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Post by TheMohawk on Mar 8, 2015 11:38:23 GMT -12
The Basement of the Library
A novel written by: Andy Frohlich-Robinson
Dedicated to my fourth-period theatre arts class, for coming up with such an amazing idea and an inside joke. And, to Jack Bell, for starting the whole phenomenon that we've grown to love as a community.
Prologue
I'll have my revenge... just you wait...
A man stands out in the darkness of the night. He is wearing a black cloak, and his head is tilted down. Nobody can see his face. He is wearing bright red sneakers, but they can be faintly seen in the night.
It is currently 2AM in Cainseville, NJ, and there's nothing to be seen by a bright light. That void of darkness one would call "Pitch Black" lurks as if it were another shadow, closely following behind an unsuspecting victim. The last bit of light one can see has now faded.
It is of great honor that I am able to take your life. Your wrongdoings have caused me to turn down the path of darkness. And once I slip this blade through your throat? The real threat begins. See you in hell...
A knife.
A streetlight emits a very faint light.
One woman walks down the dark street, avoiding the use of a sidewalk, so she can see cars coming from anywhere. She seems to be unaware of the person following behind her. Short, skinny, and semi-frail, she looks older, about 60. Her face is wrinkled from age and wisdom, all accquired through her life. She seems to be heading toward a tall building, that one could see for miles. But then, she stops short. Blood runs down her white dress. She falls to the ground, limp and unable to move.
It is done...
A patter of footsteps can be heard, very prideful and very vain. The earth comes alive, humming this same noise. And then, all lights turn on.
The woman still lays in the street, blood-soaked and still limp. She blinks, as her eyes flash, and become still, no longer moving.
SALLY JOE! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!
A man rises from his bed.
BREAKFAST IS ON THE TABLE! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IVE DONE FOR YOU SINCE YOU LOST YOUR JOB? GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND SHOW SOME APPRECIATION!
The man yawns, and hears the screeching sound of his mother calling him to the table. He puts on a dark cloak and some sneakers and walks downstairs, head tilted into the ground to where you can't see his face, and his arms, crossed and folded into his cloak.
I hate you, mom. Someday, I will get my revenge...
-This is going to be a continued series. Please make a different thread for compliments. Thank you.-
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Post by TheMohawk on Mar 9, 2015 7:42:09 GMT -12
Chapter 1: Discovery
The man known as Sally Joe clumsily walks down the stairs. He seems to be very tired. He takes the hood of his cloak off, and you can see his face. Scars are marred everywhere on his face into a form of art that looks like the letter 'B' facing downwards. He has these blue eyes that seem to draw you in and ignore the scars, and his eyebrows are constantly cocked. His lips are pinkish in a way, looking like they're from a model magazine: no chaps, no scars, his one defining feature that makes him appealing.
"Sally, what took you so long?"
An older woman with a sheer white dress looks at Sally Joe. Her face is wrinked with wisdom. She is carrying a plate in her hand, filled with pancakes, stacked on top of each other with layers of bacon in the middle. She offers it to Sally.
"For the last time, mom, please call me Joe at least. You know I don't like my name," said Sally Joe. He looks at his mother with mild rage.
"Yes yes, of course, dear. I'm sorry. It wasn't my decision to name you,"
"It was mine. Respect it, kiddo."
A man closes the front door behind him. He enters the house and surveys the area in which he is walking in to. He stands with his arms crossed, proud of what he sees. A prideful man, at that, he continues onward with vain steps to Joe's mother. He kisses her.
"Nice work with the house, dear. I've had a busy morning. Although, I'm only here to pick up some paperwork I left at my desk. You didn't move it, did you?"
The woman falls silent to gether her thoughts.
"Was it with the book?"
The man looks at her. He can't seem to gather anything to say.
"I'll ask again. Was it with the book?"
The man looks again. He begins to speak.
"You didn't read anything in that book, did you? That is confidential information that can only be shared with the people that have been trusted to work with me. What we have on our hands is the cutting edge. I put a library stamp saying 791.98:909 to cloak it as a recreational book. Hopefully, you didn't drop it by-"
The woman interrupts.
