Jysella: well.I'm back and it only took me a whole summer
Numbuh four: cruddy teenager
Jysella: I had other issues to deal with:: moves arm revealing a tattered straight jacket::
Sachi: ::smiles triumphantly holding pixi-stix::
Numbuh five: can we just move on with the story?
Jysella: yes, no wait. this chapter is dedicated to paparazzi because. well I'm sure I had a reason
Audience of delusions: she dedicated a chapter to you?
Jysella: oh yeah.. Well anyway I own nothing except my characters. the clothes on my back were repossessed
Audience of delusions: so don't sue.
Numbuh three: you flipped it
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Chapter the third
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Innocence. Pure innocence, that was the only way she was described. Walking through the train station in her pure blue dress, buying tickets, pristine stockings gleaming, and sleeping on the train with her hair flailing about her shoulders she looked innocent. She was supposed to look innocent. Wandering up a desolate street with her large suitcase bearing it's weight on her hurt arm she didn't wince, a sweet smile remained on her face. The same smile that still graced it as she stood at her destination staring up at a large tree house protruding from a house that no one in the neighborhood seemed to perceive as odd. She walked up the broken overgrown concrete pathway and rang the doorbell wondering vaguely why the team hadn't assembled to meet her.
As she waited, the girl glanced about the yard with a practiced eye. The toys scattered about, hidden in the overgrown grass, screamed the presence of five distinct personalities but did little to attract the eye. Indeed the toys hardly seemed to overfill the yard and many of them lacked the air of permanence toys belonging to the household bore. Mentally the girl noted these observations before turning her attention back to the door, the still closed door.
'Where the hell are they' she wondered readjusting her suitcase. The weight settled uncomfortably on her left side and she contemplated putting it down. but only briefly; Her thoughts were interrupted by a chill wind and she shivered in spite of herself. Though it was august, it was chilly and, to top the frigid air, the sun was lowering in its peak.
'I've been here five minutes', she thought impatiently ' why aren't they here' she glanced about the yard once more, noting various imperfections that would have been glanced over had her mood been better, and settled herself on the stoop. Her medicine was beginning to wear off and she suspicion the chill had as much to do with her steadily declining disposition as it did the weather.
Her mind ached from the day's activity and she longed for a hot shower. Her head pounding as it was she saw no reason why she should torment her senses further by keeping her accursed brown lenses in. Carefully she reached a shaking hand to her eye and removed the brown film revealing the bright lavender orb beneath. She sighed with instant relief and sunk further to the stoop, releasing a frosty batch of steam to the night air.
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Beaten and battered, worn and bruised, they returned. Limping their way up the street rubbing their backsides with a variety of painful expressions clouding normally cheerful twelve-year old faces. They were tired, the five of them, after a day of fighting foes they were hardly able to vanquish, and it was tiring. Numbuh one, walking at a clip far slower then he usually favored, kept his eyes fixated on a never moving spot in front of him, forcing his chin and bald head to be tilted forward. Beside him limped Numbuh five, her braid, having come apart at some junction in the fight, was spewing crooked strands of black wire that normally passed for her hair, the girls hat was torn in places that were matched on her shirt and shorts. She was in bad shape but her clothes appeared brand new when compared to the remainder of Numbuh three's shirt. The cheerful Asian girl was leaning against the blonde Australian, her hair held out of her dirt- smudged face by a torn strand of green fabric. Around her arms small bands of the same material were tied in an attempt to stave off blood and infection, about her wrist remained the only surviving portion of her shirt. Numbuh four shifted his weight slightly, displacing the girl enough that she lost her balance and fell to the pavement, landing on the cushion Numbuh four's orange hoodie, the only clothes she was wearing, provided. The party stopped the zombie-like march at the sound of their comrade falling and watched through tired eyes as Numbuh four sighed, readjusted his jeans and picked the girl up. She smiled up at him in relief only to have it melt away when she saw his eyes.
"Numbuh four?" she said questioningly, the sound was strange to her ears as it was the first she'd heard since the fight.
"Yeah" he'd answered after a pause, carefully he readjusted his arms and continued walking, ignoring the lagging Numbuh two with broken fight glasses in hand.
"It'll be okay, right?" Numbuh four looked down at her and smiled. He looked thoughtful for a second as they walked, bruises beginning to form around his eye, before nodding gravely.
