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SSiT: Meet the MummyCharacters in this scene
Sleuth Serpent (Noah)
The Mummy (Hisspan)
Setting and props
Mansion hallway. A gigantic vase near stage left (NOT against the wall!), and a bookshelf full of books at stage right.
This is the scene where the Mummy is introduced. After their close call with the werewolf, Sleuth and Mia split up to look for clues. While Sleuth investigates the bookshelf, the Mummy shows up and introduces herself in monologue. The Mummy then hypnotizes Sleuth, and Mia returns just in time to see this happening. Finally, the Mummy leaves with Sleuth in tow, and Mia follows them.
(Sleuth and Mia walk in from stage right in that order, out of breath and panting. They pause at center stage.)
Mia. Okay, from now on I'm a cat person.
(They regain their breath.)
Sleuth. Well, we're out of danger for now. Let's split up and search for clues as to where the Princess ended up. You
ExplanationsTrixie was walking down the street when an elephant fell from the sky and landed on her.
What was an elephant doing in the sky?
No, I mean, why was it up there?
A crane was carrying it, and dropped it.
So it wasn't technically "in the sky"; it was just a few stories above Trixie.
Why was a crane carrying an elephant? And why did it drop it?
A construction crew was converting a building nearby into a zoo, and the crane was transporting the elephant to its enclosure on the second floor. The crane operator fell asleep on the job, and hit the release by accident.
Why not just have the elephant enclosure in the second floor? It'd be a lot easier to get them there, and there'd be less risk of the floor caving in under the elephants' weight.
Well... ah... they had to work with what they had. The doors were too small to get the elephant through; they needed to put the elephant where they could.
I guess I'll buy that. &
Fancharacter profile: Black and White"That guy called us an 'anomaly'. What's an anomaly?" --Black
"I think it's an East Asian dish. 'Garcon, anomaly with rice, por favor!' Yeah, that sounds about right." --White
Type of character: Sonicverse
Names: Black and White (no known last names)
Age: Unknown, but appear around 10
Gender: M (both)
Family: Twins. No known relatives.
Black is fairly average in appearance for a Mobian. His primary body color is a dark gray (not pure black; that'd make him hard to look at), around 20% (#333333 in RRGGBB hexadecimal). He has two sharp and strong horns, each one starting at the temple and pointing straight up. His tail is slightly longer than his legs, and ends at a point.
His fingers and toes are clawed. His wings spread out from his back; his full wingspan is about twice his height, and each wing features a dewclaw. His horns, claws, wing membr
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
The Oracle -Trade-Oceania "Teardrop" Otter double-checked the address Hisspan had given her. She hadn't been told directly who lived at the house, but she'd done a little research and found out for herself.
Casually she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came a male voice from inside, and Oceania wasted no time in obeying.
Upon stepping into the foyer, the otter was almost immediately greeted by the house's lone occupant, a Mobian anaconda holding an orange notebook. He offered his free hand for a shake, and she took it.
"You must be Oceania. It's nice to meet you in person at last."
"And you must be Tashako Ana. Likewise."
Taking out his notebook and flipping it to a particular page, Tashako began reading off its contents.
"Oceania Otter, nickname 'Teardrop'. 60 years old, but physically twenty years younger. Roboticized and de-roboticized alongside Wolfen Down. Currently self-employed as an information broker. Views Wolfen and his wife H
The Ice Cream StorePicture in your mind an ice cream store that offers hundreds of delicious flavors and toppings, including all of your favorites, all at more or less the same price.
You go in and scan the menu for a moment, then place your order.
The man behind the counter asks to see your Ice Cream Club membership card. You say you don't have one, and have never heard of the club before.
The man points out the board on the wall that discusses all the benefits of the Ice Cream Club. Apparently, lots of exclusive flavors and toppings are available to members. There is, however, a regular membership fee, and no free trial period.
