Post by Deleted on May 14, 2005 14:02:36 GMT -5
I've had this little idea flickering in the back of my head...a story about what really happened when the NTWF went down.
Thus is the product. Part two is coming.
Enjoy. ^^
Part Numero Uno
“Hey Rider!” I yelled, waving across the street to the obviously off-duty pirate captain. She was gazing intently on something in a shop window, murmuring something to Kat, who was at her right. I quickly crossed the street and peered at the object of fascination with them – a huge shield, Meridell colors across it.
“You know, Kat,” Rider said, “my birthday isn’t that far off…”
Kat laughed. “Yeah Rider, ten months isn’t that long.”
Rider started to retort, but then something came over to her. She dropped to her knees, hands folded as if in prayer. “Please…?” she begged, making her eyes look more sincere than usual, her lower lip tremble.
“Fine…” Kat said, digging into the pockets of her jeans for some change and then making her way into the shop. Rider made the “V is for Victory” sign with her fingers and grabbed my arm, swinging me into some sort of insane rain dance of ecstasy.
“So,” I said as I spun around in a circle. “Are you and Kat heading to the NTWF?”
“Yep!” Rider said, the suddenly she stopped dancing and clutched her foot. “Toe cramp!” she howled.
Kat came out, overburdened with several other large shopping bags and the giant shield. She stumbled her way down towards the Catacombs, bumping into several shoppers. Rider hobbled along, leaning on my shoulder so she wouldn’t have to put pressure on her cramped…toe.
Finally we made it to the Catacombs (but not before multiple people pointed at us, laughed, and took pictures with cameras from the Space Station) where a crowd of people were gathered around outside. “Oh, what now?” Rider said as she shuffled toward the crowd, her toe cramp disappearing. “If this is another one of those snotty little tour groups pounding on the doors begging for autographs…”
Kat dropped the shield and her purchases over near a tree and made her way over with Rider, and I followed them. We stopped and hung toward the back of the crowd, taking it all in, while Rider elbowed her way through the people. It didn’t take long for Kat and I to realize that we weren’t surrounded by a ‘snotty little tour group’ but ones of our own…NTWFers, all of them. Lau was standing, arms crossed and a worried look on her face as she stood on her tip-toes trying to see over the masses. Sammy, muttering into Blub’s ear. Carrie and NSQ, obviously not worried about the occurrences, drawing exploding stick people in freshly dug up dirt with their toes as they guzzled down rum. Crystal noticed them in the corner of her eye and swiped up the bottles before the two could rebut.
“Maybe we should go see what’s the matter.” Kat said, breaking my concentration.
“Wha? Oh…yeah, alright…” I said, gazing at NSQ and Carrie attacking Crystal, who was trying to get them off of her with repeated pokes.
We nudged out way towards the front of the crowd. Nick was looking around, a wild look on his face. “Where’s Rider?” he said.
“Haven’t seen her since she disappeared into this mess.” I said, gesticulating at the people gathered around.
“Oh,” Nick said, looking disappointed. He moved quickly past Mindela, who was holding one of her children who started to whimper. Quick as a flash, she reached into the diaper bag and popped a bottle into the toddler’s mouth.
Having ninja training before motherhood can have its ups.
Kat dragged me towards the front of the crowd. There we saw our Catacombs…the NTWF. The place where we would gather and laugh, comfort, duel, have affairs, raise Tabloids children, write, build friendships…
Rider stood by the front of the Catacombs, discussing something with Tracy, a worried look in her eyes as she moved her hands wildly to punctuate her speech. Tracy was just shaking her head. Spot was standing with Stal, biting her lip, while he listened to Wolf. Crystal made her way over and plopped down next to Kiddo, still holding the bottles. How she had escaped Carrie and NSQ’s wrath we never did know.
What we did know was that across the door of our favorite place in the world was a banner, bearing these words in its cold, black print:
Thus is the product. Part two is coming.
Enjoy. ^^
Part Numero Uno
“Hey Rider!” I yelled, waving across the street to the obviously off-duty pirate captain. She was gazing intently on something in a shop window, murmuring something to Kat, who was at her right. I quickly crossed the street and peered at the object of fascination with them – a huge shield, Meridell colors across it.
“You know, Kat,” Rider said, “my birthday isn’t that far off…”
Kat laughed. “Yeah Rider, ten months isn’t that long.”
Rider started to retort, but then something came over to her. She dropped to her knees, hands folded as if in prayer. “Please…?” she begged, making her eyes look more sincere than usual, her lower lip tremble.
“Fine…” Kat said, digging into the pockets of her jeans for some change and then making her way into the shop. Rider made the “V is for Victory” sign with her fingers and grabbed my arm, swinging me into some sort of insane rain dance of ecstasy.
“So,” I said as I spun around in a circle. “Are you and Kat heading to the NTWF?”
“Yep!” Rider said, the suddenly she stopped dancing and clutched her foot. “Toe cramp!” she howled.
Kat came out, overburdened with several other large shopping bags and the giant shield. She stumbled her way down towards the Catacombs, bumping into several shoppers. Rider hobbled along, leaning on my shoulder so she wouldn’t have to put pressure on her cramped…toe.
Finally we made it to the Catacombs (but not before multiple people pointed at us, laughed, and took pictures with cameras from the Space Station) where a crowd of people were gathered around outside. “Oh, what now?” Rider said as she shuffled toward the crowd, her toe cramp disappearing. “If this is another one of those snotty little tour groups pounding on the doors begging for autographs…”
Kat dropped the shield and her purchases over near a tree and made her way over with Rider, and I followed them. We stopped and hung toward the back of the crowd, taking it all in, while Rider elbowed her way through the people. It didn’t take long for Kat and I to realize that we weren’t surrounded by a ‘snotty little tour group’ but ones of our own…NTWFers, all of them. Lau was standing, arms crossed and a worried look on her face as she stood on her tip-toes trying to see over the masses. Sammy, muttering into Blub’s ear. Carrie and NSQ, obviously not worried about the occurrences, drawing exploding stick people in freshly dug up dirt with their toes as they guzzled down rum. Crystal noticed them in the corner of her eye and swiped up the bottles before the two could rebut.
“Maybe we should go see what’s the matter.” Kat said, breaking my concentration.
“Wha? Oh…yeah, alright…” I said, gazing at NSQ and Carrie attacking Crystal, who was trying to get them off of her with repeated pokes.
We nudged out way towards the front of the crowd. Nick was looking around, a wild look on his face. “Where’s Rider?” he said.
“Haven’t seen her since she disappeared into this mess.” I said, gesticulating at the people gathered around.
“Oh,” Nick said, looking disappointed. He moved quickly past Mindela, who was holding one of her children who started to whimper. Quick as a flash, she reached into the diaper bag and popped a bottle into the toddler’s mouth.
Having ninja training before motherhood can have its ups.
Kat dragged me towards the front of the crowd. There we saw our Catacombs…the NTWF. The place where we would gather and laugh, comfort, duel, have affairs, raise Tabloids children, write, build friendships…
Rider stood by the front of the Catacombs, discussing something with Tracy, a worried look in her eyes as she moved her hands wildly to punctuate her speech. Tracy was just shaking her head. Spot was standing with Stal, biting her lip, while he listened to Wolf. Crystal made her way over and plopped down next to Kiddo, still holding the bottles. How she had escaped Carrie and NSQ’s wrath we never did know.
What we did know was that across the door of our favorite place in the world was a banner, bearing these words in its cold, black print:
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
UPGRADING IN PROGRESS
UPGRADING IN PROGRESS