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A Dream (a tale of Ghost and Velocity)
Chapter One: In visions of the dark night
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A seven year old girl walked down the stairs, swinging her hips and waving her arms- dancing to the music playing on her tape-player.
"IVORY!!!" Someone shouted. Turning and looking up the stairs, Ivory cracked up.
She turned off her tape-player, and smiled at the woman. "Ummm....*Laugh* Hi, Mrs. Blake.... Nice.... hair cut...."
"Ivory, when I get my hands on you, I'm GOING TO CHOP OFF YOUR HAIR!!!" Mrs. Blake said; moving some of her bright green, and very uneven, hair out of her dark eyes.
"But.... but....but.... but... I didn't do it.....this time...." Ivory said, getting puppy eyes- not that Mrs. Blake could see them.
Mrs. Blake came the rest of the way down the steps. "DON'T LIE TO ME, MISS NITE!!! I'M GOING TO CHOP OFF *YOUR* HAIR, WE'LL SEE HOW FUNNY IT IS THEN!!!" Mrs. Blake grabbed Ivory by her long- soon to be SHORT- red-orange hair.
Ivory let out a cry of pain at the tug on her hair. "OUCH!!! No fair! I didn't PULL yours when I cu- oops..... I wasn't supposed to say that.... BUT I DIDN'T DYE IT!!" Ivory shouted as she was pulled towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Blake set her down in a chair and got out a pair of scissors.
*SNIP, SNIP, SNIP, SNIP, SNIP* "There. Now for the dye... Drat, I'm out! That will have to wait until tomorrow, before you LEAVE. Because, of course, I'm going to expel you." Mrs. Blake said smugly.
"Ohh....expelled again? I'm on a roll! That'll be the third time this month! So which orphanage am I going to NOW?"
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"Hey kid! Come over here! I wanna show you something!" A boy with short blond hair called. The seven-year-old girl he was talking to ignored him in favor of her chapter book- 'Tarzan'. "Hey kid! Winter Witch! I'm talkin' to you!"
"No thank you, Jonathan Medley Smith." The girl flipped to the next page- page 102- and continued reading. She pushed her long black hair back over her shoulder.
"WHAT?? Are you even listening to me, Witch? And how do you know my name? Wait, let me guess. You went through my head, didn't you, Witch? You were looking for something to get me with!"
"What what, yes, no, no, and I'm afraid you are incorrect, Jonathan Medley Smith." 'Witch' said calmly.
"...I thought I told you to come over here, Witch!" Jonathan yelled angrily. A crowd was gathering by then.
'Witch' didn't bother to answer him. She stood up and grabbed a few 'Nancy Drew' and 'Bobsey Twins' books, then began to walk away from the angry blond boy.
He reached out and grabbed her by her collar. "I think you need to learn your place, Winter!"
'Winter's' eyes unfocused, went blank. "Do I?" She asked quietly. There was an absent-minded tone to her voice.
Jonathan let go and backed away, fear in his eyes. "MR. JANNESON!!! JAIMIE'S DOING IT AGAIN!!!" He shrieked.
The teacher walked in quickly. He sighed, and went over to Jaimie. She was standing in the middle of the room, her arms full of books, and her face and eyes blank. The teacher put his arm on her shoulder. "Jaimie." He said. Though quiet, his voice was sharp.
Jaimie jumped, and stood up very straight. She blinked. "Oh!... I'm sorry, Mr. Larry Samuel Janneson." She said, in her usual soft voice.
He smiled at her. "It's alright. But you need to try not to do that, alright? It scares the other kids."
Jaimie looked down at the floor, tears glistening in her eyes. "I scare them anyway..." She whispered, so quietly that no one heard.
Mr. Janneson put his arm around her shoulders. "How about we go get you some... hot chocolate, okay? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."
"... May I have some warm milk, instead, Mr. Larry Janneson?" Jaimie asked softly. She loopked down at her feet uncomfortably. "If it isn't any trouble, I mean... I could fix it myself, if it's easier..."
"That's alright, I'll fix you some milk. Come on." Janneson looked over at Jonathan. "Would you like some hot coco, Jon?"
