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Post by Genna on Mar 20, 2006 10:18:42 GMT -5
Hey let's try to get a story going... you add on whatever you want.
I'll start.
"I shoulda stayed in bed" he thought.
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Post by Pocket on Mar 20, 2006 17:44:25 GMT -5
(Oh damn I suck at these...)
The professor's monotonous voice and low light lecture hall weren't helping. "I'm just gonna close my eyes. I'll still be listening to the lecture... Yeah... Just resting... My eyes..."
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Post by Cindy on Mar 20, 2006 18:40:16 GMT -5
as his consciousness slowly drifted away, his head dropped lower, and lower, until it rested on someting soft.
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Post by shen on Mar 20, 2006 22:30:58 GMT -5
"Hey, get your head off my shoulder", said the girl that sat next to him. His head happened to lower itself on the shoulder of the girl on his left.
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Post by Advent Childhe on Mar 20, 2006 23:40:49 GMT -5
Greetings:
His eyes snapped open and he could not take his eyes away from the forbidden sight. He couldn't help it. It was summer and the latest fashions for the girls were...
The thought had barely crossed his mind before he sat up bolt straight. The girl beside him fumed in anger, her hands instinctivly covering the opening of her sleevless blouse.
"I'm so so sorry," He wispered.
The wrath in her eyes told him that he wasn't going to get off that easily.
For the Riptide Project, Advent Chilhde,
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Post by Dragon Of The Earth on Mar 21, 2006 0:09:57 GMT -5
her eyes narrowed as she spoke "I know you ! You're the friend of that geek who wants to start that 'swap your life with someone for a day' club."
as he remembered her from the cafeteria he and his friend Simon were discussing their club idea at he felt shivers down his spine once more
he had more then once imagined her without any clothes on in class
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Post by Bryan on Mar 21, 2006 1:58:20 GMT -5
just at that moment the image flashed again, more intensified by grazing of her skin aganst his cheek moments ago. suddenly he could feel his cheek burn as blood rushes into every single blood vessle in his face. his back stiffens, and his legs shifts uncomfortably as he tries to cover what was the inevitable result of the human contact. he cleared his throat, "Uh... yeah..." the only words his shaky voice could conjure up. He turns his head trying to avoid eye contact, and shifts slightly in his chair, trying to put some distance between them, fearing even the vibration of the air might give away the emberasing situation.
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Post by Lam on Mar 21, 2006 21:31:39 GMT -5
'you okay?' she giggled......
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Post by Genna on Mar 21, 2006 21:40:22 GMT -5
try as he might to concentrate on the blackboard, he could still feel her eyes glancing at him.
Mercifully, the end of the hour came and the prof announced that he'll see everyone next week.
Sitting at the back of the class, he was able to sneak away quickly before the exodus. There was Simon, waiting to walk with him back to their res.
"Hey Cyrus!" Simon said, clutching his textbooks close to his wiry thin frame. "I ... um... have that thing we talked about."
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Post by shen on Mar 21, 2006 22:51:18 GMT -5
"no way, you already finished it", whispered Cyrus
"yeah i hid him in the res storage area", said Simon
"Is it alive? can it move?", said Cyrus.
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Post by Advent Childhe on Mar 22, 2006 1:20:17 GMT -5
Greetings:
Simon looked around warily before he continoued in shady tones: "Look, don't talk so loud and don't make me out to be some sort of Dr. Frankenstein, OK? So how was class guy?"
Cyrus' face reddend as he remembered what had happened during those last few moments of lecture. Simon caught the flushed expression and pressed his advantage: "Tell me guy... come on... tell me...what happened? Did a girl hit on you guy? Come on..."
"Simon... remeber that girl I was telling you about? well..." Cyrus related his story as the duo approached the door way to the Student Resident Storage Room. "I don't know guy... I really don't know... What if she calls campus police? or worse, what if she has a boyfriend who was a membre of the Italian Mob? I am screwed guy..."
Simon merely laughed at his friend's comment as he inputted the code for the Store Room door. The metal toors slid open with a slight hiss and ambient light filled in to the large space within. Simon and Cyrus walked in and flipped on the overhead lights. For a moment, Cyrus was blinded by the glaring light; purple animal shapes floated around his vision and counfounded his sight. Finally, he rested his eyes on what Simon had made. Cyrus gasped.
Simon grinned widely and said; "Buddy, this is the end to your problems."
For the Riptide Project, ADvent Childhe,
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Post by Bryan on Mar 22, 2006 11:30:27 GMT -5
Standing there stunned, Cyrus' expression changed from shock to anger. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" boomed a voice that shook the residence floor, and even made the students' head turn two floors up. Jumping to cover Cyrus' mouth, Simon spoke in a whisper, "keep it down, this is supposed to be a secrete, remember?" "Oh I remember. It's just that I thought our project was supposed to be a functional humanoid doll, not the FREAKING tin man from Wizard of OZ!!" Cyrus pointed at the sparkling metallic suit of armor in the middle of room. His face was red once again, but Simon could tell it's not the same as before. Backing away from the exuding anger and hate from Cyrus, Simon slowly edged towards the hideous monstrousity, and did his best sellsman pitch to explain the situation.
