Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

[tmuyo]

ask for more

lol. i agree that some stuff needs to be brought in. as far as asian characters i've run into is few. i've got a story where i encouraged some asian characters. i plan to strat a thread in the romance of the three kingdoms era of china or something in fuedal japan. i'm not sure when, but if you'd be interested or anyone else would be interested pm me.

 

[captainb]

Jewel/Bors

Leaving the video store was like walking into a steaming sponge. Jewel wilted as her clothes instantly became damp, and she slid her Ray-Bans over her eyes. It was hot and frightfully humid, heat radiating from the asphalt and sidewalks into the hazy sky peeking between the buildings. Business had died before noon, and the manager had let her leave early. She'd been wishing for it all morning, but now she thought about the piddly paycheck she would get. He could have let Rachel go too, but the old fart had that look in his eye again. Probably gonna sit in his office and beat off looking at her, she thought. Jewel had the book stuffed in her handbag, tucked tightly under her arm as she slowly walked down the street.

The people she passed looked dead, all in their own world as they moved to their own refuge from the relentless sun. The construction workers were the most active, but even their shouts were subdued as they moved around the exposed frameworks. Her head was down and she didn't notice the three boys until one stepped in front of her.

<Hey mama, where you goin' to?> *translated from Spanish

The boys looked to be in their early teens, in wife-beaters and baggies that showed most of their ratty underwear over their BKs. They wore blue bandanas tied around their heads and necks.

<Just goin' home,> Jewel said, stepping around him. She didn't meet his eyes, and flashed quickly through her outfit even though she knew she wore nothing red. Crips didn't take to anyone wearing red.

His hand grabbed her upper arm. <We got yer home here, baby,> he laughed, and the others chuckled. She shook her arm free and kept walking. He called after her, <S'okay baby, we'll be here for ya tomorrow!> She tucked her head and hurried on, their laughter echoing after her.

She snuck up the fire escape into her bedroom and dumped her bag on the bed. Mama didn't expect her home for a few hours yet. She shushed Pascal's yowling and rooted through her underwear drawer, pulling out a rolled-up paper bag. Taking the cat, a plastic bottle of water, her book and the bag, she crept back out the window and up the fire escape to the roof. There in the shade of the ventilation shed she drew a small toke from her stash and let her eyes drift over the surrounding rooftops, the smoke wafting away on the slight breeze. Pascal crawled into her lap and pushed his nose under her chin. She scratched his head and opened the book. Raven-tressed Lucy Paine was racing her horse across the moors of Scotland, evil Duke Aragon and his outlaw legion hot on her trail. Could fair-haired Calvin Brockjaw escape from Aragon's dungeon in time to save her? The sounds of the street faded as the other world swam into being.

 

[indyweasel]

Steven Jefferies / Sir Lancelot

It had been another long hard at the job site and I was glad that you had called me to come over to your place for dinner tonight.

You must have gotten off of work early today, becuase I walked in and there was dinner prepared and a cold glass of wine sitting waiting for me on the table. I looked at her with an appreciative smile as I mouthed a 'Thank you' to you. I walked over to you and said, 'Let me rinse this grim off and I'll be back to join you.' I almost ran to the bathroom and shed the clothes I'd be in all day and jumped into the shower. I rinsed the dirt and grim off of my body and dried off quickly, running a hand through my short brown hair and tossed on some clothes that I'd brought with me.

I tried to calmly walk out into the dining room of your little apartment trying to figure out why you were going through all of this stuff. One look at her face and I knew that something wasnt right. "Steven ",you said, "I've gotten this job offer to go to Irvine, CA. It's not only a promotion, but I will probably have my own office within 2 years. ' I see you looking into my eyes, trying to figure out my response. 'You know I love the work you do here for all of the foundations, but I cant improve myself professionally here. I need to take this offer. I need to go. "

I sat there is stunned silence. We'd talked about getting engaged, and married next summer and all of the sudden you are being torn out of my life? What had I done to deserve this? 'Janice, I dont know what to think right now. When do you have to make a decision? ' I looked at her with pleading eyes as you looked at the floor and replied, " I already have. I'm flying out tomorrow morning to go through the orientation training and then I'm going to stay the weekend to look for a place to live. "

I'm sure my jaw just hit the floor. She is leaving? She has already made up her mind. "Ok. Well Janice", I start as I get up off the couch and start to walk around, " I really wish that you would reconsider. I know we talked about me doing more for myself and helping others less, but that is just the way that I am wired. Maybe I can come down and see you in a couple of weeks after you get settled. Maybe I can live down there part of the year, its not like I can do a lot of construction here during the winter. We sat around, eating dinner talking about what could happen, and what might be.