You tell the man you'll decline to join the club, as you're not a serious enough ice cream lover to join up.
He says he'll have to cancel your order, as the flavor of ice cream you requested is available only to Ice Cream Club members.
You're not happy, but you order something else. He shakes his head and tells you that's a Club exclusive, too.
After a bi
Keep from Dozing OffProfessor Butts steps barefoot on a live wire, and while he is under electric shock he thinks up a not-so-simple way to keep from dozing off at work.
When you start to feel drowsy, forehead (A) hits electric button (B), starting up fan (C) and blowing away papers (C). As co-worker (D) runs to get papers, he pulls string (E), opening cage (F) and releasing mouse (G). Baby elephant (H) jumps at sight of mouse, releasing rope (I) from under elephant and dropping package (J) on mail scale (K). Arrow on scale (L) pulls twine (M), pulling leg (N) out of miniature chair (O) and causing midget sailor (P) to fall into toy rowboat (Q). Midget sailor immediately starts rowing like crazy, so that oar (R) turns belt (S) and lowers heavy binder (T) onto car horns (U-V), blasting an ear-shattering toot that wakes you up so you can continue your work.
Just make sure you aren't too near the rowboat, or the oars will knock you black and blue. (Talk about a rude awake
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
If I Should ForgetDaisy still teases me about the three years of my life where I believed I was a shape-shifter. She'll smile and recount how I would sulk in a corner and shake, pretending to shed my skin, allowing me to transform myself into someone entirely new. She'll casually bring it up over our morning coffee, her laughter running along the pier as we walk. Some days I wish she would let it rest, but her memories of me are too precious to truly be annoyed with.
"You would make the cutest faces," she would say, after taking a sip of her coffee, following up with my favorite part, "I used to try to mimic your faces in the mirror at home, but they were never the same."
This is when I would touch her arm and try my best to make some sort of face, in an attempt to recreate the memory. I always imagine the giggles that escape her are the ones we had shared during our childhood. "Close enough," she would whisper, a sadness would glaze over her voice and she would shake her head.
When the silence would we
she shall inherit"Your meekness is sensual."
The words caught her off guard, especially since she had been lost in her normal reverie: the imaginary world she lived in while walking, shopping and eating among the throbbing crowds of citizens that packed this city from wall to wall during business hours.
But they caught her off-guard in another way, and it took her a second to realize it. For some reason, she wasn't offended at being called "meek" by a complete stranger. It was true, but that doesn't mean a stranger should address it. Maybe it was because of the suave and confident way he delivered the sentence. Maybe it was his Ivy-League good looks and high-end business suit. Maybe it was the calm, slightly smiling expression on his face. She didn't know. But she wanted to hear him explain what he meant.
So, she put down her paper cup of tea and just looked back at him through her slightly too-thick glasses. He started to look somewhat familiar, b
Stare at the ScreenStare at the screen, hands hover over the keyboard.
A tiny sigh, hands are drawn back, instead to tug down the long sleeves of the thermal. As if to hide from the world, even in broad daylight. It feels distant. They feel out of reach. Have things changed? Was a memo missed?
Corrosive thoughts tear at the mind, have done so for years. No stopping it, no stopping the abject feel of loneliness and despair ripping at the very veins that pump life. The feel of disassociation, of not being good enough. The bittersweet wistful feel of experiencing touch. Affection. Anything.
Stare at the screen, hands hover over the keyboard.
Keyboard smash, forehead to follow suit. There is nothing to say, nothing to do. Get to your own feet, girl. Stand up, quit burdening the others with your petty seasonal depression disorder. They have better things to do, than listen to you rip yourself apart. How many times have you brought them down, with just a word or phrase? How many times hav
Your FaultSydney made a mistake eight months ago. They both did. And if they hadn’t, the sequence of events that followed wouldn’t have led him to three rows from the front in borrowed dress clothes.
