the summer of '96, me and her were at this camp learning to hack stuff at some random camp and she looked so cute in that pink frilly dress..." Tinkerbell glares at Peter. "No Peter. No. No nostalgic stories." Alice looks up, spots them and breaks into a huge smile and does an over done wave at them. "Peter!! Tink!!" she cries and runs over to them, throwing herself into Peter's arms. At this point I can tell you Tinkerbell looks really depressed. "How long has it been?!" she says, hugging a disgruntled Tinkerbell also, "3 years?! 2 years?!" "Two months..." Tinkerbell mutters under her breath.
Peter grins at her. "We have a job for you." Alice stops in her tracks, and looks at him. "Crime fighting? With you guys? No way. I'm too weak and stuff." "But you're a hacker." Peter argues. "And it is only for 2 days, tops." Alice frowns at him. "Um... ok. But we need to be back by Friday, I have a poker tournament then."
"That's Alice. Like THE Alice in Wonderland?" says Tinkerbell, eyes wide. "But she's a-" "Poker dealer?" says Peter, "Well after Wonderland, Alice says that she needed to face her fear of cards so that's how it started. It is said that she could've bankrupted a large company of casinos by beating them in Blackjack but she didn't by giving them back all her won money. She's also a master hacker." "Hacker?" "It's another hobby. I remember in the summer of '96, me and her were at this camp learning to hack stuff at some random camp and she looked so cute in that pink frilly dress..." Tinkerbell glares at Peter. "No Peter. No. No nostalgic stories." Alice looks up, spots them and breaks into a huge smile and does an over done wave at them. "Peter!! Tink!!" she cries and runs over to them, throwing herself into Peter's arms. At this point I can tell you Tinkerbell looks really depressed. "How long has it been?!" she says, hugging a disgruntled Tinkerbell also, "3 years?! 2 years?!" "Two months..." Tinkerbell mutters under her breath.
Peter grins at her. "We have a job for you." Alice stops in her tracks, and looks at him. "Crime fighting? With you guys? No way. I'm too weak and stuff." "But you're a hacker." Peter argues. "And it is only for 2 days, tops." Alice frowns at him. "Um... ok. But we need to be back by Friday, I have a poker tournament then."
In this scene, although I didn't put this in the actual story cos of time. Frog asks Peter why he is doing this job [being a detective]. Peter replies that it is fun. Typical Peter.
[around an hour later]
"Mr Frog?" says Peter, at the Ardenia Thermal pools. "We'd like to recruit you." The Frog looks up. He has pale green skin, long legs, and broad shoulders. Perfect swimmer’s build.
He looks at the duo, a sly smile playing across his face. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, about 100 dollars? We don’t know how much Flora, Fauna and Merryweather will pay us.” Peter replies. “Wait,” says the Frog, “You’re working for THE Flora Fauna and Merryweather?” “Yes. And we need you for your flexibility and speed. There will be a lot of fighting.” “Fighting?” says the Frog, “Alright. But you’re paying for my hospital fee.”
"Mr Frog?" says Peter, at the Ardenia Thermal pools. "We'd like to recruit you." The Frog looks up. He has pale green skin, long legs, and broad shoulders. Perfect swimmer’s build.
He looks at the duo, a sly smile playing across his face. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, about 100 dollars? We don’t know how much Flora, Fauna and Merryweather will pay us.” Peter replies. “Wait,” says the Frog, “You’re working for THE Flora Fauna and Merryweather?” “Yes. And we need you for your flexibility and speed. There will be a lot of fighting.” “Fighting?” says the Frog, “Alright. But you’re paying for my hospital fee.”
I did Puss in Boots too tall and too not-cute. I think.