As I left though, all I could think of is that I've lost the love of my life, and I've had to let her go.

 

[HotStuff101]

Michael/The Green Knight

Walking down a cold sterile hallway, michael came up to a door witht he words "Commander Hank Scott". Michael looked up at the sign and scoffed. Opening the door and stepping inside, there was a man sitting in a chair behind a desk. "Sir! You requested to see me?" Michael said trying to keep his rebelious tone inwards. "What kind of a fucking stunt do you think you were trying to pull up there, Leutenant(sp?)???" the commander yelled as he began to turn red in the face. "Don't think because you are some hotshot pilot it will stop me from Courtmarshaling you! It doesnt matter who your father was, how good you think you are! That was your 2nd strike! one more and you are out of here! now do you understand me Leutenant?!" commander Scoot said as he stood up from his chair with anger in his blood. "Yes Sir!" Michael said with a very slight smirk on his face. It was taking all his concentration not to start something.

"Good, now get the hell out of my office!" He yelled, as Michael turned around and walked out.

"I can't wait to wipe the smirk of that guys face..." Michael said as he made it outside. It was a fairly hot day and being on an air force base covered in concrete didnt help but all that he could do was leave. And he was more then happy too.

Walking over to his motocycle, Michael put on his black sunglasses, started up his bike and road off, heading towards the city in the far far distance.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Penelope Winslow/Gawaine

I arrived at the library twenty minutes before my scheduled time. In the ten years I had been employed here, there had never been an instance of tardiness. Because of seniority and impeccable work ethics, I was allowed to choose my daily duties. Today, as any other day, my first stop was the Classics sections. I stood among the creative, brilliant authors of all time.I inhale deeply, savoring the musty aroma. The smell would have made most others wrinkle their noses and flee. Not me. Maybe I envied these authors' talents so much that I felt they would grant me their powers. Fingering the bindings of several books, mu hand stops in one particular section. My arm reaches out and plucks a book from the shelf. I head read it, and others like it, many times. I had an unusual fascination for King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I involuntarily shudder as a voice reminded me of its histroical inaccuracies contained in this particular book.

My uneasiness forces me to quickly replace the book to its proper place and hurry downsatirs to start my day. School was out for the summer, but most of the kids visited the library to play on the internet. I was more than a little irritated by them, since I wanted to be in my favorite chatroom at that exact moment.

 

[Angelus]

Thomas/Tristram

Thomas looked up at the woman with a smile and said, "It was the least that I could do. I couldn't sit here and let anything like that happen. But I bet that someone would have stopped it if I hadn't of."

He took a book off of his stack and wrote down on it, Destiny, Thank you. I hope that you enjoy reading the book as much as I loved writing it. When I write another I know I will see you then. Thomas Green.

He handed the book to her and said, "Don't worry about paying for it. It's yours."

He then looked up into her eyes and for the brief instant thought that he saw something very familiar there but knew that it was impossible. He then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head just to hear his agent say, "What do you think you are doing, giving away books like that."

"Look. I can do what I like. Who do you think wrote the blasted thing."

Without another word Thomas turned just to see the young woman walk off, hopefully with a smile on her face. He then looked up to see the next person and said, "Okay. Who do I make this out to?"


Two hours later Thomas got into the back of the limo that had been provided for him and sat back with a sigh. He knew that he was a popular author but when the book signings were getting this big he knew that he needed to take a break, get away from it all. He looked at his agent and said, "I need to take a break."

His agent was taken aback by this and said, "You can't. You have a lot of signings to do after this one."

"I know but once I have done them I am taking a break. I have to."

Thomas's agent knew that it was best not to argue with him as he was more than likely to walk and take everything with him. He reluctantly agreed to Thomas just as the limo stopped, letting Thomas out who walked to his apartment building.

 

[Jocelyn]

Cindi/La Bel

Her hips swayed and ground to the music as it blared out of the speaker system overhead. Her leg kicked out and she turned and bent down at the same time hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Bending over she swayed in an exaggerated movement and let the catcalling males who were watching her stage dance get a good look at her pert butt.

Her swinging hips caused her breasts to move with them as they freely hung before her. She had discarded her top at about the middle of her dance. Turning to give the men a wink over her shoulder, she moved to walk around the edge of the stage in her high heels pausing only long enough to let someone slide money into her waistband.

