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Götterdämmerung (part 6)

It was late afternoon and a lot of Lucy’s girls were now awake and getting breakfast in preparation for the evening shift. In the office the subject of conversation between Lucy and the two sheepish looking men standing by the door was Hyle Troy. These two, after checking on their buddy in the emergency clinic had overheard Hyle talking to the auctioneer and had taken it upon themselves to ‘warn her off’. It had not gone well but the men were wise enough to report their actions back to the boss.

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Götterdämmerung (part 5)

For the second time in her life Tuki found herself alone in a cell. There were differences though. The first time it had been a cold stone room with a forbidding studded door. Shackles had hung from the walls and the mould covered stones were etched in the initials of dozens of previous occupants, along with the obligatory stroke calendars of days ticked off. This cell was not nearly so homey.

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Götterdämmerung (part 4)

Miss Brown glared with teary eyes at the slimy bile sloshing across the bottom of the plastic bucket. Not for the first time she cursed LifeNet, its creators, their parents and anyone else who had anything to do with the fact that she was violently ill whenever she emerged from cloning. But at least she was safe. Well, safe-ish.

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Götterdämmerung (part 3)

By four AM the Spivey household was clustered in a little group behind the front door.

“Everybody ready?” Joe asked, hiding his anxiety so that his voice appeared calm and confident. There was a flurry of nodding heads. Joe smiled. “Good. Now remember…” He held his finger to his lips.

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Götterdämmerung (part 2)

Joe was enjoying a nice dream for once, then his collar started demanding his attention. Beeps, buzzes, it was even vibrating annoyingly, which was a function he didn’t know it had. Anyway, it was enough to wake him up.

Joe slid out of bed and groped his way to the bathroom.

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Götterdämmerung (part 1)

There are problems with trying to keep a clone imprisoned. Not least of which is ‘escape by suicide’. Your prisoner dies and is then re-cloned at the nearest cloning facility. The solution, of course, is for the prison to have its own cloning facility so that even if a prisoner does suicide, they still never leave the prison.

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A Christmas Ghost Story... Well sort of. (part 5 finale)

The New Flagstaff Orphanage Ammunition Company technically does have actual staff. For tax reasons, however, the orphans didn’t count. Officially, they are on an extended work experience programme for which they earn points which are then turned into cash donations for the orphanage. In turn, the orphanage buys its supplies from Spivey’s Independent Trading Company so everything works out nicely.

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A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, Sort of (part 4)

Joe opened his eyes and listened. Something had woken him up but there was a distinct lack of ominous sounding bongs. It was also very dark, not a ghostly glow to be seen anywhere. He felt his way to the end of the bed and slid off.

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A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, sort of (part 3)

BONG! Joe’s eyes opened. BONG! He sat up. Same bed. BONG! Still fully dressed. Joe sighed.

“Here we go again.” Joe shuffled down the mattress until he was sitting on the end of the bed. He reached into his duster pocket for his cigars and opened the pouch. Candy canes.

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A Christmas Ghost Story... well, sort of (part 2)

Tucked up in bed, in the hour before lights out and with the big dictionary by her side, Finny began to read. The sights and sounds, and even the smell, of the orphanage faded away as Finny entered and embraced the world of Ebenezer Scrooge and Jacob Marley. Of Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim. When the lights went out fifty-nine minutes later, Finny was thrust reluctantly back in the real world.

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A Christmas Ghost Story... well sort of. (part 1)

Boredom, is not something kids in the New Flagstaff Orphanage generally suffer from. Staff there know that bored kids get into mischief nine times out of ten. So, if you have nothing to do then the staff will find you something, usually involving a scrubbing brush and a pail of water. Consequently, the kids tended not to hang around the orphanage during their free time.

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Joe Spivey – Old School

Joe was watching Kirsten playing with Annie when the call he had been waiting for came in. He had been in a foul mood all evening. Kirsten had noticed it, of course, and had tried to find out what was bothering him but, for once, Joe was having none of it. A brief shake of the head and a change of subject was his only response. Kirsten let it drop and tried to keep the evening cheerful.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 70)

Bodil was looking at the picture of the old man, nodding her head.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 69)

Bodil and Dr Awolowo spoke together.

