Temper Tantrum
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Posted 30 May 2009 - 01:26 AM
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Posted 30 May 2009 - 07:41 AM
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Posted 11 June 2009 - 02:10 PM
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Posted 11 June 2009 - 02:20 PM
-waits for new chapter, with Hulk Jimmy sitting next to me trying to read a small magazine-
lol the mental picture that that created was hilarious.
#226
Posted 11 June 2009 - 02:25 PM
lol the mental picture that that created was hilarious.
Exactly!
It's means - no rush Beks. Post whenever you're done.
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Posted 11 June 2009 - 02:35 PM
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Posted 09 August 2009 - 05:31 AM
This fic is so exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted 11 August 2009 - 06:27 PM
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Posted 11 August 2009 - 08:21 PM
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Posted 11 April 2010 - 01:01 AM
Chapter 20: Neutronson Crusoe
The first thing they saw was a small grove of banana trees to one side of the tree house. They were growing in straight lines across the sand, perpendicular to the crashing waves across the beach.
“Looks like Jimmy started his own little farm,” Cindy commented, touching one of the trunks lightly.
Suddenly, a large set of teeth bounded out of the undergrowth in the form of a wild dog. Libby quickly summoned a force field from her hands and the dog crashed into it painfully. After getting back up, it started growling at each one of them in turn, occasionally throwing in some sharp barks.
“D-do we have to kill it?” Carl asked uncertainly. Just then, Cindy noticed the metallic collar on its neck.
“Sit!” she commanded the dog. Immediately, it lowered its haunches and stopped barking.
“How did you know it’d do that?” Libby asked as she lowered her force field.
“Look, it has a collar,” Cindy answered. “It’s tame.”
“What’s a pet dog doing out here on the island?” Carl asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.” Cautiously, Cindy inched herself towards the dog, making soft cooing noises. At last, she carefully put her hand on the dog’s head. It leaned into her touch, closing its eyes contentedly.
“It’s ok,” she said to the others. “It’s friendly now.” She continued to pet the dog as she hunched over to search the collar it wore. “What’s your name, huh?” She whispered to it sweetly. She found the dog tag at last. “Tesla…”
“So it’s a she?” Libby asked.
“Yep,” Cindy confirmed. “And it proves that this is Jimmy’s dog.”
“Wait, what? How can that be Jimmy’s dog?”
“You guys know that Goddard is named after a famous scientist, right? Well, Tesla is the last name of Nikola Tesla, who was famous for his discoveries in electrical engineering. This is defiantly Jimmy’s.”
“Man, a banana farm, a new dog. What else did Jimmy do here?” Sheen asked, looking around.
“Let’s find out,” Cindy said.
It seemed that over the years, Jimmy had renovated the tree houses extensively. The lumber, instead of reinforced with vines, were held together with bands of dark metal. The supports that held them to the trees were made with the same metal and a wooden bridge had been made between the houses. On the sand, the fire pit had remained largely the same, although a few cooking utensils, like a spatula made out of bone, lay beside it now. A pelt of white fur was stretched over the old log by the pit. Tesla ran ahead of the group, barking happily. She stepped into the much bigger wooden lift on the right tree house and sat down, waiting for them.
“I guess we should go up and see if he’s home,” Libby said. Sheen and Carl, still unsure of their flying abilities, took the lift with Tesla while Libby and Cindy flew up and onto the porch. They stepped into the small room. There was a bed piled with furs in the far corner and what looked like a wardrobe in the other. A desk faced the window, which had a spectacular view of the ocean. A few items were sprawled across the desk and the floor: a fish bone comb, pieces of rough, home-made paper, a twisted knot of dried vines which appeared to be a doggie toy. Tesla walked in and immediately laid down in a pile of furs on the floor.
“Sweet digs!” Sheen commented, looking around approvingly with a grin on his face. Libby rolled her eyes. “Jimmy!” she yelled through the door that led to the bridge. The others echoed her call as they migrated across the bridge and into the other tree house.
“Damn it! He’s not here!” Cindy cursed into the room.
“Yeah, but just look at all this stuff!” Libby said.
