Post #1

They started visiting me in dreams. I would have a slight feeling of déjà vu upon waking up. You know how that is. I’ve certainly had that dream before! No, you haven’t, that’s your brain fucking with you. Then after you start your morning routine you forget about the whole thing.

Well, not for me. This was happening every night, or morning depending on how you want to look at it.  Just these weird feelings like my dreams are connected. That my dreams are this long story that takes breaks so I can live.  Every morning I’d remember a little bit more of the previous nights dream. My dreams follow me throughout the day. I’ll see someone familiar for a split second in the hoverlot and my brain is jarred with recognition, then its gone.

I’m starting to change and I think its because of the dreams. My way of thinking is different than it used to be, like im seeing things from different angles. My moral code is being strengthened, my empathy reinforced.

I stopped a mugging yesterday. He had a knife, but I wasn’t afraid. I charged at him and he ran away. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think about it. Ive had time to think about it now, and I know that’s not something I would do. We all like to think of ourselves as heroes but in the moment we are so stricken with fear that we freeze. Its happened to me before about a year ago. Walking out of the holotheatre I noticed some guys trying to break into one of those neon porto-banks. I didn’t do anything. I looked around, tried to gets other peoples attention on it. Maybe someone else more qualified could stop them. Everyone refused to look over. It was just me, so I walked away. If I could do it again it would be different.

They visit me in my dreams and I get the feeling that im being groomed. These dreams are preparing me for something but I don’t know what. They tell me that im important, that ive been chosen. I know how this sounds, but trust me, im no egomaniac.

I’m getting smarter. My dreams are teaching me things. Its like I have access to the parts of my brain that was never used before. I wake up earlier than I ever used to, im more productive throughout the day.

Things are definitely changing for me. I feel something large is coming, and its going to change everything for everyone.

Tome closed his laptop for the last time in his life. He was no longer alone in his apartment. Tome stood and walked into his room where he found a man sitting on his bed. Tome recognized this man. He is the man from Tome’s dreams.

Skinner Lake 6

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Finally a chance to delve into the workings of the town. This is just the school structure, but education can really tell allot about a town. In the same way attendance records say things about a student. potentially vague and superficial unless they are an extreme.

But I’m rambling, check out the latest installment!

The school scene where Richard really wants to get out of his seat.

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That morning Richards father rose early to join the search team for Lilly. The way he spoke with his friends the search had become almost a chore. It was, to Richard, as if they were acting out a role in a play. Wether it was to preserve hope for Richard and his peers, or some form of denial on the parents behalf. Richard didn’t really care. At least they were still looking.

The school bells chimed a tune across the clear blue sky as a few stragglers rushed in through the doors of Clearly Education Center. There weren’t allot of kids in Clearly, enough to fill about four classrooms, grades 8, 9, 11 and 12.

In total the school had about 120 kids. Last year there had been five grades, but that year’s grade 12 was now in apprenticeships around town. Richard didn’t mind the structure but he found it a bit limited. Especially when their teacher, Mr. Williams, tried teaching geometric proofs. He usually ended up bringing in a substitute for that class.

Richard sat comfortably in his eleventh grade classroom despite the strange stares and constant chatter about his eye. He had already prepared himself for this sort of response. Being a small town it wasn’t hard to assume the reaction to something as out of the ordinary as some kid loosing his eye; especialy if that kid was well known for getting out of the most dubious of situations, unscathed.

Richard had an excellent memory for faces and names, and knew pretty much everyone in every class. He only spoke with a few, and called even fewer friends. Those Friends included; Joseph Maxwell, Benny Frank, Liam Weinberg and Stewart Bell. The last two were standing over his desk, blabbing about something he couldn’t quite care to listen to. Benny was home sick, as usual, and Joseph was flirting with the schools blond bombshell Penny “Lane” Beadle despite his girlfriend, a grade below his, being the most jealous thing in the entire Valley.

Most of Richards attention was centered on the albino girl. A few rows in front of him, her shock white hair hanging over the back of her chair. She was looking through her textbook, apparently studying. Richard had noticed no one had spoken with her since arriving in the classroom. he hadn’t actually seen her outside of class so he only assumed no one had spoken to her at all.

