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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 2:09:31 GMT -5
I stared down at the report card. mabye if I stared at it enough it would go away. I had read it on the way back to the orphanage. Nothing higher than a D. This needed nothing short of invisibility. I screwed up my eyes, then looked at myself. Nothing. Stupid ring. Why wasn't it working?
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 8, 2004 2:12:19 GMT -5
THUMP! I ran straight into the kid as i ran around the corner, knocking the both of us to the ground.
"Shit, sorry about that," I muttered, getting to my feet, then helping him up. "Wasn't watching where I was going. You alright?"
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 2:16:20 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm fine." I said. "It happens often."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 8, 2004 2:19:56 GMT -5
"Yeha, well, sorry 'bout," I said again. "Gotta run, see ya," I straightened my jacket and took off for teh Dojo, not noticing my Soul Sabre (((in dagger form. Check 'Soul Sabres' in the General Board))) showing.
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 2:22:43 GMT -5
"What's that?" I asked. Pointing to the sword/dagger.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 8, 2004 2:26:45 GMT -5
"I like going around armed," I said quickly. "I...attract trouble. Look, i gotta book. Maybe I'll see ya 'round," I ran off before he could ask anymore questions. that was close.
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 2:32:09 GMT -5
I shrugged. Then I heard a shrill whistle inside the orphange. "Crap." I picked up my broken schoolbag and raced inside.
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 3:42:00 GMT -5
A line of kids from 5 to 18 stood in front of a tall women. "All right all of you. I'm having a very important person coming to dinner tonight and I want you all to act like the young adults I have taught you all to be." Her eyes spotted a trail of muddy footprints leading over to the line of children. "Arch!" I stopped. "Yes....?" I asked.
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 4:02:07 GMT -5
"Report card." Miss Gauiter demanded. I reached into the bag and strugled with it as alot of growling came from the bag as I pulled out the ripped report card. I handed my death sentence over, Gauiter looked at it. "I particularly like the part where they mention after school tutoring, get you off my hands." I waited for the punishment. "Two weeks greul duty."
One of the girls fainted and I turned pale. Anything was good compared to greul duty, I had to cook up a tub of the evening dinner of greul and then defend it from the hoards of hungry rats and cockroaches.
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2004 4:17:55 GMT -5
I was marched down to the kitchen at 5:30. The door opened and I was pushed in. "This door doesn't open until 6:00." Gautier said as she removed a key from her pocket. She closed the door and I heardit lock. I finaly noticed that I was not alone. I grabed a spactula and started beating down on the cockroaches. "OH!" Whack. "NO!" Whack. "YOU!" Whack "DON'T!" Whack. Whack. Whack!
I took my book out of my bag and put it down beside the stove. "How do you make gruel?" I asked. Are you sure you want to know? The book asked. "Yes." Fine.
Gruel:
Ingredients:
- 1 tub of lard.
-3 kilos of flour
-water
-Grey food colouring
Method:
1. Add one tub of lard to large cooking container.
2. Add water and flour.
3. Simmer until gluggy.
4. Add food colouring until desired shade of grey.
(Note: Also a recipe for making glue.)
I looked at the page. "Thankyou child services." I muttered. I took a tub of lard and began to cook.
(20 minutes later)
I looked at my watch with the cracked glass, i was a suprise it still worked. Five minutes left. and all was well. Then I noticed my hand. My ring was gone. I looked around and swung at a few more cockroaches before I noticed tht the gruel was rising. I saw a rat swimming in it with my ring around it's neck. The gruel kept rising.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 8, 2004 6:55:20 GMT -5
I looked at the orphanage, my schoolbag slung across one shoulder. A familiar secnt caught my nose. Glue. Or, for the orphans, dinner. Time for a shifter act of kindness.
That was how, after spoting a boy who was cooking, saving his ring from being gruel and swimming through the gruesome stuff I found myself being aimed up with a spatula.
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Post by Maya on Dec 8, 2004 12:32:45 GMT -5
I have, at times, wondered if my telepathy was going rather off, and when i got a sudden burst that i was pretty sure was from jessy, but included glue, swimming and spatula, i was also pretty sure i was going stark-raving bonkers. But oh well, i shrugged, better check it out. I headed off my usual route home from the shop, towards the direction of the thought, and quickly came upon an orphanage. what the hell...?
Then i heard a loud squeal, a yell, and i started sprinting towards a back door.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 8, 2004 12:39:55 GMT -5
"OK," I squeaked, "I'm guessing the ring is important." He couldn't understand me of course. Unless he spoke rat. I dodged again, the spatula barely missng my tail.
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Post by Jack on Dec 9, 2004 1:46:49 GMT -5
The orphanage cat jumped on the mouse which squeaked. The cat swelled to the size of a lion. The gruel continued to rise as I tried to get to the mouse that had my ring.
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Post by Jack on Dec 9, 2004 2:04:23 GMT -5
The gruel was getting higher, up to my waist now. This brought on a problem. I couldn't swim. I countinued to chase the mouse with my ring.
(Five minutes later)
My book and the cat were floating around on pots and pans as I fought to keep my head above the gruel. The mouse was sitting on a pan eyeing the spactula I still held.
(3rd person outside the door.)
Miss Gautier stood outside the door. At exactly 6:00 she opened the door to be meet by a wave of gruel, a very big cat, a mouse with something shiny around it's neck and a soggy boy who yelled "Your Late!!" As he was swept down the hallway by the gruel.
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