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First of all, I have gotten requests in school to base a few of my characters off of real people.
1. I have all the chars. planned out, most of them are based off of the FF series (Lina and Ritzy)
2. I will not let you suggest a person to me that has not given permission (Lina...)
3. See no. 1, for the FF insiders, we are cutting chars. at the Bryce and Sandra era, I might change Carol's future though...
4. See the cast for my placings.
5. THIS IS IN CAPS BECAUSE YOU'LL FIND IT THE MOST INTERESTING. I NEED AS MANY OF YOU AS POSSIBLE (READING THIS) TO THINK OF A CHARACTER WITH THE NAME (EITHER) SANDRA OR BRYCE. FF INSIDERS - DON'T CHEAT BY ACTUALLY USING BRYCE/SANDRA. Please use comment-mail or PM mail. I can manage without anything, but I think it would be more interesting to get some feedback to help the story move along.
6. Also, I promise to let you guys know about FF when I find the Fedora Files, which are in my file cabinet somewhere...feel free to ask questions.
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I inhaled the tantalizing smell of Gyros, I loved those so much. If I wasn't around these two wonderful people, I would have stuffed my cheeks like a squirrel, no, like a hamster moreof.
Carol covered the meal (thankfully), so I got something small, just a gyro sandwich, the classic. She sat us down on another bench, and began eating. I looked through the books that Nathaniel had given me, the Wevel ones were there, but I was more interested in a notebook, and a ballpoint pen. I smiled, and began taking notes on what happened, which is why you're reading this currently.
"So, I wonder what the science was behind the umbrella-gun.." Carol started. She bit her lip in thinking. I jotted notes down quickly, while Nathaniel ate hungrily.
"Nat, if you're okay with that, what did the man with the umbrella look like?" I flipped to a page, ready to draw.
"Eh....curly brown hair, hazel eyes, defined jawbone. Looked behind his shoulder a lot. Was wearing a leather jacket, faded jeans, and a polo-style shirt." 'Nat' blushed at me using his name like that, I wondered if was called that at home. He wiped his chin. I worked on sketching brella-man. Even though ink bled through the notebook paper, I got a good replica of what Nathaniel had said.
I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and stood up, a tall mountain stood to my East. I had a good feeling about it, maybe there was something unknown that drew me. Some things had that effect on me; I never had the chance to ask other reporters whether or not they had the same feeling too. I pointed to it, gaining my friends' attention.
"There, we need to go there, I can feel it. " I picked up my notebook and sat on the ground, sketched the mountain. "Tonight." Carol put her hand on my shoulder as in restraint.
"Hold back, it's 5:30 already. We can go tomorrow. I'm not sure why, but your decision seems set in stone." I sighed, I guess it could wait. The mountain would be there tomorrow.
"I can get you into a hotel. I have no room in my apartment for guests." Carol smiled, a perfect row of white teeth.
"Right on, but I owe you after I get my life back." I giggled. I playfully punched Carol's shoulder, and got up.
"Wait," Nat whispered. "I think we're being watched." I bared my shoulders. Something did feel odd.
"Come on, let's go.." I muttered, gesturing Carl and pulling Nat up. We walked, power walked, for a short while, until we heard shuffling, when we broke out into a run.
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The Travel Column
AvontuurAll Stormy Triston did was interview a leading scientist, no biggie. He leaked to her his master theory, still no biggie. Snoop in her notes? A little less than normal but bearable, it was Wevel's fault on releasing the theory. Add not-Carson, a lo...
