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Post by sr9jes on Dec 19, 2009 15:14:41 GMT -5
After taking a short nap by accident, Kaemon glared at the computer screen. He had received a private message from the Leader. Staring at his pink stuffed animal, he turned it towards him and pouted his lips.
" Hey D, should I read the message?"
After a while, Kaemon made D shake it's head, making Kaemon sigh.
Reluctantly, Kaemon clicked his inbox button and widened his eyes.
Henry Simmons, Corrine Williams, Angela Bishop, Mai-mii, and Kaemon R. Cadotte. Welcome to REF. My name is LEADER , and I shall be guiding you all.
Calm yourself, Angela. Mai-mii, be still. Henry, put down that book, Corrine, close your door. Kaemon, check the time.
We will begin tomorrow at 3pm. What you see will help you.
After finishing the message, Kaemon checked the clock like Leader told him to.
" Agggh!! I'm going to be late!"
Throwing D down and hitting shutdown on his Macbook, Kaemon ran into his small closet and quickly changed into his grey uniform. Throwing on some makeup, Kaemon quickly ran our of his door in a panic.
Breathless from his run, Kaemon grinned at his friends.
" K, you're on time, for once."
" Barely though.."
"That's K for you."
Panting out an apologise, Kaemon glanced from platform to platform. Pointing to one in the center of the platforms, his friends quickly essembled themselves int he surrounding stages and stood still like statues. Following them, Kaemon rigidly placed himself in front of the information sheet.
As a couple walked up to them after who knows how long, they read aloud the following:
"College theatrics group. Pictures and donations welcome."
Tossing a dollar into the box, the couple jumped back in freight as Kaemon quirked his neck at them. Rigidly stepping off the platform, Kaemon beckoned with his arms to the other performers. As more people donated, they each did their own jigg and danced together. After a while, they would all freeze in place, like statues.
All of their costumes were perfectly in sync. Grey skin makeup and grey Renaissance clothes, if they stood still long enough, they would look like statues.
This was one of the funnest activities Kaemon had ever experienced.
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I've always wanted to try this..
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Post by soulmusician on Dec 19, 2009 20:09:33 GMT -5
Henry Simmons, Corrine Williams, Angela Bishop, Mai-mii, and Kaemon R. Cadotte. Welcome to REF. My name is LEADER , and I shall be guiding you all.
Calm yourself, Angela. Mai-mii, be still. Henry, put down that book, Corrine, close your door. Kaemon, check the time.
We will begin tomorrow at 3pm. What you see will help you.
"Holy crap,"Corrine muttered out loud. How did this "LEADER" person know her name? And who were these other people?
"Corinne, Corinne!" she heard Charlie scream playfully from the hallway. "Where are you?" The seven year old quickly ran into Corinne's room and crashed into a stack of books. "Owww Corinne..." he whined.
"What? Charlie!" Corinne ran and picked him up, but soon her attention was diverted. Her favorite book, a rather old copy, had been at the top of that stack. When it fell, the binding split and pages were everywhere. Corinne, close your door. "...holy crap..."
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Post by yp on Dec 19, 2009 21:08:17 GMT -5
How interesting, thought Henry as he peered at the computer screen over his book on Shakespeare.
Henry Simmons, Corrine Williams, Angela Bishop, Mai-mii, and Kaemon R. Cadotte. Welcome to REF. My name is LEADER , and I shall be guiding you all.
Calm yourself, Angela. Mai-mii, be still. Henry, put down that book, Corrine, close your door. Kaemon, check the time.
The site knew his name, and apparently a few other people's name too. What the heck was this site? "Only one way to find out," he thought. Opening his computer programming program, Henry began to type.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 19, 2009 21:27:22 GMT -5
Shaking his hair free of the raining downpour, Kaemon glanced at the dark, angry clouds. Sadly blinking, Kaemon shuddered at the cold and glanced at the sign near him. Reading outloud, Kaemon murmured in a soft voice.
" Bus times... 6 pm... 7pm...8pm...9pm..."
Flipping his wrist over, Kaemon read his watch. Tsking in annoyance, Kaemon took his pale hands and rubbed them against the opposite arms.
"S' only 7:45pm..."
Vibrating in his pocket, Kaemon kept down a sniffle and grabbed his phone. Flipping it open he resisted the urge to scream as he read the sender.
LEADER
Hesitantly, Kaemon jabbed a few buttons and read the message.
