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Post by lordhowl on Jun 24, 2010 16:34:14 GMT -5
Okay, here's the beginning. I've written more than one paragraph:
Brigitte hated what she had become after Ginger died.
In the department store walking across an aisle, she had a glance at Jason, who returned her glance and gave a nod. She nodded back. If he tried for subtlety, Brigitte thought he failed miserably. Anybody who looked could see he carried something under his oversized coat. What was he taking, she thought, a car battery? Brigitte took her signal and began to make her way toward the aisle. She picked up a soda and went to the line, managing to snatch a pack of cigarettes and put them in her pocket. In Jason's line, she saw the man again, the one she had already glanced at twice today. She made it a point not to stare at him. He was following her and Jason. Why?
Unbelievably to her, Jason already went through his line and walked out in the parking lot, toward the Sam's old van. Brigitte continued and purchased the soda, skipping the many items stuffed in her pockets that she would be leaving with. The cashier counted out change for her when she heard urgent foot steps coming behind her: store security. Before the hand could grab her shoulder, she dashed away, hearing the change drop from the cashier's hand on to the counter. She hit the door with enough force to break it and hurt herself, though that did not slow her down. At least I didn't break the glass this time, she thought.
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Post by lordhowl on Jun 25, 2010 17:45:25 GMT -5
This subject sank out of the top ten so fast that I just wanted to underline it for those who missed it.
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Post by †Wicky Wicked† on Jun 26, 2010 11:54:43 GMT -5
Wooooooooooooooow this is SOOOOO cool!!! Thanks for organizing it lordhowl. Ok my paragraph. I'm not good at detailled writing, but here's my best shot: Brigitte was now running towards Sam's old van. Jason was already behind the wheel. The motor was running. Every step Brigitte was running, the large guy with black hair and eyes from security was running faster behind her. 'Hey girl, stop running right now if you know what's good for you!' But Briggite can't get herself arrested, not now! So she kept running until she stood next to the van and Jason had already opened the door for her. 'What took you so long?' 'Now's not the time for jokes Jason, just drive!' Jason stepped on the gas pedal after Brigitte got in and backed away, when suddenly the van seemed to ran over something.
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Post by nat on Jun 28, 2010 1:57:55 GMT -5
*since I do such short paragraphs I did 2*
For a moment there was silence. Then, "What the fuck did you just hit?" Bridget asked furiously. "I dont know, and it doesnt matter," Jason half shouted," Security is just behind us, and they might have called the cops." Bridget shot him a look," You don't think I know that?" Jason looked behind them again. " Just drive, before they catch us!" Jason hurried and restarted the car, just as the stores security came outside. "Aww damn, that was close." Jason said through a sigh of relief, as they hurried and pulled out of the dark parking lot into the night.
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Post by †Wicky Wicked† on Jun 28, 2010 17:00:50 GMT -5
Are there any rules for this competition btw?
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Post by lordhowl on Jun 28, 2010 20:55:39 GMT -5
Are there any rules for this competition btw? Competition? I just started it for fun at prompting from epiklow. If you think it would be more fun with more rules, we could do that. I guess the biggest rule, or rather guidelines: try, though it's a challenge to bring Ginger and Sam into the plot (probably not on your particular turn, its fair to put that off for the next person). This takes place between GS and GS Unleashed (or actually between GS and GS: The Feral Bond, lol), not after or before. No deliberately "stranding" the other participants (such as, don't end your section describing bullets entering Brigitte and Jason's skulls.) Try to set up plot twists (like the guy following them) that other participants could follow on. Try to be true to the characters, have them do and say what you think they would. If it goes well, I'll edit it and see what we come up with. Maybe I'll put it on the fan fic site.
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Post by lordhowl on Jun 30, 2010 9:54:19 GMT -5
A car pulled in front of them, Jason sped around it, onto the sidewalk, and in a few seconds they were off the parking lot.
"Did you see what we might have hit?" asked Brigitte.
“No. I didn't get a glance," Jason Paused. "He almost caught you! How? We both know you could run faster than that.”
“That door hurt!” said Brigitte, feeling it still in her hip, hand, knee and elbow. “It helps if you go through the side that's working and not the one that's locked,” he snorted.
She glared at him, “Split second decision; there was somebody in my way on that side.”
“Just sayin',” he said. “Hey, good thing for him he didn't catch you.”
Brigitte wanted a cigarette now, but her hand and elbow still hurt too much to try to light one, and she did not want to ask him to. She hoped nothing was broken. A broken bone could hurt for three or four days. “It's not that you were quick getting the van backed out, either."
"Hey, I'm used to driving sedans," he said.