"I did. I'm sorry, I didn't know. You know me, I have a hard time with reading as it is. So I assumed it was Sally's book--"
"Joe!"
Sally Joe intrudes in on the seriousness.
"Joe, I'm sorry. Anyway..."
She turns to the man.
"I dropped it by because it was hanging off the desk. I assumed you needed it returned when you did that, so I took the liberty of doing that myself. I had to stop by earlier to get a textbook for Raina's daughter anyway. Her college studies are coming along very well, in case you haven't heard. Made the Dean's List this semester. I'm so jealous.. I wish I had that ability.."
The man stops short.
"Well. Looks like we've got a problem. I can't go into that library, they all know exactly who I am. I only show up during the night to go to the back and get those notes Hans has for this project."
The people look around at the room they are sitting in. Things are clean, neatly tucked away in perfect organization. The carpets are a light shade of blue and the walls are mint colored. The curtains are flapping in the wind, causing a shadow that casts itself on the bookcase to the left wall. The dining room table, located in the same room, is an ivory-color with brown finishes. The man seems to be sitting with that fatherly look on his face. Then, out of nowhere, the sky starts to darken and the dad is shadowed. Everyone sitting down is staring at each other. Tensions rise.
Sally Joe screeches out, breaking the serious silence and the tension.
"Dad! I have an idea, why don't I go up there and get it? It's only about a block walk, and I need to go by the Go-Cart place to go ahead and complain about the cart that I drove in two days ago, and the seatbelt broke. I'll just stop there on my way?"
"Sally Joe, do you know why we named you that?"
Sally looks puzzled.
"Why?"
"Because," the dad smiles, "your Great Grandfather was a great man."
"Yes, yes. You've told me that before. But what did he do?"
The mother and father look at each other. They nod to each other and the dad continues on.
"Ever heard of The Legendary Sailor Joe?"
"The Pirate?"
"That was your Great Grandfather. He was the most renowned pirate before the Civil War."
Everyone stares at each other.
"How come you never told me?"
"It's because, that's been kept secret from our family for a long time. Your great-grandfather was doing the same work I'm currently doing: Trying to find the true secrets of life and what they really hold. That book that was returned was your Great Grandpa's old diary notes. I was looking through them to try and further this research plan to bring things to life. It's called: Project Overload. And your old man is the leader of this project. Now. Can you go to the library and retrieve that book?"
Sally looks at his dad with excitement. The feeling in the air is a feeling of ecstacy: every moment that has ever passed Sally's mind about his name bearing the existence of a dillusional maniac has finally been lifted. He was named after a pirate, not some middle-school momma's boy. This was only just the beginning.
"YES SIR!"
Sally walks outside and starts to walk down the streets. Unfortunately, there is still darkness everywhere. He feels for his knife, and he finds it in his pocket. He flips his hood down and begins to move forward, keeping a lowly pace, lurking in the shadow of this Dawn.
A streetlight flickers. On, off, and then as if a switch were flipped, a fuse blew.
Walking down the street, Sally sees a vision that looks all too familiar.
A knife.
A streetlight flickering off and on.
A dead woman laying in the middle of the street.
A man with the same cloak he has on running towards the library.
Another man with the same cloak is lurking towards the library in front.
Sally rubs his eyes and looks at the wall, and then back forward. The man is still there, lurking in front of him.
"Wow, nice cloak, man. Where'd you get it?", asks Sally to the man in front.
The man flips up his coat revealing scars all the way down his body. They form the letters: A, R, Y, all arranged as if someone had just written it onto a line of his back. He then begins the run forward, and Sally Joe chases after him. But then, out of nowhere, a patter of footsteps.
"Why do you call, young one?"
A voice.
But who?
Sally looks around. Nobody for miles.
"Hello?"
The voice booms.
"Head to the library and retrieve that book for your father. This is your conscience. My name is Brenan, the name your mother was going to name you, before your father bestowed your heavenly name. Truly magnificent it is, indeed. A girl's name for a boy. The creativity is unevitably creative."
