Cos it will be 2010 in like 1 hour 45 minutes.
Latest blog post ever.
HAven't given up on blog posts yet.
So yeah. Go next decade :D
Sorry, not getting a Sylvia comic for this. Maybe next year i.e. tomorrow.
Enjoy the 1 hour 43 minutes left of 2009 and the noughties decade.
~Sylvia
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The difference between CLEANING and DECORATING
*mini rant*
You might not think there is a difference, Well, it seems you are in the same boat as my Mum. Get the hell out of the damn boat, There is a difference. Of course there is. Dictionary meaning:
cleaning:
an act or instance of making clean: Give the house a good cleaning.
decorating:
To furnish, provide, or adorn with something ornamental; embellish.
Well, obviously, she hasn't realised that putting something UP on the WALLS to GET IT OUT OF MY MIND to TIDY IT AWAY AND GIVE IT A HOME is actually CLEANING not DECORATING.
hmph.
In the end I put the 'deco-bloody-rations' in my draw. Which means I'll have to put it away later. *rolls eyes*
-minirant end-
Ok. That made absolutely no sense.
You might not think there is a difference, Well, it seems you are in the same boat as my Mum. Get the hell out of the damn boat, There is a difference. Of course there is. Dictionary meaning:
cleaning:
an act or instance of making clean: Give the house a good cleaning.
decorating:
To furnish, provide, or adorn with something ornamental; embellish.
Well, obviously, she hasn't realised that putting something UP on the WALLS to GET IT OUT OF MY MIND to TIDY IT AWAY AND GIVE IT A HOME is actually CLEANING not DECORATING.
hmph.
In the end I put the 'deco-bloody-rations' in my draw. Which means I'll have to put it away later. *rolls eyes*
-minirant end-
Ok. That made absolutely no sense.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sylvia is about to go see New Moon
There is a few ways this could go, the more likely being:
1) That I think that the movie was ok, but nothing special and walk out of the cinema and continue the same way with my life. I try not to be bias of hating the Twilight Saga, as I have never read it before, and a certain awesome BLOG kinda influenced me.
However, I could also do these things:
2) Absolutely love it and in the process fall in love with Taylor Laughtner/Robert Pattinson. If this happens, you are allowed to either:
a) Gibbslap me [whack me on the back of the head]
b) Rant on about how on earth I could actually like it
c) Ignore me until next year
d) Point out excruciatingly disgusting bits about the film, thus bringing me back to the Twi-inthemiddlers/Twi-on-th-fencers
Thats for Livi, Leaflower, possibly Angel etc.
Now for those who actually do like the series, I give you permission to do this:
e)Say something on the lines of "Ha, told you so."
f) Randomly say awesome it is at any point of our upcoming conversations
g) Give me posters of the whole cast, preferrably not topless. I will probably still have some form of rational thinking in my head as I, like Master Fowl II, is trying to squash puberty and adolesence as far out of my head as possible, and giving me posters of them just gets my hyped up girly side out. And trust me, you do not want to see it.
h) Try to convince me to boycott Blogging Twilight. If you do manage to convince me to, then you should seriously get a medal.
3) I absolutely hate it, and walk out of the movie theatre screaming "What is this crap?!"
None of you have permission to tape my mini tantrum. Don't you dare.
4) Get annoyed with it and start drawing on my hands.
That was original plan prior to this post, but I'll give the movie a chance and not bash them until I'm certain I hate it. Because I might not.
My Twilight hands plan:
Bear in mind that you can only put a certain amount of letters on your hands and fingers, so I had to um, cut down a few words.
Now, starting with the fingers, the red row says "DAN B 4 PREZ!" We all know who Dan B is, of course. [Search up Blogging Twilight if you don't.]
Green writing on right hand says "VK 4 EV[A]" Because I like Vampire Knight is better than Twilight. I think.
On the left hand, the blue writing says "TEAM ELRIC!" because "TEAM EDWARD ELRIC" couldn't fit.
On the right hand palm, it in blue says "WALTER BISHOP SAYS VAMPS AREN'T REAL!"
Fringe is cool.
On the left hand palm, it states in yellow "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE! [THEY WELD GUNS!]" I couldn't fit in the last bit.
But think about it! Loads of Vampires weld guns. Zero does, Alucard from Van Hellsing I think does [IDK, but lately a lot of people in forums have been mentioning him], Blade [half but still] does, I'm not sure if Angel does... but Booth does and they're played by the same actor :D
Alright, symbols. Right hand palm is Zero's Bloody Rose gun.
Left hand palm is the no vampires sign and a Jetpacking Werewolf. Blogging Twilight reference there.
So, wish me luck! I'll try to stay positive and I'll report back afterwards.
~Sylvia
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I know I should be doing my Sylvia's Holidays series....
But this is crack:
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/12/18/my-crush-is-a-cartoon
The comments I mean, they're like going gaga and reminiscing about everyone from Zero to Zuko to Robin to Jim from Treasure Planet to Simba to Ferb to Spongebob Squarepants. It's amazing what people used to crush on.
And Alisha, read comment 155. I DID NOT KNOW THAT!!!!!
I don't think I ever had any guys I had a 2D crush on, or any guys full stop, and if I did, then it was when I was like 7 and I can't remember them. [I'm serious, don't glare at me like that people].
But I suppose majority of the guys in my animes/books I'm kinda all 'they'd be awesome to meet.' Does that count?
But if I did meet them, I CERTAINLY would not be like the girl in this story:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5377823/1/Welcome_to_Fanfiction
I mean, I would probably shrug my shoulders at most of the people, avoid Artemis, Light and Draco as they probably kill me/hate me, glower at Edward [Cullen] for about 2 seconds and state plainly that Edward [Elric] is:
a) pretty damn awesome
b) is not short, I mean, I'm short, and he's taller than me by around 7 centimetres, which is actually a lot, considering the fact that I will probably not grow that much before I stop growing.
c) I'm on his team, not Edward [Cullen]'s or Jacob's.
