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BeastlySage posted this thread...
May 20, 2013 at 12:48 am

Chapter 1
Scene 1
Date:3/24/12
A strange, violet-haired girl wearing a striped shirt with long, plain sleeves and black pants sat in the well-light small cafe where hipsters usually go, drinking cappuccino. Her pale blue eyes, while strange, didn’t seem unusual compared to the hair. It was done in a ponytail.
She put on some glasses. The  violet haired girl muttered some random line from one of those old Kaiju films that she watches sometimes. Man, those things are great, she thought to herself, or at least in an ironic, cheesy way. The violet-haired girl then got a call from her friend, Vesla.
“Hey, Veronica, is your day off?”said Vesla, in a cheery voice.
Veronica, the violet-haired girl, replied, “Yeah. So, what do you want to do with me?”
Vesla answered, “have a sleepover at my house. I think that would be fun.”
Veronica replied with, “That would be great!”
Veronica had always been good friends with Vesla. She had many sleepovers at her house, all of which involve playing video games, eating candy, and trying new things and (probably) failing at them.
Veronica leaves the Cafe, and gets a bus to Vesla’s neighborhood.
 
Scene 2
Date:4/1/12
It was 3:00 pm. A young teenage boy wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants sat across from a formal looking man dressed in a plain red suit with blue tie. He wore yellow spectacles. Thee teenager had short, brown hair with green eyes.
The room was a ghastly yellow, and the floors were wood, which is usually nice, when it isn’t half rotten.
“So,” said the man in the red suit, “Let me understand, Mr Greyille: You are, a werewolf?”
The boy said, “not exactly, as a don’t transform into a wolf at full moon. More or less, I become, between 8:00 pm and 8:00 am, instead of an awesome, actual wolf, an anthropomorphic wolf. What can be lamer than that?”
The man answered, “I know this might be stressful upon your brain, but I don’t think I can help you. Just, try to ignore it.”
The boy responded, “Yes, well, this already is starting to make my life suck. I’ve been called bad things when people on my vlog first saw it. And I really can’t do much about it, since I don't think there is a cure to this.”
The man said clearly, “ignore them, then. They will probably get some low-down job as a bureaucrat or, even worse, reality TV contestant, the lowest form of being.”
The boy said, “thanks. Bye the way, my first name is Jason.”
The man told the boy, “well, Jason, you have nothing to worry about. Now, be off!”
Scene 3

Date:3/1/12

A man plainly dressed in black business clothes, carrying a mug of coffee, was on wrong side of a street in a city up in the northeast of the country. It was busy and crowded with many people, taxis, buses, and other vehicles.

The man was not overly spectacular-looking:He was 30 years old; 5 feet and 8 inches tall; short, neat, brown hair and regular hazel eyes.

He decided to cross the street.

Then, a car thundered toward him. He had no chance.

Well, except that the car didn’t hit him, instead narrowly missing him and causing coffee to spill all over his shirt. He muttered,“anti-pedestrian jerk.”

Scene 4

Date:3/24/12

The bus landed on the street. Veronica walked out. It was bright out. The grass was still green, the sidewalk was not entirely swept clear of the autumn leaves, and the trees were dressed in red, orange, and yellow. Veronica walked down the street calmly, the only sound being the occasional whiz of cars passing by, the singing of birds, and the crunch of dead leaves.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

She walked on the street, down to her friends house quietly humming the tune of the show “Doctor Who” while fiddling with her fingers. She arrived at the house. She opened the door to find Vesla, who made Veronica look normal.

The main reason Vesla was weird was that she wasn’t a human. She had pointed ears, reptilian eyes the same color as Veronica’s hair, a tail, two slit-like nostrils instead of a normal nose, mossy green hair, and golden-toned skin. She had twin strands of hair with two Z-shaped rings in them. Her bangs stood out well. She was wearing cargo pants, a pink turtleneck, a denim jacket, and blue sneakers.

“Looking nice, Vesla!” said Veronica in a cheery tone.

“You too!” responded Vesla. “Come on inside!”

They went inside. Vesla removed her jacket and sneakers. First, they worked on their paper. Next, they watched some Let’s Plays (videos people post on the internet where they play games while providing amusing commentary).Then, they had some cheese pizza with diet coke.Finally, the two girls went to Vesla’s room to talk about what had happened to each in the recent days.

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BeastlySage replied...
May 20, 2013 at 12:50 am


