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Hi, my name is Emmi
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 | Don't look out the Window(Three Way Contest entry) |
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 5 with 2 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-03-03 19:37:29 |
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Emmi walked through the doors of the international airport into the bright afternoon sun. A line of taxis from at least fifty different cab companies stood waiting, their idling engines and billowing tailpipes adding to the heat of the afternoon. Not that the throngs of people didn't help. Tourists, locals, relatives; thousands of people all milling around. Waiting, watching, greeting, saying goodbye. But Emmi was in too much of a hurry to soak up the sentimental, mindless wallowing that these commoners were doing in their own human emotions. No, Emmi had work to do.
She sidled up to a brightly coloured taxi where an old woman with a hideous dog was packing her floral luggage into the already overstuffed trunk. Emmi elbowed the sweet old biddy out of the way into a crowd. She opened the back door of the cab, always keeping a sharp eye out for old-people-lovers and airport security. She slid into the airconditioned cab and requested that the driver take her to Broken Arrow, the rest she would have to figure out on her own.
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Presently, the taxi reached a tiny sign perched on the soft shoulder of the road. It read in white letters; Broken Arrow 15.
Fifteen, what? Emmi wondered as she stepped out of the cab. The taxi driver, who spoke limited english, called out an incredibly high price.
"Ah, I no unnerstan' english." Emmi replied and looked convincingly confused.
The driver repeated the price in his mother tongue.
"Uh... no unnerstan'."
This went on for several more minutes, then the driver got very purple and drove away, saying things that sounded as if he had found them in a phonebook in Pakistan.
Emmi wandered down the road until nearly midnight when she came across civilization. A larger sign said in big letters; Broken Arrow, and also some stuff Emmi found very uninteresting, like the population.
Emmi sauntered down street anfter street, peeking into windows like a creeper. What else could she do? She didn't know anything except the name of the town. She finally found a structure that looked remotely like she imagined someone from the doll palace would live it. She walked around it a couple of times and found a suitable tree from which she could use to get to the roof.
She scootched up the tree carefully, particles of rough bark jabbing into her hands. She climbed onto the roof, still warm from the afternoon and sat down. It was all very exhausting. A few hours later the sun began to rise. Emmi had managed to find a bedroom window before the sun was up, and was planning to enter through it, hopefully she would find the right person. She climbed carefully into the room. There wasn't much light, and there were a few articles of clothing on the floor, but Emmi managed to get to the doorway and into the hall.
Emmi tiptoed into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator carefully. There wasn't eally anything she felt like eating in there, but it was worth looking. The harsh buzzing of an alarm clock caused her to slam the fridge door and dive for a hiding place, which happened to be behind an open door. A girl walsed into the room, but didn't see Emmi hiding behind the door. She opened up a cupboard and peered inside. She obviously didn't find anything she wanted to eat in there, because she emerged moments later empty handed. The girl walked over to a computer sitting at a small table. Emmi saw the familiar Doll Palace homepage pop up and the girl logged in as Horrors.
Emmi cleared her throat quietly, and "Horrors" turned around.
"Uh... Hi? I'm Emmi, but you might remember me as 'Pepsiphone'?"
A look of mild recongition flashed across Horrors face. "Oh, yeah. What are you doing at my house, in a completely different country at six a.m.?"
Emmi was at a loss for words for a moment, but quickly recovered. "I uh, wanted to meet you-- so I found my way to your house... please don't kill me."
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And that is how I imagine that i would ever end up meeting Horrors.
p.s. I'm sorry I didn't wait for your DM before i started writing, Horrors. If you do mind, I promise I will dedlete this and disqualify myself from the contest.
thanks.
☼pepsi☼ |
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