Oh, and this non-guide to fanfiction is crack [by same person]:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5193424/1/How_Not_To_Write_Fanfiction_A_Non_Guide
BTW, this was in the Artemis Fowl section, so there will be references to that, but it applies mostly to everything.
Merry Xmas if I don't post before the day again. ^_^
~Sylvia
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/12/18/my-crush-is-a-cartoon
The comments I mean, they're like going gaga and reminiscing about everyone from Zero to Zuko to Robin to Jim from Treasure Planet to Simba to Ferb to Spongebob Squarepants. It's amazing what people used to crush on.
And Alisha, read comment 155. I DID NOT KNOW THAT!!!!!
I don't think I ever had any guys I had a 2D crush on, or any guys full stop, and if I did, then it was when I was like 7 and I can't remember them. [I'm serious, don't glare at me like that people].
But I suppose majority of the guys in my animes/books I'm kinda all 'they'd be awesome to meet.' Does that count?
But if I did meet them, I CERTAINLY would not be like the girl in this story:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5377823/1/Welcome_to_Fanfiction
I mean, I would probably shrug my shoulders at most of the people, avoid Artemis, Light and Draco as they probably kill me/hate me, glower at Edward [Cullen] for about 2 seconds and state plainly that Edward [Elric] is:
a) pretty damn awesome
b) is not short, I mean, I'm short, and he's taller than me by around 7 centimetres, which is actually a lot, considering the fact that I will probably not grow that much before I stop growing.
c) I'm on his team, not Edward [Cullen]'s or Jacob's.
Oh, and this non-guide to fanfiction is crack [by same person]:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5193424/1/How_Not_To_Write_Fanfiction_A_Non_Guide
BTW, this was in the Artemis Fowl section, so there will be references to that, but it applies mostly to everything.
Merry Xmas if I don't post before the day again. ^_^
~Sylvia
Monday, December 14, 2009
Black Roses
Ok, this is not really a full story, just part of it, but I feel like putting it up. This is not me putting any religions/views down, neither is this what I believe is how miracles happen [sounds weird but you will get I mean later] and seriously, I'm not really sure how I got the idea for this story at all. This is all fiction, and is copyrighted to me, i.e. this is mine do not steal it. That means you Angel.
I did this ages ago btw, like in May xD.
Oh, and the series is called the Nirvana Saints, and although I don't really know the ending, this is the first book of the trilogy.
Prologue, Chapter 1
“I’m sorry. I really am, Luce.” She cried, as she stumbled through the misty depths of the forest.
“I’m sorry I followed you out of our dorms and called you chicken. This is not funny Luce! I mean it! I can’t see a thing.”
She shoved her arms in front of her body and swung them around her like she was a zombie. The cool night wind wrapped around her body, whipping through her hair, finding the gaps in her night dress and diving through them, to her bare skin, and chilling her to the bone.
She felt scared and tired. Why had she followed Lucy out of the dorms into the forest nearby? Why had she felt that she needed to follow her? She wiped cold sweat from her pale face, shivering all the while. She coughed, feeling the sickly-sweet wind blast through her nose, smelling like the taste of cough-drops, of medicine. She felt woozy and nauseous, like someone had filled her head with helium. The trees seemed to whisper, excited, or nervous. The wind screeched like magpies in joy, swirling around her body. Her senses seemed like they had sharpened hundred-fold. She smelled smoke in the distance, from a farmer’s fireplace. She heard the animals with their pattering feet, scurry about the forest. And she saw a shaft of light through the mist. She stepped towards it, her every footstep thudding along with her heart.
Suddenly, a blazing light scorched her eyes. She fell backwards, onto the twisted roots of the trees, onto the soft moss that grew there. A dagger of pain surged through her back, and she yelled, louder than she ever had, like she was a lion being attacked by a whole pack of elephants. Through the inky blackness of pain, she could make out a figure. It was a woman with rippling hair, flowing dress and delicate features. She had wings sprouting from her back, bird wings, pure white, that fluttered gently in the coming wind. She was so beautiful. “What the hell?” she said, her mouth agape. “Who the hell are you?” “Now, now,” said the angel, her voice like honey, too sweet that it was disgusting. The girl could see through the angel’s facade to her soul of malice and wrath. “You wouldn’t say that to friend would you?”
“Lucy? But you, you look nothing like her.” Whispered the girl, more scared than relived. “You don’t sound like her.” “We are the same, but different. We are more perfect, but still the same. And you are our opposite. You are the beginning, we are the end. You are the North, we are South. We are completely opposite.” “I don’t get it. Luce. What are you on about? We are the same; we’re both-““I don’t have time!” yelled the angel suddenly, but in a different voice, a young girl’s voice. “Luce!” yelled the girl. “You’re back!” “I have only a few minutes until she takes over forever, and I’ll be lost. You know what Hope said! One of us will be gone to the side of our enemy. That’s me! I’m, I’m-against you now. I’m not going to be me anymore. She’ll take over, my reverse personality. You have to go back and tell Hope, now go, before I lose control, hurry!” “What, Luce, what are you on about?” the girl said colour draining from her face. “Hope says that one from Our Side goes to the Their Side. That’s me. I’m a traitor. I’m the new Angel of Death.” “Oh God,” said the girl, in a hoarse voice. “Now go,” yelled the angel.”Run!”
So she ran.
Prologue Chapter 2
7 years later, Sifron Temple
“Sister Marie! Come quick!” Marie Lamsuke picked up her robes, and hurried after the dainty young girl running ahead of her into a wide room with a marble floor, stained glass ceilings and high balconies surrounding the room. A woman in a black robe that covered everything apart from her face was kneeling next to a girl in spread eagle position, blood trickling onto the marble floor.
