Nate's Dead?! (A Storybook not to scare anyone)

Hahaha, I'm *so* in!

Name: Samantha Kathe (Pronounced Kay-tah)
Age: 16
Personality: I'm extremely sarcastic, opinionated, but usually quite shy at first. I love to laugh. I'm a generally kind, quiet person unless provoked, where I tend to bite. Only a little, though ;]. I'm a mediator when it comes to arguments, not easily biased. I'm more of one to find the 'truth', and am good at solving problems and forming strategies. I have no problem with admitting when I'm wrong, as long as people give me a chance as well. I'm uber-accepting, and will try and be friends with anyone.
Physical Description: I'm tall, 5'8", with light brown hair that comes past my shoulders, with thick sidebangs. It's usually straight, if not wavy at the ends or styled inward to frame my face. I have light blue-grey eyes. I'm tan, and I have a slight, athletic build. My clothing of choice is usually a button up shirt and jeans, maybe with a belt around my waist. I love wearing boots.
Weapon of choice: Probably a bow and arrow (I actually know how to use them!) or my feet (I can kick really, really high and hard)
Fighting style: I'll fight without question, but if I need to run I'll do so as well. I'm quite fast (the top 400m-hurdler on my team =]) and I pack a pretty powerful punch. However, I'd much prefer to stand in the sidelines and make decisions.
Anything else? I keep a journal as record of everything we encounter =]

I've so gotta join.
Name:Vamp
Age:15
Personality: Quirky,funny
Physical appearance: sleek build, olive skin tone, hazel eyes, army t-shirt, gray bermudas shorts and gray converse.
Weapon: bat whistle to call her minions.
Fighting Style: always strikes first, very agile.
Anything else: Needs to feed every eight hours.

I'll be myself too.

Name: Aspiring or just A.M.

Age: 18

Personality: Quiet and seemingly shy, yet he has a lot to say.

Physical Description: On my profile photo. No, that's not hair dye.

Weapon of choice: Does not believe in weapons, but if it is necessary for this storybook then I went to my brother's apartment and stole his gun.

Fighting style: Has been teaching himself martial arts such as karate, so he can for the most part, take care of himself.

Anything else? He is involved in theatre productions at his school, so he is good at acting. Is rather small but very strong.

I have to join!

I'll be ME!

Name: Irish (or whatever nicknames you guys have for me)
Age: 14
Personality: Spazzy, stupid sometimes, quick thinking, funny, loud, stupid sometimes, stupid sometimes (can you tell I'm warning you?) and uhh oh yea spazzy.
Appearence: DARK brown/black eyes with random orange in them, pale with bright red cheeks, layered gold-red hair, 5'4 (thats what my math teacher told me at least), constantly wears a sweatshirt that reads "3 doors down - Citizen Soldier" and an orange scarf with black jeans and grey boots *hugs boots ^^*
Weapon: My voice, and a sword (which you should NEVER give me, I hurt people with pencils)
Fighting-style: Will be very nervous before but once I get into it I'll be into it, and laughing...very loudly xD Is ok at sneaking up on people but will normally get caught right when I'm about to pounce and well you get the jist hehe
Anything else? Give me chocolate. Now.

This'll be cool so I have to, have to join.

Name: Juni/Pudin/Muff

Age: 15.

Personality: Quiet, funny, a bit childish sometimes, a bit stupid sometimes, intelligent, short tempered, loves laughing at absolutely everything(ok, not everything but almost), loves having friends and hanging out with them. To make it short, she's random, so very random.

Physical Description: Short, 5'4 I think, with shoulder length brown curly hair. Brown eyes with big eyelashes, but unfortunately wears glasses so it's kind of frustrating. Has a normal body, not fat, not thin, just normal. Wears jeans with t shirts most of the time and loves wearing converse.

Weapon of choice: Ummm, if I can really have my clicky pen, I would choose it, so yeah maybe, but also a gun, any type of gun.

Fighting style: "Run for you life" style and has the power to make people go crazy because of her insane laughing.

Anything else?: If you can give me my Chips Ahoy please?

I'm- I'm so happy *tear*

Name: Lizz (or Lizzifer)

Age: 16

Personality: Likes people, a bit too much and is very trusting. (I hate describing myself blahh) She likes to save things, like the forest and animals. She (okay I) love the outdoors and taking in small creatures. Can be a bit too peppy at times.