"What did you get?” she asked.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a car battery with one hand, and handed it to her. Like him, she held it in one hand, the one that wasn't hurt. She put it on the floor. Then he handed her another one.
“I don't believe it! You did have car batteries under your coat. You were obvious as hell. How the fuck is it they spotted me and not you?”
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Post by †Wicky Wicked† on Jun 30, 2010 12:24:52 GMT -5
Are there any rules for this competition btw? Competition? I just started it for fun at prompting from epiklow. If you think it would be more fun with more rules, we could do that. I guess the biggest rule, or rather guidelines: try, though it's a challenge to bring Ginger and Sam into the plot (probably not on your particular turn, its fair to put that off for the next person). This takes place between GS and GS Unleashed (or actually between GS and GS: The Feral Bond, lol), not after or before. No deliberately "stranding" the other participants (such as, don't end your section describing bullets entering Brigitte and Jason's skulls.) Try to set up plot twists (like the guy following them) that other participants could follow on. Try to be true to the characters, have them do and say what you think they would. If it goes well, I'll edit it and see what we come up with. Maybe I'll put it on the fan fic site. Well actually what I meant to ask was: you have to wait like if 2 people write a piece after you before you can write another paragraph? Because for example if there are 2 people online they can make a big part of the story
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Post by lordhowl on Jun 30, 2010 15:07:50 GMT -5
Competition? I just started it for fun at prompting from epiklow. If you think it would be more fun with more rules, we could do that. I guess the biggest rule, or rather guidelines: try, though it's a challenge to bring Ginger and Sam into the plot (probably not on your particular turn, its fair to put that off for the next person). This takes place between GS and GS Unleashed (or actually between GS and GS: The Feral Bond, lol), not after or before. No deliberately "stranding" the other participants (such as, don't end your section describing bullets entering Brigitte and Jason's skulls.) Try to set up plot twists (like the guy following them) that other participants could follow on. Try to be true to the characters, have them do and say what you think they would. If it goes well, I'll edit it and see what we come up with. Maybe I'll put it on the fan fic site. Well actually what I meant to ask was: you have to wait like if 2 people write a piece after you before you can write another paragraph? Because for example if there are 2 people online they can make a big part of the story Yes. Two or three, but given the size of our active membership, we better make it two.
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Post by sophielovessam on Jul 1, 2010 7:41:26 GMT -5
Its the summer holidays with me now so I'm going to have more time to write this. I'd like to write it down on paper first so i can make changes so I should have it up in a few days maybe.
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Post by epiklow on Jul 5, 2010 18:44:34 GMT -5
Yaay thanks for starting this! Sorry that I haven't been on in awhile.
Sophie should I wait for you before continuing on the story?
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Post by sophielovessam on Jul 6, 2010 5:54:22 GMT -5
no, you can go ahead. I might be a while so everyone can just go ahead before me
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Post by †Wicky Wicked† on Jul 12, 2010 9:45:09 GMT -5
'They didn't spot me because I'm too fast, they never had a clue!' Jason said. 'Well aren't you mister wonderful then...' said Brigitte with an annoyed voice in a sarcastic way. 'Don't start with me Brigitte, you're lucky I'm letting you go with me. If it wasn't for me, you would be rotting in some prison cel right now' '......' Brigitte
20 minutes later
'Brigitte .... Brigitte .... wake up, we're here!'
Brigitte and Jason arrived at the bad side of town, the side where all the drugsdealer made their deals and where the maffia ruled, where people get shot in the middle of the day and where little kids dissapear.... Altough Brigitte knows this, she sprints out of the car and in the direction of the old mansion standing on top of the hill. As she sprints toward the door, the door is already opened. 'Brigitte, is that you? I can't believe you're here' said ......
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Post by nat on Jul 12, 2010 17:16:54 GMT -5
Ginger rushed from the door-frame to her sisters arms. Her eyes wide with childish excitement. "Come see what I did!" Ginger was bubbly today. Brigitte hoped she hadn't tried to paint the house again. "Alright, give me a sec to get some stuff outta the car." Brigitte handed Ginger the cigarette and bottle of soda,"Can you put those inside, I gotta grab something then I'll be right in." Ginger nodded then walked back inside with a spring in her step. Jason stepped out of the car and smiled. "She's awful chipper today." He said through his smile. Looking at him with a look of annoyance Brigitte told him."She says she has a surprise inside." His smile grew and his eyebrows raised," Giddy. Lets get this inside and take a look then." He grabbed the battery from beside his seat and closed the door. He looked at Brigitte and raised his eyebrows again. "After you." Brigitte made a sarcastic look and went up to the house. Upon entry She instantly saw what Ginger had done. Sprawled out over the wall facing the door was a huge drawing of something that looked like the bastard child of a fish and a horse with red flowing from it's mouth. "Not bad." Jason said with a grin. "The red really ties the room together. Course I'd have done it more of a burgundy but I'm a earth-tone man myself." Ginger was hiding in the kitchen. Brigitte called out for her, but heard nothing. "Ginger come here!" Brigitte couldn't take it anymore. Trying to manage her sister was hard enough, but with the combined stress of keeping her growing blood-lust at bay, it was too much. Ginger sulked into the room with a look of fear. Then silence. Nobody could talk. Brigitte was too furious to say anything, Jason was feeling like he really didn't need to be there, and Ginger had a growing worry that her sister didn't like the emulation of her sisters likeness on the wall beside her. Before anyone could say anything, the sound of someone vomiting came from the bathroom down the hall.