“Annalese!” the dainty young girl screamed, her hands going to her mouth. “This is my fault Sister Marie. We were walking on the upper balcony and I must’ve bumped her and she fell over the edge and oh-” Marie looked at her with piercing grey eyes. “This is not your fault, Beth. It was accident.” She turned to the woman in the black robe. “Sister Alastair, what is the condition of dear Annalese? Is she-” Sister Alastair looked up at Sister Marie. “She is with the Gods, the great Pthinea in their realms, Sister Marie. Do you have the Celestial Jewel?” Sister Marie, gritting her teeth to stop the tears, pulled a gold disk with 10 perfect jewels and set it on Beth’s still heart. She turned to Annalese, who had sunk to her knees, her head in her hands. “Annalese, be brave, it was fated to happen. And we will continue Beth’s legacy, to be kind, caring and to campaign for the ban on whaling. You know we will do that.” She turned to the door. “Sister Alastair, I am going on a walk, and I don’t know when I will be coming back.” “You won’t do anything rash, will you?” came a voice behind her. She ignored it.
She came to a fountain, in the middle of the public courtyard nearby next to the motorway bridge. There was the odd car around, flashing their headlights in the crisp cold night. She unclasped her robe and let her dirty blonde hair flow down her back to her waist. It felt good, being free. Being a Sister meant that she had to wear the robe every time she went in the temple, sometimes for 24 hours at a time. In the latest rituals, a ten-day ceremony, all Gods were prayed to, regardless of their situation or who they were. If a Sister ran out of time to pray to a God, then she would have bad consequences. There were rumours of Death or Insanity that rippled through the temple. She had had but two hours of sleep throughout the last 10 days and felt like a young woman in an old woman’s body. And hadn’t she just prayed to the Goddess of Life a few minutes before the girl had fallen? Shouldn’t the Goddess have saved the girl? Or is it something was wrong with what she had said to her?
The Gods, the almighty Gods that ruled this world, and knew every aspect of it, had failed, so she, Sister Marie had failed. Shouldn’t she have checked on the girls and made sure no-one was to leave? Shouldn’t she have made someone patrol the corridors? Shouldn’t she- It was all her fault. Her fault. One girl. Dead. On her watch. Never to speak again. Sans everything. She was to be blamed. She was to be fired. Insulted. Jeered. Ashamed. To never show her face again. Not until she died. Isolation. Sorrow. Loneliness. Death. She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she did was run. And run. And run. And run. And fall. Wind flowing into her hair. Plunging into the tiny lights of the cars below. She was going to die. Death. Hell. Heaven. Gods. Sans everything. Never to see the temple again. Never to see the girls again. Nev- She gasped. This wasn’t right. She didn’t want to die. Not now. Not yet. The girls needed her. The Sisters needed her. And she was plunging to her death. Her eyes widened. Not now. Please. Not now. Make it stop. The ground was closing in fast. She knew it was wrong. She needed to stop. But she couldn’t. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst...
It never came. She flopped into someone’s arms, and fainted.
Chapter 1
Marie –we’ll call her this from now- slowly opened her eyes. The whole world seemed to be a blur and every muscle seemed to ache. Was she dead? Of course she was dead, she had just jumped off a bridge, hadn’t she? Didn’t she? She blinked, a figure looming over her. Was that the God of Death himself? No, it can’t have been, voices were above her, child’s voices, arguing with each other.
“Oh hell, I thought I killed her.” Said one deep voice, a male with a British accent.
“Jerry! Language please!” yelled the other voice, a polite female voice with an American accent.
“Ismeira, just grow up.”
“What are talking about? Just because I am 3 months younger than you-“
“And 16 and you don’t swear? Weird.”
“I am not weird! I am just well brought up in good family and taught that those who swear obviously have no brain to say something else so they just yell swear words out of their foul little pie holes.”
“I’m brought up in a bad family Is?”
“No but the way you are going you might as well be the same as those 11 year olds that kiss in public, which is illegal and teens who-“
“What, making out in public is illegal?”
“For children fewer than 16 years old yes.”
“God, half the class’s broken the law.”
“Jerry look, she is awakening!”
“You sound like Starfire with all that proper English.”
“Who is Starfire?”
“Who-who are you people?” Marie muttered. “Aren’t I meant to be-?”
“Dead,” replied the female voice. “Well, yes and no, I mean it is your choice Ms. Lamsuke. That’s what we are here fo-“
“Wait, how do you know my name? I don’t even know you.”
“Well, it is hard to explain, Jerry may you please help Ms. Lamsuke up please? She probably cannot see us, poor Ms. Lamsuke.”
“And why the hell aren’t you doing this?”
“Jerry, language please, we are in the presence of a Sister! You do not use language like that Jerry. I am the one explaining this dilemma to Ms. Lamsuke or would you like to do the talking instead?”
“Yeah yeah Is, seriously, lighten up.”
Two strong arms lifted Marie into sitting position. She blinked again. A pale teenage girl with long dark red-brown hair in a ponytail came into focus. She was wearing a purple turtle-necked t-shirt and shorts with tassels and calf-length boots. The boy was taller than the girl; with dark brown-almost black hair that covered most of his face. Some sort of tattoo in a ‘V’ shape was under his left eye. He wore a dark green jacket with the collar flipped up, and black combat pants. He had a square jaw and an almost hostile look in his eye. The girl beamed at the boy,
“Can you not smile for once Jerry? You are frightening Ms. Lamsuke.”
“Is, on topic. Now.”
She looked at Marie, brushing one of her bangs aside.
“I am sure you are wondering why you are not dead, who we are and how we know you. Now, I believe Ms. Lamsuke, sorry for asking you this, but when you were about to fall, did you at any point, hesitate?”
“Um... well it didn’t really register I think I just-“
“Think clearly Ms. Lamsuke. Did you actually jump by yourself? Or were you pushed?”
“What?”
“Think Ms. Lamsuke.”
