Jess the Battlemage(JTB): Well, well I actually wrote something. very odd.
SK01(Sora Kamiya01): You didn't write it on your own Baka, I wrote some of it
JTB: I wrote most of this Revised Version on my own though. by being much, MUCH more descriptive. originally this little part was like six sentences total.
SK01: I guess I have to give you that one.
JTB: Anyway I don't own Digimon or the song "Shout 2000" by Disturbed
SK01: Or the character of Kayla. I own her
JTB: True. But I do own the character of Jessy. anyway on with the story
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Interrupted Timeline: Prologue
At opposite end's of Canada two fourteen year olds, a boy and a girl, are sitting at their computers. completely unaware of the fate that lies ahead of them.
Somewhere in British Columbia 9:00am
A tall teenage boy with shoulder length dirty blond hair yawned as he walked up the stairs from his room in the basement. Stretching slightly he walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer on the bottom of the fridge. He reached in and grabbed a bag of bagels, the teen reached in and pulled out a plain bagel. After placing the bagels into the freezer he cut the bagel in half and put it into the toaster. Due to the hot summer weather he was wearing black mesh shorts and a black t-shirt.
As he waited for his bagel to finish toasting he walked over to his computer, which was still on from the night before, and turned on some music. Shout 2000 by Disturbed started booming throughout the living room and kitchen. He heard the small click signaling that his bagel was toasted and walked over to retrieve it from the toaster. "Fuck it's burnt," he swore under his breath, even so it sounded louder then he would have liked, due to his deep voice.
Suddenly the music stopped, he turned around slightly annoyed that his computer had froze again. When he reached the computer it was doing something odd. It looked as if a screen saver of a dark beach had come up. "It better not be a advertisement for some web sites screen savers," he mumbled to himself as he reached for the mouse. He moved the mouse slightly to get the picture of the shadow beach to disappear, when it didn't go away the teen tried clicking the mouse. He sighed as it didn't work again and tried opening the close program window, when it didn't show up he reached down to the computer tower and tried to manually turn off the computer.
He let go of the button when the computer didn't turn off just in time to be sucked into the computer monitor by the roaring vortex that had appeared.
Somewhere in New Brunswick 2:00pm
A teenage girl around the height of five feet six inches sat on her computer typing a story and listening to music. Suddenly she hit the keyboard ", I can't think of what to write," she complained to herself ", I hope I don't have to swallow my pride and ask that baka for ideas." Sighing she saved and closed her story, then she hid the story in a file where her sister, who tended to delete her stories by 'accident', couldn't find it.
She leaned back in the computer chair and her brown hair, that has natural blond highlights, fell back. She was wearing jean shorts and a white tank top because of the heat. She signed on to her MSN and sighed ", Great he's not even online yet," she paused ", well maybe he's not awake yet." She checked her email and found many forewords and chain letters. She didn't bother to read them yet and closed her email then signed out of MSN.
The teen sighed again, stood up and went to the kitchen. Her blue eyes scanned the cupboards and fridge for anything she could eat for lunch, finding nothing she returned to the computer. She let out a frustrated groan ", I'm so bored," the girl exclaimed for probably the fifteenth time that day. Just then the music stopped, she raised an eyebrow and looked at the computer. On her monitor was a image of a shadowy beach. "What the hell is this," the girl murmured as she tried everything to get rid of the image. "ARGH," she yelled ", IT'S JUST NOT GOING AWAY." She slammed her fist on the keyboard again then looked up just in time to realize a vortex had opened and was sucking her in.
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JTB: Well what do you think good, bad, or so-so? R&R
SK01(Sora Kamiya01): You didn't write it on your own Baka, I wrote some of it
JTB: I wrote most of this Revised Version on my own though. by being much, MUCH more descriptive. originally this little part was like six sentences total.
SK01: I guess I have to give you that one.
JTB: Anyway I don't own Digimon or the song "Shout 2000" by Disturbed
SK01: Or the character of Kayla. I own her
JTB: True. But I do own the character of Jessy. anyway on with the story
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Interrupted Timeline: Prologue
At opposite end's of Canada two fourteen year olds, a boy and a girl, are sitting at their computers. completely unaware of the fate that lies ahead of them.
Somewhere in British Columbia 9:00am
A tall teenage boy with shoulder length dirty blond hair yawned as he walked up the stairs from his room in the basement. Stretching slightly he walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer on the bottom of the fridge. He reached in and grabbed a bag of bagels, the teen reached in and pulled out a plain bagel. After placing the bagels into the freezer he cut the bagel in half and put it into the toaster. Due to the hot summer weather he was wearing black mesh shorts and a black t-shirt.
As he waited for his bagel to finish toasting he walked over to his computer, which was still on from the night before, and turned on some music. Shout 2000 by Disturbed started booming throughout the living room and kitchen. He heard the small click signaling that his bagel was toasted and walked over to retrieve it from the toaster. "Fuck it's burnt," he swore under his breath, even so it sounded louder then he would have liked, due to his deep voice.
Suddenly the music stopped, he turned around slightly annoyed that his computer had froze again. When he reached the computer it was doing something odd. It looked as if a screen saver of a dark beach had come up. "It better not be a advertisement for some web sites screen savers," he mumbled to himself as he reached for the mouse. He moved the mouse slightly to get the picture of the shadow beach to disappear, when it didn't go away the teen tried clicking the mouse. He sighed as it didn't work again and tried opening the close program window, when it didn't show up he reached down to the computer tower and tried to manually turn off the computer.
He let go of the button when the computer didn't turn off just in time to be sucked into the computer monitor by the roaring vortex that had appeared.
Somewhere in New Brunswick 2:00pm
A teenage girl around the height of five feet six inches sat on her computer typing a story and listening to music. Suddenly she hit the keyboard ", I can't think of what to write," she complained to herself ", I hope I don't have to swallow my pride and ask that baka for ideas." Sighing she saved and closed her story, then she hid the story in a file where her sister, who tended to delete her stories by 'accident', couldn't find it.
She leaned back in the computer chair and her brown hair, that has natural blond highlights, fell back. She was wearing jean shorts and a white tank top because of the heat. She signed on to her MSN and sighed ", Great he's not even online yet," she paused ", well maybe he's not awake yet." She checked her email and found many forewords and chain letters. She didn't bother to read them yet and closed her email then signed out of MSN.
The teen sighed again, stood up and went to the kitchen. Her blue eyes scanned the cupboards and fridge for anything she could eat for lunch, finding nothing she returned to the computer. She let out a frustrated groan ", I'm so bored," the girl exclaimed for probably the fifteenth time that day. Just then the music stopped, she raised an eyebrow and looked at the computer. On her monitor was a image of a shadowy beach. "What the hell is this," the girl murmured as she tried everything to get rid of the image. "ARGH," she yelled ", IT'S JUST NOT GOING AWAY." She slammed her fist on the keyboard again then looked up just in time to realize a vortex had opened and was sucking her in.
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JTB: Well what do you think good, bad, or so-so? R&R