"Yeah, it'll all be fine" he said, stumbling on an unforeseen crack in the sidewalk causing Numbuh three to squeal in pain.
"Numbuh five is sure she can walk on her own," the capped agent said. Shrugging Numbuh four steadied Numbuh three on her feet and began to walk. Little was said between the five until they neared their base when a figure at the door made its presence known. Dressed all in blue with a large suitcase, Numbuh one passed her off as naught more then a door to door salesman, as she far surpassed the average girl scout height and Lizzie was a little, to put this delicately, out of the picture, but as they grew closer they could see she was far too young for such a job.
"Who is that?" Numbuh two asked the air, as he hadn't expected a response. The others shrugged.
"Perhaps an investigation is in order, Numbuh five," the stealth agent groaned at the task but never the less slunk off to the side of the road and vanished in the bushes. Unbeknownst to the kids next door the figure smirked, 'must be them, right off time', she thought remaining on her post. Numbuh five looked at the shadowy figure, a young girl, as she snuck in. Creeping closer the details of her appearance bloomed; a suitcase filled with unknown items, wildly outdated clothing, faked innocence, tanned skin, brown hair streaked red, one brown eye and one lavender. Quickly she added the information in her mind, "teenager" she screamed rolling from the bushes with renewed energy.
"Kids next door, battle stations!" Numbuh one screamed seconds after the alarm to a back chorus of groans.
"Five" the capped agent called through gritted teeth as she launched a large dollop of cheese wiz at the unknown girl. Sang quickly sidestepped the gooey substance and was about to respond when her cell phone rang.
"Lousy timing you've got," she screamed as she dove from a second attack. Ignoring Numbuh fours screech of his own name she grabbed for her suitcase. "Now where is that damned thing?" she asked no one while digging through her bag. The accursed item rang again as Numbuh four moved in for an attack. Numbuh three sat on the grass in awe as she watched the fight. The unidentified teenager seemed unconcerned by the events unfolding around her.
"Oh yeah," she said, smiling, "my hat!" she removed the hat letting loose a cascade of long crimson hair. "Well that's just going to get in the way" she said taking a step just out of the reach of the charging Numbuh four and opening her cell phone at the same time.
"Yo," she called into the receiver as four hit the side of the house. "What do you mean they haven't read the mail yet?" she screamed over Numbuh three who was preparing for her part in the fight. " Well that's just great but what am I supposed to do" the Asian girl tripped over a sleeve of Numbuh four's bulky sweater and hit the grass, hard. "That won't work at all" Numbuh two looked at Numbuh one, who nodded his assent.
"Must I?" he asked whining; Numbuh one pushed him to battle where he promptly tripped over Numbuh three and suffered a similar fate.
"Well they are attacking me," the girl stated obviously vexed. Numbuh one sighed.
"If you want something done right," he said through gritted teeth while activating his jet shoes. At high speed he charged towards sang with splanker in hand. The girl sighed, "I guess I could do that, but the maintenance test is out" she said preparing to raise her briefcase.
"One" the bald agent called seconds before hitting the large suitcase. Not having anticipated this he flew to the grass.
"No kidding?" sang asked in the newly acquired silence "Okay, great, thank you. Bye." She hung up the phone and surveyed her surroundings. The capped agent was busily helping Numbuh one off the ground, Numbuh four was groggily rubbing his head and Numbuh three was trying to untangle her hair from a weapon Numbuh two had been carrying.
"Sorry?" she said extending a hand to help Numbuh four up. The blonde boy ignored her had and rose to his feet to assist Numbuh three. Despite her confusion the girl mentally noted this, cataloging it as useful information.
"Who are you?" Numbuh one asked, having returned to his senses.
"Fate," She answered simply, "and you've got mail."
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Jysella: well that's my shortest chapter to date
Numbuh four: lazy teenager
Jysella: shut up I had schoolwork. Yes, schoolwork
Sachi: sure Jysa, summer schoolwork.
Jysella: shut up! ::menacingly holds up cell phone::
Sachi: nyeh, nyeh ^_- ::eating pixi-stix::
Jysella: I'll admit alien nine was, wait, oh I'll get you ::calls Numbuh five:: delusions,
Audience of delusions: read and review. flames will be used for Jysella's homework
Jysella: yeah Bunsen burners are expensive; I broke twenty of them in my plot to take over the scho-I mean when I accidentally blew up the science lab
Numbuh four: cruddy teenager
Jysella: I had other issues to deal with:: moves arm revealing a tattered straight jacket::
Sachi: ::smiles triumphantly holding pixi-stix::
Numbuh five: can we just move on with the story?