Sally walks onwards, library in side. But then, that man with the cloak creeps up from behind. Sally pulls his knife, but he is already too late.
A clash of footsteps, sounding like an army running at him, swarms him from the front. He turns behind.
A bag.
Darkness.
"Nice of you to finally join us, you fucking freak. Welcome to The Basement of the Library, the only place you'll ever see that's this crazy. What can we get for you, Coke? Pepsi? Or are you an alchohlic?"
Sally Joe looks around.
Where in the hell am I? What is this place?
"Dammit, the dude aint responding. Dyllan, can you go get some coke in the other room? I'm hellathirsty. Oh, and uh, we also need to go get that book. What was the number... 791.98:909. Should be on the top of the restricted shelf."
Dylan is wearing a cloak. He is tall, but friendly in nature. You can tell by his bounciness in his voice that he isn't a cruel person at all.
"On it, man. Be right back."
"Good."
A punch to Sally Joe's face. And then.. Darkness.
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Post by TheMohawk on Mar 11, 2015 15:24:46 GMT -12
Chapter 2: Tribunal
A white light shines bright, and the ringing sound that goes through one's ears when they hear a loud noise rings through the air. Sally Joe, bruised and shirt soaked with blood, rises up to find himself out in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Hey man, are you alright?" A voice.
It's a short, nerdy looking man. He is wearing these bright green headphones, and his gazing stare seems to draw you in when you first meet him. But at the same time, everything about him looked together, yet at the same time, apart in a way. He seems to be the guy that can handle huge crowds, but stays alone when he can. Wearing just normal clothing (jeans and a hoodie), he's just your other average Joe.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" The man looked at Sally peculiarly.
Sally looks at him. He stays silent as he tries to get himself up. Then he replies, short and sweet:
"Two. My vision is just fine. But my chest, well, it feels heavy."
The newcomer looks at Sally with an innocent smile. He seems to be devoid of any doubt that Sally, even if he is covered in blood, is perfectly well and okay. He continues on:
"I don't think I've introduced myself to you yet, kind sir. I apologize for knocking you down off of my moped. I kind of kicked it into fast gear, and well uh, this is a downhill place, after all. I ended up crashing right into you when you turned around. If you want me to, I'll pay your medical expenses, since I did cause this, after all. If they ask, my name is Brenan." He pushes his glasses up onto his face. "What are you doing on the street, anyway? And what's with the cloak getup?"
Sally looks at him with peculiarity. Who is this man?
"It's just a look. Anyway, no expenses need to be made. I'm just heading up to the library to find a book that my dad's interested in, and he can't come right now, too busy with work."
Brenan stares at Sally, intentively and then, an idea. "I know, how about you jump on my moped and we'll go together? I'm looking for a book myself, too! Now.. where did I park when I crashed into you and it went off..." His voice trails off as he stares across the street. A car is pushing a damaged moped up the street, and a wheel is bouncing downwards, going towards the library. "My moped..."
Sally goes to apologize, but is then interrupted. "No matter, insurance isn't always a liability, after all." Brenan pushes his glasses up again, as if he's constantly trying to be picture perfect. "Anyhow, it's only a short way. We'll walk. Do you know my friend Bethany that works at the library?"
Silence.
"Ahah.. not much of a talker, are you? What's your name, anyway? How come you're walking instead of riding something? What's your dad into? Do you listen to music? Do you have a girl back home?"
Sally turns and stops. "Here are the answers: Sally Joe, I don't have any transportation, my dad is a history nerd, new music is tasteless, and I'm single. Anything else?"
"Why Sally Joe? Are your parents insane?"
The man named Sally Joe looks as if he's about to explode, then settles down.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Good idea."
"How far is the library from here?"
"About 3 minutes."
"Good. I have to look for a book."
"Alright. Well, let's hang out sometime?"
