Pinnacle -Lock please-

[DRdoctorlady]

*smiles evily*
Oh yes, I realize that I've been dangling that in front of you for many times :)
Anyway, since today is not a school day, I shall add to this! But not now. I have to give something to mah mother. But after that, YES! :D

[DRdoctorlady]

Mrrrfegulah (I actually say that a lot... TRY SAYING IT OUT LOUD. Mrrr-feg-you-lah)
I shall now dedicate to writing at least a few paragraphs.
WISH MEH LUCK, even though this will already be done by the time you read it
And lets hope I don't have PPP.
*begins singing songs Ima listenin to in the background*
Oh, and I just realized that Rosethorn is the only one with two nicknames, those being Rose and Thorns.
OH! And looking at the bottom (I'm actually writing right now.. Just noticed something. Same with the above sentence) we have reached our 111th post! WOOT
Chapter 1k
-------->Continuation
It makes me sad sometimes, realizing that Flyby will never know what its like to live the life humanity had built. Sure, it sucked at times, but it wasn't without comfort. Computers, modern music, heck, even fast food and working toilets, are all things Flyby's never going to have. She was going to grow up in a lonely world.
I guided her inside and saw that the three 'elders' (Ice, Grasswhistle, and Thorns are the oldest, and are all similar in personality, such as the fact that they all seem to hate most people) were all sitting around the dinner table, talking. I could see Dagger leaning on the wall across the building, looking sullenly at the speaking teenagers.
"Oi, Jarrah. Get over here," Grasswhistle said, motioning for me to come over. I went across the room and handed Flyby off to Dagger, who took her without a word, then stumbled back to the table.
"So, what's the plan?" I asked, yawning.
"We are going back to the area you and Coon saw the men. We plan on staking out there for a few days, looking for them," Rosethorn said, flicking dust off of her immaculate knap-sack.
"If we see any of them, we are to see if its possible to follow them back to where they live. We can't risk another injury, so don't screw this up," Ice said, looking around at all of us. I nodded absently.
"We also need to stock up on as much food and supplies you can get," I heard a familiar, but unwelcome, voice say. Looking behind me, I see Laurels yawning and shoving blankets off. She trotted up to us. Ice was scowling.
"Is the entire group up now?" He hissed. Laurels didn't say anything, just came to stand next to Grasswhistle, who had papers in her hands. Laurels looked them over. Sure, she's 8, but she's intelligent. And normal. I can't say that about basically everybody in the group.
After a while, she took a pencil and scrawled some notes on the bottom.
"Be sure to get these items. And if you can, take notes on our opponents," She pointed at another section of the paper. "Gather as much intell as you can without endangering each other. Coon got off pretty easily from the attack. He just needs time to heal. But if you get shot in the gut, there's nothing I can do for you." She stopped and glanced around at everyone. "Just don't do anything dumb and you should be good."
There was a general murmur of asent and Grasswhistle took charge again.
"We'll need a few days there, so don't panic if we're not back in a week," Grasswhistle said, flicking through the papers quickly.
"Four days," Ice interjected. "We still need you girls back home or someone's gonna end up dead. Five boys without Rosethorn or Grasswhistle to keep the peace are all screwed boys," he said. Yup. Ice does not like people.
Rosethorn glared at him.
"Five," She said.
"Nope," Ice said adamantly, beginning to clean under his nails with his knife.
"Fine then," Grasswhistle seethed. "Four it is. That leaves around two days of straight observation. Are you happy?"
"Sure," Ice said, shaking his knife off next to him.
"Then we leave now," Grasswhistle got up and slung her backpack over her shoulder, stalking out the door. Rosethorn and me followed. Once outside, I felt the cool air streak over my face. It would be fall soon. I suppose August won't last forever.
We trotted to the fireplace. The wood was smoldering under a layer of ash, and a kettle full of clean water hung over it. Looking back at the exit I see Laurels. She's watching with wide eyes. I wave back at her and she nods.
"Have a good trip!" She calls, before vanishing inside.
Looking at my new home, I realize that it still looks sad and abandoned, even with ten people living inside. I suppose thats because all the color is on the inside. There are abandoned Christmas lights strung up everywhere (which don't light up because there's no electricity), colorful pillows and blankets covering most surfaces, mattresses placed underneath the optimal place to jump off the hay loft, a climbing rope strung up on the rafters on one of the sides, drawings on the walls, makeshift bookshelves stuffed with books and sketchbooks. Little toys, a small hill of stuffed animals for Flyby, knives adorning the walls for the violent folk I live with, all kinds of cool things. Before the apocalypse, it would've been the awesomest clubhouse ever. Now, it's still pretty awesome, but we have to live there, 24-7, inadequate in terms of adressing our basic needs like no toilet or working fridge.
With the night time shadows strung up around the derelict looking building, I wouldn't have been able to tell people lived there if I hadn't just been inside myself. Everything outside was rusted and old, and the only signs of recent activity were the fireplace, covered in fresh soot, and Flyby's plastic digging doll.
Turning around, I noticed that Grasswhistle and Rose were already in the woods, hiking onwards. Sighing, I trudge after them into the shadowy forest.

