Saint Joseph School

CONTINUED...

The world came crashing back in whirl of activity as girl and boy alike flew from chair and booth, from pinball machine and food counter, bursting through the door of the high school hangout into a full heroic call to arms.

Joni yelled back through the din, “Amy! Stay there!” Bailey ...

[This post ended up being incredibly long, so in order to avoid a TL;DR, I'm breaking it up into multiple posts. For those of you who are waiting for your heroic appearance, bear with me, it's coming. Promise :D ]

Friday, 3:28 pm

“Pizza again! Can’t we just do Chinese this once?”

The voice ...

Monday 9:15 am

Human beings are, with a few exceptions, communal creatures.

And it would seem that making conversation, spreading news, gossip – whatever you call it – people love to talk about other people. Enclosed environments, where you see the same people day after day, like schools ...

Thursday, 8:06pm

They say that denial is the first stage of grieving. In this stage we refuse to believe what has happened. We try, in our mind, to tell ourselves that life is as it was before. We can even make believe to an extent that by re-enacting the rituals we used to go through, that ...

Tuesday, 3:15pm

My name is Amy Davis and when I was 16 years old, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The cancer that was spreading through my body wasn’t the kind of tumor doctors learned about in medical school. It didn’t have a pattern, it didn’t respond to radiation, and there was no ...

The laboratory technician regarded Amy over the top of his glasses as she fidgeted in her chair. Since arriving at G.I.F.T. yesterday, she had nervously awaited any word on what would certainly spell out her fate. The technician sighed and rubbed the vein in his forehead that had begun to have a ...

And ugly it got.

The din that erupted from the gathered students was stifling, drowning in the smoke of fear and vengeance, blending together liked swirls of a painted mess. Finger-painting with words of war.

Joni’s voice was still there. And the girl, Alex. Vesper and Gabriel too. Too many hands ...

((OOC: I haven't gone missing, I've gone over-worked. My apologies for not updating Amy's stories sooner, I promise I will get to them soon. In the meantime....I'm going to find how many times I can use Rikti as a verb this week.

As the current story stands, Amy vanished for several days during the ...

“Amy! Where are you!”

The wretched girl clutched the battered comm. to her ear and tried to force the words out through the knot in her throat.

“Joni! It’s me! I’m…I’m in Skyway City.”

The comm. nearly burst with activity, voices tumbling over each other in a flood of sound.

“Who’s that?” “I ...

She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the park. In that time the sky, once before green and yellow, now an empty blue. A part of her thought she should feel joy sitting among the picnic tables and breeze blown trees. She should have relished seeing the bright sun shimmer across the lake ...

Amy swallowed in a vain attempt to wet her throat. The Rikti troops waited, swaying slightly in the energy draft from the rapidly swirling portal. Three lines of ten soldiers stood ready as the armored Headman began to walk the formation.

“Tal’rek: Attention. Your squad: sweep left.” The voice in ...

The hallway took a sharp turn, ending in a large and asymmetrical room. Arcs of energy skittered across the ceiling at random but unrelenting intervals. The entire space has the feeling of being trapped inside a static lightning ball. On the far side, several short terminals, their concave screens ...

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, curled in the corner.

Her eyes darted from one alien object to the next, still trying to take in the sight of everything surrounding her. She had begun to realize, a short time ago, that the odd angles and strange perspective were because of the new eyes ...

Colors shifted back and forth as the room slowly came into focus. Amy swallowed hard, one hand still hovering near her face protectively. Her jaw hung slack as her eyes took in the room, the first thing she had seen in almost five years.

She felt dizzy, her depth perception off.

It had to be some ...

A soft beep ticked away the hours as Amy drifted in and out of consciousness. Somewhere near her left ear a strange whirring sound came and went. Sometimes that sound would hover over her head, accompanied by strange words. Other times it would sway back and forth over her arms; a light tingle ...