Post by yfwe on Aug 28, 2006 20:32:30 GMT -5
Note that firstly, this is the first thing I've written in four months
Second, note that it's really random and also not finished.
I'll finish it soon.
Til then... HA!
Into the Ocean
(AKA Why Short Term Memory Loss and the Beach Doesn’t Mix. That’s the super long emo title)
YFWE
It’s during the summer months of the year when New York residents are the most vengeful of those darn Floridians. And of course, anyone can figure out why.
One word- the beach.
I mean, honestly- would you feel safe wading out into ship-polluted water in the harbor of New York City? Hell no. That’s just gross. If you wanna do that, you have a problem mentally. Or maybe you’re just delusional. Which is not a bad thing. I’m very delusional coming home from Buffalo Wild Wings at one o’clock in the morning. Ask any of my friends. Really.
So yeah... that is why New Yorkers hate Floridians.
So now you might be wondering- why the hell are you talking about why New Yorkers and Floridians hate each other, O Dance Master YFWE?
It’s called filling in the first page of Word Perfect 10. Try it sometime. It works. Anywho... this IS an ADJL fanfic; might as well start the story.
(End)
Kanye West hates George Bush.
Haha.
Okay, now I’m really done.
(End)
Teleportation, without a doubt, has to be one of the greatest inventions ever. Or... it will be once it is finally leaked to the mortal society. Until then... let’s just say that the magical world is pretty damn lucky.
The Huntsclan had discovered this power a mere two years ago, thanks to ancient “blueprints” retrieved from the former city of the now-non-existent magical race, the Onarades.
What’s actually quite humorous is that the Huntsclan will give this power to just about anyone these days- even younger Huntsclan apprentices that really shouldn’t be trusted but are.
And here’s the thing about teleportation- it could be totally abysmal where you are, and you could teleport to some place that is entirely on the other side of the spectrum. For example... from Alaska to... Jamaica! Not saying Alaska is abysmal; it’s just way too cold there. Coldness does not equal crazy delicious.
So where, you might ask, am I going with this?
Remember when I mentioned earlier that the Huntsclan will just give the teleportation power to anyone these days?
Long story short, it appears that the Huntsmaster trusts Rose enough for this power. Even though she is actually secretly against him in his evil plot to destroy all magical creatures. Of course, he doesn’t know this yet. It’s a secret. And I quote the great philosopher Arthur Spudinski when I say “We all harbor dark secrets.” Not saying that one of Rose’s toes is...bigger than... just... never mind.
So on one rainy little Saturday afternoon in New York, what really is there to do in the life of a teenage girl who also happens to be part of an underground organization devoted to the annihilation of the magical population of the world?
Simple, really. Call your boyfriend and take him to the beach using your brand-new teleportation device. Can you say “Miami, Florida?” I sure can. Miami rawks.
So you can imagine Jake upon being asked to the beach via the telephone.
“Um... Rose, it’s raining and there is no beach here. Are you high on caffeine again?”
Now, if she had answered yes, she wouldn’t have been the only one. I am STOKED right now. W00t!
“Silly,” Rose giggled (I’m not making this up; she really called him silly. Can you picture that? I can’t.), “I’ve got this new teleportation device my uncle gave me. I was thinking... maybe Miami?”
“Miami, Ohio? Gee, I dunno, Rose...”
“Wha? There’s a Miami in Ohio? Wait... no, Jake! Miami, Florida!”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? Yeah, that place rocks!”
“Cool,” Rose smiled, “So are you going?”
“Going where?”
“Jake, don’t make me come over there... even though I will be in a bit anyway...”
“Oh, go to Miami? Um... are you sure you can do that? I mean, you’ve never used the teleporting thingy before and all...”
“I have now.”
Jake turned around.
“AAH! Rose, how’d you get there? And how is your house phone still working in my house?”
“It’s called teleporting, Jake. We’ve been talking about it for the last few minutes!”
“Really? I thought we were talking about Miami, Ohio!”
“Jake, what on earth is wrong with you today?!?”
“He had a little accident at Grandpa’s shop today,” Haley chimed in, pausing in the doorway of Jake’s room. “Fu wanted him to test this one potion in the shop to make sure it really made the taker’s hair color change. Instead, it gave Jake short-term memory loss.”
“..wow...”
“By the way, how did you get in here? I never heard you come in; has Jake been hiding you in his closet...”
“..no..”
“...because I wouldn’t go in there if my life depended on it. I mean, can you imagine how old some of those dirty socks are?”
“Haley... out!” Jake yelled.
“Fine,” she frowned, turning on her heel, but then looking over her shoulder, “Just tell your girlfriend that she’s allowed to use the door. It’s what normal people do.”
