Um, that would be kinda hard to do since everyone is already in Underland. I suppose your character could have seen someone go down the, got curious, and followed. Maybe? But she's still an Alice Descendant other wise she wouldn't have made it. So, then, when we all leave the castle to check out the town of Giggerum, we run into you. Sound good?
P.S Sorry guys, I'm still grounded so I can't do much now Sorry
I'm a JESUS FREAK! (but you can call me a 'Jeek' if you want
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
You aren't an official writer unless you're at least slightly mad.
So it was true. I saw them all, spread out, not really talking with each other. They all looked nervous. Were they not told what was going to happen? Surely the White Queen would've told the decendants that they were going to fight in a war. Oh well, it's not my place to intrude on the White Queen. No matter how much I loathe her, she still deserves my respect.
Suddenly I heard a voice, a tiny voice. I jump as I see a cat appear out of nowhere. He's talking to the Hatter girl, what's her name? Some type of bird, Raven? Strange name for a girl if you ask me. Anyway, the cat spreads the news.
"Giggerum has been captured."
'Of coures it's been captured,' I think to myself. 'No one can stop the Blue Prince. The White Queen might try, but she's no match for the Prince.'
I stay hidden in my bush as the Hatter girl runs off. Cautiously, I step out of the bushes and look around the clearing. No one is in sight so I make my way back to my village. I must see the Prince. I must tell him of the descendants.
Noelle is the name, reviewing and writing cliffhangers is the game.
Writer of fantasy, action/adventure, and magic. Huzzah!
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"I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done." -- Steven Wright
Appearance: Long red hair that’s typically just loose, tangled, and guaranteed to catch on anything within reach, and get in front of Jennifer’s eyes at a critical moment. She has fairly mature features, making her look older than she is. Her eyes are a dull green. She’s fairly pretty, but has a slight lack of hygiene, which is a bit deterring.
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Personality: Jennifer is extremely shy and quiet. She will rarely talk unless she deems it important, but she has a strange idea of what is important and what isn’t. She’s always been kind of distant, as if she was an observer of her life, rather than a participant. She reads a lot, and can often be found sitting high in a tree, or staring into space. Despite this, Jennifer is a good friend, and unshakably loyal to even the vaguest acquaintance. Have you read Skellig by David Almond? Jennifer is based on Mina.
Other personality:Likes: The idea of Death, Nature, birds (owls in particular), being alone, climbing trees, books, poetry, surreal art, classical music, thinking. Dislikes: Shallow people, people in general, modern music, spiders. Strengths: She can put two and two together quickly, and tends to be calm in any situation. She can fight, but isn’t particularly good or bad at it. Jennifer also takes extraordinary things in her stride. Weaknesses: She often doesn’t bother with things, and she finds it hard to see someone else’s point of view. Jennifer also has a terrible memory, and is completely disorganized.
Brief history: Jennifer grew up in a large flat in a city. She hated it, and her parents often argued. When she was nine, Jennifer’s mother left her father, taking Jennifer with her. They moved to the suburbs, which Jen much preferred. Her mother remarried, and he despaired of ever befriending Jennifer.
Other: She claims she loves all creatures, but she’s terrified of spiders and rats. She also hates all nicknames. No Jen, no Jenny, she will only answer to Jennifer. (Although I may type her as Jen sometimes to save my fingers.)
I've learned so much from people who never existed - Unknown
>Sorry it's short, but I'm grounded so I don't have too much time< Raven~
"Gibberum has been taken by the Prince." I started to despair, but then I caught the message that Chesire was giving me with his eyes, it would be a good lesson, an example for the descendants. "Yes, this was good," I mumbled quietly to myslef, "I mean, it isn't, but it could be." Blue looked at me weird as if asking 'are you ok?' but then he just shrugged it off like he understood that everyone down here was mad. "Come on!" I told him and dashed down the hall. I went to get the other boy, Isaac, I think. When we ran into him, I told him to follow me and dashed down the hall again. Hopefully they were following close behind, because you could get lost in this castle, but at least they had their waistcoats with them, if something went wrong.
Finally we reached the dining hall. Everyone was sitting around, done with there launch, and looking bored. "Hey, you guys," I said, getting their attention. "I hope you're all done eating, cause we're leaving."