Sally stops again. He looks at Brenan, then inhales deeply. His heart has been cast out of the shell you'd call a chest cavity and speaks:
"Dude. I'm like, 30 now. I live at home with my parents to help take care of the house and things, and I've been trying to look for a job. As soon as I actually have money to go out and blow some franklins, I'll be happy to find you and have a night on the town. But for now? I just wanna find this freakin book, man. It's super important, I just want to impress my dad for a change. It seems like, he's never happy with whatever I do. It's always just 'You could have done this better' or 'This is not the correct order of events that this certain thing took place. It needs to be like 'this'. I'm starting to get tired of it. Yeah, I get it. I'm a bum. But if he can't see the fact that I'm trying my hardest and that just doesn't seem to be enough for him. I'm really running out of options, here. Now, can we PLEASE just get that book so I can go home?"
Brenan is taken back by the overwhelming tension that was just released with the last statement.
"Yeah. Let's go get that book."
They walk to the library grounds. The two men find themselves aghast, and try to remain aloof at the site they have beholded: A tall, mountainous library that's chocked full of books upon books. Outside it, several cars. Most of them: Police. Brenan shakes his head and rushes down the hill to enter, and Sally Joe yells "Wait!" and rushes in with him.
Sally enters into the colossal titan of a world: the main enterance has a roof 30 feet high, and when you walk in, there is a small, circular greeting desk. It has a little gold tag on the front that says: "Help Desk". There are also posters that look like events hanging off of it. Sally gazes to the left to find a small break area with vending machines, wooden benches, and little desks to put your food on. Sally then gazes to the right to see the endless row of books upon books upon books, upon books. He looks past, to find a painting that goes from head to toe. It is a picture of a man with short, blond hair, wearing a nice blazer, holding a coffee cup while teaching his students to perform an oral assesment of some sort. At the bottom, reads a caption:
"To the founder of this library and the person who helped achieve Raider County's heights: Dustin Caudill."
Sally Joe smiles deeply. He remembers the days with Mr. Caudill: The days he used to sit in his theatre arts class and wonder about the meaning of life, why people make the decisions they make, and what the joke was behind the secret toilet. That is all interrupted with Brenan approaching him with the sound of someone speaking: a woman's voice.
"The Tribunal meeting with the rest of the County Council is tomorrow at 3. It will decide the future of the library. Please, do not miss it, Brenan. We need you there."
Sally walks patiently over to the aisle to find Brenan standing next to a slightly short, passionate, black-haired female with a half smile on her face. Her eyes are a certain shade of darkness: looking into it is like looking into a dream. She stands, book crossed between both of her arms, chest erect, as if asking an official to please do their duty.
"And, you must be Brenan's new friend. Hi, my name is Bethany, and I work here for the library. If you need anything, please don't hestitate to ask me, okay?"
Sally Joe and Bethany exchange glances. A sharp yell for Bethany can be heard across the room.
"BETHANY! WE NEED HELP!"
"Uh, one second guys."
Brenan and Sally Joe look at each other and shrug, and follow Bethany to the vending machines, where they find who looks like a younger woman with dark brunette hair. But, it seems to be that of a reverse gradient. Her hair is brunette at the top and flows down to blond tips at the end. She turns around and giggles as she tries to speak the problem:
"I can't get this dangnabbit Coke machine to give me Diet Coke. It doesn't say anything, and I've hit the button a few times. Think you could help me?"
Sally Joe looks at the vending machine.
"Did you put any money into it?"
"Oh."
The young woman facepalms herself and inserts a dollar.
"It's working now. I don't know why I didn't do that.. it must be a really off day."
Bethany stares at the young woman.
"Bri, can you please use more common sense before yelling LOUDLY for me? I mean, this is a library after all."
"Oh, right! So sorry!"
Bri turns to the guys standing next to her, looking befuddled.
"I'm sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Bri, and I'm an intern under Bethany. She's teaching me ALLLL about how to manage one of these library things. I find it kind of romantic, you know? Sitting around stacks of books, reading anything from Edgar Allen Poe to Emerson's drafts... I'm boring you, aren't I?"
Brenan suddenly wakes up from his half drifted sleep he was in when Bri started to talk.
"Uhh.. what? Sorry, I kind of drifted off there. Long night, didn't get any sleep. Anyway. Sally, the book?"
"Yep. Let's go find it."
