*A/N: I don't own the concept of Dinotopia, I just play in it. All original
characters are mine, so please as before using them. Way OOC for Dinotopia.
Rated PG-13 for a possible occurrence of swearing, and some drug
references. I don't condone what's being done here. Any similarities
between characters and real life are coincidental. BD, SP*
"Silence," Chapter One
Sauropolis
Anthony scoffed at the Dinotopian way of life. The people here led a life of ease and comfort and ignorance. They lived completely without the amenities of the Outside World. They used grass or wood as fuel. Rarely did they burn even coal. Gasoline and automobiles were the things of science fiction; the things of the ancient society of Posidos. He couldn't go to the movies, as they didn't exist. Dinotopia existed in a completely different era.
And Dinotopians were defenseless. Rarely did they carry a weapon. Anthony carried a small knife out of sheer habit. And still, they incessantly nagged. "Weapons are enemies, even to their owners," they'd tell him. His response, "Then here are my weapons, my empty hands."
Anthony hated it.
But he wasn't alone. A small collection of fellow dolphinbacks and a few natives enchanted by the tales of the dolphinbacks about the Outside, they all found their way together, in the Underground. Here, they could talk and discuss freely what they felt. Practice what they believed. Anthony didn't feel left out here. Here he could live the pace he lived in the Outside World, enjoy what he did in the Outside World without inane creeds being spouted at him.
"Eat to live, don't live to eat," He laughed as he took a bite of a ripe fruit that was considered a delicacy on the Island. Marrietta, a fellow dolphinback, had liberated it from a fruit vendor on the streets with the promise to plant the seeds in return.
On Dinotopia, it was hard to steal. Everything had a price of manual labor or a trade of some sort. To steal was to make empty promises. To make empty promises, you didn't cheat anyone out of money. Dinotopians don't use currency, thus it is hard to steal anything.
"Watch it there, 'Tony, don't want the proper-patrol on you again." Marrietta laughed in return.
"They know where they can shove it. I told them yesterday." Anthony said, spitting one of the seeds on the ground.
"Ah, they'll never let you be, will they, 'Tony?" A black-haired native asked.
"Nope. Hey, 'Vonne, why'd you find us out, anyway? You're a native." Anthony looked quizzically at the native.
She brushed a strand of purple away from her pale face and re-set it amongst the black sea of hair. "I'm a Goth. I just don't fit into normal society. At least, that's what Yellow told me."
"I see your point." Anthony grunted, looking Yvonne over, from her mess of dyed black and purple hair, over her paled face and black pouty lips to the sexy halter-top and long black skirt that lay on her thin frame almost perfectly.
His gaze was turned towards the ceiling of the Underground as a few small birds escaped to the outside air. The whole Underground complex was a series of catacombs below the streets of Sauropolis where the humans and saurians of ages past buried their dead. Where it once was a sacred place, they had given up the tangle of tunnels for mausoleums above ground. Falling into disarray, the group found the secret entrances and penetrated deep underground. Those who were scorned by society outside or they who refused to accept it were welcome. The Underground was a place to find commonalities.
The rumble of skateboard wheels on the cobbles of catacombs hailed Chad's arrival to the party. Chad hopped off the board and smoothly landed in a chair that had been set up. His frame was well-muscled, resting at over six feet tall. Outside, he was skilled on the skateboard, here, he was yelled at for practicing his passion. He settled his hair with one hand and held out another to Yvonne.
"Good to see you, Chad." Yvonne said, slipping into his lap.
"Yellow must hate me. He gave me bad scores for no reason. My family checked over my work and said it was alright." Chad grumbled, wrapping an arm around Yvonne's waist. "At least we're in the same boat, 'Vonne."
"Yellow is a horrible little dinosaur." Yvonne said.
"We could do something about that." Anthony grinned, leaning heavily on the back of the chair Chad and Yvonne lounged in.
"What are you thinking, 'Tony. That's a mischievous grin you've got there." Marrietta said, coming up behind him.
"Marr, why do you always gotta think I'm plotting something?" Anthony smiled and looked up at the frescoed ceiling. "Well, I am plotting this time."
"Give, 'Tony." Marrietta poked gently at Anthony's side.
"Yeah, spill it, dude. You know I hate secrets!" Chad encouraged.
"Maybe. Just maybe, we could." Anthony smiled. "Naw.you guys wouldn't go along with it."