"No thank you, Mr. Janneson." Jon said. "The witch has probably poisoned it."
"I don't know where you children get these ideas about a witch living here..." Janneson said to himself as he and Jaimie left.
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Ivory, now sixteen, ran around the track, slowly for her. In fact she was BORED out of her mind. Or as she says it, "I'm bored outta my skull!".
'Jump....run.....run...jump..... bboooorrrrreddd......... This sucks!!' Ivory thought to herself. She came to a stop when the teacher began to talk to another student.
Ivory snuck away from the field and into her room upstairs.
A few hours later...
Ivory snuck into the bathroom that was near the field.
"FINALLY!!!! I wanted to do this, this morning, but night works too! Okay....now for some fun!!" Ivory said to herself. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of black spray paint.
"I...." Ivory wrote over the stalls. "HATE..... SCHOOL!!!!" She backed up and looked at her work with a smile. "AND NOW! For the...GRAND FINALE!!!" Ivory shouted and pulled out a lighter and a thing of lighter oil.
She walked out of the bathroom and let the oil spill onto the ground just in front of the bathroom. "Ready....." She lit her lighter, "Set...." She bent down. "BURN!!!" Ivory lit the oil, and soon the bathroom was in flames.
"I WILL WIN THE ACADEMY AWARD FOR THIS!!"
"IVORY NICOLE NITE!!!" Ivory heard.
She winced and turned around. "I'm gonna get expelled again, huh?" She asked. Her P.E. teacher had her hands on her hips. "That's what I thought.... So.....where am I gonna go now?" Ivory asked with a nervous smile.
"New York Orphanage of Love." (If that's a real orphanage... WE DIDN'T KNOW!!!) The teacher said.
"COOL!!! The BIG APPLE!!! I can cause some REAL damage there! I wonder if I can get Chinese fireworks cheap? This is gonna be SO cool! I can destroy SO much!! I wonder how long I'll be there..."
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Jaimie, now sixteen, gathered up fifty chapter books. 'I wonder how long this'll last me?... I'd better bring some food... I'll be hungry by.... probably the day after tomorrow... If I'm careful, then I'll only need about... hmmm.... a jar of peanut butter and two loaves of bread should do for... say, a week...'
Jaimie concentrated for a moment, then headed for the kitchen. Just as she was putting the bread into her wagon, she heard footsteps outside. She quickly shut the bread drawer, and hugged the wall. The peanut butter would have to wait until the people left.
Mr. Janneson and a sixteen-year-old girl came in. The girl had red-orange hair, with blue tips. Her pale skin was accented by her black clothing- sunglasses, combat boots, cargo pants, long fingerless gloves, and a T- shirt that said 'Yes, in fact, it DOES hurt when I smile'.
'Hmmm... She looks like she'd be fun to hang out with... and like an outsider... maybe I should put off my trip for another week... Nah... If she's still here in a week, when I get back, THEN I'll try to make friends... by then she'd know 'all about' me... The rumor mill is SO funny sometimes!'
She tuned back in to the girl and Mr. Janneson's conversation. "-eat in here. Breakfast is at six AM, lunch is at noon, and dinner is served at six in the evening. All the students eat in here, and yo..." Mr. Janneson said. He trailed off, staring at Jaimie- or where Jaimie was standing. He looked right past her at the wall.
He looked confused for a moment, then continued talking. "And you ca- JAIMIE WINTER!! COME OUT RIGHT NOW!!!"
Jaimie blinked, then let herself become PARTIALLY visible. "How did you know I was here?" She said, in the slightly airy, quiet voice that she always spoke in.
The new girl stared at her, and Mr. Janneson turned to the red/orange head. "Ivory, this is Jaimie Maia Winter. Jaimie, this is Ivory Nicole Nite. Jaimie, I hope you aren't planning another one of your trip-"
"Yo! Wass-up homie!" Ivory said.
"Not much, thank you. And how are you, Ivory Nite?" Jaimie asked, coming ALMOST all the way visible.