Scene 3
Date:3/1/12
A man plainly dressed in black business clothes, carrying a mug of coffee, was on wrong side of a street in a city up in the northeast of the country. It was busy and crowded with many people, taxis, buses, and other vehicles.
The man was not overly spectacular-looking:He was 30 years old; 5 feet and 8 inches tall; short, neat, brown hair and regular hazel eyes.
He decided to cross the street.
Then, a car thundered toward him. He had no chance.
Well, except that the car didn’t hit him, instead narrowly missing him and causing coffee to spill all over his shirt. He muttered,“anti-pedestrian b*****d.”
Scene 4
Date:3/24/12
The bus landed on the street. Veronica walked out. It was bright out. The grass was still green, the sidewalk was not entirely swept clear of the autumn leaves, and the trees were dressed in red, orange, and yellow. Veronica walked down the street calmly, the only sound being the occasional whiz of cars passing by, the singing of birds, and the crunch of dead leaves.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
She walked on the street, down to her friends house quietly humming the tune of the show “Doctor Who” while fiddling with her fingers. She arrived at the house. She opened the door to find Vesla, who made Veronica look normal.
The main reason Vesla was weird was that she wasn’t a human. She had pointed ears, reptilian eyes the same color as Veronica’s hair, a tail, two slit-like nostrils instead of a normal nose, mossy green hair, and golden-toned skin. She had twin strands of hair with two Z-shaped rings in them. Her bangs stood out well. She was wearing cargo pants, a pink turtleneck, a denim jacket, and blue sneakers.
“Looking nice, Vesla!” said Veronica in a cheery tone.
“You too!” responded Vesla. “Come on inside!”
They went inside. Vesla removed her jacket and sneakers. First, they worked on their paper. Next, they watched some Let’s Plays (videos people post on the internet where they play games while providing amusing commentary).Then, they had some cheese pizza with diet coke.Finally, the two girls went to Vesla’s room to talk about what had happened to each in the recent days.

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BeastlySage replied...
May 20, 2013 at 12:56 am

 
Chapter 2
Scene 1
Date:3/24/12
Velsa closed the door behind them before saying, “So, let’s recap our past week.”
Veronica said, “Monday: breakfast, we were assigned a paper on the (not holy, not roman, and not imperial) Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne, Martha Swallow stepped on your tail, started on Parabolas, learned about Dinosaurs, lunch, Martha Swallow put a nail on the bottom of the french teacher’s chair and blamed it on us as a prank, we heard Martha Swallow was dating that really muscular, attractive guy who was also an idiotic jerk who stalked her because he found her attractive, dinner, I lost access to my Tumblr account, and sleep.Tuesday: Breakfast, Martha Swallow’s new boyfriend beat up Jeff because he looked like a nerd for her entertainment, we-”
Vesla then stated, “let’s stop talking about this, alright? I think I remember the rest. Man, this week was awful. I mean, why do they do this stuff?”
“Maybe because they are just plain jerks? I mean, that part is obvious enough.”
“Your right. Also, what’s your thoughts on Jeff?”
“I like Jeff. He’s cute, in the vulnerable, nice way which I appreciate. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t like the ‘Big Hulking Brute with Muscles” appeal. It just always seemed so...shallow. Like, he’s attractive and all, but he’s also a mean, vile jerk. Do you know what I mean?” Vesla was silent for a while before answering.
“Yes. I do.”
Scene 2
Date:4/1/12
Jason walked down the streets, and went to a bus stop. He waited a few hours. A bus came by, he comes in. Routine.
After arriving at his house, he did work while turning into the news, and at that point, heard a story that made him stop doing homework. It was about a woman who came home and then died. One hour later, she came back alive and attacked her husband, who escaped from her and locked the door, but was bitten. The man was carried into a hospital. 
Jason stood up from his desk, and went to the garage, where he found an ice pick. He duct taped it to the end of the hunting rifle he owned since he was twelve. Then he got on some tight clothes. He sat in his bedroom, with the radio on the news. This would be a long day.
Scene 3
Date:3/1/12
The man walked down the street, into his office building. He bumped into the co-worker.
The co-worker said, “hello, Mason.”
The ordinary-looking man replied,”hello, James.”
They stood in front of each other for a few minutes in an awkward silence. James had long, stringy, blonde hair. He had shifty, green eyes. He was six-feet tall and quite gangly. His nose was long and crooked. He had an annoying chin-strap beard that hangs down, as well as large muttonchops. His eyebrows formed into a single unibrow. His face had several acne scars on it.
Mason found his appearance repugnant, but didn’t mention it, as that would be rude. He then says, awkwardly,”Goodbye, James.” Mason walked into the building.
Mason sighed. A plain, boring, grey lobby. He walked into the elevator and went to the top floor to his cubicle.
The day past on without incident, pressing buttons on the computer, doing a boring job of repetition. Yawn.
At 5:00 pm, he left the office for his current home, an apartment space he had rented. He would have to move from there. He really didn’t make enough money to get a permanent home.
 
However, when he was outside the building, Mason encountered someone in his way.
 
Scene 4
Date:5/2/99
In a country far to the East, far up North, an ocean and sea away, and a titan in size, in the capital city of this place, is a man. This man has fair, short hair, dark eyes, and pale, indeed, almost white, skin. This appearance is common among the people who live in this country, which recently underwent a massive political change little more than 7 years ago. The time was 8:30, at night.
The man was armed with a switchblade and handgun that was a product of the passed politics.  He was a thief, and he knew that there was street dogs in this place and that it was dangerous to wait around. Also, the police could come.
He looked at the building. It was just a gas station made by an American Company; he had nothing to worry about. He had dealt with higher security in the past, and this would not be a problem for him.
The thief saw the camera. He could deal with this “problem” easily. A quick swipe of his hand later, the lense of the camera is shattered, as well as any other bits made out of crystals. The clerk is startled by this, giving the thief enough time to quietly open the door and hide behind an aisle. The man waited. He heard a voice say something that would roughly translate into English, “how did that happen? No one would be able to reach that place.”
The thief, went prone and crawled over to the counter. He went into a sitting position. Facing him was a box of beer bottles. The thief waved his hand again. The bottles exploded. The clerk ran over to the bottles. Meanwhile, the thief stole money from the cash register and left.

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