Large, bulky computers, looking like they had been build with bamboo, stood along one of the walls, blinking softly. On the opposite side, a long lab table had been build into the wall and numerous cabinets and shelves lined the wall above. All manner of scientific equipment was sprawled on the table, test tubes, beakers, rough pieces of paper with complicated equations scrawled on them with what looked like red berry ink.
“How could he have done all this?” Cindy wondered out-loud. “He didn’t bring any of the inventions he had left in his room. The only thing he took was the hover-car.”
“I stopped wondering how he did stuff like this the week after I met him,” Carl told her, shrugging.
“Well, it’s safe to say he’s not here,” Libby said, looking around the junglized lab one more time. “You guys stay here in case he comes back here. Me and Cindy are gonna look around the area a bit.”
“Roger that, sweet cheeks!” Sheen quipped, saluting.
“We should check the waterfall first,” Cindy said as they flew out of the open door and into the lush foliage of the jungle. “That’s the closest fresh-water source on the island.”
“You know this island better than I do,” Libby replied, smirking.
A short while later, the girls returned to find the boys running around the beach with Tesla.
“Did ya find him?” Sheen asked between gasps for breath.
“If we did, would we have come back here alone?” Cindy retorted.
“I guess not,” Sheen said, smiling sheepishly.
Libby bent down to pet Tesla’s head. “We did find out how he got electricity. He made some kind of electric generator using the waterfall we checked.”
“Oh, that reminds me!” Sheen exclaimed. Without an explanation, he sped up the tree using his vibrating powers and into the left tree-house. A split second later, he was back, holding an old leather-bound book. “Jimmy kept a journal log all these years.” He told the girls, making air quotes with his fingers as he said ‘journal log.’
“Lemme see,” Cindy demanded, grabbing it from Sheen’s hands.
“There’s a few more in the tree-house,” Carl added. “That’s the first one.”
Cindy opened the journal to the first page and began to read aloud. “Journal log, August 24,” she read. “I have decided to keep a journal log on the island, to record my day’s activities and track my progress over the coming years of my isolation. It has been one month and two days since my arrival. My first action was to disassemble the hover-car that had transported me to the island, in order to cut off any transportation off the island. On the way here I discovered that my hypercube had been put in the glove compartment, so I stopped once to stalk up on some materials that would be hard to produce on the island, such as wires, glass stuff, and metal. I’ve already used the steel I got and reinforced it with carbon from some of the plants. I’m in the middle of renovating the tree-houses with this metal. I need to hurry, however. Hurricane season is coming, and I want to have them finished before one comes along.
“So far, the monster hasn’t taken over my body since I left. I am relieved by his absence, but I know he will come back soon. He seems to gain control when I become angry or upset. It won’t be long before I feel these emotions again, I am sure. I am glad I have picked this island for my exile. There are no other people and I can ward away any angry feelings I have by thinking of the happy memories Cindy and I share from this island.”
At this line, Cindy started blushing and stopped reading. Libby, with a knowing look in her eye, started walking towards the tree-houses. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable to read. How ‘bout we all crash in Jimmy’s room?”
“Sure, ok,” Cindy agreed, closing the book slowly.
“Maybe it’ll have a clue to where Jimmy is,” Carl added with a smile.
“We can only hope,” Libby replied.
#236
Posted 11 April 2010 - 01:11 AM
#237
Posted 11 April 2010 - 01:18 AM
This was awesome, Beks. Your Writer Woman skills shine again.
Tesla sounds adorable. I'm impressed at Jimmy's inventions to survive (though I really shouldn't be, seeing as he IS a boy genius and all...). I literally LOLed when Sheen called Libby "Sweet Cheeks". Perfect.
I wanna hear more about what is in these journals...and of course, where the heck Jimmy is. I hope you come up with the inspiration to write the next chapter soon!
-Writer Girl
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Posted 11 April 2010 - 01:21 AM
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Posted 11 April 2010 - 02:41 AM
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Posted 11 April 2010 - 03:08 AM
Did I say "wow"?
I read it all at once. And I have to say: my heart is jumping right now!!
The whole story is...man, I don't know enough words to describe how I feel right now.
Girl, seriously, I loved it completely, and I've read lots of fanfiction, this one is pretty good.
You have a new fan right now, writer woman :3 I'll be waiting for the next things to come.
I don't wanna make any pression or anything but...please, continue it soon XD
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