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Snowflake
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falling, once again
Apr 2003
time: 23:18
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The Dornier dived toward the ground at high speed. Inside the small commercial flight high-pitched desperate screams filled Snowflake’s ears. She tried to maintain stable by grabbing at a seat back beside her but was knocked down by another heavy body. She tumbled down uncontrollably, until her head was bumped at a hard board heavily, and she lost consciousness.
The next time when she opened her eyes the first idea that went into her mind was that the plane had stopped dropping. Great relief filled her body. Her eyesight focused on the face hanging above her. It was the well-known DrSpike. “You are ok.” He said assuredly, putting something on her right temple.
Not too far away, Snowflake could overhear heated quarrels. “Great! Now we are trapped in the middle of nowhere.” It was the sarcastic comment of that logging industry executive, Mr. Smilie. The pilot Theben was quick to fight back. “You should have listened when I said ‘turn off all electronics’.”
“Didn’t you say ‘turn on’?” Snapped Bishop Heresson, with the self-righteous attitude of “I’m infallible”.
“What?” Interjected Nikolai, the angry scientist. “That pitiful excuse is of no use, I saw you used that iPod right after take-off.”
“What were you doing in the cockpit, mister?” Theben replied accusingly. “Was it you who yelled ‘drop that!’ which made me startled and lost control?”
“Of course it wasn’t me! I was there a good two hours ago!” The argument became inaudible again with everybody talking angrily at once.
“Stop that! People! You should be glad that you are still alive! Theben didn’t abandon us and he managed to stable the plane and force landed it. What more do you want?” DrSpike shouted, trying to speak for the pilot. He was feeling a little guilty over the fact that he was happily posting at Poly one second before the crash. The bitching back and force that lasted for hours finally receded, with people reflecting how lucky they were, coming out of the crash of a plane almost unharmed.
“What do we want? Get out of here is what we want.” Grumbled the cook Hercules, who was sure that he had just missed his trophy at the fifth world cuisine competition. He tried again to pull the handle of the emergency door, only to be stopped by the pilot. “Don’t be silly! It is dark outside. You don’t even know where we have landed. We need to wait until the morning.”
“We should at least try to contact somebody with the communication system in the plane.” Suggested Whoha. “We should, shouldn’t we?” Replied Theben. “Only if somebody could make it work. Can you?” Theben looked at Whoha curiously. “What is your profession any way?”
“Erm, I can’t really …” Whoha mumbled, backing off to his own corner. The night was a little cold, but everybody was tired after the scare of a life time. Eventually the whole plane fell into the dream land. “It wouldn’t be dead if it was a Mac …” Said FlameFlash in his dream.
A drop of sunlight shinned on the eyelids of Mr. Tacticus. He opened his eyes. What happened last night started to sink back in. A happy squeal escaped his lips when he looked out of the window. “The ground!” It was the ground, some ten meters down from them. The plane appeared to be landed on top of a massive amount of pine trees. Green needle-shaped leaves surrounded the plane. The people became excited, discussing ways to escape to the ground.
“What’s wrong with you?” Mr. vovan (you’re in right?) noticed that self-biased didn’t look right somehow. Was that typical of an occultist to sit there all day without moving? “And what a strange name.” He thought. The eyes of self-biased stared ahead, as if he saw something terrible. Following self-biased’s line of sight, Vovan looked over. His face turned pale. It was Snowflake, lying there unmoved. She was apparently dead.
DrSpike was very confused after examining Snowflake’s body. “She couldn’t have died of her minor concussion last night.” He turned her head to the side, revealing two red teeth marks on her neck. “This could only suggest one thing …” The people looked at each other as DrSpike’s voice trailed off. Now who was the guy that told them the legend of Vampires in the Black Forest on their little ill fated air trip?
Last edited by Snowflake on 17-11-2004 at 13:56
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vovan
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Vovan shook his head. "Quite a sad loss that". He thought. "Though one cannot expect a crash landing in the middle of a forest to go without hurting anyone. Although this whole 'vampire' thing seems quite preposterous. Vampires! In our day and age. Ha." Vovan already half-opened his mouth as he was turning around to tell the occultist that vampires must be his line of work, but as he observed the seat, his mouth shut and an eyebrow climbed up. The seat was empty. "Hrmph, how did he sneak out. I didn't hear or feel any motion... Oh well."