The men at the HighPoint knew better than to try anything other than the occasional grope as they showed their appreciation in monetary form. The bouncer, Sampson, took care of that. Sampson was tall. About 6' 4" and huge. Just the sight of him was enough to keep even the most enthusiastic of the bunch in line.

Soon her walk was done and she moved to the middle of the stage to give a few last shakes and shimmeys before the music died, she went into her last pose and the house lights dimmed.

Once the lights were completely down, she got to her feet and hurried off the stage, passing the next girl Sharon who was moving on for her performance. Sharon was a dark beauty and billed herself as Black Panther because her lithe movements so resembled a cat. She was a bar favorite.

Giving Sharon the thumbs up as they passed to let her know it was a good crowd, she moved back stage to the owner's voice on the speakers.

"That was Candi, gentlemen. Isnt she too sweet? Now lets welcome our next beauty. Black Panther." The calls and whistles grew louder as the music started again and Candi or Candice moved in between the racks of costumes to pull open the door of the dressing room.

To say the dressing room was small would be an understatement but the girls of HighPoint had gotten used to working around each other. Though the strip bar was not the most elaborate in the city, the owner-Jack-and Sampson took care to make sure the girls were safe and the customers stayed gentlemanly . The tips were good and the place was usually packed as it had a good reputation. Many of the girls had gotten offers to work in higher class bars but most turned it down because they were happy here.

Sinking onto one of the small chairs at the makeup table, Cindi removed the money that had been placed in her waistband and gave a quick count. Not bad. The customers had apparently liked her show.

Moving around the other four girls in the dressing room, she pulled on her bra, t shirt and jeans. Stashing her money in her jeans pocket she sat down again to pull on her comfortable sneakers. Her feet were killing her and all she wanted right now was a long soak in a hot tub.

As she was gathering her stuff to leave, Sharon came back into the dressing room, her face showing that she once again had pleased the men and gotten rewarded for it.

"Good crowd tonight," She said as she sat down to rest. Sharon had one more set to do before going home. "You going? I'm sure Jack wouldnt mind if you did an extra set since Nadia had to call in sick."

Candi shook her head and stood up, gathering her things. "Gotta get some sleep," She said with a smile at her friend,"I got to teach a class tomorrow."

Sharon shook her head and laughed. "Girl, where you get the energy to stay up late at night and then get up early to teach your classes, I dont know. I dont suppose you are getting paid this time?" Sharon knew that Candi taught self defense classes mostly on a volunteer basis for those kids in underprivelaged situations.

"No, nevermind, of course you arent. If I had that much energy I could go another five sets without wearing out," She added.

Candi chuckled. "If you went another five sets, girl, you would have many more men going home broke to their wives. Its a good thing that you are old and weak."

She ducked out the door as the pillow Sharon sent flying hit it. The sound of her friend's laughter followed her out into the cool night.

 

[Isolde]

Merlin and Nimue

Lily approached her front door holding back a yawn. She was about a foot away when she felt eyes on her. Spinning around she felt the urge to scream upon seeing a figure behind her. Her eyes met those of an elderly man. She felt some sort of expectation inside her and a sense of familiarity she could not explain. Frowning she continued to stare in his eyes realizing after about a minutte that he had introduced himself. She didn't remember expecting him but somthing told her to invite him in. Nodding she turned and unlocked the door gesturing him in. "What can I do for you?"

Myrddin entered the home and looked around. Turning his gaze back to meet that of Lily's, he said,"I wish to speak to Nimue."

A puzzled look came over Lily's face and she said,"Nimue? I dont know...." Her speach faltered as recognition struggled to the fore. Merlin watched the struggle as the spirit of Nimue tried to move into being, fighting to come forward and supress that spirit that was Lily. But Lily was strong, as the person who carried the spirit of The Lady of the Lake should be and the struggle was hurting both of them.

With a murmur of golden words and a passing of his hand over Lily's face, the wizard that had stood beside King Arthur decades ago wrapped a spell around the young woman and watched as teh struggle subsided and a melding of the two personalities began. Now they were both there, both aware of one another. And both struggling with the other's memories.

Merlin smiled a greeting and said,"Nimue, My Lady, the time has come to once again take up the struggle against evil. Are you prepared to lend your aide to that cause? You are the first and I must have help with the knights. We must convince them to resume the war with Morgan as they leave their differences aside. Not an easy task but one that must be accomplished."