He was taking her to a doctor’s appointment. They had the music turned up and the windows rolled down. She was laughing, both hands clutching her hair to keep it from whipping around her face. She wasn’t looking out of the window or looking at the buildings they were passing. It was him she saw, not the pick up truck that sped through the red light.
“It’s not your fault,” his father kept saying.
“It’s not your fault,” his mother kept saying.
But he remembered December and the things they did. And he remembered Sage yelling at the hospital, “Save my baby! Save my baby!” He couldn’t hear Allison from where the nurses held him down, trying to stop the bleeding, but he was sure she was saying the same thing.
“This is you
She is the best friend.
The one who sticks by your side,
who washes your hair when you're sad,
the one who sings with you in the kitchen.
She is powerful.
Her words work into your bones,
you are drenched in her odor.
She is your personal warning sign.
She calms your heart and
she keeps you company but tries to leave,
only to find herself back home.
She knows your hard work, your dreams.
You work under the shadow of her motivation;
she tells you to write poems about her, and you agree.
She is a buckled down frenzy,
She is a wildfire.
She is intelligent,
and she does not deserve you.
She tries to get away.
She claws away from the grey sheets that you both share,
but you hold her captive with the shackles that she handed to you.
In the mornings,
she melts back into you,
and the both of you go brush your teeth, shower, and write about her some more.
Something's, you only can get rid of,
when you get rid of yourself.
Shingeki no Kyojin- Levi and OC. Part 2
I haven't written in a while, but here is the second part to my story. I don't know if it will be chapters or I'll just post as much as I write on the day. Hope you like any way ^_^
I lead the way to Commander Smith’s office with Alex not far behind. The woman has a skip to her step which echoes through the empty halls.
She catches up to my and leans forward while walking, just enough that I can see the smug grin on her face. It’s going to be a long day.
“So, how have you been Levi?” She asks with the sort of cheer in her voice that turns my stomach.
“It’s Captain or Corporal, don’t call me Levi” I retort.
She laughs, how is that funny. I never did fully understand this girl. She irritates me and yet I enjoy her company all at the same time. It’s confusing.
“Yes Sir.” She walks past me to turn and face me while walking backwards. “The title definitely suits you. You’re looking
One Second LeftOne second. One second left on the clock. I watch as they all line up at the line of scrimmage, half the players in red, the other in white. They line up, and everything goes silent. We, my team and I, are anxious. If they made this field goal, the game is over and we’ll have lost. Damn the refs for giving them this Hail Mary. But instead of cursing, I stand and watch as silence descends upon the field and the audience.
They launch into movement, helmets and pads crashing together. The ball flies back and is set for the kicker. It’s flying, arcing through the air. I follow it and know it’s going to fall short. I jerk forward, stepping into its path of travel. My eyes are trained solely on the ball, my arms snagging it from the air as it falls. I’m running, running out of my teams’ end zone and towards theirs, the muscles in my legs bunching and releasing, carrying me across the ten yard line. Ten down. Twenty down. Thirty. Red uniforms come into my path an
Healing Wounds: An Untold Loki VignetteHealing Wounds
An Untold Loki Vignette
"Then am I not your mother?"
“. . . You’re not."
"So perceptive . . . of everyone but yourself."
Those had been her last words. Her last touch had been as ephemeral and elusive as flowing water. Loki had watched his mother's eyes, brimming with unshed grief, dissolve into nothingness. Conjuring illusions. A talent they shared.
"Frigga is the only reason you are still alive, and you will never see her again."
He blinked, eyelids taught. His skin was uncomfortably tight, as if it were straining to contain him. Dry, sweltering. Loose strands of jet hair fell limply into silver eyes that bore into nothing tangible. All the world had melted around him, yet he was painfully conscious of his vitality. He could feel his lungs expand as he breathed, heard and felt the blood rushing through his heart and veins. Every hair on his body was erect, sensing the atmosphere around him and reacting accordingly. His stomach contracted, moaning for food t
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