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Post by epiklow on Jul 13, 2010 9:13:14 GMT -5
Brigitte & Jason gave each other the same worried look at the same time.
The boy had made it to the bathroom. That was not what they wanted to hear.
After a moment Brigitte moved first. Jason didn't move an inch. He didn't want to deal with this, and Brigitte knew it right away. Once again, it was another thing for her to take care of. Brigitte made her way down the hall, giving a glare to Jason as she went. The sounds of vomiting got louder & louder as she got closer & closer. She stops. The door's slightly open. Slowly her hand reached over and pushed the door open more. There in front of the toilet lay thirteen year-old Markus Crowe. The boy that had been accidentally attacked the night before -- his head lay low, his body shaking. Brigitte looked away, "It'll stop soon. We all go through this," She told him. With a heave, Markus finally moved away from the toilet. Brigitte glanced over. She could see the tears he was trying to hold back roll down his cheek. "I'm never going to be the same again... am I?" He asked while wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Brigitte was looking away again. She didn't want to see him like this -- it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't like to him. She couldn't tell him that everything was going to be okay when she didn't even know for sure. Instead she sighed and said "We're leaving town tomorrow. You have to come with us.."
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Post by †Wicky Wicked† on Jul 13, 2010 13:35:04 GMT -5
*1 day later*
Jason just finished packing the van. Ginger brought some snacks with her and put them in the front seat. 'Brigitte! Brigitte! Come one we're leaving!' 'One sec I'll be right there! I'm getting Markus.' As Brigitte walked to the bathroom where Markus had spend the night, she suddenly felt a little panick inside, as if something was really wrong. Her feet stopped moving. As she tryed to force her feet to walk, they were numb. She tried picking her feet up with her hands but the numbness was flowing trough to her arms. 'Markus?' Brigitte gently asked. 'Will you come out now, we need to go!' As Brigitte was still standing frozen, the bathroom door slowly opened. 'Oh my .... Oh no!!! Ginge ... GINGER!!!!! Get in here NOW.' A little silence occured. 'Step away from me .... NOW!' Brigitte said with an obvious fear in her voice while her eyes widened.
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Post by nat on Jul 14, 2010 23:45:45 GMT -5
Suddenly in a single motion Brigitte's head twist itself in a 360 spin that was complimented by the sound of a neck first popping as if stretching in the morning, followed by a massive crack which did sound alot like the popping, but sharper, louder, and more sinister. And during this the skin around her neck followed suit by first streching on one side and creasing on the other, and then quickly attempting to switch roles which resulted in the skin splitting on both sides in the same way, a quick flash splash of pink blood followed by yellowish water, like something out of a zit after all the thick puss had come out. Then on both sides a growing redness where the skin had torn, and as the neck continued to twist the red would diminish on one end and get darker on the other where the twisting had subsided, it was like an ever moving gradient, an ever growing ever transitioning wave of flesh, blood, and water. Soon both waves met and in what appeared to be the same action done in a much smaller scale and in a vertical fashion. Now an almost perfect ring had been completed, free of all skin and free to bleed over the corpse of the now almost but not quite 100 percent dead Brigitte. Her shirt absorbing the red like a thin sponge, spreading the new color over the collar that had fit loosely around her neck which had spontaneously disattached from her head. This all happened in roughly half a second. It took almost twice the amount of time it had taken from most of the group to blink. This was not a dream, this happened in front of everyone. The hot sticky blood was all too real, Brigitte was dead.
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Post by nat on Jul 15, 2010 0:09:51 GMT -5
BTW: anyone who wants Brigitte to live again should know now, that if she is brought back to life I will kill her again and it will involve her turning inside out and coming out her own vagina. Have a nice day.
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Post by Grim The Weird on Jul 15, 2010 1:05:35 GMT -5
you wrote that just because i told you i would try to bring her back... not cool at all
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Post by nat on Jul 15, 2010 6:16:34 GMT -5
It's a sign of love. Us strung out tranny-hobo's are weird that way.
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