Pinnacle -Lock please-

[11zoey11]

I knew it!!!

[AngelInWaiting]

Oh, haha, I thought Rose was doing something that was really important and would unfold into a major part of the plot. Silly me.

xD

Wow, I hadn't even guessed that about Break, very complex : O

[Ser'reth]

DR, where are you? ;n; I miss my daily dose of Pinnacle

[DRdoctorlady]

Drowning in pre test madness.
For Algebra of course, the vice/bane of my life.
Grrf.
I just now finished my homework.
Remind me, what is the purpose of dividing polynomials by binomials only to get MORE polynomials?
HMM?

Ah, well, I have something to say that has been niggling at me for the past 33 minutes and five hours. This comes from the same place that niggled at me to come up with the jacked up characters known as Jarrah and every other living thing occuring in Pinnacle. Basically the place that urged me to write such a demented book thing
(and since I've built up some interest, I might as well spew whatever my mind is telling me)
Pinnacle was originally meant as an attempt to see if I could even conceivably attempt to do a story including humans. It was spawned from the time that History Channel and Natgeo and some other etcetera decided it was time to make hour long show things on what would happen if humans disappeared/died of an apocalypse. So, it spawned a retarded young girl who would have most certainly died in a real apocalypse and some fairly unrealistic characters of varying levels of genaricness in a thoroughly beaten to death story theme (apocalypticness :P) whilst I, the poor writer, scurries around patching up holes in the story line and attempting to throw something semi-creative/good together for the enjoyment of the general public.

And since my mother is now telling me I must go to sleep I must stop typing and leave. >:|

[DRdoctorlady]

And now I type more though I do not want to because this part is one of those "Grrf I don't want to type but I have to to get to the awesome part" parts. I said part three times in the last sentence.
But since my schedule has decided to be jacked up again, I will writeth more for you peoples.