“Boat?”

“What Boat?”

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Halloween Fantasy (part 68)

Victor eventually tracked down Ranger Hancock at his desk in the ranger headquarters where he was finishing off his own report for Sergeant Glasser. Pleasantries were exchanged in the form of a reciprocal ‘hey’ then Victor opened up his notebook on Hancock’s desk.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 67)

Everyone around the table looked at the image on Dr Awolowo’s notebook screen. The vivid picture of the turreted edifice deliberately posed against the vivid, violent red and orange brush strokes of the sky drew appreciative murmurs.

Bodil looked up from the picture.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 66)

Harry Awolowo and Ranger Hancock had set out the previous morning, hours before the main expedition to the underground stations. There were several Gu-Nar settlements all along the banks of the vastly swollen river Thames but Dr Awolowo wanted to go to the Gu-Nar main settlement and spiritual centre, Emrites.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 65)

Once in the canteen, Bodil felt she was more helping the servers clean up than getting some breakfast. In the end she had a plate with a few bacon scraps, a single sausage and a few limp mushrooms. However, put between two slices of bread with plenty of ketchup the sad remnants made a passable sandwich.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 64)

Once again, Bodil’s ears were knocking on the brain-room door, trying to alert her to… something. Her brain opened the door a crack.

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Halloween Fantasy, recap of the story so far.

 

First of all, let me just say that the name ‘Halloween Fantasy’ doesn’t really work anymore. Originally, this was only meant to be a little story for Halloween three years ago. But, it just grew. I need a new name.

Okay then, the recap.

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Gunman (part 6)

Many Years Ago.

Even having slept in a derelict, roofless house that night, Baka woke up the following morning in a good mood.

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Gunman (part 5)

Present Day

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Gunman (part 4)

Lost Bride’s ‘Orphans’ event went on into the following day. Now that word had gotten around via the grapevine, there was actually a queue waiting when Lost opened up the following morning. Urgent calls went out for more donations and the subsequent steady arrival throughout the day of cars with boxes to unload just managed to keep up with the new demand. By the time they shut up shop again, just before sunset, everyone involved was exhausted.

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Gunman (part 3)

If it is possible for your heart to leap with joy and at the same time fall into the pit of your stomach then Baka managed it.

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Gunman (part 2)

Many Years Ago.


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Pictures of old players (Characters) needed.

Hi everyone.

I have a big ask to make.

The new story I am doodling relies a lot on flashbacks. (I have chats going back to June 2012) but my memory isn't what it used to be.

So, to be faithful to those who took part in the RP I am flashbacking (is that a word) to I would like pictures for visual reference to my written description.

The first flashback involves the characters listed below. Anyone I can't get a picture of I will have to invent a description for them so apologies to the players.

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Gunman

Joe unlocked the smaller, two drawer, filing cabinet in his study and reached inside to disarm the ‘thing’. That done, he flicked through the files until he found what he was looking for.

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It was a dark and stormy night...

'It was a dark and stormy night...' Well it had been, hadn't it? Finny, after finishing Oliver Twist, had decided that she was going to write a book. She was going to write the story of getting her locket back and become rich, and famous, and live inna big house bigger than Joe's... All she needed to do was get past 'It was a dark and stormy night.' Or at least get the line to stop going round and round in her head so that she could concentrate on her work.

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Getting Ready

A half hour prior to the publicity photo being taken everyone had trooped into the musty smelling Ranger Quartermaster's store.

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The Locket (part ten FINALE)

Inside, Fear bigged it up. Stomping around, pointing out the obvious. Things like, ‘you’re bleeding… a lot!’ and ‘look how weak you are! You can’t even feel your toes!’ oh and the biggest of them all ‘YOU CAN’T SWIM!’ Anger, Resentment, Injustice and even the unnamed one said nothing, they had nothing to offer. This time Finny was alone with her fear.

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