Physical Description: Brown hair that either likes to stand pin straight or with a slight wave that falls past her (my) shoulders. Stands at 5'7 and has hazely-green eyes set in tan-ish skin.

Weapon of choice: Two knives that have pretty designs in them

Fighting style: She laughs while she fights, covering up that she has no balance what so ever

Anything else? She has a weakness for chocolate and large animals (except for horses, she is scared to tears of horses)

This is going to be the most popular storybook in the history of YWS.

Omg heather. XD So nice to see a CRA-er =D

since we seem to have alotttttt of people we can start! the land of the storybooks in confusing full of random things but the most crowded with ideas. One minute you will be on a pirate ship and the next you could be at a school for vampires!

Lizz~

I padded quickly down the long beach, the sky was in a turmoil of swirling gray the sea was a deep royal blue. The rain kept coming down, curse those dramatists! In the distance you could make out some smoking tankers and submarines swimming about each other. The thunder was rivaled with the sound of water war fare.

Haven't seen a World War II storybook in a while I thought to myself as I spotted the foresty border that stood in front of me. It completely contradicted my beach setting, with it's large oaks and dark green foliage. The sun hit my body as I slid into it, my shivering body welcomed the sudden warmth. I let out a chuckle, and then it was followed my a full out laugh, I must be going mad! Something moved behind me and I flinched, it might be an ogre or something if I was in one of those fairy tale storybooks!

*Dreamy*

I ran for my life. One second, I had been telling Edward Cullen how stupid he was, the next, I was being chased by an angry mob of elves. A fiery arrow whizzed past my head. I sprinted, faster, faster...and all of a sudden, I was underwater. A fish swam up to me and said something cheerful. Curses! I was trapped in a children's storybook.
"Look, Rainbow Fish, I have nothing against you. Well, actually, I do.Your entire book is scientifically inaccurate. Blowfish are not neon pink. And they don't talk. But I don't want to be here. I need to save the kingdom."
The hideously adorable fish said something else that was cheerful. I grimaced. Well, at least I could breathe underwater here. I swam off to find someone who could point me to where I needed to go, and Rainbow Fish trailed behind me, muttering cheerful things that made me want to slap it. The only thing I found worse than scientific inaccuracy was an overly cheery person. Or fish, in this case.

*snuggles the Nutty*

Heather

My surroundings had changed again. I found that now I was standing in a vacated parking lot, under an eerily dim street lamp. I wondered what the plot of this storybook was supposed to be. Murder by candle-light? And of course that was exactly what it was. The villainous character appeared out of nowhere - how do they do that? - and said in a swaggering voice:

"I am going to kill you."

"Did you kill Nate?" I asked.

"What?" The heavily cloaked man blinked.

"Did you kill Nate?" I repeated. I hadn't slowed my unhealthy stride and was almost at the edge of his territory. He hurried to block my way.

"I did not," he said indignantly. "I kill pretty young women."

"Good I said." I considered that our conversation concluded. He did not. The villain pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head. His smile was darker than a bulbless light.

"Heather!" A familiar voice cried out. I turned and half smiled at Nutty, the closest I had come to a positive thought in days. The poor Mr. Villain didn't fare very well against her spork. He very quickly ceased to exist.

"Crazy times, huh?" I mumbled darkly.

"Crazy is what we do best," Nutty agreed.

I tiptoed through the land of the blogs, across pools of angst and piles of random, meaningless questions. Photo's, opinions... I sighed. Nothing too special here, today. Not yet, at least.

After a moments consideration, I added my own blog. Pulling the thought from my head, I entered it into the blog box and hit 'submit', then wandered off. I'd check it later to see if I had any responses.

Before I left to cross the resources and groups sections, I saw a new post.

"NATE'S DEAD!!!" said the frantic title. My face paled.

Forgetting completely about leaving, I jumped into the post.

"Oh no," I whispered quietly to myself.

I ran as fast as I could to the 'Community' section. It was a long trek, and as my quick feet ran across topics and links, I heard other, similar cries in different sections of YWS. I flinched. Oh, no, indeed.

Muff


Yes, the time changes, the era changes, all this changes were going to drive me nuts. In one second I'm in the middle ages and in the next I'm fifty years from now. But right now it seemed as if I was in modern times. Well, not that was good, at least my brain didn't have to get used to some different time. I was in a field with lots of wild flowers and the wind softly caressing my face. When all of a sudden I saw something, something running in the field.