Vovan then decided to get out of the plane. He walked up to the exit door, and pulled the lever. It seemed to be stuck. "Oh great" he thought, "Just what we need. Being stuck inside an airplane with a dead body and a killer." In frustration he kicked the door, in the process hurting his foot. The door, however budged a little bit, giving Vovan a chance. He stood back and then hit the door with his shoulder. The door flew open, and Vovan, unable to contain his momentum, stumbled over the threshold and fell out of the plane onto the grass. Vovan's body didn't like the fall one bit and was aching all over. Over his own groans, he heard laughter. Looking up at the plane, he saw Smiley laughing histerically.
-- Look at that, two crash landings in matter of hours! Bahahaha! - said Smiley into the plane pointing at Vovan.
-- Go to hell. - Responded Vovan, catching a disapproving glance from the Bishop through an illuminator window of the plane.
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self biased
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
time: 00:18
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self biased sighed, and turned away from the scene; his suspicions had been confirmed. he wore black, of course, but dressed in more a survivalist style, the only exception was the simple silver pendant he wore. he reached into one of innumerable pockets and tied his hair in a ponytail, scanning the surrounding forest from his window. he nodded, taking note of the surrounding area.
"is there any way to get our bags? i'll be needing a few things. especially with miss snowflake in her current condition, we've got until sunset to act."
self biased gave a bemused laugh to himself. he was going to map ley lines in oregon, and had luckily packed a field kit. while he was on good terms with the werewolves in the area where he was headed, one vampire in particular had a beef with him. this had to have been his doing. he got up, and gingerly went to find a way into the cargo area.
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:) Smiley
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USCA, Berkeley
Feb 2001
time: 21:18
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"These are some nice pine trees here," remarked Smiley, "If we ever get out of here, I'll be sure to return for them. If a tree falls in the forest and no environmentalists are there to hear it, did it happen? Yes, that's probably all it is, some crazy hippies hugging trees. Then again, I remember seeing some hippies into that pagan supernatural stuff before, who knows, maybe they're more than just high."
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Snowflake
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falling, once again
Apr 2003
time: 23:18
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DrSpike was a little offended by the pilot's suspicions of his judgement. "I am a doctor, Mr. Theben. You would think I'd be the last one to believe in those noncenses wouldn't you? If only there could be other explanations ..."
"It's the blood," self biased came in abruptedly. "Have you all forgotten about the tales of the vampires in the Paradise Island? I've heard that the descendent of that vampire family may or may not be a vampire, and for some it could be latent, dormanting until awaken by something, the smell of the blood in this case perhaps ..." self biased reflected on the wound on Snowflake's right temple.
"But we were all inside the plane last night, and the doors were not opened! Does that mean that if there IS a vampire, he would be one of ..." Vovan bit his tongue, shocked by the revelation that was just made by himself.
"It was evil, evil ..." Muttered Bishop Heresson.
[Edit] Spelling.
Last edited by Snowflake on 19-11-2004 at 02:34
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:18
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"So, Nikolai said, looking grim, wh...what do we do with this?"
He looked on something seemingly far, far away.
"I mean, we can't just go on with a vampire present in the group, can we?"
He sighed heavily.
"Should we....try to take action? Then we'd need to do that fast, before this goes too far, preferably before next night, right?"
He abruptly fell silent, his eyes focusing on something not present. A small tear slowly rolled down his cheek, disappearing somewhere in the dark.
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vovan
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So we are waiting for the head vampire to kill someone now, or...?
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:18
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"Scientifically," Nikolai said, "it's not proven that any kind of supernatural things as vampires exists. But," he added, "nothing has disproven it either. I never thought that vampires existed, but now I'm not so sure anymore... Somebody here is a killer anyway."
He sighed.
"I think we have to do something, and we have to do it fast! It is already early evening, and it's too late to get out of this forest. We have to get the killer, vampire or whatever it is that kills us! NOW!"
He looked at everybody, who began moving uneasily in their seats.
"I'm truly sorry," he said, "but after careful comsideration, I have come to the conclusion that Whoha is he most suspiciuosly on board."
He raised his head.
"This is my decision, I truly hope it's right. Now, it's you who must take your own decision."
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