" Kaemon. .05346 miles left of you is a convenience store. You have twenty dollars in your pocket. -LEADER"
After unfreezing himself, Kaemon thrust his hand through his pocket and twitched a bit. Slowly pulling out the crumpled peice of paper, he nearly fainted at the face of Jackson. Nervously swallowing, Kaemon quickly dashed to his left and into the convenience store. Five minutes later, Kaemon was happily sipping a hot coffee underneath his new umbrella.
" I dunno what this thing really is... but they can't be bad... can they?"
Quirking his eyebrows back to the sky, Kaemon thought and thought until the bus came. Slipping his money in, he continued to think until he got off the bus and back into his apartment.
" Ah well..."
Popping in for a hot shower, Kaemon grabbed his small pink stuffed animal and flopped on his back.
" D... all of this is really strange... what should I do?"
After staring into the glossy plastic eyes for a while, Kaemon quickly flipped on his belly and turned on his Mac.
" I wonder if there's anything new... ah!"
Clicking the site, Kaemon grinned in delight. His plain profile page had changed into that of a very bright sun in the top corner. At the bottom of his profile was his collection of stuffed animals animated to dance across the page.
Happilly, Kaemon closed his laptop and shut the light off. It was a long day, and he was going to get a good nights sleep. He hoped.
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Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Dec 20, 2009 9:14:49 GMT -5
(weah I post too late)
Calm yourself, Angela. Mai-mii, be still. Henry, put down that book, Corrine, close your door. Kaemon, check the time.
She went over the words in her head. At that time, her step-mother had come in, drunk. She had seen the computer, but due to her drunkness and the darkness of the room, had failed to see Mai-mii. Should she have been spotted, it wouldn'tve been good; her stepmother didn't like her anyway and drunkness simply didn't add on to that.
She began to like this forum. Perhaps they'd become friends....
3PM tomorrow. Well, no point in going to school.
She logged on, and her profile surprisingly had changed.
Black, dead roses, bleeding tears of red.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 20, 2009 12:12:31 GMT -5
umm... I need to wait for Sam to post, so this might take a while people..
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Post by Whateversam on Dec 22, 2009 17:23:08 GMT -5
im really late. sorry
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Angela decided to try again and opened up the computer. The website popped back up. She logged in and gave it a while to load. She mingled about thinking about whatever she could. She looked back at the screen, and saw that the website had loaded. She had a message. She opened it.
Henry Simmons, Corrine Williams, Angela Bishop, Mai-mii, and Kaemon R. Cadotte. Welcome to REF. My name is LEADER , and I shall be guiding you all.
Calm yourself, Angela. Mai-mii, be still. Henry, put down that book, Corrine, close your door. Kaemon, check the time.
We will begin tomorrow at 3pm. What you see will help you.
Angela was definitely still scared, but she took the messages advice. She didn't shut the computer screen down.
Her dad came up the stairs, "Get your ass downstairs. Your food is getting cold and I'm not gonna re-heat it because your sorry ass didn't get there in time."
Angela replied, "I'll be down in a sec. I promise."
Her dad stomped in and grabbed her arm. "No, now." He closed the computer screen and dragged Angela down the stairs.
"Guess I'll just have to wait to three tomorrow," Angela thought to herself.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 22, 2009 18:06:07 GMT -5
The steady sound of tapping echoed through the dimly lit hall void of any signs of life.
" Hmmm...."
The empty hallway gradually grew to a stop at an old, gray door made of metal. Quickly, the figure thrust open the door and walked inside. The change from hall to room was amazing, for the room was in a circular shape filled with different glowing screens. A smug look danced across the person's face as it noted that nothing was out of place.
From the millions of wires taped to the plain walls to the large, fancy chair in the center of the room, everything was in tact. As gently as it could, the figure sat in the lavishly decorated chair and began to fiercely type into the keyboard.
" 3...2......1....."
Murmering to itself as it aimlessly clicked, the blank screens around it began to flicker to life.
Paris, Japan, America, Africa, even the Arctics, the moniters blinked and beated as the screen changed from different person's faces.
With a gentle smile, the figure quickly clicked her mouse, causing the screens to shudder into several moving faces.
" Let's begin."
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 22, 2009 18:24:40 GMT -5
"Kaemon Cadotte!"
Leaping into the air as his name was called, Kaemon stumbled from his chair and warily looked at his teacher.
"Y...Yes?"
The burly teacher grunted that he was dismissed and returned to his lecture, ignoring the fact that Kaemon was on the floor.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Kaemon quickly gathered his things and ran out the classroom door. Glancing at his watch, he cried out in shock as he began to sprint to his apartment building.
" It's almost THREEEEEEE!!!!"