"As I was SAYING. Jaimie, you know the punishment for-"
"Aw, not much! Just chillin'! Ya get ma driff? This place is totally wack though!"
"You do that just to scare people, don't you?" Jaimie said, coming the rest of the way visible. Her voice stayed the same as when she was invisible.
"Yeah.... It's easy! I remember one time, I made everyone at the seventeenth orphanage....no maybe it was the nineteenth.... I dunno, anyway! I made everyone at the orphanage think I was from Australia! It was SO totally wicked!! Anyway! This place is SO trippin'!"
"Tripping?"
"Trip-in! I like that word....dunno why....just do.....anyway! Call me Iv'! The friends I've had always did...of course....we didn't stay friends for more then a month most of the time. I tend to get into trouble. I like trouble! I FLIRT with trouble, and it flirts back! Haha! Anyway! Do you have any nicknames? If not, I'll make one up for you."
"Winter Witch, Witch, Winter, Ghost, Cat, or Kit-kat.... And sometimes I'm called Black-cat... Oh, and then there's Brat, Dirt, Trash, Loser, Bookworm, and etc., but I don't get the last ones much because most of the kids are scared of me... Personally, I like Witch, Ghost, and Cat best." Jaimie said, smiling.
"Ohh.....ummmm...okay? I'll just call ya Jame! It's easier..." Ivory said, she smiled weakly... "Hey! Wait, where'd you come from? I didn't see you walk in here..." Ivory asked, getting a thoughtful look on her face.
"I was in here when you came in.... I was getting food..." 'Jame' said.
"I didn't see you....Oh! I bet you're a mutant! Cool! Lemme guess, invisibility?" Ivory asked.
"Mutant?... I don't know... but yes, I can turn invisible, and I can walk through walls-" Jaimie started
Mr. Janneson interrupted her. "Since you two seem to be enjoying each others company, how about YOU show Ivory around, Jaimie." Mr. Janneson suggested, walking out of the kitchen. "Thanks, Jaimie."
Jaimie stared after him, then called, "BAKAYARO!!!!! So, Ivory, what has he shown you so fa-"
*WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"I didn't do anything....yet..... Oh well! Walk me there?" Ivory asked.
"Sure-" Jaimie started.
*WILL JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"I haven't even DONE anything!.. At least, not today... I don't think..." Jaimie said curiously.
"Anyway." Ivory said as they walked out of the kitchen and down a hall, "You have two powers! That's not fair! I only have one.....Man! That so totally sucks!" Ivory pouted.
"Powers?... You can do something too?" Jaimie asked, suprised.
Ivory smiled sweetly. "Yeah! Watch! You see me here. And then-" Ivory disappeared in a blur of color. "I'm here!" She finished, appearing on Jaimie's left.
"So you can teleport?..."
"Ha! No way! Teleporting's a stupid power! I've got a WAY cooler power! SUPER SPEED! Like The Flash! He's my hero!" Ivory said, getting all dramatic. "But there's a major down to having super speed." Ivory said, with a frown.
"What's that?... And you still haven't told me what a mutant is..."
"Well...you see, I-live-about-ten-times-faster-then-everyone-else! Everyone's-sssssooo-slow! And-a-mutant-is-someone-with-the-X-gene,-it's- given-by-your-father.....Human's don't normally like us though! They hate us! 'Cause they're all babies and whimps, and WE have super powers and they don't! They-"
*WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! WILL JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! I REPEAT, WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE AND JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"Oh...guess-we're-taking-to-long...." Ivory said. She grabbed hold of Jaimie's arm, "Hold on tight! You're up for a rollercoaster ride!" And with that Ivory pulled Jaimie with her down the halls at the speed of light, and stopped at the office door. "There. Now we didn't take THAT long, see?"
"OH GOD IVORY!! DON'T EVER, EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!!" Jaimie shrieked. She was half invisible, see through like a ghost. She reached out to open the door, but her hand went through the door knob. "Kuso! As you see, my power has down sides too... Will you knock for me?"
