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Monday, March 9, 2009

Gertrude

"My, what do we have here?" the doctor inquired as Bruce introduced us and laid the girl on the bed, "looks like the young lady had a stroke of bad luck."
"you're telling me." I muttered. I was about to ask Bruce what to do, but when I turned around he was gone. great, what am I supposed to do now? sure, he gave me a note, but I can't read it dummy!
"So what exactly happened?" the doctor began examining girl.
"What a funny nose you have. has it always been that way?"
"please excuse her bad manners, she was hit by a large pine cone, or rather it fell on her."
"Oh, I've seen those, they can be quite deadly if you're not careful. Well, there isn't much more I can do for her. just keep doing what you've been doing. keep her awake for the next twelve hours or so if you can. I will loan you my cart, so you can wheel her around. Just be sure to return it as soon as she recovers from this delusional state she's in."
"sure thing." I helped him get the girl into the cart (like a wheel barrow) and then waved goodbye.
"ok," I began to speak to the girl once we got outside "you still haven't told me your name."
"oh it's Amber."
"Amber (if that's really your name) can you read?"
"of course! any fool can read! see that sign tailor. and that one butcher. and. . ."
"I believe you!" I then handed her the note Bruce gave me, "can you tell me what this says?"
Just as I was handing her the note, a man with a bushy mustache went rushing by me chasing a little boy with bright orange hair. his coat flapped in the wind, knocking the paper away from Amber's hands.
"bye bye birdie, fly away to your mother."
the paper flew about, dodging people as I chased it, until finally it fell to the ground. I was about to pick it up when a man with black boots stepped on it, nearly on my hand. I looked up into his dark eyes, he made me nervous. I was frozen with fear, he seemed to know who I was, but I had no idea who he was.
"you have something that belongs to me."
I shook my head, confused, "no. no sir, I don't have anything. . ."

6 comments:

  1. I didn't really know what to write. hope this works for everyone. oh yes, the guy running by is Randy. the other guy can be whoever you want.

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  2. In defense of my beloved Mira, I must be sure that everyone understands that she is very selfconsious and would not say something without thought. I hope that, when she recovers, whenever anyone posts for her that she will not appear as the blatant blabering idiot that she appears as now.

    Now what could be interesting and funny is if the authors act on her self consiousness. Many times when we think through things to much it all comes out wrong. Perhaps EVENTUALLY and not in the next post or two the characters will recognize her selfconsiousness and strive to take advantage of it or try to help her through it.

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  3. muahahhahah! totaly that would be hilarious if we were in the town and still never met ^_^! this is luke by the by.

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  4. By the way great post. This is Lord Snim.

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  5. thanks...the only reason she is acting weird is because she got knocked senseless, literally. once she recovers, which would probably be the next post of mine, she will be back to her old self conscious self.

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