Marie was running. Running. To the bridge. At the edge. Ready to jump. Hesitation. Thoughts. But what about the temple? Will they get over me? What about the girls? Or the-? A dull thud at her back. Shock. Fall. Down. Down. Down. Down. Thump into arms. Darkness.
“Ms. Lamsuke? Are you alright? You almost blacked out again. Did you find anything in your recollection?”
“I was-was-hesitating. I was pushed in the back. And fell.”
“Oh good. That is good.”
“What do you mean good? I was nearly killed! I mean if it wasn’t for you-”
“Exactly, Ms. Lamsuke. Now please try to bear with me. This may a tad far-fetched and unbelievable but I promise you, that it is all true Ms. Lamsuke. Jerry, this boy-”
“Man.” Coughed Jerry behind her.
“-Man and I are known as the Nirvana Saints. Do you know anything about us?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, what we do is our leader, the honourable Celeste, chooses, or well predicts people that will die soon of an accident, an unfair death. She then sends us out and we each of the Saints have a million lives and will ask the person whether they want to continue to wherever, or replace their lost life with one of ours. You were pushed to your death, by a person who we are not sure of. This makes your death an accidental death, and eligible to be chosen to be saved. So now, having that considered, we ask you, ‘do you want to go over?’”
I'll finish it later? Like in a year or so? Yeah, prolly.
}Sylvia{
I did this ages ago btw, like in May xD.
Oh, and the series is called the Nirvana Saints, and although I don't really know the ending, this is the first book of the trilogy.
Prologue, Chapter 1
“I’m sorry. I really am, Luce.” She cried, as she stumbled through the misty depths of the forest.
“I’m sorry I followed you out of our dorms and called you chicken. This is not funny Luce! I mean it! I can’t see a thing.”
She shoved her arms in front of her body and swung them around her like she was a zombie. The cool night wind wrapped around her body, whipping through her hair, finding the gaps in her night dress and diving through them, to her bare skin, and chilling her to the bone.
She felt scared and tired. Why had she followed Lucy out of the dorms into the forest nearby? Why had she felt that she needed to follow her? She wiped cold sweat from her pale face, shivering all the while. She coughed, feeling the sickly-sweet wind blast through her nose, smelling like the taste of cough-drops, of medicine. She felt woozy and nauseous, like someone had filled her head with helium. The trees seemed to whisper, excited, or nervous. The wind screeched like magpies in joy, swirling around her body. Her senses seemed like they had sharpened hundred-fold. She smelled smoke in the distance, from a farmer’s fireplace. She heard the animals with their pattering feet, scurry about the forest. And she saw a shaft of light through the mist. She stepped towards it, her every footstep thudding along with her heart.
Suddenly, a blazing light scorched her eyes. She fell backwards, onto the twisted roots of the trees, onto the soft moss that grew there. A dagger of pain surged through her back, and she yelled, louder than she ever had, like she was a lion being attacked by a whole pack of elephants. Through the inky blackness of pain, she could make out a figure. It was a woman with rippling hair, flowing dress and delicate features. She had wings sprouting from her back, bird wings, pure white, that fluttered gently in the coming wind. She was so beautiful. “What the hell?” she said, her mouth agape. “Who the hell are you?” “Now, now,” said the angel, her voice like honey, too sweet that it was disgusting. The girl could see through the angel’s facade to her soul of malice and wrath. “You wouldn’t say that to friend would you?”
“Lucy? But you, you look nothing like her.” Whispered the girl, more scared than relived. “You don’t sound like her.” “We are the same, but different. We are more perfect, but still the same. And you are our opposite. You are the beginning, we are the end. You are the North, we are South. We are completely opposite.” “I don’t get it. Luce. What are you on about? We are the same; we’re both-““I don’t have time!” yelled the angel suddenly, but in a different voice, a young girl’s voice. “Luce!” yelled the girl. “You’re back!” “I have only a few minutes until she takes over forever, and I’ll be lost. You know what Hope said! One of us will be gone to the side of our enemy. That’s me! I’m, I’m-against you now. I’m not going to be me anymore. She’ll take over, my reverse personality. You have to go back and tell Hope, now go, before I lose control, hurry!” “What, Luce, what are you on about?” the girl said colour draining from her face. “Hope says that one from Our Side goes to the Their Side. That’s me. I’m a traitor. I’m the new Angel of Death.” “Oh God,” said the girl, in a hoarse voice. “Now go,” yelled the angel.”Run!”
So she ran.
Prologue Chapter 2
7 years later, Sifron Temple
“Sister Marie! Come quick!” Marie Lamsuke picked up her robes, and hurried after the dainty young girl running ahead of her into a wide room with a marble floor, stained glass ceilings and high balconies surrounding the room. A woman in a black robe that covered everything apart from her face was kneeling next to a girl in spread eagle position, blood trickling onto the marble floor.
“Annalese!” the dainty young girl screamed, her hands going to her mouth. “This is my fault Sister Marie. We were walking on the upper balcony and I must’ve bumped her and she fell over the edge and oh-” Marie looked at her with piercing grey eyes. “This is not your fault, Beth. It was accident.” She turned to the woman in the black robe. “Sister Alastair, what is the condition of dear Annalese? Is she-” Sister Alastair looked up at Sister Marie. “She is with the Gods, the great Pthinea in their realms, Sister Marie. Do you have the Celestial Jewel?” Sister Marie, gritting her teeth to stop the tears, pulled a gold disk with 10 perfect jewels and set it on Beth’s still heart. She turned to Annalese, who had sunk to her knees, her head in her hands. “Annalese, be brave, it was fated to happen. And we will continue Beth’s legacy, to be kind, caring and to campaign for the ban on whaling. You know we will do that.” She turned to the door. “Sister Alastair, I am going on a walk, and I don’t know when I will be coming back.” “You won’t do anything rash, will you?” came a voice behind her. She ignored it.