 

[poohlive]

"Hah," Lynn smiled, pulling off a rather difficult shot. Gary sighed, but a smile was definitely on his face. She had beaten him, every single game. He didn't even have a chance.
"All right, my ass hurts too much, I can't take another beating."
A sall laugh came from her lips, "Your too much. Did you have anything else planned for tonight?"
"Well," Gary's eyes beamed, "There is a Gilligan's Island marathon."
He saw the grimace on her face.
"I'm kidding I'm kidding," his heart sunk, "We could do just about anything you'd like to do."
She stepped up to him, letting her finger trace it's way down his shirt.
"I'd like to do you."
Gary smiled, taking her hand, "I'm sorry. I can't."
She pouted.
"It's just, I honestly don't know what. Just something about me that doesn't want it."
She shook her head, "I don't get it, your spending two grand tonight, and all you want me to do is play some pool and watch Gilligan's Island with you?"
Gary nodded, his face was dead serious.
"It's your money," she lamented.
"I'll get the popcorn."

 

[Lynelle]

Randall Parks/Bleoberis

A black Ford pickup rolled into the parking lot of the bar. As the driver opened the door, Country Western music assaulted his ears along with the noise of those drunk or getting there.

Randall Parks smiled. He had just come from a grueling haul that spanned four states and he needed some relaxation. His kind of relaxation. And the Country Man Bar was his favorite place to do that relaxing in.

Exiting the car, he stopped to pull up on his snakehead belt and adjust the huge buckle that lapped over his belly and extended past the zipper on his jeans. Huge was the first thing anyone looking at Randall Parks thinks of. The second is Country Boy.

Dressed in his normal get up of Cowboy boots, hat, shirt and pants his outfit was complete. His sandy brown hair was slicked back under the ten gallon and his brown eyes sparkled at the thought of some fun. Striding up to the door, he pulled it open just in time for a customer to come stumbling out in a drunk stupor. It looked as if the party had already started.

As he stepped in, Mack, the bartender/owner shook his head and grabbed a bottle of beer popping the top off and sliding it down the bar to him. Randall caught it in his beefy hands and smiled his thanks to Mack.

"Just try to keep the damage down tonight," Mack said by way of greeting to him and Randall's smile stretched even wider if that was possible.

Sitting down at the bar, he scanned the interior in search of the one thing that would make tonight almost complete. He was sitting there for about a half an hour when his eyes lit upon two girls alone in a boothe, one brunette and one red head, both with the curves in the right place and a look of willingness in their attitude. Of coure, to Randall, a woman breathing was a sign of willingness.

Standing, he adjusted his belt buckle once again and swaggered over to the boothe. Leaning against the back of the seat, he leaned down and gave each girl a leer and a wink.

"So, ladies, what shall we do tonight," He said in, what he thought, was a sexy and winning voice.

"I dont know. We were leaving that up to our boyfriends," The red head said as the brunette giggled. "Why dont you get lost before they come back?"

Now, usually, a line like that would deter a normal man but not Randall. With a laugh, he said,"Why dont you two lovelies stop waiting? You've found a real man tonight and I am sure we could make the night one to remember."

The brunette smiled and pointed to something behind Randall. "Looks like none of us have to wait any longer." She said mysteriously.

Turning, Randall was just in time to see the fist come flying at him. Ducking, he grabbed the fist and bent the man's arm as his own fist took him in the middle, doubling him over.

A smile was on his face even as a fist from the other guy connected with his chin. Now, the night was complete.

 

[Guest]

Robert DiFalco/Gaheris

Robert DiFalco leaned back against the hallway wall as the man he had been talking to for an hour and a half was led out of the apartment in handcuffs and he could hear the sobs and wailing of the children as the paramedics followed with the mother on a streatcher. She was not dead but she was in pretty bad shape and they would be looking for a relative to take the children in until the mother could get out of the hospital.

Robert sat there and let his heartbeat get back to normal and the rush that was always brought on by these types of situations run its course. The situation had been bad. A guy who had gotten fired from yet another job comes home with drugs he had spent his last paycheck on. He was willing to bet that if anyone looked, the fridge wouldnt even hold milk for the kids he could hear in the apartment.

The man comes home, takes the drug and finds its laced. He goes nuts and pulls his gun. Cant afford a decent apartment for his family but he can go out and buy a big assed gun and keep it polished up and stock bullets for it.