Jysella: yes, no wait. this chapter is dedicated to paparazzi because. well I'm sure I had a reason
Audience of delusions: she dedicated a chapter to you?
Jysella: oh yeah.. Well anyway I own nothing except my characters. the clothes on my back were repossessed
Audience of delusions: so don't sue.
Numbuh three: you flipped it
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Chapter the third
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Innocence. Pure innocence, that was the only way she was described. Walking through the train station in her pure blue dress, buying tickets, pristine stockings gleaming, and sleeping on the train with her hair flailing about her shoulders she looked innocent. She was supposed to look innocent. Wandering up a desolate street with her large suitcase bearing it's weight on her hurt arm she didn't wince, a sweet smile remained on her face. The same smile that still graced it as she stood at her destination staring up at a large tree house protruding from a house that no one in the neighborhood seemed to perceive as odd. She walked up the broken overgrown concrete pathway and rang the doorbell wondering vaguely why the team hadn't assembled to meet her.
As she waited, the girl glanced about the yard with a practiced eye. The toys scattered about, hidden in the overgrown grass, screamed the presence of five distinct personalities but did little to attract the eye. Indeed the toys hardly seemed to overfill the yard and many of them lacked the air of permanence toys belonging to the household bore. Mentally the girl noted these observations before turning her attention back to the door, the still closed door.
'Where the hell are they' she wondered readjusting her suitcase. The weight settled uncomfortably on her left side and she contemplated putting it down. but only briefly; Her thoughts were interrupted by a chill wind and she shivered in spite of herself. Though it was august, it was chilly and, to top the frigid air, the sun was lowering in its peak.
'I've been here five minutes', she thought impatiently ' why aren't they here' she glanced about the yard once more, noting various imperfections that would have been glanced over had her mood been better, and settled herself on the stoop. Her medicine was beginning to wear off and she suspicion the chill had as much to do with her steadily declining disposition as it did the weather.
Her mind ached from the day's activity and she longed for a hot shower. Her head pounding as it was she saw no reason why she should torment her senses further by keeping her accursed brown lenses in. Carefully she reached a shaking hand to her eye and removed the brown film revealing the bright lavender orb beneath. She sighed with instant relief and sunk further to the stoop, releasing a frosty batch of steam to the night air.
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Beaten and battered, worn and bruised, they returned. Limping their way up the street rubbing their backsides with a variety of painful expressions clouding normally cheerful twelve-year old faces. They were tired, the five of them, after a day of fighting foes they were hardly able to vanquish, and it was tiring. Numbuh one, walking at a clip far slower then he usually favored, kept his eyes fixated on a never moving spot in front of him, forcing his chin and bald head to be tilted forward. Beside him limped Numbuh five, her braid, having come apart at some junction in the fight, was spewing crooked strands of black wire that normally passed for her hair, the girls hat was torn in places that were matched on her shirt and shorts. She was in bad shape but her clothes appeared brand new when compared to the remainder of Numbuh three's shirt. The cheerful Asian girl was leaning against the blonde Australian, her hair held out of her dirt- smudged face by a torn strand of green fabric. Around her arms small bands of the same material were tied in an attempt to stave off blood and infection, about her wrist remained the only surviving portion of her shirt. Numbuh four shifted his weight slightly, displacing the girl enough that she lost her balance and fell to the pavement, landing on the cushion Numbuh four's orange hoodie, the only clothes she was wearing, provided. The party stopped the zombie-like march at the sound of their comrade falling and watched through tired eyes as Numbuh four sighed, readjusted his jeans and picked the girl up. She smiled up at him in relief only to have it melt away when she saw his eyes.
"Numbuh four?" she said questioningly, the sound was strange to her ears as it was the first she'd heard since the fight.
"Yeah" he'd answered after a pause, carefully he readjusted his arms and continued walking, ignoring the lagging Numbuh two with broken fight glasses in hand.
"It'll be okay, right?" Numbuh four looked down at her and smiled. He looked thoughtful for a second as they walked, bruises beginning to form around his eye, before nodding gravely.