"Actually I gotta go home. I came by to talk to Bethany. Please feel free to stop by, I'm usually in the Library anyway, in the computer section over there. Third spot from the left. Cya!"
Brenan exits the library.
Sally Joe goes on to look for his book. He looks up and down the shelves until he thinks he's come across the one that looked like his dad's. He pulls the book but it doesn't come out. Then he hears a click. The painting of Mr. Caudill and his students starts to move to the left on the wall, revealing a huge stone door that looks very heavy to move. Sally Joe goes to move the door, but struggles to even get a firm grasp of it. He begins to move and then a hand reaches out. A scarred hand, much like the one from before... but it was just a stray prop that was left behind the painting. Sally Joe laughs as he moves the stone door outwards. What is revealed is a large stone staircase that has torch holders with no torches going for a ways down. It is dusty and looks like it hasn't been used in years. Sally darts his eyes, right and left, and lights his flashlight from his back pocket. He sees a switch on the wall and flicks it. The door shuts behind him, and you hear a click-click, like something else over the rock clicked into place. The adventure continues down the steps. Sally continually steps onwards and hears a thought: The Tribunal is in three days and it decides the future of the library. But what could they possibly want with the library?
His pondering was answered. A blue light glows in the center of the room. Sally Joe goes out to touch the light and then halts as he hears a subtle yet commanding and familiar voice.
Touching the blue light isn't exactly the smartest idea. What could you even want with it, anyway? You don't know what it does. What if it cut your hand off? That wouldn't be so smart.
Sally takes a few steps back. He looks around and then realizes something. That light is just a blue orb. And then, to himself, smiling and joyful:
Welcome to The Basement Of The Library.
To Be Continued
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Post by TheMohawk on May 19, 2015 11:16:16 GMT -12
Chapter 3: The Mission
An orb floats in the middle of the room. Sally Joe looks around at the basement walls. This place, it seems familiar, he ponders.
A sudden flash of light and outsteps a mysterious figure. His hair is curvy, yet it has that decency to say "You must not know it". His face is blank, his expression constantly the same as he stares deep into the soul of Sally Joe.
"You have to be kidding me. This has to be some sort of joke", the mysterious stranger blurts. "I knew it was a bad idea to leave a kitten to do a man's job, but ah, I'll make up for it later, I guess."
Sally Joe looks stunned. "Who the heck are you?"
The figure says: "I'm Josh. Nice to meet you, watcher of the Library. Sorry for the late introduction, was feeding my kitten before it decided to get stuck in the waffle iron. That didn't really work out that well, and uh, it was quite the hard labor trying to get him removed. Darn guy wouldn't come off! Anyway, if it's my advice, no matter how much you love fluffy kittens, never, ever, ever, get more than 101 of them. Trust me, you'll not be up for the work. So. Where am I?"
Josh looks around the room, confused and distraught.
"This portal thing just isn't working out. It was supposed to take me directly to the door of Room 131. First it takes me to the bathroom, and now I'm in this random place."
Sally Joe doesn't know what to say. "I guess this is the Basement of the Library. Welcome. Wish we had snacks or something to offer you, but I'm new here myself. I'm just looking around this place."
Josh stares back. "Thanks for your hospitality, but I brought my own." He pulls out his string bag and takes some chocolate out of the bag. "I know, I'm totally going to get fat, but who cares? You want some?"
"Sure."
So, they sit there and eat chocolate, and tell stories of the old times and random things that have happened to them in life, when they realize that they were in the same class together. They both become quite silent and Josh decides to close the portal and leave. Before he does, a friendly face pops through the portal.
"Hey Josh, you need to get back, I need to talk to Sally for a sec."
"Alright."
Josh vanishes and outsteps Brennen.
"Hello again. I believe I need to be straightforward with you."
The two begin to bounce back and forth.
"Sure. What's going on?"
"We have a little bit of an issue. This portal I'm using is one of Caudill's inventions, it's called the Portal to your Imagination."
Sally Joe looks confused. "A what?"
"Yes. You heard me, wipe that look off of your face for a second, I need to be serious."
"Okay..?"
"Anyway, it's stuck here now. This thing will spawn whatever imaginative idea to the person who controls it."