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Post by Velata on Mar 23, 2006 4:15:05 GMT -5
... May I...?
Simon walked towards his forbidden masterpiece and spoke in a most enticing tone: "Cyrus, don't look down on our prototype. What you are looking at right now is just the skeleton... And look here..."
Simon's hands grabbed a hold of where the long bones would be in a human skeleton on the mechanoid frame. The steel shafts gently slid into one another, until the originally hulking frame was reduced to something that would almost resemble human form about 5 foot tall.
"The whole thing is adjustable... " Simon beamed. "Like what I told you, buddy, this is the answer to all our problems."
"But... But... it still looks like a standing piece of ..." Cyrus blurted out incredulously. "How the hell...?"
It was then Cyrus noticed a large trunk behind the figure that he had no choice now but to call a "mechanical skeleton". The trunk was locked tight with 3 large padlocks. The air-tight trunk was long in shape, and could almost be mistaken as the container for for the dead. Cyrus wondered what the contents of the trunk might be, and - for the first time in a long while - the sanity of his friend Simon.
Temporarily abandoning Cyrus to his doubts and curses, Simon laboured with the three heavy padlocks. Simon was beside himself with joy; he was ecstatic. Cyrus, on the other hand, could do nothing but watch. He thought back to what happened earlier in class, and looked around him in this dark, dismal storage area. What could possibly be wrong with trying to be the best you can be? What could possibly be wrong to... be like someone else? Someone better?
The last padlock fell to the ground, making a dull sound of impact as it landed. Simon waved Cyrus closer. "And here, my friend, is the pièce de résistance. This is the moment you've been waiting for your whole life..."
Cyrus looked into the now open trunk... ...
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Post by Dragon Of The Earth on Mar 23, 2006 22:53:18 GMT -5
(excuse the length of the passage) and lo and behold the trunk was empty
"Wha?... There's nothing in it, Simon !!!" remarked cyrus
"It's not what's in it, you moron ! It's the trunk !" noticing that his friends expression was as vacant as the trunk simon reached up and grabbed some of that girls hair left on cyrus shoulder
"The fact that you felt up that babe's gonna be awesome for us !" simon added
reaching into the trunk simon placed the hair into what cyrus saw to be a small compartment in the trunk
"And let it work it's magic !!!" the trunk closed forcibly
after a brief supper over which they discussed nothing more than video games and japanese animation they returned to the room
the trunk opened shortly after their arrival revealing none other than the girl whose name cyrus finally remembered to be leslie in all her naked glory
simon flashed a grin while cyrus mouth opened wider than ever before "Good... A perfect replica" said simon
and realization dawned on cyrus the tin man wasnt simons project it was merely to guard the damn trunk
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Post by Advent Childhe on Mar 24, 2006 1:52:40 GMT -5
Greetings:
"What the hell? Simon, what have you done? How is this supposed to be the end of my problems?" Cyrus cried aloud as he pointed at Leslie's perfect replica. Simon merely grinned at Cyrus.
"What do you thinK? Come on, guy. Have you forgotten all of our conversations about how lonely you feel?" Simon started to laugh as Cyrus continoued to stare at his friend incrediously.
"Ok, look... just think of the possibilities here Cyrus. Think! If we can make a perfect replica of any person that we want... we have got it made! Just think about it... we publish our data, some military company is going to come and offer us the 'gi-nourmous' bucks just to get this technology off of our hands, and then we are living large!" Simon paused to tap the trunk that encased the seemingly souless girl. " And when we do get the money... well you can hve who ever you want. Such as... her."
Simon ran his hand down Leslie's face and continoued down her body. Cyrus however, stopped him before he went too far. "Simon! She is a person! We... I mean... I know this person ok? We can't just go around making copies of her." Cyrus grabbed a length of dusty canvas and wrapped it around the Lesli's body. "What the hell are we going to do with her? "
"Geez...you worry too much... look we'll just stash her here for --" A shrill ring tone cut Simon's sentence short. His cell phone had started to ring. Simon quickly looked at its glowing screen as Cyrus did his best to keep the Leslie Replica warm with the dusty canvas. " Listen, its Professor Manashiwa... he wants to know what I did with his bio-components... heehehe." I gotta go, You stash her here, and we'll disscuss this tomorrow, OK?" Without waiting for Cyrus to reply, Simon quickly stole out of the dank store room.
Cyrus looked at the door with disgust and angre but soon realized what... or whom he held in his embrace. He never thought he could get so close to some one like her before. The beam of moonlight struck her golden head in such a way that there seemed to be a glow about her. Cyrus could not tear himself away from her... nor could he rid himself of the thought that she would be even more like the real Leslie if her eyes were open....
CLANG!! A noise form the door had wrenched Cyrus out of his reveries. The door to the store room was being accessed and the locks had been opend. He could not be seen with Lesli like this...no matter who the intruder was....
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
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