[around 30 minutes later]
“Señor Boots, prepare to be defeated.” Says the boy, preparing to fight, his epee poise, and his mask over his face. “No,” says his opponent, “You be prepared. En guarde!” A fierce battle of fast feet, fast reflexes and even faster swords commences. The boy wares easily, but the opponent continues to attack with speed. It takes the opponent less than 2 minutes to defeat the boy, hitting him enough times to signal a defeat. “Señor Boots, congratulations.” Says the boy, “You have bested me.” “No,” the opponent removes his mask, revealing an orange cat face, with thin fading scars parting his fur. “Necessitas practicar practicar practicar. You need to practice.” “Are you Puss in Boots?” pipes up Peter. “Si niño.” Replies the cat. “What do you need?” “Well...”
“Señor Boots, prepare to be defeated.” Says the boy, preparing to fight, his epee poise, and his mask over his face. “No,” says his opponent, “You be prepared. En guarde!” A fierce battle of fast feet, fast reflexes and even faster swords commences. The boy wares easily, but the opponent continues to attack with speed. It takes the opponent less than 2 minutes to defeat the boy, hitting him enough times to signal a defeat. “Señor Boots, congratulations.” Says the boy, “You have bested me.” “No,” the opponent removes his mask, revealing an orange cat face, with thin fading scars parting his fur. “Necessitas practicar practicar practicar. You need to practice.” “Are you Puss in Boots?” pipes up Peter. “Si niño.” Replies the cat. “What do you need?” “Well...”
Another cut scene, Goldilocks was orginally going to just put on the posh British accent and have a rough one when normally talking. But I couldn't be bothered. I might later put in a scene at the *hem* 'Top Cook' set. Oh yah, Tink loves Top Cook [prolly cos of all the top of the line pots and pans] and Goldie Locks [I know it is spelt 'Goldilocks' but having no last name is weird in the present, unless it is you're really famous [like Beyonce or Madonna]. Or well I think it is.] is her favourite judge. Peter is trying to see how Goldie locks could fit into his battle plan, and can't seem to find any spaces for her.
[in the car/batmobile later...]
“I can’t believe that Goldie Locks came with us Peter!” says an excited Tinkerbell. “I thought that being the judge of Top Cook would allow her not to go with us.” “Well,” pipes up Peter, “Aren’t you talkative Ms Lock’s no. 1 fan?” Tinkerbell glares at him. “Shut up Peter.”
“So,” says the Frog, “Where are we going?”
“Fairy Godmother’s house, or more the hugest apartment in the whole entire world.”
Chapter 3
[several minutes later]
“Peter!” yells a voice belonging to a red woman with purple fairy wings. “Haven’t seen you in ages! I heard you were to rescue Snow White and look there’s your reinforcements! My gosh you sexist pig! All your women are white blonde women! I can’t believe you would do this Peter! I’m ashamed at you!” *she took a breath* “Well hello Tinkerbell, how are you?”
Cue a pregnant pause. “Um...” says Tinkerbell. ‘Do you know where Captain Hook is?” “Um yes, no MAAAAYYYBEEEE?” Goldie Locks rolls her eyes and says sarcastically in her posh British accent. “Would you like an autograph in exchange for the info?” Cue yet another pregnant pause. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She says, flicking her blonde curls.
[several minutes later, again. Wait, do I need to tell you what time is it?]
“Hook Bay?” Puss-in-Boots says in his thick Spanish accent. “That’s too obvious isn’t it?” “Yeah, well, bad guys these days are seriously dense so yes, it is.” Alice replies.
“Alright,” says Peter, “Here’s the plan.”
-Cue lots of arguing, planning and lots of other stuff-
[and several MORE minutes later at the warehouse base thingy that Snow White was in*heh heh*]
“Alice, flick the switch.” “Check, the power’s out.” “Frog, are you down the vent?” “Yes. But I’m not happy about it.” “Tink, you ready with the pixie dust?” “Yep.” “OK, on the count of three, Goldie, blow the door.” “One, two-“ BOOM!!! “Locks! I said on the count of THREE not TWO!” “Sorry Peter, didn’t hear you.”
To be continued...
I will edit and continue it later i.e. finish it today and definately by the end of tomorrow evening.
~Sylvia
P.S. For my English Teacher who is reading this, Sylvia is the name of a character I made to represent me a couple of years ago :D
*steals*
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