"So, who controls it now?"
"Mr. Caudill does, but he lost control of it somehow a couple of days ago."
"How?"
"Nobody knows. But I believe it's a hacker of some sort. You have to remember that this is very computerized."
"Oh."
Sally Joe is sitting there, not sure how to take all of this in.
"Um, one sec. So what you're saying is, you need MY help? Why am I so special?"
"Duh, you're the main character of this book?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. We need your help because your dad is researching this very portal for Mr. Caudill. Average Joe is the brightest guy we know, and it's because of him that this whole thing is created."
"Wait, I thought.."
"I'll explain it to you later. Anyway, this is the last time I can travel through this. See you sometime around town! Oh, and please don't let anything spawn out of this portal that we don't want! I don't need another Vancouver, Canada in this town. Place is crazy. Bye!"
Brennen vanishes into a white light and the orb that is now identified as a portal is glowing blue. It faints a bit and then receeds to exist.
The room's lights flicker on and off, and then a shadow emerges from the hallway at the end of the room. A man with a leather jacket on walks up to Sally Joe. The two stare at each othet intently, not sure what the other is thinking. A small chuckle as the man with the jacket walks behind and pauses. He half turns around and says: "You have three days, kid. Good luck." He vanishes into the darkness.
Sally Joe is blown away. Who is that guy? What is he planning? Three days? What the heck? This is crazy.. Those are only a few of the thoughts. His head starts racing, his chest can't keep up. He has to get out of here, now. This place, this situation, it's starting to eat at him like a oversized man at a fast-food restaraunt, and he's a burger.
The hero is about out of the dungeon when he realizes, the book is not with him. He needs to go find that book! He goes to turn around and Bethany and Bri stop him. "You forgot this." They hold out the book and it's slightly soaked and old looking.
"Thanks!" Sally looks behind him as he yells while running towards his home. He arrives at his destination not too much longer, and he puts his hand on the doorknob. The door falls open.
The Joes are home, sitting in their living room, absolutely silent. Nobody is speaking a word, nobody cares to. Sally's mom looks up at his face with disdain as she begins to speak.
"You know too much now, son." Her face looks worried. "Be careful, people may come after you. There's something your grandpa had a long time ago and we want you to have it."
Sally's dad has his arms crossed, sitting on a chair across the room. The light is dim in the house like usual and the curtains ripple in the breeze outside. He looks on with patience and carefully scans the room. He has to be looking out at me. I worry these guys too much, thought Sally.
A box is set in front of him. He looks at it with much alarm. It seems so different, yet so familiar. The suspense is surely getting to him. He takes one hand and reaches out towards the box and realizes it's covered in dust. The dull white and red container begins to mock him, and Sally pays no attention. He rips the cover off the box and tosses it behind him as he lifts what he's always dreamed of having out of the box.. his grandpa's old pen. This is unreal. It exists? He carefully picks it up and goes to click it when Sally's dad jumps up.
"Wait!", he yells. The Dad bolts over to Sally and helps him steady the point facing upwards. "There's a reason for this. Not only is it a pen, but something greater. If you wish to see it, hold the middle of the pen and click."
Sally then notices what's in the middle of this pen. A peculiar logo from the 17th century, a manticore holding quite the large broadsword with ease. He holds the middle of the pen, takes a couple of deep breaths, and clicks. The pen expands and turns into a broadsword that Sally can use with one hand. His excitement cannot be contained as his smile radiates like the inner part of the sun.
"I can't believe this is actually real! So, what am I supposed to do with this, anyway?"
Sally looks at his mom as she is speaking.
"Use it for your own protection. These people are very dangerous and I want you to have some way of fending for yourself. You're almost 30, and you've never shot a gun before, so I thought, maybe you'd enjoy this."
Sally's dad smiles. He looks at his son with much pride.
"Alright. Here's your mission, son. There's a person out there who knows so much about the book and what it does. His name is Jack, you need to find him and talk to him about it. He can help you with the rest of the situation. Time is running short, I need to get back to work. Please leave."
Sally begins to head out the door, and he stops. Where can I find this Jack?