Chapter 2b
-------->Continuation
I watched for a while as Rose finished digging the hole and tossing a bucket of ashes into the pit. I noticed Badger scurrying around and picking up all the toys Flyby leaves outside and the chairs, essentially leaving the outside of our house looking like it did the day I found it. I felt unexpectedly dissapointed. Its amazing how easy it is to make it seem like we never existed here, and depressing.
Rose is still working and I know from experience never to interupt her unless you want a dessert fork in your brain and a pitchfork in your abdomen, so I sit down and listen to Break mumble his nonsense. He's lost his sanity. Again. I sit Indian-style and smooth his hair down.
"000, 031, 025... 187, 041, 013!" He starts getting agitated and I withdraw. "BG? Peckerwoods?" He spat. "CK. CK. Always and forever." He slumped downwards, exhausted. Wow. Normally he'll keep this up for at least an hour at most. The most common things I've heard from him were BG and 000.
I hear a sharp huff and look up. Rosethorn is leaning on her shovel, looking down at me.
"We're going. Now," She hissed. "We're all done with our duties. Come on."
* * *
Thirty minutes later and everyone is in the woods, making a big enough racket to attract any dog, bear, or adult in the area. I clench my fingers around the pepper spray Rose had found on our last trip. It was bear strength so I suppose we were safe enough if Coon didn't wander off, Break fall behind, or Flyby make so much noise.
Speaking of Flyby, after a long time holding a child, one of three things happens. A), the child falls asleep, B) the child sits contentedly in your arms or C)Walking with the toddler's butt constantly chafing against your skin irritates you and the youngling and you become extrmely grouchy as the baby begs to be put down but can't because you still have to walk.
If you can't guess which one of the three I'm dealing with you deserve to have your head stuffed inside a beehive.
"Put down," Flyby repeats for the millionth time, pouting. I sighed.
"No Flyby, we have to walk... Somewhere. And I can't put you down yet."
"Put down!" She said firmly, as if incessant repeating makes things happen.
"Flyby-"
"Here, I'll take her," Dagger says. I whip my head to the right to look at him. He shrugs.
"She might like being carried by me better. I happen to have a bag full of clothing on my back that she could sit in," He says, gesturing at his pack. I sigh.
"Dagger."
"Yeeesss?"
"There are some flaws in your plan. In your bag full of clothing, you also have a stash of hunting knives and hide scrapers at the bottom. Should we still decide the put Flyby in, we obviously can't zip the bag over her head as she'll suffocate. Should we happen to put Flyby in with the bag unzipped slightly at the top, she could lean forward and slip out, therefore mashing her soft impressionable skull into the ground."
Dagger snorted in disgust.
"Take out the sharp pointy things, strap her to the back of the backpack with the handy buckles in there, open bag slightly for her head, then continue walking," He said gallantly.
"Where are we going to put our sharp pointy things? And what should happen if an eagle swooped downwards and plucked her out of the bag?"
"Where the hell are we going to find an Eagle in North Carolina?"
"Answer the question!" I said, irritated.
"Put the sharp pointy things in the bag full of food which is already dead."
"I still don't think we should do it."
"You're just pissed cause I came up with a good plan," Dagger said, smiling wolfishly.
"Fine then. But when a giant Golden Eagle escaped from the zoo flies off with Flyby, I'm blaming you."
"Sure," He says smoothly, flipping his pack into his hands and rummaging around the bottom. To soothe my ego I imagined him accidently cutting off all his fingers while blindly digging through the bag. After a moment he draws out three plastic baggies (Really?) full of our melee weapons and trotted over to Rosethorn. Without her noticing, he drops the ziplocked knives into the top of the sack before trotting back to me, taking Flyby with a flourish. She giggled in joy (Curse her traitorous little heart) as he flipped her around and put her in his pack. After fidgeting with some straps (which were oddly inside the backpack... Maybe to keep back any unruly Algebra books from massacring the public?), she was tightly bound to the inside of the bookbag, still giggling, pinwheeling her legs in the assorted clothing. Dagger zipped it up about halfway but pulled back the lip so Flyby could still look around.
He stuck his tongue at me and strode away haughtily.
I decided I would have to visit the food pack and get some pointy things again.
* * *
We actually managed to reach town by the time it was dark, but instead of entering in where we usually did (by the tattoo parlor), we took ended up somewhere to the west of it. According to Rose, we were "West Northwest, near the beginning of Western Boulevard". She had been glacing furtively at a map and compass on the entire way here.
Where was here exactly?
An abandoned pawn shop with concrete walls and exactly three exit points on groundlevel. On top of the pawn shop was a small residence area which we promptly took over. Rosethorn had proclaimed it a decent place to hide out for the next two days or so.
We were huddled in the living room of the residence place in our PJ's, dozing and talking in the semi-dark. It was unsettling to be back in the stink hole known as Jacksonville. It was eerie and dark, with less life than the dog territory areas. I tried to take comfort in the fact that there were nine other people in here with me, but I still felt the instinctive fear humans have of the dark.


((random question. Bookbag or Backpack or some foreign variation thereof? I would still type more for you but the bell just rang for me to go to Art. I hope to draw the outside or interior of Jarrah's hangout/keep/clubhouse/home/thing :P))

[DRdoctorlady]