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Mixed/Persona: Please R/R! ^-^
~Persona
And *~*Mixed*~*
A Dream (a tale of Ghost and Velocity)
Chapter One: In visions of the dark night
~~~~~
A seven year old girl walked down the stairs, swinging her hips and waving her arms- dancing to the music playing on her tape-player.
"IVORY!!!" Someone shouted. Turning and looking up the stairs, Ivory cracked up.
She turned off her tape-player, and smiled at the woman. "Ummm....*Laugh* Hi, Mrs. Blake.... Nice.... hair cut...."
"Ivory, when I get my hands on you, I'm GOING TO CHOP OFF YOUR HAIR!!!" Mrs. Blake said; moving some of her bright green, and very uneven, hair out of her dark eyes.
"But.... but....but.... but... I didn't do it.....this time...." Ivory said, getting puppy eyes- not that Mrs. Blake could see them.
Mrs. Blake came the rest of the way down the steps. "DON'T LIE TO ME, MISS NITE!!! I'M GOING TO CHOP OFF *YOUR* HAIR, WE'LL SEE HOW FUNNY IT IS THEN!!!" Mrs. Blake grabbed Ivory by her long- soon to be SHORT- red-orange hair.
Ivory let out a cry of pain at the tug on her hair. "OUCH!!! No fair! I didn't PULL yours when I cu- oops..... I wasn't supposed to say that.... BUT I DIDN'T DYE IT!!" Ivory shouted as she was pulled towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Blake set her down in a chair and got out a pair of scissors.
*SNIP, SNIP, SNIP, SNIP, SNIP* "There. Now for the dye... Drat, I'm out! That will have to wait until tomorrow, before you LEAVE. Because, of course, I'm going to expel you." Mrs. Blake said smugly.
"Ohh....expelled again? I'm on a roll! That'll be the third time this month! So which orphanage am I going to NOW?"
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"Hey kid! Come over here! I wanna show you something!" A boy with short blond hair called. The seven-year-old girl he was talking to ignored him in favor of her chapter book- 'Tarzan'. "Hey kid! Winter Witch! I'm talkin' to you!"
"No thank you, Jonathan Medley Smith." The girl flipped to the next page- page 102- and continued reading. She pushed her long black hair back over her shoulder.
"WHAT?? Are you even listening to me, Witch? And how do you know my name? Wait, let me guess. You went through my head, didn't you, Witch? You were looking for something to get me with!"
"What what, yes, no, no, and I'm afraid you are incorrect, Jonathan Medley Smith." 'Witch' said calmly.
"...I thought I told you to come over here, Witch!" Jonathan yelled angrily. A crowd was gathering by then.
'Witch' didn't bother to answer him. She stood up and grabbed a few 'Nancy Drew' and 'Bobsey Twins' books, then began to walk away from the angry blond boy.
He reached out and grabbed her by her collar. "I think you need to learn your place, Winter!"
'Winter's' eyes unfocused, went blank. "Do I?" She asked quietly. There was an absent-minded tone to her voice.
Jonathan let go and backed away, fear in his eyes. "MR. JANNESON!!! JAIMIE'S DOING IT AGAIN!!!" He shrieked.
The teacher walked in quickly. He sighed, and went over to Jaimie. She was standing in the middle of the room, her arms full of books, and her face and eyes blank. The teacher put his arm on her shoulder. "Jaimie." He said. Though quiet, his voice was sharp.
Jaimie jumped, and stood up very straight. She blinked. "Oh!... I'm sorry, Mr. Larry Samuel Janneson." She said, in her usual soft voice.
He smiled at her. "It's alright. But you need to try not to do that, alright? It scares the other kids."
Jaimie looked down at the floor, tears glistening in her eyes. "I scare them anyway..." She whispered, so quietly that no one heard.
Mr. Janneson put his arm around her shoulders. "How about we go get you some... hot chocolate, okay? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."
"... May I have some warm milk, instead, Mr. Larry Janneson?" Jaimie asked softly. She loopked down at her feet uncomfortably. "If it isn't any trouble, I mean... I could fix it myself, if it's easier..."
"That's alright, I'll fix you some milk. Come on." Janneson looked over at Jonathan. "Would you like some hot coco, Jon?"