The situation turns into a hostage one and DiFalco is called in. Before he gets there the woman is shot in front of the kids and it isnt known whether she was alive or dead. They had to get the kids out without any more incidents.

It took DiFalco's gift of gab to get the man's attention long enough for the special team to come in through a bedroom window and apprehend him. The kids were safe, the mother on her way to the hospital and DiFalco was drenched in his own sweat.

Pulling off his bullet proof vest, Robert heard the voice of Lt. Jessie Altman. "Good work, DiFalco, again." She said and Robert looked up to find her standing over him.

"Yeah, real good," Robert said as he stood up. "Would have went better if someone had called me before the woman got shot."

Jessie's face fell and she nodded. "A screw up but one that, fortunately, didnt end as it could have. I just talked to the paramedics. It looks like she will be alright. Lost a lot of blood but nothing major was pierced by a bullet as far as they can tell. X rays will tell us more but I think she is going to make it. She was awake and asking about her kids when they put her in the ambulance."

Robert snorted. "If she was so worried about those kids, she would dump the loser and go someplace much healthier." He said in a biting tone.

Jessie shook her head, wisps of her raven hair coming loose from her bun and whipping about her face.

"Its not always that easy and we both know it," She said in a non judgmental way,"We will work with her and try to get her and the kids out of the situation on a perminent basis."

"And she will be right back with him within a month," Robert inturupted and then sighed. "Sorry. Havent quite come down from my adrineline rush yet. I think its time I went home."

Jessie smiled in understanding. "Go. We have the clean up here. You deserve a break."

Robert nodded and headed down the stairs to report to the head of the operation, fill out his paperwork and then take off home.

 

[Paxton]

Sorry

OOC: I had the cookies off but that post above is from me.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Thomas/Tristram

Thomas looked up at the woman with a smile and said, "It was the least that I could do. I couldn't sit here and let anything like that happen. But I bet that someone would have stopped it if I hadn't of."

He took a book off of his stack and wrote down on it, Destiny, Thank you. I hope that you enjoy reading the book as much as I loved writing it. When I write another I know I will see you then. Thomas Green.

He handed the book to her and said, "Don't worry about paying for it. It's yours."

He then looked up into her eyes and for the brief instant thought that he saw something very familiar there but knew that it was impossible. He then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head just to hear his agent say, "What do you think you are doing, giving away books like that."

"Look. I can do what I like. Who do you think wrote the blasted thing."

Without another word Thomas turned just to see the young woman walk off, hopefully with a smile on her face. He then looked up to see the next person and said, "Okay. Who do I make this out to?"


Two hours later Thomas got into the back of the limo that had been provided for him and sat back with a sigh. He knew that he was a popular author but when the book signings were getting this big he knew that he needed to take a break, get away from it all. He looked at his agent and said, "I need to take a break."

His agent was taken aback by this and said, "You can't. You have a lot of signings to do after this one."

"I know but once I have done them I am taking a break. I have to."

Thomas's agent knew that it was best not to argue with him as he was more than likely to walk and take everything with him. He reluctantly agreed to Thomas just as the limo stopped, letting
Thomas out who walked to his apartment building.

As Thomas entered his apartment, he heard the phone ringing. Picking it up, he hears a strange, yet familiar voice saying,"The time is now. Your quest is at hand."

A few moments pass to find him standing and holding the phone and wondering who he had intended to call. He has a feeling that something important happened but it is vauge and almost as if only a part of him understood it.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Rick Jackson\kay

"Well i finaly made it here." I comment meening the Garden. I walk in and find my manager Jason "Well boss one of you students finally made all the way to Madison Square Gardens how does it feel." I say knowing that i was the best he ever had.

"Ya ya i know but you dont have to be so damn cocky ya know. It was years before you became anything more than a janitor so remember i can boot you back down before you can potato just remember that."

I remembered well that all the trouble that had made me what I am today i thought with a sneer. "Hea boss isnt it time i go beat the shit outta someone in the ring or are you genan sit here and bitch about the old days to me when you were the head hancho?"

"Shut that mouth junior or ill shut it for you and if you really piss me off ill throw in the towel before the damn thing even starts you know i can and will!"

I knew he ment buissnes so i kept my mouth shut even though he had really started pissing me off. As soon as i get famous enoug Im going to get rid of him. So without any talk i get ready for the fight the most important one of my career my first and if i dont win it last title shot. I walk in and they announce me to the audiance. I hear chears as i run to the ring i look around and see all the people that i could see under the blinding ligts and then it hits hime IM GENNA LOVE THIS.

