Post by Dustfeather on Mar 11, 2009 12:42:08 GMT -5
Yeah. This is my story from the main site, in which each chapter is based on the next song my playlist shuffles too. I have a list of the songs, but I can't be bothered to copy them all into here right now so here's Chapter 1 again:
Dust’s P.O.V.
I honestly didn’t know why I’d let them talk me into this. I’d been feeling just fine until a few of the Random Babble crowd said “Come on Dust, join in with our game!”. No... it wasn’t an HF game. It wasn’t even a “What’re You Listening To?” tournament. It was just your average clichéd party game, and now I was stuck in a pitch black cupboard; the only thing visible was the faint outline of Whiteice, a fellow Wisher. This was arguably one of the most awkward situations I’d ever been in. I glanced down at my watch, squinting to try and see the time.
Whiteice was eventually the one to break the silence. “No offence or anything, but I was kind of hoping to get someone else.”
“Just be glad the person you wanted is actually here,” I remarked, “and not three hundred miles away.” I sighed, leaning back against the wall. “How long has it been?”
“I don’t know,” the other Wisher admitted. “It feels like an hour. Maybe they’ve abandoned us or something,” he suggested, and I was startled to hear Aspire’s voice from outside the door.
“One minute left!”
“Well, that answers the question,” I concluded. “It’s been six minutes.” The next minute felt like a further seven before Stoneclaw opened the door, Whiteice and I walking tediously back to opposite sides of the circle. I took my place between Leafeh and Mudpool.
“Did anything happen?” Leafeh asked, and I was sure I could detect something more than curiosity in her tone.
“No,” I replied, noticing several girls in the circle looking rather relieved. “I didn’t really want to play this game in the first place.”
“Why’d you join in then?” Mudpool asked. “You didn’t have to. Anyway, who’s next?” he called impatiently.
“I’ll go,” Darkstar offered, and Grassy passed her Sheezy’s green hat (we’d needed something to put all the items in). “Okay, whose is this?” she asked, pulling out a ThunderClan keyring. Before anyone had a chance to say anything further, Blizz appeared as if from nowhere.
“Isn’t this a little... unproductive?” the mayor asked somewhat accusingly.
“Oh, come on, it’s fun!” Pantherstrike encouraged.
Blizz still looked unconvinced. “Are you sure it won’t promote unhealthy fan-worship?”
Wildshadow sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look... you threw this party because you wanted to cheer us up, not so you could control us all. Lighten up a little. Have some fun – it’s good to relax once in a while.”
At first, Blizz didn’t look terrible pleased, but her face slowly broke out into a smile. “I guess it wouldn’t be terrible. Okay... I’ll join in. But just this once.”
“That’s the spirit!” Rowanoak called from the other side of the circle. At the moment the whole of Wish were gathered in the newly-built town hall: the home of Blizz, our leader. The new design was completed, but we were still discovering new things, such as this empty cupboard. Some repair work had take place after the recent battle; the broken windows had been boarded up, the holes in the wall covered up with paintings, and the blood stains cleaned off. As there seemed to have been so much negative stuff going on, Blizz had decided to throw us all a huge party to cheer us up. It had been working, until I’d got myself dragged into a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven.
“Anyway, that’s mine,” Ashwhisker got back on topic. Darkstar, looking a little surprised, followed him to the cupboard.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” I murmured, leaving the circle. Lately this had been my release for everything... my way of freeing myself from the guilt and loneliness I felt. I wandered over to the bar, where Gloom was working; an array of strangely-coloured cocktails stood before me, each made to a different secret recipe. They all had little tickets next to them, and were named after Warriors characters.
“Dust, I’m very sorry, but you’re going to die in the story I’m writing.”
I stopped, a puzzled look on my face. “That’s... nice to know,” I said hesitantly, raising an eyebrow. “...why?”
“Because I told myself I’d kill off the next person who came to the bar,” she smirked, “and that was you.” Her face turned to seriousness. “So, how’re you enjoying the party?”
“Well...” I paused, thinking back over the evening. “I was, until I ended up in a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven. I’m okay, though... nothing happened.”
Gloometh looked sympathetic. “Aw, I’m sorry, Dust. I hate being in small cupboards. And don’t get me started on the rest.” The scientist turned to the drinks. “Anyway, d’you want anything? They’re all non-alcoholic, but some of them are poisonous. Try to guess which ones!”