“Yeah, why didn’t you use the door?” Jake asked absentmindedly as Haley walked away hastily.
“...wow, she wasn’t kidding- you DO have short term memory loss.”
“I do?”
“...maybe I should just forget about going to the beach today.”
“The beach?” Jake’s eyes lit up. “I wanna go to the beach!!”
Rose sighed. “Promise me you won’t forget who you are, let alone who I am, and I’ll consider it.”
“...nah, Rose, I’ll remember who you are,” Jake said reassuringly. “I don’t have short term memory loss, but even if I did, I wouldn’t forget anything I knew before I developed the memory loss. I’d still remember that stuff. I don’t have memory loss, though, so it doesn’t matter. So why are you here?”
“We’re going to Miami, remember?”
“Miami, Ohio?”
Rose smiled, and kissed him. “You know, you’d be a trainwreck right now if I wasn’t here.”
“Uh... thank you?”
She took out her teleportation device, a small handheld PSP or Gameboy-esque piece of equipment that was to be either their salvation or absolute downfall on that rainy Saturday afternoon.
“Put your hand on it, Jake.” Rose urged.
“Hey... is this a teleportation device?”
(Insert cool future-like sound effect here to signify their teleporting-ness)
“We’re here,” announced Rose, glancing around gleefully at the surrounding cityscape of Miami.”
“Where are we,” said Jake, “and why are we in the middle of a street?”
Rose’s eyes widened. This was true. They WERE in the middle of a street. One of those back-streets that all the illegal Cuban immigrants use. Not good.
“Jake, look out!” Rose gasped, staring at a pickup truck heading Jake’s way.
“Dragon up!”
Good, Rose thought as she ducked out of the way of the speeding truck, he remembers he’s a dragon. At least he remembered something.
She watched as Jake glided through the air and out of the truck’s path as well. True, the crazy Hispanic driver probably saw him in dragon form. But at least he was still alive... for now.
The truck screeched to a halt, and a short, bald man leapt from the truck and stared up at Jake, who now hovered over Rose, still in dragon form.
“El diablo!” he screamed in Spanish and pointed, eyes full of fear.
“Um... what’d that guy just call me?” asked Jake.
“I think he called you ‘the devil’,” Rose replied, a hint of uncertainty resounding in her voice.
The man reached into h
HA! That;s all I have! I'll update later. BYE!
Second, note that it's really random and also not finished.
I'll finish it soon.
Til then... HA!
Into the Ocean
(AKA Why Short Term Memory Loss and the Beach Doesn’t Mix. That’s the super long emo title)
YFWE
It’s during the summer months of the year when New York residents are the most vengeful of those darn Floridians. And of course, anyone can figure out why.
One word- the beach.
I mean, honestly- would you feel safe wading out into ship-polluted water in the harbor of New York City? Hell no. That’s just gross. If you wanna do that, you have a problem mentally. Or maybe you’re just delusional. Which is not a bad thing. I’m very delusional coming home from Buffalo Wild Wings at one o’clock in the morning. Ask any of my friends. Really.
So yeah... that is why New Yorkers hate Floridians.
So now you might be wondering- why the hell are you talking about why New Yorkers and Floridians hate each other, O Dance Master YFWE?
It’s called filling in the first page of Word Perfect 10. Try it sometime. It works. Anywho... this IS an ADJL fanfic; might as well start the story.
(End)
Kanye West hates George Bush.
Haha.
Okay, now I’m really done.
(End)
Teleportation, without a doubt, has to be one of the greatest inventions ever. Or... it will be once it is finally leaked to the mortal society. Until then... let’s just say that the magical world is pretty damn lucky.
The Huntsclan had discovered this power a mere two years ago, thanks to ancient “blueprints” retrieved from the former city of the now-non-existent magical race, the Onarades.
What’s actually quite humorous is that the Huntsclan will give this power to just about anyone these days- even younger Huntsclan apprentices that really shouldn’t be trusted but are.
And here’s the thing about teleportation- it could be totally abysmal where you are, and you could teleport to some place that is entirely on the other side of the spectrum. For example... from Alaska to... Jamaica! Not saying Alaska is abysmal; it’s just way too cold there. Coldness does not equal crazy delicious.
So where, you might ask, am I going with this?
Remember when I mentioned earlier that the Huntsclan will just give the teleportation power to anyone these days?
Long story short, it appears that the Huntsmaster trusts Rose enough for this power. Even though she is actually secretly against him in his evil plot to destroy all magical creatures. Of course, he doesn’t know this yet. It’s a secret. And I quote the great philosopher Arthur Spudinski when I say “We all harbor dark secrets.” Not saying that one of Rose’s toes is...bigger than... just... never mind.