"No thank you, Mr. Janneson." Jon said. "The witch has probably poisoned it."
"I don't know where you children get these ideas about a witch living here..." Janneson said to himself as he and Jaimie left.
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Ivory, now sixteen, ran around the track, slowly for her. In fact she was BORED out of her mind. Or as she says it, "I'm bored outta my skull!".
'Jump....run.....run...jump..... bboooorrrrreddd......... This sucks!!' Ivory thought to herself. She came to a stop when the teacher began to talk to another student.
Ivory snuck away from the field and into her room upstairs.
A few hours later...
Ivory snuck into the bathroom that was near the field.
"FINALLY!!!! I wanted to do this, this morning, but night works too! Okay....now for some fun!!" Ivory said to herself. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of black spray paint.
"I...." Ivory wrote over the stalls. "HATE..... SCHOOL!!!!" She backed up and looked at her work with a smile. "AND NOW! For the...GRAND FINALE!!!" Ivory shouted and pulled out a lighter and a thing of lighter oil.
She walked out of the bathroom and let the oil spill onto the ground just in front of the bathroom. "Ready....." She lit her lighter, "Set...." She bent down. "BURN!!!" Ivory lit the oil, and soon the bathroom was in flames.
"I WILL WIN THE ACADEMY AWARD FOR THIS!!"
"IVORY NICOLE NITE!!!" Ivory heard.
She winced and turned around. "I'm gonna get expelled again, huh?" She asked. Her P.E. teacher had her hands on her hips. "That's what I thought.... So.....where am I gonna go now?" Ivory asked with a nervous smile.
"New York Orphanage of Love." (If that's a real orphanage... WE DIDN'T KNOW!!!) The teacher said.
"COOL!!! The BIG APPLE!!! I can cause some REAL damage there! I wonder if I can get Chinese fireworks cheap? This is gonna be SO cool! I can destroy SO much!! I wonder how long I'll be there..."
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Jaimie, now sixteen, gathered up fifty chapter books. 'I wonder how long this'll last me?... I'd better bring some food... I'll be hungry by.... probably the day after tomorrow... If I'm careful, then I'll only need about... hmmm.... a jar of peanut butter and two loaves of bread should do for... say, a week...'
Jaimie concentrated for a moment, then headed for the kitchen. Just as she was putting the bread into her wagon, she heard footsteps outside. She quickly shut the bread drawer, and hugged the wall. The peanut butter would have to wait until the people left.
Mr. Janneson and a sixteen-year-old girl came in. The girl had red-orange hair, with blue tips. Her pale skin was accented by her black clothing- sunglasses, combat boots, cargo pants, long fingerless gloves, and a T- shirt that said 'Yes, in fact, it DOES hurt when I smile'.
'Hmmm... She looks like she'd be fun to hang out with... and like an outsider... maybe I should put off my trip for another week... Nah... If she's still here in a week, when I get back, THEN I'll try to make friends... by then she'd know 'all about' me... The rumor mill is SO funny sometimes!'
She tuned back in to the girl and Mr. Janneson's conversation. "-eat in here. Breakfast is at six AM, lunch is at noon, and dinner is served at six in the evening. All the students eat in here, and yo..." Mr. Janneson said. He trailed off, staring at Jaimie- or where Jaimie was standing. He looked right past her at the wall.
He looked confused for a moment, then continued talking. "And you ca- JAIMIE WINTER!! COME OUT RIGHT NOW!!!"
Jaimie blinked, then let herself become PARTIALLY visible. "How did you know I was here?" She said, in the slightly airy, quiet voice that she always spoke in.
The new girl stared at her, and Mr. Janneson turned to the red/orange head. "Ivory, this is Jaimie Maia Winter. Jaimie, this is Ivory Nicole Nite. Jaimie, I hope you aren't planning another one of your trip-"
"Yo! Wass-up homie!" Ivory said.
"Not much, thank you. And how are you, Ivory Nite?" Jaimie asked, coming ALMOST all the way visible.
"As I was SAYING. Jaimie, you know the punishment for-"
"Aw, not much! Just chillin'! Ya get ma driff? This place is totally wack though!"