She came to a fountain, in the middle of the public courtyard nearby next to the motorway bridge. There was the odd car around, flashing their headlights in the crisp cold night. She unclasped her robe and let her dirty blonde hair flow down her back to her waist. It felt good, being free. Being a Sister meant that she had to wear the robe every time she went in the temple, sometimes for 24 hours at a time. In the latest rituals, a ten-day ceremony, all Gods were prayed to, regardless of their situation or who they were. If a Sister ran out of time to pray to a God, then she would have bad consequences. There were rumours of Death or Insanity that rippled through the temple. She had had but two hours of sleep throughout the last 10 days and felt like a young woman in an old woman’s body. And hadn’t she just prayed to the Goddess of Life a few minutes before the girl had fallen? Shouldn’t the Goddess have saved the girl? Or is it something was wrong with what she had said to her?
The Gods, the almighty Gods that ruled this world, and knew every aspect of it, had failed, so she, Sister Marie had failed. Shouldn’t she have checked on the girls and made sure no-one was to leave? Shouldn’t she have made someone patrol the corridors? Shouldn’t she- It was all her fault. Her fault. One girl. Dead. On her watch. Never to speak again. Sans everything. She was to be blamed. She was to be fired. Insulted. Jeered. Ashamed. To never show her face again. Not until she died. Isolation. Sorrow. Loneliness. Death. She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she did was run. And run. And run. And run. And fall. Wind flowing into her hair. Plunging into the tiny lights of the cars below. She was going to die. Death. Hell. Heaven. Gods. Sans everything. Never to see the temple again. Never to see the girls again. Nev- She gasped. This wasn’t right. She didn’t want to die. Not now. Not yet. The girls needed her. The Sisters needed her. And she was plunging to her death. Her eyes widened. Not now. Please. Not now. Make it stop. The ground was closing in fast. She knew it was wrong. She needed to stop. But she couldn’t. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst...
It never came. She flopped into someone’s arms, and fainted.
Chapter 1
Marie –we’ll call her this from now- slowly opened her eyes. The whole world seemed to be a blur and every muscle seemed to ache. Was she dead? Of course she was dead, she had just jumped off a bridge, hadn’t she? Didn’t she? She blinked, a figure looming over her. Was that the God of Death himself? No, it can’t have been, voices were above her, child’s voices, arguing with each other.
“Oh hell, I thought I killed her.” Said one deep voice, a male with a British accent.
“Jerry! Language please!” yelled the other voice, a polite female voice with an American accent.
“Ismeira, just grow up.”
“What are talking about? Just because I am 3 months younger than you-“
“And 16 and you don’t swear? Weird.”
“I am not weird! I am just well brought up in good family and taught that those who swear obviously have no brain to say something else so they just yell swear words out of their foul little pie holes.”
“I’m brought up in a bad family Is?”
“No but the way you are going you might as well be the same as those 11 year olds that kiss in public, which is illegal and teens who-“
“What, making out in public is illegal?”
“For children fewer than 16 years old yes.”
“God, half the class’s broken the law.”
“Jerry look, she is awakening!”
“You sound like Starfire with all that proper English.”
“Who is Starfire?”
“Who-who are you people?” Marie muttered. “Aren’t I meant to be-?”
“Dead,” replied the female voice. “Well, yes and no, I mean it is your choice Ms. Lamsuke. That’s what we are here fo-“
“Wait, how do you know my name? I don’t even know you.”
“Well, it is hard to explain, Jerry may you please help Ms. Lamsuke up please? She probably cannot see us, poor Ms. Lamsuke.”
“And why the hell aren’t you doing this?”
“Jerry, language please, we are in the presence of a Sister! You do not use language like that Jerry. I am the one explaining this dilemma to Ms. Lamsuke or would you like to do the talking instead?”
“Yeah yeah Is, seriously, lighten up.”
Two strong arms lifted Marie into sitting position. She blinked again. A pale teenage girl with long dark red-brown hair in a ponytail came into focus. She was wearing a purple turtle-necked t-shirt and shorts with tassels and calf-length boots. The boy was taller than the girl; with dark brown-almost black hair that covered most of his face. Some sort of tattoo in a ‘V’ shape was under his left eye. He wore a dark green jacket with the collar flipped up, and black combat pants. He had a square jaw and an almost hostile look in his eye. The girl beamed at the boy,
“Can you not smile for once Jerry? You are frightening Ms. Lamsuke.”
“Is, on topic. Now.”
She looked at Marie, brushing one of her bangs aside.
“I am sure you are wondering why you are not dead, who we are and how we know you. Now, I believe Ms. Lamsuke, sorry for asking you this, but when you were about to fall, did you at any point, hesitate?”
“Um... well it didn’t really register I think I just-“
“Think clearly Ms. Lamsuke. Did you actually jump by yourself? Or were you pushed?”
“What?”
“Think Ms. Lamsuke.”
Marie was running. Running. To the bridge. At the edge. Ready to jump. Hesitation. Thoughts. But what about the temple? Will they get over me? What about the girls? Or the-? A dull thud at her back. Shock. Fall. Down. Down. Down. Down. Thump into arms. Darkness.
“Ms. Lamsuke? Are you alright? You almost blacked out again. Did you find anything in your recollection?”
“I was-was-hesitating. I was pushed in the back. And fell.”
“Oh good. That is good.”
“What do you mean good? I was nearly killed! I mean if it wasn’t for you-”
“Exactly, Ms. Lamsuke. Now please try to bear with me. This may a tad far-fetched and unbelievable but I promise you, that it is all true Ms. Lamsuke. Jerry, this boy-”
“Man.” Coughed Jerry behind her.