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I'm a JESUS FREAK! (but you can call me a 'Jeek' if you want
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
You aren't an official writer unless you're at least slightly mad.
I followed the Alice freaks, their waistcoat-wearing rabbits, and everyone else into the main-place-of-eating (whatever it was called). My stomach growled at me in annoyance for not eating for so long. I ignored it. It always tried to pry into my life. Why haven't you been feeding me?
Annoying.
I look around and try to refrain from being miffed that no one has even said a word to me since I got here. Insulting. Don't they know I could-- I frown. No, couldn't do that. Hm. I could tie them up with ropes and hang them from the ceiling by their wrists and--axes? Ankles. Yes. I could do that. That would be fun. I'll have to go threaten the hatter girl with--
I blink at the sudden announcement and turn to see--the hatter girl! Lovely. I shift my appearance to make myself taller, darker-haired, and generally bigger--older? Yes, older--hoping for a mite more respect that way. "Leaving? Leaving where?" I ask. Might as well let her know I'm here now.
After all, maybe if I'm lucky the white-lady person will have some extra food to spare. She's always quite good at that, unlike the poncy prince fellow. He's all: "Oh, just go do your job!" Ack. Totally annoying.
My stomach growls again and I wonder half-heartedly if the itsy bitsy rabbits can hear it. Rabbit soup is good, you know. It is truly unfortunate these can talk. The shrieking is bad enough, but words? Ick.
The soft roaring of the rain surrounds me as I climb. I know the rhythms by heart. I know which branches will take my weight, which won't. I could find my way with my eyes shut. I'm lucky there are so many trees here. I can clamber slowly from tree to tree until I reach my goal.
The elm acts as a shelter from the rain, and I feel alone, but that's a good thing for me. The Institute stretches out before me. I often like to stare at it, and wonder what the inmates are feeling. Sometimes I wonder if they aren't mad at all. Maybe they're the sanest of all of us.
Voices interrupt my train of thought, I listen as hard as I can, but I can't hear a word. Resigned to watching, I peer through the thick branches. I can see two people. One is tall and blonde. The other seems to be a child, or a dwarf. The child looks brownskinned.
A blink, and they vanish. I rub my eyes. And agin, but they do not reappear. Quickly, I climb down to the ground, and force my way into the open. There is still no sign, but a nearby puddle is crackling with energy. Hesitantly I reach in my hand, and the world becomes black for a moment.
When light returns, I am in a different place entirely.
I've learned so much from people who never existed - Unknown
"Um, we've been called away early. Something of great importance has come up, and we are needed." I didn't know why I didn't tell them the truth, I mean, it wasn't a lie either. I glanced at Blue and Isaac, he would probably tell everyone what was really going on. Oh well.
I told everyone to get up and follow me. We walked briskly through the castle, until we ran into the Queen herself. I did a quick, respectful bow and opened my mouth to tell the Queen of the news and my plans, when she held up her hand to silence me. "Yes, you must go to Giggerum," she said, "Here are your supplies." She made a motion with her hands and a group of dogs appeared with bags between their teeth and slung across their backs. They each walked up to a descendant and dropped the bags at their feet. I noticed one of the wolves, a black one with green eyes, seemed to have met the descendant Celestria before. After he dropped off her supplies, he trotted back to the Queen, asked for her attention, and they had a brief conversation which I did not hear. In the end, she nodded her head and the wolf walked back to Celestria and stood beside her. I raised my eyebrow but said, "Alright everybody, lets move out."
I'm a JESUS FREAK! (but you can call me a 'Jeek' if you want
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
You aren't an official writer unless you're at least slightly mad.
I trotted- in the air, mind you- up to raven. A single tear was on her face, but I could tell she was desperately fighting it.
"Come now, Raven. We have Alice- well, Alices. We'll take back Giggerum, and every other captured city. They're on our side." I cooed as she wiped the tear away.
" I suppose.This is a... a good thing." She replied. I made her hat a tad more lop-sided as the kids inspected the dogs, clearly surprised.