As you enter the ring, you take one last look at the audience while the referee is making sure both opponents understand the rules.

Suddenly a sign that is held up in the midst of the crowd catches your attention.

The sign reads: "NOW IS THE TIME. PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST" when you look again it is gone. But the effects of what you saw was immediate. You freeze and blank out. The next thing you are aware of is the blow from your opponent. He has scored first.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Valin Hales/Percival

Val reached for the torq wrench and tried to pry apart the fused hitch to the combine feed. it was already 6 am and the animals hadnt been fed and the fields wernt going to pick themselves. 'where the hell were the new hands he'd hired' Val swore under his breath he was 23 and he was already burnt out and a failure. When father died and left them the Ranch and the surrounding farms. His brothers and sisters couldnt sell fast enough. every single one of em sold out and got the hell out of dodge. Now Val was trying to plow this sandpit keep the animals healthy, trying to earn a living, trying to keep the wolves at the bank at bay....Val's tanned muscles strained as he fumed about all the bills he was getting buried under.The pry bar snapped and pieces of metal flew every where. Val spun as the cinder blocks slipped and let the 4 ton monster collapse.Val barely got out in time and for a second was just glad to be alive. "Dammit" he screamed as he threw the useless piece of pry bar at the barn. headlights caught his attention and off in the distance a red sports car drove up. "Reg....thats all I need is big brothers wisdom right now". A pale older man in a suit stepped out of the car and yawned and stretched. "I see your still geeting up with the chickens Val. You might as Well go back to bed I canceled those farm hands you hired" Val glared and Reg stepped back away from his little brother. Val Had worked the farm all his life. Val was 6'2 and had the build of a laborer. His sandy blond hair was long and tied back ,his hazel eyes almost flashed red and as he stepped menacingly towards his older softer brother his muscles fairly split his old tattered hand me down shirt. "Listen Val the money is gone...We cant lend you anymore and this land is much more valuable sold than you could make farming it in 20 years. I have 3 offers for you, read them and take the one you want. But choose in the next 2 weeks or the bank will step in and then the choice will be taken out of your hands." Val stepped closer to his brother and Reg jumped into the car "Listen lil bro this is no time for one of your tantrums I." Val reached for the car And Reg peeled out Val Grabbed the spoiler and fell off the car as it tore off the car Val threw it at the disaperring vehicle. "Stay off this land you sell out vulture If Father had lived to see this hed have hided you."Val sat and watched the sunrise over the beautiful lands that had been in his family for over 100 years.

As Val sits and watches the clouds above him, he seems to see forms in them and for some reason they seem to be moving faster than they should be.

The fluffy white of the clouds actually seem to be swirling in the heavens and Val's attention is completely caught by this display. To his further puzzlement, the clouds actually seem to be forming into words.

The words seem to be: "PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST IS AT HAND".

When Val looks next, the sky is clear and he has a feeling that he has missed something important.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Tanya

"God this sun is unbearable" I say to noone in paticular. I turn to my assistant "Jason tell Mark to get the number 5 and 7 submersables in the water and to explore the deep water then get team 3 together to explore the shoreline." "yes Tanya" Jason said as he ran to tell everyone that needed to be told her message. Everyone on the dig was very laid back and easy going which was why they refered to everyone by there first names insted of profesor etc. I turn to my boyfriend of 3 years. "Jeff how about you and i take some shore leave go to a nice hotel after the team and subs get back and do something we cant do here?" i say refering to his favorite pasttime sex.

"Yea you bet. oh and how about I go get you some sunscreen to take the edge of the sun i dont want you to get burnt on such a wonderfull day."

Today was special not only because it was our anaversery (he remembered shocking as it was to me) but because we found the city in all its glory. Atlantis it turns out wasnt where anyone thought it was buy it was part of Easter Island the city itself had sunk but most of the island was still there. I had beame famous for my descovery of that fact and the discovery of how the hell those damn statues came to be. Ahh yes i love this life.

Jason returns and hands you a clipboard with forms that need your signature. You automatically go to scan them before signing when you are startled to see a page that reads:

"YOU ARE NEEDED. THE QUEST IS BEFORE YOU."

A moment later, you are looking at familiar forms and Jason is asking you if you are alright, you seemed to blank out for a minute.

Scribbling your signature on the forms, you have a probing feeling that something important had just happened.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Jacob O'Malley

"Last orders, ladies and gentlemen!" I called out, after ringing the brass bell which hung above the bar of the Cup Bearer.