“-Man and I are known as the Nirvana Saints. Do you know anything about us?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, what we do is our leader, the honourable Celeste, chooses, or well predicts people that will die soon of an accident, an unfair death. She then sends us out and we each of the Saints have a million lives and will ask the person whether they want to continue to wherever, or replace their lost life with one of ours. You were pushed to your death, by a person who we are not sure of. This makes your death an accidental death, and eligible to be chosen to be saved. So now, having that considered, we ask you, ‘do you want to go over?’”
I'll finish it later? Like in a year or so? Yeah, prolly.
}Sylvia{
Sylvia's Holiday, prt 2
Listening to: Broken Strings by James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado
Reading: Along in the Shadow by Blueten [Teen Titans fanfic]. It's awesome. Read it. *points*
Also MiXiM chapter 67 on Onemanga.
Hello my followers [of the blog, not of me] today I will tell you what I have been doing.
A: She's not Spanish.
B: She thinks she was from China in another life, which is quite cool actually. Don't laugh! I think I was from Europe in another life cos half the time, I don't really feel very Asian at all. Maybe that's because I can't talk or write my own language anyway...
Who Says by John Mayer, my new favourite song. It's addictive and very honest.
Makes you feel good. I mean, it's never going to be a massive hit with the dance clubs [ever] but I like it anyway.
Moving on, the lunch was awkward. Cos I don't really know the family that way. To be unsocialable at an awkward lunch, you do these things:
a) Only talk to your Mum mostly
b) Try to avoid eye contact with the people sitting next to you.
c) Try to look after your sister so much that people might think you don't want to be here
d) Not laugh when everyone else is
e) Not really listen to the conversations [relates to d)]
f) Look kind of lost and blank
g) Not really eat oh so much, which you usually don't do [i.e. you eat loads usually xD]
And you betcha, I did all those things. Sylvia you unsocialble pig.
Side note, if you want to insult a person, and not really have a brilliant comment down your sleve [don't we all have those moments?], say "Oh you ___________ pig." Got that one from Maximum Ride. Ideas can include:
-Sexist Pig
-Unsociable Pig
-Feminist Pig
-Dumb Pig
-Nerd Pig
-Fat Pig
-Otaku [or OTT] Pig (Otaku meaning someone overly obsession with something. Like ALWAYS playing on their PSP etc.)
-Anorexic Pig
-Bossy Pig
-Rude Pig
and my personal favourite
Spider Pig. Not that I know what that means. Not for overuse. Don't get any ideas Angel.
My Life Would Suck Without You-Kelly Clarkson
Glee midseason finale FTW WEMMA!!!!!!
Today, being Monday 14th
Shopping with Mum, returning Dad's too-large slippers.
Among other things
Oh yes, if you did not know by my MSN tagline, I have reserved Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead and City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare.
84th on the list for City of Ashes
92nd for VA.
WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!
I almost want to reserve Twilight and see what number on the holding list will be.
Alright, when I do, or if I do, does anyone want to take bets on what number I will be?
The closest to it will get a useless picture from Artrage from yours truly, presumably a cartoonised Sylvia-ised version of themselves. Although if Angel or Livi gets it, then maybe something different, like a one-panel comic concerning them, as they already have been Sylvia-ised. [Remember Livi? "Livi's Rock Band" and "Walter *kick* does *kick* not *kick* say *kick* vampires *kick* are *kick* real *kick kick*"]
I will stop now, since it seems my computer is playing up. *grumbles random words*
~Sylvia
Reading: Along in the Shadow by Blueten [Teen Titans fanfic]. It's awesome. Read it. *points*
Also MiXiM chapter 67 on Onemanga.
Hello my followers [of the blog, not of me] today I will tell you what I have been doing.
So... Saturday [12]. Um I went to my Grandma's house for piano. Did more drawing for Fairytale. At the rate I am going I will never finish it. >=(
Fireflies-Owl City [come on people, sing along "I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly..."]
Ok, no, acutally I'm listening to Florence and the Machine-You've got the Love [interesting]
I also unattatched the curtains from the curtain rails in their window seat [which is huge]. I must tell you, if you ever unattatch curtains from curtain rails have:
A: Long nails
B: Nail clippers
C: Handsanitiser
Nails for getting the damn curtain hooks out of their damn curtain hooker-onto-thingies.
Nail clippers for cutting your nails after completing the jobs, as they probably will be filthy
Handsanitiser, for cleaning your filthy hands, after you've finished also [and probably the nail clipper as well, if you're anything like Emma from Glee]
Pressure-Paramore
Oh yah, and we stayed there for lunch.
Convo [short for conversation for future reference] regarding it:
Me: *hear's Mum's car with Mum, Granny and Aunty and sister in it, returning from sister's tutor*
Me: *packs stuff away*
[Beautiful, Dirty, Rich-Lady Gaga]
Me: "Bye Aunty _____ [who's looking after me]. Thanks for everything [etc. etc.]
Mum: *walks in* Oh hi Sylv, we're staying for lunch as well"
Me: *glares* Fine.
*unpacks stuff*
We actually managed to stay for another 3 hours. So yeah, around 5 hours spent altogether at their house, although most of the time I wasn't practicing, cos I brought my laptop [I'd like to say that I hacked into one of the 7ish wireless internets nearby, but no, I know unfortunately, I'd feel horribly guilty etc. so I didn't. Yes, I am a wimp. And proud to be. Ok, maybe not. I take it back...]
Telephone-Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce
Sunday:
A: She's not Spanish.
B: She thinks she was from China in another life, which is quite cool actually. Don't laugh! I think I was from Europe in another life cos half the time, I don't really feel very Asian at all. Maybe that's because I can't talk or write my own language anyway...
Who Says by John Mayer, my new favourite song. It's addictive and very honest.
Makes you feel good. I mean, it's never going to be a massive hit with the dance clubs [ever] but I like it anyway.