"What the heck?" I said, frowning, wondering what it might be.The creature little by little showed itself, it was a rabbit. What, now I'm Alice?!I screamed in mind, refusing to go through what that girl went through. But now I wasn't Alice, the creature was....a giant...hare? Yeah, a giant hare, with big pink ears and red eyes. I went forwards, slowly, for I didn't want to scare whatever that was.

"Umm..." I began but I was interrupted by a giant bark. It barked!! well, now that was the most...interesting thing I ever saw. "Umm, ok, have you seen Nate?" I continued asking the thing.

"Nate's dead" The thing said. Now it barked and talked, and said Nate was dead. I was about to faint but I had to do something.

Howler

I walked around my cathedral, giving a bowl of food to each of the hundred or so characters taking shelter. Since the announcement of Nate's death came along, many writers went crazy and threw their characters out. I kept those characters here for shelter and food. Soon enough, they'd be in trouble, though.

My cathedral was in the heart of Narrative Poetry, which was built similar to New York. When characters are kicked out, they lose their words as time moves on. They're changed from stories to poems, which isn't a lower form of life, just a simpler and, for them, more confusing form of life.

There were about 3 casts of "Glee" from the Fanfiction forum, and 3 astronauts from SciFi. There were lovers and couples from Romantic fiction, and many self monologing others from Other Fiction. Those ones were the wierdest, because they didn't have anywhere to belong in the first place.

As I served the last of the porrige, I heard a window shatter. Some rock was flown in by one of those Bad Grammer monsters. They were going to tear the place apart soon enough. I needed to get everyone out of here.

I yelled over the microphone, "Everybody, characters and all. As great a home as you may find this place, we're under some trouble. We'll have to be moving along through the Sewers to keep safe. Take your bowl and follow me".

I walked down the staircase and we started going along. The character parade behind me was a little bit funny. I felt like the Harriot Tubman of lunatics.

I didn't know where we were going. The sewers were filled with deleted blog and forum posts. So many deleted hopes and dreams and theories. Every mile or so was a manhole. I ignored them for a bit, but the stench of the posts started bothering me, and the characters.

I poked my head out from one of the manholes and looked around. It was some giant grassy field. I think it was Fantasy Fiction, but I wouldn't know, since I've never been there before. Some giant rabbit creature jumped over my head as I poked my head out the hole. I saw someone where the rabbit came from. One of the writers, Muff. I could use someone to actually have by me who could control these characters with me. It was tough maintaing the sanity of a hundred loose characters.

"Hello Muff. Having a lucky day?", I said and asked. She was in shock. I guess she just heard the news. Narrative Poetry was one of the first to recieve the news, and I only had the characters with me for about half a day at most, but it still felt like forever.

"Didn't you hear the news?", she asked. She didn't the grin I had on.

"Tragic, I know, but there's other things I need help with. Would you care to join the character parade down here? I could use an extra pair of hands"

I saw how many people had joined, and nearly balked, but half of 'em will probably drop out anyways. Also, we need to pull our random scenes together, as each one of us has a different world.

Name: Naldaer

Age: 15

Personality: I-don't-care. Always ignoring everything else anybody has to say about anything. Hated Nate, and is gleefully joyous over his disappearance.

Physical Description: Short-cropped black hair (crew-cut, character is male) white skin. Slate-blue T and black jeans.

Weapon of choice: Left hand. It shifts and forms into a sword, gun, wrench, pen; anything he needs. Said weapon cannot be destroyed unless first removed form his arm. Also, as a side note, Naldaer is left-handed.

Fighting style: Whipping out weapon of choice (see above) and randomly slashing it around while constantly changing it into a million different items.

Anything else? Strongly opposes those who seek Nate's killer, and strives to afflict them in any way possible.

Naldaer

Even though I'd left my favorite hat back in the poetry section, I wouldn't go back. First off, it was the lousiest (in my opinion) place in all of YWS, and secondly, I was too rushed to spread the good news: the warden was gone!
I hopped into the first place I saw that was inhabited and landed softly in a fairy tale storybook.
I loathed fairy tales almost as much as poetry, but I really needed someone to talk to.
"Have you heard the news?" I asked, slightly taken aback by the giant bunny -er- hare, I saw, but eager to talk anyways. "Nate's gone!"