"Bastard! Just tell us!" Yvonne said.
"Fine then. I'm thinking we could take over this place." Anthony was grinning, and yet, looked thoughtful
"Over Sauropolis?" Marrieta asked.
"Well, yes, but think, the whole stinkin' Island! We can change it to suit us! Finally be accepted!" Anthony moved away.
"What gave you that crazy idea, 'Tony?" Yvonne asked.
"Dinotopians are push-overs. They're peaceful and easy to control. We've all tried it. And on my recent trip to Chandara, I found they have some unhappy citizens there as well. What do you say; we connect with the Chandarans and plot?"
"We can try. How're we gonna get a hold of them, anyway?" Yvonne was smiling.
"Dimorphodon, of course." Anthony shrugged. "Or we could take a trip there."
"I have always wanted to visit Chandara." Marrietta said.
"I'll go with you, Marr. There's about six of them out there. There may be some in Waterfall City and Pooktook." Anthony walked to the door of the chamber they were in. Faint sunlight peeked through the cracks in the walls and ceiling.
"Imagine it." Anthony said, turning suddenly, grin gracing his face. He walked back towards the group. "We can make Dinotopia a-new! We can bring all the amenities we love to this land. We'll have cars! And plastics! Oh, even the simple things I miss!"
"I could finally hear some of the Outside's music. I know many dolphinbacks who have CDs but nothing to play them with." Yvonne said, cracking a smile.
"So when should we leave?" Marrietta asked, making for the door. "I can get us rations. It's really not that hard."
"That'd be wonderful." Anthony said. "Maybe I can convince Silver to take us there. I'll just borrow a cart."
"Silver? Who's what?" Chad asked.
"Silver is a Triceratops I know. He lives in the north of the city. He used to travel the paths often. I'm sure if we offered to do things around his place he'd help us out." Anthony said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm leaving now. Dinner calls me out." He smiled and left.
"I'm with him." Marrietta said, following close behind.
"You goin, 'Vonne?" Chad asked the little Goth.
"Not sure. I think I may try to find someone with some good acid. Nothing like that bullshit I got last week. That was trash. Wanna come along?" She asked, hopping off Chad's lap and extending a pale hand.
"'Vonne, you know I hate that stuff." Chad shook his head. "But I can come to laugh at you, if you'd like."
"That'd be good." Yvonne smiled as she walked deeper into the catacombs.
"Silence," Chapter One
Sauropolis
Anthony scoffed at the Dinotopian way of life. The people here led a life of ease and comfort and ignorance. They lived completely without the amenities of the Outside World. They used grass or wood as fuel. Rarely did they burn even coal. Gasoline and automobiles were the things of science fiction; the things of the ancient society of Posidos. He couldn't go to the movies, as they didn't exist. Dinotopia existed in a completely different era.
And Dinotopians were defenseless. Rarely did they carry a weapon. Anthony carried a small knife out of sheer habit. And still, they incessantly nagged. "Weapons are enemies, even to their owners," they'd tell him. His response, "Then here are my weapons, my empty hands."
Anthony hated it.
But he wasn't alone. A small collection of fellow dolphinbacks and a few natives enchanted by the tales of the dolphinbacks about the Outside, they all found their way together, in the Underground. Here, they could talk and discuss freely what they felt. Practice what they believed. Anthony didn't feel left out here. Here he could live the pace he lived in the Outside World, enjoy what he did in the Outside World without inane creeds being spouted at him.
"Eat to live, don't live to eat," He laughed as he took a bite of a ripe fruit that was considered a delicacy on the Island. Marrietta, a fellow dolphinback, had liberated it from a fruit vendor on the streets with the promise to plant the seeds in return.
On Dinotopia, it was hard to steal. Everything had a price of manual labor or a trade of some sort. To steal was to make empty promises. To make empty promises, you didn't cheat anyone out of money. Dinotopians don't use currency, thus it is hard to steal anything.
"Watch it there, 'Tony, don't want the proper-patrol on you again." Marrietta laughed in return.
"They know where they can shove it. I told them yesterday." Anthony said, spitting one of the seeds on the ground.
"Ah, they'll never let you be, will they, 'Tony?" A black-haired native asked.
"Nope. Hey, 'Vonne, why'd you find us out, anyway? You're a native." Anthony looked quizzically at the native.
She brushed a strand of purple away from her pale face and re-set it amongst the black sea of hair. "I'm a Goth. I just don't fit into normal society. At least, that's what Yellow told me."