He decided to go over and talk to her, but just as he was about to stand up Stewart slapped him across the back hard enough to make Richard stop to cough for a moment.

“Sorry about that, Richie, but you are gonna tell us all about it right?” Stewart smiled wide.

“It?” Richard asked, confused. The smile on Stewart’s face disappeared.

“Have you been ignoring me? The Cabin!”

“You know he’s not allowed to talk about it, it’s Cabin rules!” Liam gave Stewart the look that was meant to tell him ‘stop being so nosy and invasive’, but the message didn’t get across anyways so Stewart just kept complaining. Richard ignored Stewart again and looked over to Basel.

“Talheim!” A voice bellowed from the door, shaking Richard to the bone. Gui Cuvier, the oldest kid in school and the best athlete was standing in – more like filling up – the doorway. His broad chest covered in a shirt one size to small, showing off his muscular frame perfectly. Richard couldn’t help but think of all the women Gui could get, not that he really cared – but he did.

Gui stomped over to where Richard and his friends were standing. Stewart ran off to talk with Joseph instead, having recently come into bad terms with Gui’s younger brother.

“I don’t care Bell. Seriously.” Gui rolled his eyes and turned back to Richard. “So your rising in the ranks, I hear.”

“Pardon me?” Richard gave him a blank stare.

“The cabin, dude! I’m telling you, you’re gonna have a blast!” Gui sat down in Liam’s (possessive) seat, which was next to Richards. “You should come over to my place some time before we head out, I can give you a few pointers on how to pack. Also some Cabin etiquette I would have liked to know the first time I went.”

“That sounds really great. Thanks Gui.” Richard gave him a nod and tried to make it look mature and manly. Gui just laughed.

“This doesn’t mean you have to grow up Talheim. Trust me.” Gui stood back up and made his way to the door. Without looking back he waved and said “Peace, Dude!” Then he was gone.

Richard looked around and noticed everyone was staring at him. Joseph was the odd one out, he was just looking pissed at the fact that Penny was ogling Richard now. It didn’t matter though, Richard wouldn’t date her even if it was the end of the world.

Richard noticed that Basel was also looking at him. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were saying a million unheard things. Richard was about to stand up again to talk with her when Mr. Williams walked in and started writing on the chalk board and speaking.

“Alright kids, today’s English and writing class is going to focus a bit more on Essay structure.” he turns around to face the class and smiles at Richard. “And since Richard is just rejoining us, he’ll be interested in knowing the new word of the week; Consternation. That is ‘a sudden, alarming amazement or dread that results in utter confusion.’ sounds fun!”

Skinner lake 7

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This scene might end up with one more edit, but it’s just going to be grammar and maybe a few word choices. There’s no plot holes though, so that’s good.

I need to write down the townsfolk of Clearly on a piece of paper, it’s starting to get a bit stressful keeping track of them all in my head.

The Scene from Mr. Williams point of view.

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When the lunch bell rang, the students of grade 11 swarmed out of their desks and for the door in their attempt to leave the cluttered white walls, carved and marked desks, scuffed linoleum floors and flickering florescent lights of the classroom to their teacher, Mr.Williams.

Williams watched closely as they pushed and shoved, tapping his fountain pen on his plane wooden desk. His rhythm attempting to match the complex tempo of the children’s footsteps. With the rhythm, the way they dressed, and the way they spoke, each of those children was showing their true selves to Mr. Williams. Unknowingly, and completely.

The first kids to the door were some of the more energetic of the youth, the local computer geniuses, Al Hawk and Chris Babbage. Surrounded by their small circle of nerd worshippers; Ed Schriber, Edd Schriber, Lila Killinger, and Sorrel Jobs. Despite sitting at the back of the class they always found a way to beat everyone to the door. Williams remembered once overhearing them talk about ‘mapping the school for optimum efficiency’. He assumed that had something to do with their winning the race to the door.

Now they were flinging the door open, and literally leaping between its frame and out the classroom.