and back to teh story :D. YUS, THATS RIGHT. TWO POSTS IN ONE 12 HOUR PERIOD :D

Chapter 2c
-------->Continuation
We were sitting in a loose circle, Ice and Grasswhistle lounging beneath the window, Rose pawing the book-shelf for who knows what, with me sitting next to Laurels who was sitting by the computer desk tending to Coon whilst also keeping an eye on Break, who was sitting and staring, switching to his apathetic, no mind mode. Badger had Flyby in his lap and was keeping her entertained. Dagger was next to him, yawning.
Rosethorn had been explaining to Laurels and Badger why we had left and the threat we were facing. Both had taken it with straight faces. Nothing had really happened after that though no one went to sleep.
Now I was absently humming and listening.
Break was muttering again.
Well, there goes sleep. Its almost impossible to fall asleep once Break starts muttering cause at night its just freaky and annoying at the same time, like you can't decide whether or not to stage an exorcism or slap him until he stops.
I notice his muttering has a different edge to it, like a drowsy person trying to wake up, instead of deranged/irritating.
"Base..." He muttered. Then some unintelligible stuff. "Good... easy... defend..." Then his voice faded again before ramping up in volume, back to deranged numbering.
"000!" He practically shouted, flicking his eyes everywhere and huddling close to himself, rocking slightly back and forth.
"It seems our advisor has something to say," Dagger says drily, irritated that he hadn't been there when Break told us of the dreadful possibilty we may have been followed.
I glared at him.
"He said this would be an easily defendable good base," I hissed. Dagger twitched his nose and looked away.
"Hmm," Ice said contemplatively.
"He may be right. We could keep a few of us here whenever there's a raid being sent out," Grasswhistle remarks. "Instant back up."
"Not a bad idea. Even if he is a nutcase," Dagger comments.
Break stops muttering and I wonder for a moment if he heard Dagger. But he just continues muttering.
"BG. BG. BG," he grumbles. I schooch further away from him.
"Oookay, besides that, I think we should stay here for a day or two before going back home. For some reason I doubt that Regime Change has the brains to follow us," I suggest.
"Of course," Grasswhistle says, waving me off. "Just get some sleep for the night."

((and thats all my fingers will let me type for now. I hope you enjoyed it enough to make up for my dreadful lack of posting))

[Ser'reth]

I love that Algerbra book comment xD

Poor Break he sounds miserable :[

As for the bookbag vs backpack thing, I use backpack more often :3 (bookbag just doesn't roll of the tongue as easily =P)

And thank you very much for braving your writer's block! I loves you! Accept my love! <3

*runs off to be random somewhere else*

[King Abi]

King Abi update; tis ten past ten at night~ have recently expeirienced Jarrah's feustration with children, but they were at my school~ and they were having a fight. I have my normal voice and my voice of authority, i shouted at the kid (who's 2 years younger than me but still taller than me) and he turns around, stops hitting the other dude, grabs ME by the throat and slams me into into a wall. Not impressed. I still have a headache and lets just say hes lucky not to be in hospital. So yeah~ i hate children. Officially. However, an update made my day~ that also may have been due to the fact that i ate my weight in pringles :P

the algebra book thing is pure. Genius.

And i just say bag... Book bag is what i called it in primary school :') <3

[DRdoctorlady]

1Oh jes. Seeing as I had recently been questioning the worth of doing Algebra, I decided conspiracies on what Algebra books do in their spare time were in order :P
2 Break's usually like that. He's quite a depressing little munchkin
3 It reminds me of how my father calls my lunchbox a lunchsack/lunchpail.
4 *grabs love and falls into joy trance* Goobye Ser, wherever your legs may take you!

And to King Abi *which I say in a British Accent*
Oh dear. So two guys got testosterone overload and started beating the crap out of each other, you bravely attempted to intervene with choice harsh words, got strangled for your efforts, and is now recovering.
I command thy headache to realease its hold upon your brain and flee to yonder places
And I wish I had pringles :P I hope you get better soon and don't have a concussion or something of similar badness.
Its sort of ironic that I wrote that section during the time I should have been in Algebra class but wasn't because of my screwed up day.
And jes. I used to say Bookbags when I was little-er, but now it appears I have reverted to Backpack cause thats how all the teachers in my school say it now.

And to both of you wonderful peoples
It fills me with fizzly cheeriness that you guys like the story ^-^

[AngelInWaiting]

I saw the first update and I was like YES!

Then I saw a SECOND updates and was like YES!!

xD

Haha, the whole convo between Dagger and Jarrah made me crack up. Two favorite characters, for sure <3 (Laurels too, though)