"Yeah, it'll all be fine" he said, stumbling on an unforeseen crack in the sidewalk causing Numbuh three to squeal in pain.
"Numbuh five is sure she can walk on her own," the capped agent said. Shrugging Numbuh four steadied Numbuh three on her feet and began to walk. Little was said between the five until they neared their base when a figure at the door made its presence known. Dressed all in blue with a large suitcase, Numbuh one passed her off as naught more then a door to door salesman, as she far surpassed the average girl scout height and Lizzie was a little, to put this delicately, out of the picture, but as they grew closer they could see she was far too young for such a job.
"Who is that?" Numbuh two asked the air, as he hadn't expected a response. The others shrugged.
"Perhaps an investigation is in order, Numbuh five," the stealth agent groaned at the task but never the less slunk off to the side of the road and vanished in the bushes. Unbeknownst to the kids next door the figure smirked, 'must be them, right off time', she thought remaining on her post. Numbuh five looked at the shadowy figure, a young girl, as she snuck in. Creeping closer the details of her appearance bloomed; a suitcase filled with unknown items, wildly outdated clothing, faked innocence, tanned skin, brown hair streaked red, one brown eye and one lavender. Quickly she added the information in her mind, "teenager" she screamed rolling from the bushes with renewed energy.
"Kids next door, battle stations!" Numbuh one screamed seconds after the alarm to a back chorus of groans.
"Five" the capped agent called through gritted teeth as she launched a large dollop of cheese wiz at the unknown girl. Sang quickly sidestepped the gooey substance and was about to respond when her cell phone rang.
"Lousy timing you've got," she screamed as she dove from a second attack. Ignoring Numbuh fours screech of his own name she grabbed for her suitcase. "Now where is that damned thing?" she asked no one while digging through her bag. The accursed item rang again as Numbuh four moved in for an attack. Numbuh three sat on the grass in awe as she watched the fight. The unidentified teenager seemed unconcerned by the events unfolding around her.
"Oh yeah," she said, smiling, "my hat!" she removed the hat letting loose a cascade of long crimson hair. "Well that's just going to get in the way" she said taking a step just out of the reach of the charging Numbuh four and opening her cell phone at the same time.
"Yo," she called into the receiver as four hit the side of the house. "What do you mean they haven't read the mail yet?" she screamed over Numbuh three who was preparing for her part in the fight. " Well that's just great but what am I supposed to do" the Asian girl tripped over a sleeve of Numbuh four's bulky sweater and hit the grass, hard. "That won't work at all" Numbuh two looked at Numbuh one, who nodded his assent.
"Must I?" he asked whining; Numbuh one pushed him to battle where he promptly tripped over Numbuh three and suffered a similar fate.
"Well they are attacking me," the girl stated obviously vexed. Numbuh one sighed.
"If you want something done right," he said through gritted teeth while activating his jet shoes. At high speed he charged towards sang with splanker in hand. The girl sighed, "I guess I could do that, but the maintenance test is out" she said preparing to raise her briefcase.
"One" the bald agent called seconds before hitting the large suitcase. Not having anticipated this he flew to the grass.
"No kidding?" sang asked in the newly acquired silence "Okay, great, thank you. Bye." She hung up the phone and surveyed her surroundings. The capped agent was busily helping Numbuh one off the ground, Numbuh four was groggily rubbing his head and Numbuh three was trying to untangle her hair from a weapon Numbuh two had been carrying.
"Sorry?" she said extending a hand to help Numbuh four up. The blonde boy ignored her had and rose to his feet to assist Numbuh three. Despite her confusion the girl mentally noted this, cataloging it as useful information.
"Who are you?" Numbuh one asked, having returned to his senses.
"Fate," She answered simply, "and you've got mail."
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Jysella: well that's my shortest chapter to date
Numbuh four: lazy teenager
Jysella: shut up I had schoolwork. Yes, schoolwork
Sachi: sure Jysa, summer schoolwork.
Jysella: shut up! ::menacingly holds up cell phone::
Sachi: nyeh, nyeh ^_- ::eating pixi-stix::
Jysella: I'll admit alien nine was, wait, oh I'll get you ::calls Numbuh five:: delusions,
Audience of delusions: read and review. flames will be used for Jysella's homework
Jysella: yeah Bunsen burners are expensive; I broke twenty of them in my plot to take over the scho-I mean when I accidentally blew up the science lab