As he threw his things down, Kaemon warily grabbed his Mac and watched as it shuttered to life. Clicking the site bookmark, Kaemon sighed in releif as the site's time turned to three.
" Wait a minute... when did the site have a clock? Ah.. Whatever..."
After signing himself in, Kaemon noted that there was an update in one of the forums.
" Lesson...?"
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see you? or some one else? But first, you need to open your eyes, right?
" What does that mean?"
Scrolling down the page, Kaemon sighed in releif as he read more text.
Time. From the time you read this to the time you die, something will happen. Anything may happen, or everything may happen, but... Something will definitley happen. Whether your eyes are open to see it when it does show itself, is up to you. But there is something else about time. For time weathers nature, and all of you that have gathered here.
From Angela to Mai-mii and everyone in between time has taken it's course, like it has to many others. However, the one thing in common all of you have, is the one reason why you are here.
After all, everyone has their own story.
Now that the lesson is over, each of you will be given an assignment. This homework shall help you open your eyes, and hopefully help you see what is needed to be seen.
Your assignments are as follow:
Angela, you must Listen.
Corrine, you must Watch.
Henry, you must Learn.
Kaemon, you must Stop.
Mai-mii, you must Start.
Everything has a reason, and so does Nothing. But the stories you must study, do not belong to you.
- LEADER
" Stop...? What does that MEAN!?!?!?"
Throwing his hands up in the air, Kaemon fell to his bed and began to toss and turn.
" AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!"
Quickly sitting up, Kaemon grabbed D and squeezed her near him. In a quiet, hushed whisper, Kaemon felt sadness engulf
him as he spoke, " D... What does that mean....?"
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this took me a long time because I was trying to figure out how to type without Participles.
It's not working out too well......
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Post by soulmusician on Dec 22, 2009 21:32:09 GMT -5
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see you? or some one else? But first, you need to open your eyes, right?
Time. From the time you read this to the time you die, something will happen. Anything may happen, or everything may happen, but... Something will definitley happen. Whether your eyes are open to see it when it does show itself, is up to you. But there is something else about time. For time weathers nature, and all of you that have gathered here.
From Angela to Mai-mii and everyone in between time has taken it's course, like it has to many others. However, the one thing in common all of you have, is the one reason why you are here.
After all, everyone has their own story.
Now that the lesson is over, each of you will be given an assignment. This homework shall help you open your eyes, and hopefully help you see what is needed to be seen.
Your assignments are as follow:
Angela, you must Listen.
Corrine, you must Watch.
Henry, you must Learn.
Kaemon, you must Stop.
Mai-mii, you must Start.
Everything has a reason, and so does Nothing. But the stories you must study, do not belong to you.
- LEADER
Watch? Corinne asked herself. Watch what?
"Everyone has their own story."
Staring at the words, she pondered their meaning. The whole thing seemed carefully planned out. What does this LEADER person want?
The doorbell rang, and was followed by several sharp knocks on the front door.
"Can you get that, Corinne?" her aunt shouted up the stairs. "I'm kind of busy." Minnemizing the website, Corinne dashed down the stairs and openned the door to whoever was still impatiently knocking. Standing there, hand still in the middle of knocking, was a woman. Her eyes were out of focus, and she looked a bit frazzled. Corinne stood there completely still, hand still on the doorknob, waiting. "Corinne? Who is it?" her aunt called. No answer. "Corinne?" Just as the woman was about to speak, Corinne closed the door and hurried past her aunt upstairs. She heard some voices, but didn't pay attention. She's not there, She told herself. She's not there. She's not there.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 22, 2009 21:37:30 GMT -5
"STOP!"
As he blinked his eyes open, Kaemon felt a shiver tap deep into his core. As he began to move his blanket, Kaemon noted with disdain that his sheets and his skin were covered in a cold, sickening sweat.Swiping D from her perch on his lamp, Kaemon sunk his head down and took a deep breathe into her.
" Strawberries..."
In a cracked, hard whisper, Kaemon fell flat onto his bed sideways and stared at the dimly lit ceiling.
" Stop....."
Kaemon took a deep breathe in and let it out slowly.Rolling onto his side, Kaemon closed his eyes and tucked his chin underneath his knees, gently cuddling D in a silent thought.
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Just finished the Blindside
fking awesome
and I don't even like sports!
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Post by Whateversam on Dec 24, 2009 11:05:02 GMT -5
wow... it was actually pretty good of a movie
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Angela had finally managed to slip past her father and get upstairs to her computer. She quickly logged into the mirror website, as she called it, and found out why she had to be on at three.