"I see your point." Anthony grunted, looking Yvonne over, from her mess of dyed black and purple hair, over her paled face and black pouty lips to the sexy halter-top and long black skirt that lay on her thin frame almost perfectly.
His gaze was turned towards the ceiling of the Underground as a few small birds escaped to the outside air. The whole Underground complex was a series of catacombs below the streets of Sauropolis where the humans and saurians of ages past buried their dead. Where it once was a sacred place, they had given up the tangle of tunnels for mausoleums above ground. Falling into disarray, the group found the secret entrances and penetrated deep underground. Those who were scorned by society outside or they who refused to accept it were welcome. The Underground was a place to find commonalities.
The rumble of skateboard wheels on the cobbles of catacombs hailed Chad's arrival to the party. Chad hopped off the board and smoothly landed in a chair that had been set up. His frame was well-muscled, resting at over six feet tall. Outside, he was skilled on the skateboard, here, he was yelled at for practicing his passion. He settled his hair with one hand and held out another to Yvonne.
"Good to see you, Chad." Yvonne said, slipping into his lap.
"Yellow must hate me. He gave me bad scores for no reason. My family checked over my work and said it was alright." Chad grumbled, wrapping an arm around Yvonne's waist. "At least we're in the same boat, 'Vonne."
"Yellow is a horrible little dinosaur." Yvonne said.
"We could do something about that." Anthony grinned, leaning heavily on the back of the chair Chad and Yvonne lounged in.
"What are you thinking, 'Tony. That's a mischievous grin you've got there." Marrietta said, coming up behind him.
"Marr, why do you always gotta think I'm plotting something?" Anthony smiled and looked up at the frescoed ceiling. "Well, I am plotting this time."
"Give, 'Tony." Marrietta poked gently at Anthony's side.
"Yeah, spill it, dude. You know I hate secrets!" Chad encouraged.
"Maybe. Just maybe, we could." Anthony smiled. "Naw.you guys wouldn't go along with it."
"Bastard! Just tell us!" Yvonne said.
"Fine then. I'm thinking we could take over this place." Anthony was grinning, and yet, looked thoughtful
"Over Sauropolis?" Marrieta asked.
"Well, yes, but think, the whole stinkin' Island! We can change it to suit us! Finally be accepted!" Anthony moved away.
"What gave you that crazy idea, 'Tony?" Yvonne asked.
"Dinotopians are push-overs. They're peaceful and easy to control. We've all tried it. And on my recent trip to Chandara, I found they have some unhappy citizens there as well. What do you say; we connect with the Chandarans and plot?"
"We can try. How're we gonna get a hold of them, anyway?" Yvonne was smiling.
"Dimorphodon, of course." Anthony shrugged. "Or we could take a trip there."
"I have always wanted to visit Chandara." Marrietta said.
"I'll go with you, Marr. There's about six of them out there. There may be some in Waterfall City and Pooktook." Anthony walked to the door of the chamber they were in. Faint sunlight peeked through the cracks in the walls and ceiling.
"Imagine it." Anthony said, turning suddenly, grin gracing his face. He walked back towards the group. "We can make Dinotopia a-new! We can bring all the amenities we love to this land. We'll have cars! And plastics! Oh, even the simple things I miss!"
"I could finally hear some of the Outside's music. I know many dolphinbacks who have CDs but nothing to play them with." Yvonne said, cracking a smile.
"So when should we leave?" Marrietta asked, making for the door. "I can get us rations. It's really not that hard."
"That'd be wonderful." Anthony said. "Maybe I can convince Silver to take us there. I'll just borrow a cart."
"Silver? Who's what?" Chad asked.
"Silver is a Triceratops I know. He lives in the north of the city. He used to travel the paths often. I'm sure if we offered to do things around his place he'd help us out." Anthony said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm leaving now. Dinner calls me out." He smiled and left.
"I'm with him." Marrietta said, following close behind.
"You goin, 'Vonne?" Chad asked the little Goth.
"Not sure. I think I may try to find someone with some good acid. Nothing like that bullshit I got last week. That was trash. Wanna come along?" She asked, hopping off Chad's lap and extending a pale hand.
"'Vonne, you know I hate that stuff." Chad shook his head. "But I can come to laugh at you, if you'd like."
"That'd be good." Yvonne smiled as she walked deeper into the catacombs.