So on one rainy little Saturday afternoon in New York, what really is there to do in the life of a teenage girl who also happens to be part of an underground organization devoted to the annihilation of the magical population of the world?
Simple, really. Call your boyfriend and take him to the beach using your brand-new teleportation device. Can you say “Miami, Florida?” I sure can. Miami rawks.
So you can imagine Jake upon being asked to the beach via the telephone.
“Um... Rose, it’s raining and there is no beach here. Are you high on caffeine again?”
Now, if she had answered yes, she wouldn’t have been the only one. I am STOKED right now. W00t!
“Silly,” Rose giggled (I’m not making this up; she really called him silly. Can you picture that? I can’t.), “I’ve got this new teleportation device my uncle gave me. I was thinking... maybe Miami?”
“Miami, Ohio? Gee, I dunno, Rose...”
“Wha? There’s a Miami in Ohio? Wait... no, Jake! Miami, Florida!”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? Yeah, that place rocks!”
“Cool,” Rose smiled, “So are you going?”
“Going where?”
“Jake, don’t make me come over there... even though I will be in a bit anyway...”
“Oh, go to Miami? Um... are you sure you can do that? I mean, you’ve never used the teleporting thingy before and all...”
“I have now.”
Jake turned around.
“AAH! Rose, how’d you get there? And how is your house phone still working in my house?”
“It’s called teleporting, Jake. We’ve been talking about it for the last few minutes!”
“Really? I thought we were talking about Miami, Ohio!”
“Jake, what on earth is wrong with you today?!?”
“He had a little accident at Grandpa’s shop today,” Haley chimed in, pausing in the doorway of Jake’s room. “Fu wanted him to test this one potion in the shop to make sure it really made the taker’s hair color change. Instead, it gave Jake short-term memory loss.”
“..wow...”
“By the way, how did you get in here? I never heard you come in; has Jake been hiding you in his closet...”
“..no..”
“...because I wouldn’t go in there if my life depended on it. I mean, can you imagine how old some of those dirty socks are?”
“Haley... out!” Jake yelled.
“Fine,” she frowned, turning on her heel, but then looking over her shoulder, “Just tell your girlfriend that she’s allowed to use the door. It’s what normal people do.”
“Yeah, why didn’t you use the door?” Jake asked absentmindedly as Haley walked away hastily.
“...wow, she wasn’t kidding- you DO have short term memory loss.”
“I do?”
“...maybe I should just forget about going to the beach today.”
“The beach?” Jake’s eyes lit up. “I wanna go to the beach!!”
Rose sighed. “Promise me you won’t forget who you are, let alone who I am, and I’ll consider it.”
“...nah, Rose, I’ll remember who you are,” Jake said reassuringly. “I don’t have short term memory loss, but even if I did, I wouldn’t forget anything I knew before I developed the memory loss. I’d still remember that stuff. I don’t have memory loss, though, so it doesn’t matter. So why are you here?”
“We’re going to Miami, remember?”
“Miami, Ohio?”
Rose smiled, and kissed him. “You know, you’d be a trainwreck right now if I wasn’t here.”
“Uh... thank you?”
She took out her teleportation device, a small handheld PSP or Gameboy-esque piece of equipment that was to be either their salvation or absolute downfall on that rainy Saturday afternoon.
“Put your hand on it, Jake.” Rose urged.
“Hey... is this a teleportation device?”
(Insert cool future-like sound effect here to signify their teleporting-ness)
“We’re here,” announced Rose, glancing around gleefully at the surrounding cityscape of Miami.”
“Where are we,” said Jake, “and why are we in the middle of a street?”
Rose’s eyes widened. This was true. They WERE in the middle of a street. One of those back-streets that all the illegal Cuban immigrants use. Not good.
“Jake, look out!” Rose gasped, staring at a pickup truck heading Jake’s way.
“Dragon up!”
Good, Rose thought as she ducked out of the way of the speeding truck, he remembers he’s a dragon. At least he remembered something.
She watched as Jake glided through the air and out of the truck’s path as well. True, the crazy Hispanic driver probably saw him in dragon form. But at least he was still alive... for now.
The truck screeched to a halt, and a short, bald man leapt from the truck and stared up at Jake, who now hovered over Rose, still in dragon form.
“El diablo!” he screamed in Spanish and pointed, eyes full of fear.
“Um... what’d that guy just call me?” asked Jake.
“I think he called you ‘the devil’,” Rose replied, a hint of uncertainty resounding in her voice.
The man reached into h
HA! That;s all I have! I'll update later. BYE!