Post by dallas on Feb 17, 2013 17:25:20 GMT -5
Dallas sat on the school swings and remained motionless. The breeze felt nice and the sun felt nicer. It was a spring day at Southpoint Elementary and a young Dallas Amberson felt so alive! She was waiting for her closest friend and ally, Margaret Roe. Margie lived right across from the school so she often ran across to her house to get some toys or equipment for recess. Dallas always sat on the swings to wait for her because Margie said it was dangerous for someone so young to cross the street. It wasn't like she was that much older than Dallas! She was only 4 months older! But Margie alwa's used the "I'm Older" excuse against Dallas and Dallas could never find a good argument against it so she let it be.
She watched as Margaret's door opened and the mass of black curls bounce down the steps. Dallas beamed and jumped off of the swings. She started to run down towards the street to see what toys Margie picked out. Neither of the girls saw a large van barreling down the street.
It all happened in mere seconds. Someone screamed, Margaret froze in the street, something fell from her hands, a horn honked loudly, and Dallas stopped cold.
The tiny figure was shot forward and landed a few feet away from the now stopped car. Before Dallas could think properly she was rushing towards her friend. Out of everyone that day Dallas was the first to see the full consequences of the accident. Her friend was now something entirely different than who she should have been. A broken, messy figure covered in blood. Dallas fell to her knees, and silently reached out to her friends figure. She placed both hands on her friends dress, covering her fingers in blood.
Dallas' young mind could barely process the events going on and it would take her years to sort out what exactly happened. It was a tragic thing for such a young child to go through.
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Such a tragic thing for a young child to go through.
Those were the words in the sentence that Dallas was currently staring at. The newspaper clipping she pulled out from the pile was growing old and weary quickly. She sighed and returned it to the pile.
Keeping newspaper clippings to remind her of her life had always been her thing. She had started with this newspaper clipping and had been doing it ever since. She never really read the stories though, she just used them to help remind her of the event. Sometimes she often actually tried to remember every detail but that often was for naught.
DALLAS: *sigh*
Dallas rose for her spot and looked around her room. She had just moved into this apartment after her previous house had fallen into the ocean. Yes that's right, her house fell into the ocean! Ever since the plauges hit the earth things have pretty much been shit. Goverments fell, wars broke out and everything was a big mess. Dallas had fled from her small town in Oklahoma and set about to fend for herself keeping in contact with a few friends on the miraculously preserved internet. One of these said friends had told her California was supposedly building up a new self-functioing society so she set about to go there.
DALLAS: And now look at where I am...
Dallas was currently in a small apartment provided by the 'governement' who apprantely sympathized with the poor people who had to flee the crumbling part of California. So she was now living in this semi-nice apartment. She had all the basics; a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room and a closet. And that was really all she needed. But that didn't matter at the moment.
DALLAS: I guess I have to get going to that meeting...
DALLAS: How stupid.
Dallas wasn't always such a bitter person and she definetly didn't show it to others. TO others she always seemed the picture of positivity. Even at her Librarian job people always thought she was this warm and kind person. But that was just a mask she used to interact with others. Her true self was very bitter and angry at most people. She blamed everyone but herself with everything wrong in the world. She thought she played the role of a observational character rather well. If this was a novel she'd be the background character that was always there but never noticed. She didn't mind this role at all.
Dallas exited the apartment room and locked the door. She turned around and the straight face of hers faded away and was replaced with a large beaming smile. She walked briskly down the hall and out the door into the cloudy day outside. She looked around her and watched the countless number of people head towards the Meeting Place, which was really just the front steps of town hall. A cool breeze caused a small shiver from Dallas but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Ever since the plauges the entire world's temperature had gone down a little bit. Nothing too staggering but it was noticeable.
Dallas moved swiftly down the sidewalk to Town Hall. She knew that this meeting was mandatory. All meetings about the war were. Dallas knew for a fact that this war was incredibly moronic and was just a power-grabbing move by the leaders of the communities. But apparently there was going to be a big announcement from the leaders regarding the state of the war. Dallas could only hope they would announce an end to the war.
---A WHILE LATER---
Dallas sat on a plastic chair outside Town Hall. The stage was covered with a large curtain. All around her people were engaging in small talk but Dallas remained quiet. Something felt off about this. Usually the leaders were moving around the audience to raise spirits or just being stupid politicians. Yet they were nowhere to be found. THat and a strange ominous prescene that felt almost oppresive could be felt. Dallas mentally prepared herself for whatever was about to happen.
And something did happen.
~~~ : Hello! Hello! And welcome to the start of a new chapter in all of your lives!
The curtains fell back to reveal a tall man standing by a podium. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and he looked quite handsome. He wore a plain black button-up and black suit pants. The most prominent feature was he blazing red eyes that seemed to pierce Dallas' very being.