Moving on, the lunch was awkward. Cos I don't really know the family that way. To be unsocialable at an awkward lunch, you do these things:
a) Only talk to your Mum mostly
b) Try to avoid eye contact with the people sitting next to you.
c) Try to look after your sister so much that people might think you don't want to be here
d) Not laugh when everyone else is
e) Not really listen to the conversations [relates to d)]
f) Look kind of lost and blank
g) Not really eat oh so much, which you usually don't do [i.e. you eat loads usually xD]
And you betcha, I did all those things. Sylvia you unsocialble pig.
Side note, if you want to insult a person, and not really have a brilliant comment down your sleve [don't we all have those moments?], say "Oh you ___________ pig." Got that one from Maximum Ride. Ideas can include:
-Sexist Pig
-Unsociable Pig
-Feminist Pig
-Dumb Pig
-Nerd Pig
-Fat Pig
-Otaku [or OTT] Pig (Otaku meaning someone overly obsession with something. Like ALWAYS playing on their PSP etc.)
-Anorexic Pig
-Bossy Pig
-Rude Pig
and my personal favourite
Spider Pig. Not that I know what that means. Not for overuse. Don't get any ideas Angel.
My Life Would Suck Without You-Kelly Clarkson
Glee midseason finale FTW WEMMA!!!!!!
Today, being Monday 14th
Shopping with Mum, returning Dad's too-large slippers.
Among other things
Oh yes, if you did not know by my MSN tagline, I have reserved Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead and City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare.
84th on the list for City of Ashes
92nd for VA.
WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!
I almost want to reserve Twilight and see what number on the holding list will be.
Alright, when I do, or if I do, does anyone want to take bets on what number I will be?
The closest to it will get a useless picture from Artrage from yours truly, presumably a cartoonised Sylvia-ised version of themselves. Although if Angel or Livi gets it, then maybe something different, like a one-panel comic concerning them, as they already have been Sylvia-ised. [Remember Livi? "Livi's Rock Band" and "Walter *kick* does *kick* not *kick* say *kick* vampires *kick* are *kick* real *kick kick*"]
I will stop now, since it seems my computer is playing up. *grumbles random words*
~Sylvia
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sylvia's Holiday, prt 1
Listening to: That stupid choir song "More than Words" on ZM. Don't ask, I'm about to change it. Ok, nothing else on, I'm going to turn the radio off and turn on iTunes. Ok, its Emergency by Paramore now.
Reading: On the computer, a Teen Titans fanfic on fanfiction.net called Titans Forever, which is actually really good. Also Blogging Eclipse Part 5 on Sparklife.
Funny part [copyright Dan the Man]:
And at this point in the story, Jacob says, "Have you heard of imprinting?" Bella, of course, says no. How would she know about imprinting? Werewolf life is, foolishly, very secretive. I'm surprised Jacob didn't ask her, "Have you heard of form 884(a), and how it relates to war crimes in Uruguay?"
Naturally, Bella asks, "What is it?" It’s a simple question, right? But it's one that Jacob never answers outright. He could have said, "Imprinting means a werewolf falls in love." Instead, he goes on and on, talking about true love, love at first sight, and soulmates. Not once does he ever answer the damn question. It’s frustrating.
Read this chapter again, and tell me if he makes it explicitly clear what "imprint" means. Go on. I'll wait.
See! He doesn't do it! (By the way, while you were gone, I ate the last Pop-Tart. Hope that’s cool.) This is bad storytelling. And the following paragraphs in the book are so poorly written and convoluted that you need a flow chart to understand them and some Gatorade to keep you hydrated. (I also drank the last Gatorade. Sorry.)
I am now listening to Where the Lines Overlap by Paramore. Sorry I just have to do this, it amuses me and possibly frustrates you.
I have decided to a holiday 'diary' which won't last very long after inspiration by:
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/11/24/the-diary-of-ashley-spencer-confessions-of-a-confused-pyrophobic which is genius. And no it is not because we share the- well no, you are wrong.
And also this:
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/07/07/travel-would-be-so-much-easier-if-i-were-a-nudist
Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga. And BTW, I have very small selection of artists in iTunes on my laptop. So yes, lots of repeated names.
*hem going on*
1st day
On Wednesday me and Mum went to the city I can't remember what I did. Yes, majority of the time it will be like this, no hard feelings capiche?
2nd day:
Shopping at Sylvia Park [oh shut up I have heard that joke 3000+ now] with Mum and Grandma [I don't call my Grandma Grandma so to me it sounds weird, thought you'd like to know]. Bought stuff.
Other observations:
Ok, well Mum seems to have a one track mind that we MUST buy ..................... for Angel and Roxy because their Mum said that they would like that. Although talking to Angel yesterday, she did say that the Emily the Strange calendar 2010 sounded cool. Well, Angel, heads up, we didn't get it for you. So yes that is anothing thing off the list of things that we may get you, if you are keeping a list.
Ignorance-Paramore
Oh we got my sister this thing called a Cuddle Buddy and its like this bag made of stretchy smooth material filled with plastic filling stuff like in soft toys and it seriously theraputic to hug the damn thing. ME: ^_^ You: o.O
Smiggle stuff is expensive. And according to Mum, boys love Smiggle skull rubbers. Or at her school anyway.
C.S. Lewis Song-Brooke Fraser
In JK Kids Gear? Pumpkin Patch? I can't remember, there are a lot clothing with kind of elasticy bunched up areas. Don't ask me why I said that. There are also a lot of Red, for once. For boys, there's lots of 'surfer' tops with water on them. I didn't know NZ had a lack of surfers...
Milkshakes from Gloria Jeans are nice.
Back at my grandma's house, the fridge had malfunctioned, and the juice had frozen, or well almost. However, nearly frozen juice+30 degree temperatures=SWEET!!
I Do Not Hook Up- Kelly Clarkson
Today, aka Friday 11
Random notes:
This was a while back in like Term 1 for school but I was looking for a picture of a firefighter for um... i think it was unstereotypical heroes. Do not search 'firefighters' on Google Images unless you want your mind scarred for life.