“Um...” I hesitated; I wasn’t actually all that thirsty. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Fair enough,” Gloom shrugged as I walked away.
Dust’s P.O.V.
I honestly didn’t know why I’d let them talk me into this. I’d been feeling just fine until a few of the Random Babble crowd said “Come on Dust, join in with our game!”. No... it wasn’t an HF game. It wasn’t even a “What’re You Listening To?” tournament. It was just your average clichéd party game, and now I was stuck in a pitch black cupboard; the only thing visible was the faint outline of Whiteice, a fellow Wisher. This was arguably one of the most awkward situations I’d ever been in. I glanced down at my watch, squinting to try and see the time.
Whiteice was eventually the one to break the silence. “No offence or anything, but I was kind of hoping to get someone else.”
“Just be glad the person you wanted is actually here,” I remarked, “and not three hundred miles away.” I sighed, leaning back against the wall. “How long has it been?”
“I don’t know,” the other Wisher admitted. “It feels like an hour. Maybe they’ve abandoned us or something,” he suggested, and I was startled to hear Aspire’s voice from outside the door.
“One minute left!”
“Well, that answers the question,” I concluded. “It’s been six minutes.” The next minute felt like a further seven before Stoneclaw opened the door, Whiteice and I walking tediously back to opposite sides of the circle. I took my place between Leafeh and Mudpool.
“Did anything happen?” Leafeh asked, and I was sure I could detect something more than curiosity in her tone.
“No,” I replied, noticing several girls in the circle looking rather relieved. “I didn’t really want to play this game in the first place.”
“Why’d you join in then?” Mudpool asked. “You didn’t have to. Anyway, who’s next?” he called impatiently.
“I’ll go,” Darkstar offered, and Grassy passed her Sheezy’s green hat (we’d needed something to put all the items in). “Okay, whose is this?” she asked, pulling out a ThunderClan keyring. Before anyone had a chance to say anything further, Blizz appeared as if from nowhere.
“Isn’t this a little... unproductive?” the mayor asked somewhat accusingly.
“Oh, come on, it’s fun!” Pantherstrike encouraged.
Blizz still looked unconvinced. “Are you sure it won’t promote unhealthy fan-worship?”
Wildshadow sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look... you threw this party because you wanted to cheer us up, not so you could control us all. Lighten up a little. Have some fun – it’s good to relax once in a while.”
At first, Blizz didn’t look terrible pleased, but her face slowly broke out into a smile. “I guess it wouldn’t be terrible. Okay... I’ll join in. But just this once.”
“That’s the spirit!” Rowanoak called from the other side of the circle. At the moment the whole of Wish were gathered in the newly-built town hall: the home of Blizz, our leader. The new design was completed, but we were still discovering new things, such as this empty cupboard. Some repair work had take place after the recent battle; the broken windows had been boarded up, the holes in the wall covered up with paintings, and the blood stains cleaned off. As there seemed to have been so much negative stuff going on, Blizz had decided to throw us all a huge party to cheer us up. It had been working, until I’d got myself dragged into a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven.
“Anyway, that’s mine,” Ashwhisker got back on topic. Darkstar, looking a little surprised, followed him to the cupboard.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” I murmured, leaving the circle. Lately this had been my release for everything... my way of freeing myself from the guilt and loneliness I felt. I wandered over to the bar, where Gloom was working; an array of strangely-coloured cocktails stood before me, each made to a different secret recipe. They all had little tickets next to them, and were named after Warriors characters.
“Dust, I’m very sorry, but you’re going to die in the story I’m writing.”
I stopped, a puzzled look on my face. “That’s... nice to know,” I said hesitantly, raising an eyebrow. “...why?”
“Because I told myself I’d kill off the next person who came to the bar,” she smirked, “and that was you.” Her face turned to seriousness. “So, how’re you enjoying the party?”
“Well...” I paused, thinking back over the evening. “I was, until I ended up in a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven. I’m okay, though... nothing happened.”
Gloometh looked sympathetic. “Aw, I’m sorry, Dust. I hate being in small cupboards. And don’t get me started on the rest.” The scientist turned to the drinks. “Anyway, d’you want anything? They’re all non-alcoholic, but some of them are poisonous. Try to guess which ones!”
“Um...” I hesitated; I wasn’t actually all that thirsty. “I think I’ll pass.”
“Fair enough,” Gloom shrugged as I walked away.