"You do that just to scare people, don't you?" Jaimie said, coming the rest of the way visible. Her voice stayed the same as when she was invisible.
"Yeah.... It's easy! I remember one time, I made everyone at the seventeenth orphanage....no maybe it was the nineteenth.... I dunno, anyway! I made everyone at the orphanage think I was from Australia! It was SO totally wicked!! Anyway! This place is SO trippin'!"
"Tripping?"
"Trip-in! I like that word....dunno why....just do.....anyway! Call me Iv'! The friends I've had always did...of course....we didn't stay friends for more then a month most of the time. I tend to get into trouble. I like trouble! I FLIRT with trouble, and it flirts back! Haha! Anyway! Do you have any nicknames? If not, I'll make one up for you."
"Winter Witch, Witch, Winter, Ghost, Cat, or Kit-kat.... And sometimes I'm called Black-cat... Oh, and then there's Brat, Dirt, Trash, Loser, Bookworm, and etc., but I don't get the last ones much because most of the kids are scared of me... Personally, I like Witch, Ghost, and Cat best." Jaimie said, smiling.
"Ohh.....ummmm...okay? I'll just call ya Jame! It's easier..." Ivory said, she smiled weakly... "Hey! Wait, where'd you come from? I didn't see you walk in here..." Ivory asked, getting a thoughtful look on her face.
"I was in here when you came in.... I was getting food..." 'Jame' said.
"I didn't see you....Oh! I bet you're a mutant! Cool! Lemme guess, invisibility?" Ivory asked.
"Mutant?... I don't know... but yes, I can turn invisible, and I can walk through walls-" Jaimie started
Mr. Janneson interrupted her. "Since you two seem to be enjoying each others company, how about YOU show Ivory around, Jaimie." Mr. Janneson suggested, walking out of the kitchen. "Thanks, Jaimie."
Jaimie stared after him, then called, "BAKAYARO!!!!! So, Ivory, what has he shown you so fa-"
*WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"I didn't do anything....yet..... Oh well! Walk me there?" Ivory asked.
"Sure-" Jaimie started.
*WILL JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"I haven't even DONE anything!.. At least, not today... I don't think..." Jaimie said curiously.
"Anyway." Ivory said as they walked out of the kitchen and down a hall, "You have two powers! That's not fair! I only have one.....Man! That so totally sucks!" Ivory pouted.
"Powers?... You can do something too?" Jaimie asked, suprised.
Ivory smiled sweetly. "Yeah! Watch! You see me here. And then-" Ivory disappeared in a blur of color. "I'm here!" She finished, appearing on Jaimie's left.
"So you can teleport?..."
"Ha! No way! Teleporting's a stupid power! I've got a WAY cooler power! SUPER SPEED! Like The Flash! He's my hero!" Ivory said, getting all dramatic. "But there's a major down to having super speed." Ivory said, with a frown.
"What's that?... And you still haven't told me what a mutant is..."
"Well...you see, I-live-about-ten-times-faster-then-everyone-else! Everyone's-sssssooo-slow! And-a-mutant-is-someone-with-the-X-gene,-it's- given-by-your-father.....Human's don't normally like us though! They hate us! 'Cause they're all babies and whimps, and WE have super powers and they don't! They-"
*WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! WILL JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! I REPEAT, WILL IVORY NICOLE NITE AND JAIMIE MAIA WINTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!* The speaker-thingy said.
"Oh...guess-we're-taking-to-long...." Ivory said. She grabbed hold of Jaimie's arm, "Hold on tight! You're up for a rollercoaster ride!" And with that Ivory pulled Jaimie with her down the halls at the speed of light, and stopped at the office door. "There. Now we didn't take THAT long, see?"
"OH GOD IVORY!! DON'T EVER, EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!!" Jaimie shrieked. She was half invisible, see through like a ghost. She reached out to open the door, but her hand went through the door knob. "Kuso! As you see, my power has down sides too... Will you knock for me?"
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Mixed/Persona: Please R/R! ^-^
~Persona
And *~*Mixed*~*