Also, wearing figure hugging very thin tops for Prize Giving is not a good look. Mariko and I have now had our minds scarred for life AGAIN.
I'm a very slow writer as you can see. Playing God-Paramore.
Today, I got to lead Mum, Grandma and I's walk around the park today. Never ever let me lead on where we are going, ESPECIALLY if I am following my nose. Or more, choosing which way to go on psychic/gut feelings.
I of course lead everyone to a paddock filled with sheep and cow crap, frightened off a few sheep and then lead them to a dead end into which we had to tramp back the way we came through the crap filled paddock. But we got ice cream in the end so it was fine. I had raspberry and white chocolate :D
Disco Heaven-Lady Gaga -it's kinda weird...espically the bridge
I have nearly finished the next picture for my Fractured Fairytale. It's of the team being surrounded by Hook's cronies when they wanted to defeat Hook and rescue Snow. So basically it was a Trap Trap. Kim Possible reference there.
I don't know what else to say.
Til whenever,
~Sylvia~
Reading: On the computer, a Teen Titans fanfic on fanfiction.net called Titans Forever, which is actually really good. Also Blogging Eclipse Part 5 on Sparklife.
Funny part [copyright Dan the Man]:
And at this point in the story, Jacob says, "Have you heard of imprinting?" Bella, of course, says no. How would she know about imprinting? Werewolf life is, foolishly, very secretive. I'm surprised Jacob didn't ask her, "Have you heard of form 884(a), and how it relates to war crimes in Uruguay?"
Naturally, Bella asks, "What is it?" It’s a simple question, right? But it's one that Jacob never answers outright. He could have said, "Imprinting means a werewolf falls in love." Instead, he goes on and on, talking about true love, love at first sight, and soulmates. Not once does he ever answer the damn question. It’s frustrating.
Read this chapter again, and tell me if he makes it explicitly clear what "imprint" means. Go on. I'll wait.
See! He doesn't do it! (By the way, while you were gone, I ate the last Pop-Tart. Hope that’s cool.) This is bad storytelling. And the following paragraphs in the book are so poorly written and convoluted that you need a flow chart to understand them and some Gatorade to keep you hydrated. (I also drank the last Gatorade. Sorry.)
I am now listening to Where the Lines Overlap by Paramore. Sorry I just have to do this, it amuses me and possibly frustrates you.
I have decided to a holiday 'diary' which won't last very long after inspiration by:
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/11/24/the-diary-of-ashley-spencer-confessions-of-a-confused-pyrophobic which is genius. And no it is not because we share the- well no, you are wrong.
And also this:
http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/07/07/travel-would-be-so-much-easier-if-i-were-a-nudist
Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga. And BTW, I have very small selection of artists in iTunes on my laptop. So yes, lots of repeated names.
*hem going on*
1st day
On Wednesday me and Mum went to the city I can't remember what I did. Yes, majority of the time it will be like this, no hard feelings capiche?
2nd day:
Shopping at Sylvia Park [oh shut up I have heard that joke 3000+ now] with Mum and Grandma [I don't call my Grandma Grandma so to me it sounds weird, thought you'd like to know]. Bought stuff.
Other observations:
Ok, well Mum seems to have a one track mind that we MUST buy ..................... for Angel and Roxy because their Mum said that they would like that. Although talking to Angel yesterday, she did say that the Emily the Strange calendar 2010 sounded cool. Well, Angel, heads up, we didn't get it for you. So yes that is anothing thing off the list of things that we may get you, if you are keeping a list.
Ignorance-Paramore
Oh we got my sister this thing called a Cuddle Buddy and its like this bag made of stretchy smooth material filled with plastic filling stuff like in soft toys and it seriously theraputic to hug the damn thing. ME: ^_^ You: o.O
Smiggle stuff is expensive. And according to Mum, boys love Smiggle skull rubbers. Or at her school anyway.
C.S. Lewis Song-Brooke Fraser
In JK Kids Gear? Pumpkin Patch? I can't remember, there are a lot clothing with kind of elasticy bunched up areas. Don't ask me why I said that. There are also a lot of Red, for once. For boys, there's lots of 'surfer' tops with water on them. I didn't know NZ had a lack of surfers...
Milkshakes from Gloria Jeans are nice.
Back at my grandma's house, the fridge had malfunctioned, and the juice had frozen, or well almost. However, nearly frozen juice+30 degree temperatures=SWEET!!
I Do Not Hook Up- Kelly Clarkson
Today, aka Friday 11
Random notes:
This was a while back in like Term 1 for school but I was looking for a picture of a firefighter for um... i think it was unstereotypical heroes. Do not search 'firefighters' on Google Images unless you want your mind scarred for life.
Also, wearing figure hugging very thin tops for Prize Giving is not a good look. Mariko and I have now had our minds scarred for life AGAIN.
I'm a very slow writer as you can see. Playing God-Paramore.
Today, I got to lead Mum, Grandma and I's walk around the park today. Never ever let me lead on where we are going, ESPECIALLY if I am following my nose. Or more, choosing which way to go on psychic/gut feelings.
I of course lead everyone to a paddock filled with sheep and cow crap, frightened off a few sheep and then lead them to a dead end into which we had to tramp back the way we came through the crap filled paddock. But we got ice cream in the end so it was fine. I had raspberry and white chocolate :D
Disco Heaven-Lady Gaga -it's kinda weird...espically the bridge
I have nearly finished the next picture for my Fractured Fairytale. It's of the team being surrounded by Hook's cronies when they wanted to defeat Hook and rescue Snow. So basically it was a Trap Trap. Kim Possible reference there.
I don't know what else to say.
Til whenever,
~Sylvia~
Monday, December 7, 2009
Fractured Fairytale. Its v. cool.
THIS POST IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. I Just put this post up to show y'all that I'm blogging.
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.]
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 with
[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...
[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
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
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