-To be Continued-
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Post by TheMohawk on May 26, 2015 8:53:09 GMT -12
Chapter _: Back on the Track.
Sally Joe leaves his house, pen in his pocket, and ready to take on the world. For once in a very long time, he pulls down his hood and looks out at the sky. His hair is short and lightish brown, and his scowl has turned into a confident face. He looks out at a shadow and then puts his hood back on. The shadow unexpectedly mutters a riddle:
"To find the person you are looking for, he'll be looking for a snack. In this scenario, he won't be at the track. I tried to call him, but his phone will just ring . Look for him at your local Burger King."
The shadow vanished.
Sally Joe managed to get a slight glimpse of the shadow. He was slightly tall, with curvy hair and a strong dominant voice. His presence was stealthily, and his movements sloppy, yet precise. Hm. Who was that guy? Oh well, I guess I'll take his advice. Off to the Burger King! He began to move. His journey was just about to begin.
Halfway out of the parking lot, a wheel comes flying right at Sally Joe. He dodges it and it hits the wall behind him. Hm, seems like someone wrecked. He looked up at the wheel and realized.. it was the same wheel that had fallen off of the moped from earlier. Speaking of which, where could our hero find such a wheel? Hadn't it been a few hours already?
He picked up the wheel and carried it with him as he was walking towards the Burger King. He was stopped by a large limozine.
A woman shouts. "Please, Sebastian! Stop the car for a second, I need to talk to this man!"
The limozine stops as it halts near Sally Joe.
The window rolls down. As it does, a young middle-eastern woman is wearing sunglasses. Her hair is jet black, her eyes are staring directly at Sally. And then, a cute, innocent voice. "Excuse me sir, you live around here, right?"
Sally Joe is suprised. "Uh, yeah I do."
The strange woman continues on. "You see, I used to live around here but I forgot the area. I need to find something quick and easy to eat, I'm starting to get hungry. What's around here?"
Sally Joe elaborates. "I'm on my way to a Burger King. Do you want to follow?"
The woman's face lightens. "No, no. I love Burger King, there's one around here? Hop in, tell Sebastian where to go."
The door to the limo opens. Sally Joe hops in and sits down in a seat up against the side of the limozine. He looks around. The inside of the car is decked in animal prints, and the seats are a pure white. He looks off to his left to see the woman, who is quite short in size. She looks comfortable, carrying an expensive purse of some sort and she's wearing an animal print outfit of some sort. Is it some new fashion?
"I'm sorry for being rude. My name is Tiana Nwaisser, I assume you've heard about me in TIME?"
Sally Joe's face drops. "The fashion designer? The one who makes clothes for top-rated models? Yeah, I know something about that. God, you're so young."
"Hey, I'm only 18. Stop it." She looks quite mad. "Or else I'll have to get my bodyguard here to rough you up a bit."
"What bodyguard?"
"Me."
Sally Joe looks off to his right. A huge, bulky figure of a man is sitting on a seat directly across from him. He's muscular in size, and is looking down at a magazine, reading with glasses. "Try anything and I'll throw you into next year, like I do a football every game."
Sally Joe shuts up. That bulky guy looks intimidating.
"Name's Logan. Enough said. Actually, nevermind. Where's the Burger King at again?"
Sally Joe turns to Sebastian, the driver. He looks like your average driver: a cap and you can only see the back of his head. "Just make the next three rights and you'll see the sign."
A few minutes later, the car stops outside the Burger King. The door opens and the four walk inside. On their way in, a guy wearing a hangover and a pair of glasses gets smacked in the face by Logan, who was carelessly passing him by. The food the guy was carrying splattered on the floor, and he became angry.
"Hey, watch it meatbag! You almost ruined my dinner!" He picks it up quickly.
Sally Joe stares at the strange guy. "What is your name, kid?"
"Josh. Josh Novak. Why?"
"Didn't I see you somewhere before?"
Josh pauses for a moment, and proceeds to snap his finger.
"I know.. You're a friend of Brennen, right?"
"I know him."
"Alright. Well, come with me, we'll talk."
-To Be Continued-
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