She quickly found out why. She opened up lesson forum and read what the message was.
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see you? or some one else? But first, you need to open your eyes, right?
Time. From the time you read this to the time you die, something will happen. Anything may happen, or everything may happen, but... Something will definitley happen. Whether your eyes are open to see it when it does show itself, is up to you. But there is something else about time. For time weathers nature, and all of you that have gathered here.
From Angela to Mai-mii and everyone in between time has taken it's course, like it has to many others. However, the one thing in common all of you have, is the one reason why you are here.
After all, everyone has their own story.
Now that the lesson is over, each of you will be given an assignment. This homework shall help you open your eyes, and hopefully help you see what is needed to be seen.
Your assignments are as follow:
Angela, you must Listen.
Corrine, you must Watch.
Henry, you must Learn.
Kaemon, you must Stop.
Mai-mii, you must Start.
Everything has a reason, and so does Nothing. But the stories you must study, do not belong to you.
- LEADER
"I must listen?" Angela thought to herself. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Angela!" her mom called from the door way, out of breath. "It's three fifteen. You were supposed to be downstairs fifteen minutes ago doing your chores. If you don't get downstairs now and start them and make it look like you've been working on them for the whole time, than he's gonna be pretty mad at you. You know what that means. Please come downstairs with me."
Angela ran down the stairs. She was scared and needed to get her chores done.
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Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Dec 24, 2009 12:10:18 GMT -5
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see you? or some one else? But first, you need to open your eyes, right?
Time. From the time you read this to the time you die, something will happen. Anything may happen, or everything may happen, but... Something will definitley happen. Whether your eyes are open to see it when it does show itself, is up to you. But there is something else about time. For time weathers nature, and all of you that have gathered here.
From Angela to Mai-mii and everyone in between time has taken it's course, like it has to many others. However, the one thing in common all of you have, is the one reason why you are here.
After all, everyone has their own story.
Now that the lesson is over, each of you will be given an assignment. This homework shall help you open your eyes, and hopefully help you see what is needed to be seen.
Your assignments are as follow:
Angela, you must Listen.
Corrine, you must Watch.
Henry, you must Learn.
Kaemon, you must Stop.
Mai-mii, you must Start.
Everything has a reason, and so does Nothing. But the stories you must study, do not belong to you.
- LEADER
...Ari-wa?
Oh, well.. To start? Perhaps she should ask Alice about this later, for she did not take orders from others.
Start...
Her step-mother called out for help, once again drunk and high at the same time --- in other words, delirious. She shouted things in half Thai, half English ---
"Mang-moom! Get them off! Shoui!" Mai-mii heard thumping, probably her step-mother attempting to 'get them off' and falling to the floor, instead.
...She didn't know why her step-mother took drugs, nor did she care, but orders, that was a different thing.
To start? ...Well, she'd never done this before.
She followed the noise to her step-mother's room...she'd never been there before, actually, and it took her a while to get there. The screams were excruciatingly loud, but she was used to them.
As she got there with some medicine and towels, she tried to pick her step-mother up onto the bed, but was caught by flailing arms and...puke. However, with difficulty, she managed to do it, and cleaned both of them up with the towels.
It was tiring to do this, and after doing so, she fell asleep by the bed.
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Post by soulmusician on Jan 4, 2010 11:41:11 GMT -5
Corinne paused, hands still poised above the keys on her laptop. After a moment of internal debate, she typed in the names one by one into Google. <Am I really this desperate?> she asked herself as thousands of hits appeared on the screen for each name. <This person knows the real first and last names of four people, and the real first name of one. Of course I'm desperate.> Nothing of use came up. Not really knowing what else to do, Corrine went to the website that the ad had led to.
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Hey, look, a post!
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Post by sr9jes on Jan 4, 2010 12:00:24 GMT -5
" People who have nothing to look forward to in their life, people who are begging for death... why are you helping these worthless humans?"
"Hnn. That is something you shall never understand if you continue to think that way."
The room they were in was spacious, with lavish red carpeting from corner to corner, a shining desk, and a red ornate chair, it was making the man nervous.
" If this is all that you wanted to talk about..."
Making a few gestures, the figure in the chair waved it's slenders fingers in the direction of behind it. As the door closed shut, the same slender fingers grabbed at a string and pulled, revealing a large window overlooking a city. As the beams of sunlight shot in, the same figure curled it's fingeres into a fist and heavily slumped into the chair.
" That man will never learn..."
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I don't think I'm as good at describing things as I used to be...
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