[AngelInWaiting]

"knives adorning the walls for the violent folk I live with" Lol xD

[DRdoctorlady]

Oh yes. Dagger would be sad if you removed his wall mounted knife set.

[DRdoctorlady]

I'ma going to add an escapade since as of late I've been a lazy bum
BUT
not for Coon.
I'm going to do some for different characters from the book, excluding Jarrah. This one, by looking at popular characters, is going to be on Dagger ^^ These leetle stories all sorta happen before the events of Chapter 1, but after everyone's already together. Sorta like the undocumented two months between meeting the RC cult and Ice's arrival.
Oh, and some stories are 1rst person, others 3rd :D
This is gonna be a leetle smaller than the last one though

Dagger Escapade, #2
"I wonder how many times Jarrah would kill me if I drowned you," I said, flicking my knife in Coon's direction. We were both supposed to be fishing in the pond-lake-thing, but Coon kept on getting distracted. First, he fell out of a tree. Again. Next, he almost stabbed me in the leg because he was flailing around with a knife in hand when he tripped on his way to his abandoned fishing pole and spear he claimed he could kill fish with. And just now, he fell in the water and scared off any sane fish in the area. If we didn't bring back fish, everyone would be eating leftover deer jerky until the next raid went out, something that made me feel like puking.
Coon scowled at me.
"You'd never get the chance. 'Sides, I didn't mean it. Falling in that is. I was just... exploring," He said earnestly.
"Tell that to Rosethorn when you come back with muddy pond water all over your clothes," I scoffed. It was Thorn's turn for laundry this week, and everyone knew she wasn't in a good mood since Coon had stolen her journal and attempted to read it out loud at the evening gathering around the fireplace.
Coon ignored me and clambered back on shore. He grabbed his rod and sat in his wet clothes. At least it was warm out I suppose.
For a few moments, it was peace. But then Coon started fidgeting. He kept on moving back and forth and shuffling his hands. The look on his face looked like he was trying to figure out why the ground wasn't making a plush seat for his butt. But then he stopped. Then started up again. Then stopped. Then again. This time he was making an even worse face.
"You okay?" I asked, mildly concerned that he may be having an epileptic seizure or something.
"Fine, why?" He grimaced.
"You look like your about to [censored] yourself."
"MY VIRGIN EARS!" He screamed immediatley.
"Oh really? You curse worse than anyone else in the group!"
"So?"
I flicked out my knife and Coon yawned.
"That's so old. Threatening me with your knife? Not like you'd actually do anything," He taunted. I flipped him off.
"MY VIRGIN EYES!" He wailed. I snorted in disgust and started to settle back down to fish. Even though there was probably nothing there anymore.
"Hey Dagger," Coon suddenly asked from next to me.
"What?"
"What would you do-" Suddenly he was behind me and I started to turn around,"-if I did THIS?" He slipped something down my back and I yelped, scrabbling at my back to see what it was while Coon laughed. I finally closed my hand around what it was. It was hard feeling.
I took it out and looked at it. Then shrieked and flinched involuntarily, dropping it. It had been a huge beetle, probably as long as my middle finger. Bright red too.
"WHAT THE HELL?" I shouted, infuriated.
"MY EARS!" Coon yelled just as loudly. Growling I tackled him and we both dropped over the raised ground into the water. I held him for a nanosecond as we sunk down about six feet to the bottom. I panicked for a moment when I felt something wet and slimy against my ankle and kicked away from Coon, propelling myself upwards. I burst out of the water and sucked in some air. Coon popped up too. I swam downstream a little to the part of shore that gently sloped into the water, alarmed when I felt something thrashing next to my leg. I got to my feet as soon as possible and started sloshing my way to shore.
The moment my calf left the water I felt the same cold, wet, slimy thing start thrashing again. This time I realized it was in my pant leg. ACK!
I threw myself on shore and squirmed, trying to shove whatever was up my pants (don't you DARE laugh) out. Coon came out and saw me trying to get rid of the thing in my pants and started laughing.
Finally, out flopped a fish. Immediatley Coon got his fish-spear and stabbed it.
"I GOT A FISH!" He shouted. Then he looked all serious and glanced at me. "You should really start shaping up. Shameful, that I would already have a fish, and you have nothing but wet clothes to show for your efforts," He said snootily. I got up and was about to tackle him again before he ran into the woods, proclaiming his 'victory'.
I got up and went to beat the crap out of him with my fishing rod.

[Ser'reth]

Haha, silly Coon, you should know better than to mess with Dagger.^^

[DRdoctorlady]

Ah yes :DDDDDDDDD
I'm going to spend some time writing tomorrow. It will most likely be posted. If not... Mr. Pointy the Pitchfork will most likely end up spearing my jugular

[Ser'reth]

Tehe I just got him sharpened, too. >=]

[DRdoctorlady]

ACK!
*runs off to writer land to write some more*
I WEEL BE BACK!

[AngelInWaiting]

'I threw myself on shore and squirmed, trying to shove whatever was up my pants (don't you DARE laugh) out'

I laughed. xD