"Now, Giggerum isn't the largest of cities- but by no means is it small. Neither is the distance from here to it. Stay with your waistcoats- and waistcoats, stay with Raven." The White Queen commanded, before turning to Raven. "Whenever you're ready."
Raven nodded, gulped, and began to walk.
"Fantasy is a way of looking through the wrong end of the telescope."
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads!"
I am so sorry you guys. One, because I haven't posted in a while, I'm busy, on vacation, and grounded, all that good stuff, so I haven't really had time. And two, because I've strayed from this SBs purpose: to have a creative writing storybook, I need to be more uniqe, fun, and crazy! Hopefully I'll be able to post today, I promise I will try! Just work with me, guys.
I'm a JESUS FREAK! (but you can call me a 'Jeek' if you want
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
You aren't an official writer unless you're at least slightly mad.
I put up my hand to stop the pleading of the old corn farmer. "I'm sure that I have made myself clear by now, Mr. Clemet, you did not pay your taxes. I do not care that your getting money from your crop tomorrow, you did not have it today, tax day, and that's all that matters. Guards, please escort this peasent to his prison cell." I turned away and walked out of the room, rubbing my temples. I always did enjoy ruining people's life, but sometimes I got tired of the constant complaining, and always having to explain it to them more then a couple times. I sighed, some people just don't get it.
The old man's pleas where cut off as soon as I closed the door to my study. I sat down and started rumaging through some papers that were on the desk. It was all the same, a couple hangings here, some beheadings there, slave traiding, and most of all, failure to pay taxes. All of it was rutine and boring, I need something to get excited about. Maybe I should go out on a rampage my self, should get the blood flowing. Maybe if I ruin a few lives in person, I wouldn't be so grumpy.
Suddenly, with a quick rap on the door, a page came in. "What do you want?" I growled at the boy, I hated it when someone barged in unannounced. Normally, I would have the person flogged, but I was feeling generous today.
The lad bowed lowly, which looked more like a cower in fear, and then he spoke. "One of your spies, sir. He wishes to see you."
"Of course, send him in."
I'm a JESUS FREAK! (but you can call me a 'Jeek' if you want
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
You aren't an official writer unless you're at least slightly mad.
Celsetria Hester I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as we left the castle as each of us left we bowed or curtsied to the White Queen. Each of us murmured thank you's and goodbye's. I bowed politely from my waist to the White Queen. "Thank you your Highness and goodbye hopefully we'll see you soon." I said straightening up. She smiled and bowed her head in reply as she had done in reply to all of the descendants before me. I smiled slightly and walked again Saber next to me. "Do you know what to expect?" I asked quietly. "Fighting, hopelessness, and a lot of puzzle pieces." He muttered in reply.
"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
I was last in the line, taking the caboose to make sure no one got lost.
"Don't worry, madame." I said to her, floating upside-down like only I could. "We'll have it all under control."
"But.. they're not trained."
"There is a long way to Giggerum, and there are a whole bunch of us to train- the waistcoats, Raven, and myself. It'll be fine." I assured her. She nodded, and I pranced back to Raven, who was leading them all. She was taking roll.
"Jennifer!"
"I'm here!"
"Celestria!"
"In the back."
"That about dos it," I she mumbled to herself.
I glanced sideways at her.
"You make a good leader. You're dear old man would be proud."
Her chest swelled with pride.
"Fantasy is a way of looking through the wrong end of the telescope."
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads!"
I'm sorry if I can't post for a while. I'm grounded (I feel for you Dragonette) I might be able to post later this month, but I'll definetly check up on this storybook to see how it's doing. I don't think I'll have enough time to keep up with this storybook because I have to keep up with mine. Let's just say that the Angel has taken a leave of absence, she is, after all, a flighty creature.
Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
Alyssa~ I looked around once again at all the strangers around me. I wasn't scared so much as I was perplexed. I still didn't know what happened when I fell, but I had a feeling I had hit my head. All of the things here seemed so... fantastical. It couldn't have been real. The only thing that kept me grounded was Shadow, still being held against my chest. She wasn't hissing, actually, she was purring. I suddenly wondered how far she explored while I was up in my trees.
(Sorry guys, I'm a little lost and I'm trying to catch up)
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