I had inherited the pub from my father, and him from his father before him. I had grown up here, played on the street outside, and had always attented the local protestant church and gym with equal measure. Boxing was something I had a knack for, and it certainly kept me fit, not to mention it had helped more than a few times when trouble surfaced at my pub.

As my bar staff attented to the customers who quickly came up for their last drinks of the night, I lifted the bar hatch and went over to the juke box, which had been silent these last few minutes, and I dropped in a few dimes and made my selections.

I smiled as the first few chords played out of the song I had initially chosen, 'sweet soul dream,' and glanced around the pub, nodding to the regulars who caught my eye, while noting the odd possible troublemaker for turfing-out time.

As the strains of the song reach you, unfamiliar words do as well. Turning you listen closer and seem to pick out one phrase running through the song that should not be there, almost like background noise but audible to your ears.

The phrase is: "THE TIME IS AT HAND. TAKE UP YOUR QUEST."

The next thing you notice is that the song is over and a customer is calling you for a refill. A feeling of missing something settles over you.

 

[Teague]

Bob/Lamorak

"Alright Guys and Gals that was Witchy Woman by The Eagles and a dedication to my ex-wife who happily is too far away to hear my broadcast so I am a brave man right now."

"Coming at you is another half hour of continuous rock from your favorite DJ Bob "The Blade" Reynolds. When you return you will be with our friend Howler for your late night listening pleasure. You be good and I will see you on the morrow."

Bob Reynold's aka Bob "The Blade" moved to set up the disks that would last until his relief came and then sat back to enjoy the end of his shift. It had been a good night. The callers were actually curtious, the songs had been good and there had been no equiptment complications. Yes. The night had been good.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Jewel/Bors

Leaving the video store was like walking into a steaming sponge. Jewel wilted as her clothes instantly became damp, and she slid her Ray-Bans over her eyes. It was hot and frightfully humid, heat radiating from the asphalt and sidewalks into the hazy sky peeking between the buildings. Business had died before noon, and the manager had let her leave early. She'd been wishing for it all morning, but now she thought about the piddly paycheck she would get. He could have let Rachel go too, but the old fart had that look in his eye again. Probably gonna sit in his office and beat off looking at her, she thought. Jewel had the book stuffed in her handbag, tucked tightly under her arm as she slowly walked down the street.

The people she passed looked dead, all in their own world as they moved to their own refuge from the relentless sun. The construction workers were the most active, but even their shouts were subdued as they moved around the exposed frameworks. Her head was down and she didn't notice the three boys until one stepped in front of her.

<Hey mama, where you goin' to?> *translated from Spanish

The boys looked to be in their early teens, in wife-beaters and baggies that showed most of their ratty underwear over their BKs. They wore blue bandanas tied around their heads and necks.

<Just goin' home,> Jewel said, stepping around him. She didn't meet his eyes, and flashed quickly through her outfit even though she knew she wore nothing red. Crips didn't take to anyone wearing red.

His hand grabbed her upper arm. <We got yer home here, baby,> he laughed, and the others chuckled. She shook her arm free and kept walking. He called after her, <S'okay baby, we'll be here for ya tomorrow!> She tucked her head and hurried on, their laughter echoing after her.

She snuck up the fire escape into her bedroom and dumped her bag on the bed. Mama didn't expect her home for a few hours yet. She shushed Pascal's yowling and rooted through her underwear drawer, pulling out a rolled-up paper bag. Taking the cat, a plastic bottle of water, her book and the bag, she crept back out the window and up the fire escape to the roof. There in the shade of the ventilation shed she drew a small toke from her stash and let her eyes drift over the surrounding rooftops, the smoke wafting away on the slight breeze. Pascal crawled into her lap and pushed his nose under her chin. She scratched his head and opened the book. Raven-tressed Lucy Paine was racing her horse across the moors of Scotland, evil Duke Aragon and his outlaw legion hot on her trail. Could fair-haired Calvin Brockjaw escape from Aragon's dungeon in time to save her? The sounds of the street faded as the other world swam into being.

As Jewel begin to read the page before her, the words seem to swim before her eyes. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to focus on the page again and the words seemed to have stopped.

However, Calvin Brockjaw was no longer putting his plan to escape into action nor was Lucy Paine slowly losing ground to her pursuers. Instead, right in the middle of the page was a line that had nothing to do with the book.

It read: "NOW IS THE TIME. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DESTINY."