~~~ : My name in Satan! I shall help facilitate this war between your societies!
Satan smiled a cruel smile and cast his eyes at the audience. Throwing back his arms in a wide accepting yet ominous gesture he declared...
Satan: Let the Second Trial of Man begin!
End Chapter 0 Part 1: Margaret Roe
She watched as Margaret's door opened and the mass of black curls bounce down the steps. Dallas beamed and jumped off of the swings. She started to run down towards the street to see what toys Margie picked out. Neither of the girls saw a large van barreling down the street.
It all happened in mere seconds. Someone screamed, Margaret froze in the street, something fell from her hands, a horn honked loudly, and Dallas stopped cold.
The tiny figure was shot forward and landed a few feet away from the now stopped car. Before Dallas could think properly she was rushing towards her friend. Out of everyone that day Dallas was the first to see the full consequences of the accident. Her friend was now something entirely different than who she should have been. A broken, messy figure covered in blood. Dallas fell to her knees, and silently reached out to her friends figure. She placed both hands on her friends dress, covering her fingers in blood.
Dallas' young mind could barely process the events going on and it would take her years to sort out what exactly happened. It was a tragic thing for such a young child to go through.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Such a tragic thing for a young child to go through.
Those were the words in the sentence that Dallas was currently staring at. The newspaper clipping she pulled out from the pile was growing old and weary quickly. She sighed and returned it to the pile.
Keeping newspaper clippings to remind her of her life had always been her thing. She had started with this newspaper clipping and had been doing it ever since. She never really read the stories though, she just used them to help remind her of the event. Sometimes she often actually tried to remember every detail but that often was for naught.
DALLAS: *sigh*
Dallas rose for her spot and looked around her room. She had just moved into this apartment after her previous house had fallen into the ocean. Yes that's right, her house fell into the ocean! Ever since the plauges hit the earth things have pretty much been shit. Goverments fell, wars broke out and everything was a big mess. Dallas had fled from her small town in Oklahoma and set about to fend for herself keeping in contact with a few friends on the miraculously preserved internet. One of these said friends had told her California was supposedly building up a new self-functioing society so she set about to go there.
DALLAS: And now look at where I am...
Dallas was currently in a small apartment provided by the 'governement' who apprantely sympathized with the poor people who had to flee the crumbling part of California. So she was now living in this semi-nice apartment. She had all the basics; a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room and a closet. And that was really all she needed. But that didn't matter at the moment.
DALLAS: I guess I have to get going to that meeting...
DALLAS: How stupid.
Dallas wasn't always such a bitter person and she definetly didn't show it to others. TO others she always seemed the picture of positivity. Even at her Librarian job people always thought she was this warm and kind person. But that was just a mask she used to interact with others. Her true self was very bitter and angry at most people. She blamed everyone but herself with everything wrong in the world. She thought she played the role of a observational character rather well. If this was a novel she'd be the background character that was always there but never noticed. She didn't mind this role at all.
Dallas exited the apartment room and locked the door. She turned around and the straight face of hers faded away and was replaced with a large beaming smile. She walked briskly down the hall and out the door into the cloudy day outside. She looked around her and watched the countless number of people head towards the Meeting Place, which was really just the front steps of town hall. A cool breeze caused a small shiver from Dallas but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Ever since the plauges the entire world's temperature had gone down a little bit. Nothing too staggering but it was noticeable.
Dallas moved swiftly down the sidewalk to Town Hall. She knew that this meeting was mandatory. All meetings about the war were. Dallas knew for a fact that this war was incredibly moronic and was just a power-grabbing move by the leaders of the communities. But apparently there was going to be a big announcement from the leaders regarding the state of the war. Dallas could only hope they would announce an end to the war.
---A WHILE LATER---
Dallas sat on a plastic chair outside Town Hall. The stage was covered with a large curtain. All around her people were engaging in small talk but Dallas remained quiet. Something felt off about this. Usually the leaders were moving around the audience to raise spirits or just being stupid politicians. Yet they were nowhere to be found. THat and a strange ominous prescene that felt almost oppresive could be felt. Dallas mentally prepared herself for whatever was about to happen.
And something did happen.
~~~ : Hello! Hello! And welcome to the start of a new chapter in all of your lives!
The curtains fell back to reveal a tall man standing by a podium. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and he looked quite handsome. He wore a plain black button-up and black suit pants. The most prominent feature was he blazing red eyes that seemed to pierce Dallas' very being.
~~~ : My name in Satan! I shall help facilitate this war between your societies!
Satan smiled a cruel smile and cast his eyes at the audience. Throwing back his arms in a wide accepting yet ominous gesture he declared...
Satan: Let the Second Trial of Man begin!
End Chapter 0 Part 1: Margaret Roe