After them was Lulu De Pizan, the ‘brown noser’ as her pears liked to call her. She really wasn’t, Williams found her hard to deal with. She was always came up with the most ingenious conclusions on tests, which usually left Williams himself studying to make sure she was correct. Then she would hand in essays when Williams made sure there wasn’t any other homework, in an attempt to give himself a break.

Now she was dodging the flailing feet of the computer geeks and making her way, confidently, out of the classroom.

Following in her wake were the jocks, and Joseph Maxwell talking with each other in whispers juxtaposed by hardy laughs. The jocks didn’t do much more than play football in the summer and hockey in the winter. Their walk was uniform and slow, yet few of the others would move ahead of them. The fear the jocks had mastered over the other children was unfounded, but it provided Williams with moments like this. Moments to see his students in greater detail.

Maxwell appeared to be striking up a deal with the jocks, probably regarding another one of his experiments. Often Maxwell would use his charismatic personality to obtain test subjects for his various science projects, often disguising them as something his “preferred subject” would enjoy taking part in. More often than not they would be harmless, unless he involved the jocks. Williams would be sure to contact Josephs father, Minister Clerk, to ensure whatever this new plan was no one would be harmed.

But for now he was content in watching them sift out the door. All nine of the jocks and Joseph moving in co-operation, like sand in an hour glass with the doorway as their funnel.

Following closely was Penny Beadle, the class cheerleader, looking happy and bright as usual. Williams had a hard time believing it, though. Penny was at the bottom of the pecking order when it came to the cheer leading squad, since all the others in the squad were grade 12. And the only sports minded people in grade 11 were the jocks and Stewart, but penny wouldn’t be caught talking to a ‘bottom-feeder’ like Stew.

Now she was keeping just behind the jocks, doing her best to find a way out.

Coming up next was Basel. Williams was still getting to know her, but from what he’d observed she was depressed. When she’d moved in just over a week ago she was an orphan, coming through on the caravan. She wouldn’t say much about her home, but what she did say was more horrifying than anything Williams had heard of before. He would have offered to take her in, but Minister Clerk assigned her a good place to stay, with the Miller family.

Now she spotted Mr. Williams looking her way and quickly flowed into the mass of jocks, disappearing like a phantom.

Behind where Basel had been, were the art nerds, Anderson Hollis, Jackson Paul, and Sally Dolly, mingling with the journalism kids Dale Coop, and Angela Burton. Although two separate social groups, the five could not be understood without knowing them as one cohesive entity.

They were like a society unto themselves. The artists used the journalists to promote their artwork, the journalists often found their best stories in the artists as well as some good cover art for the paper. More then that, they shared a power over the school that few could claim. Even the jocks, when push came to shove, were at the mercy of the school paper.

Now they were slowly making their way to the door, content to wait behind their much larger and stronger classmates.

An anxious, one eyed, Richard was shifting and weaving trying to make his way through the artists and journalist to, presumably, reach Basel. It seamed like all his movement had disoriented him a little, and he grabbed on to his friends behind him.

Williams was guessing something was up between Richard and Basel. Often they would walk together, to lunch. Whatever choices had led Richard to Sheriff’s house, and lost him his eye, must have lost him his friend as well. Actually, It was better that the two children weren’t speaking. Richards parents had asked Williams to make sure the two kept any interaction to a minimum. Williams wasn’t one to stifle friendships, but when the Talheims ask for something it’s generally expected of you to do it.

Now Richard was regaining his composure and resigning himself to the speed of the classroom exodus.

Lastly there was Liam and Stewart, the slackers of the class. Williams knew they could do anything they put their minds to, and they did when they were outside of the classroom. Still, once their asses met the hard surface of their wooden desk chairs they were like walls instead of students. Even now he could tell by the way they were talking they were doing everything in their power to not do anything. To be honest, Williams felt responsible for their behaviour. He had taught this class when they were in grade 10, and felt as if he could have done more for them back then.

Suddenly, they slipped through the doorway and slammed it shut. The room fell quiet except for a few pieces of paper blown off the shelf next to the door. Williams didn’t bother getting up to sort them out, he’d do that in a few minutes. Right now he simply laid back in his chair, stretched his arms tall and let out a heavy sigh. Then, he leaned forward in his chair, feeling his stomach lurch. Covering his face, he quietly cried.