Blinking, she looked again and the page was back to normal and her mother's voice calling her was reaching her ears. Looking down, her homemade cigarette was burned to ash, the smell of the drug long since disappated. And she had the strangest feeling that she had missed something.

 

[Guest]

Barbara/Lucan

Barbara shut the door with a sigh. She hated delivering DOAs. She hated it especially when the person was alive at the scene and she almost took it personally when the patient was a child.

Not only that but this child was a victum of a drunken driver. That got her downright mad. The driver had been transported in the other ambulance and, aside from high alcohol comsumption had suffered nothing more fatal than cuts and scrapes and a broken arm.

The doctors were in consoling the mother who had lost both a husband and child that night. The father had been driving back from picking something up at the store. He had taken their son to try and get him asleep because he was being fussy. A drunken driver had made it so that both of them were now sleeping for a long time.

David came over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Time to go home. You pulled a double shift and you deserve your day off tomorrow. Do youreself a favor and dont answer your phone." Seeing her look and the glances she was giving to the hospital, he added,"Yeah, its sucks to have to close on that note. Lets just hope the court system doesent let the bastard slide. Come on. You need to get home now. I'll clean out and deliver the vehicle. You get some rest."

Barbara smiled her thanks and went to gather her things to go home. She tried to put the vision of the small child out of her mind but it stuck there in spite of her best efforts.

 

[Najia]

^I hate cookies!

At least on the computer.

 

[captainb]

Jewel/Bors

Dinner was a quiet affair. Jewel's mother questioned her silence, but she feigned a headache and left the table early. Upstairs, she sat on her bed for several minutes. Why had she blanked out like that? Did she really see those words in the book? NOW IS THE TIME. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DESTINY. Why did it seem so inportant that she understand what that meant?

Hmmph, she thought, looking around her tiny room. What if this is my destiny? Oh God, please don't let it be my destiny... a brief surge of panic passed through her at the thought, but she gulped it down again and stood in front of the small mirror on her dresser. The eyes staring back at her looked haunted and fearful. She wasn't used to feeling like this. True, she didn't confront the punks on the street, but who'd be crazy enough to do that, especially alone? Despite appearances, Jewel carried the belief that she could be independant, given half a chance. She demonstrated that by going out nearly every night to visit her friends, telling her mother she'd be back when she was ready. She hadn't been arrested or gotten pregnant, and didn't plan to either, so she wasn't in danger of getting thrown out of the house, not yet. She had years of plans in her head for what she would do when she moved out, when she got a real job, when she met a nice guy and got married and had kids. But staring at herself in the silvered glass she felt a deep rush of fear that there was nothing more, that she had missed something important, crucial in her life, and she didn't know if she could get it back.

 

[rdh996]

Rick/Kay

I saw the sign and I couldnt help but think that something wierd has happned but a part of me senced that it was alright. I felt the stinging blow as Bolvias first hit brought me back around. what the hell happned i say as i block some hits. Eventually i forgot about the sign and I got back into the game. I blocked his punch and then something in my head told me to through a punch i dont usually do. I hit him with it and he drops like a rock. The ref started counting and when Bolvias started to get back up it was too late the ref had 10 counted and I had WON!! As i walked out of the ring i heard "Great job". I turn to Jason "Hea Jay did you say something?" Jay looks at me "No, Oh and that reminds me what the hell happened in there in the first round huh? You seemed to be looking at a sign advertising fritos and then he nailed you which you didnt even attempt to block hea if you were hungry we coulda ate before we got here."

i look at him." I didnt see ant fritos sign the sign i saw said 'NOW IS THE TIME. PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST' it was kinda wierd." Jason looked at me as if i had gone nuts. "Hea maby that hit jared something loose up there I didnt see that. Anyway lets go get something to eat all that talk about fritos made me hungry.

 

[Guest]

Destiny smiled, that face very familiar, he'd always seemed familiar and of course she thought it was simply that his face was on the cover of a lot of the books she owned, and he was so sweet as well she couldn't help but flush.

She took a quick look at the inscription and thanked him,

"You definately will Mr. Green, definately."

She went to get out her wallet from her purse but at his words she stopped, her eyes widening a little,

"Oh thank you sir, I really appreciate it..."

She brushed her glasses up and as the man behind him tapped him getting his attention, she turned and hurried off out the door, a soft smile on her lips as she eagerly hurried home to begin the adventure.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Destiny/Sir Safer

That was me above