Princess Bride Interrupted [Marg & Captain]
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				Title: <strong>Princess Bride Interrupted [Marg &amp; Captain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:04:54</strong>
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				Mia Angela Krux (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Bridal-Corset-Vollers.jpg) huffed for the hundredth time tonight. She huffed over the lack of sleep. Huffed and puffed over how her finals were pushing her to the breaking point. Even huffed over the thought of how much food she consumed to keep herself awake through her studying. She swore the convenience store clerk had a look of fright when she dumped a slew of junk food onto the counter which totaled a good fifty dollars. Fifty dollars spent on food to make sure she did not crash and burn for the studying and the finals which were coming up in one more day. While some of the students were trying to drink their sorrows at the thought of finals tonight, she was here in the library pushing herself to study for another hour.<br><br><em>Come to me, my angel of music...come...</em><br><br>Her ears perked at the sound of the voice, her attention moving from the psychology textbook laid out in front of her to who was speaking those words. If she did not know it any better someone was watching or listening to Phantom of the Opera in the library. Checking her watch, it was close to midnight and far too late for music or video to be played unless it was the librarian trying to entertain herself. Glancing around, Mia noticed she was the only one save for the janitor in this area. Since the janitor was an elderly man with no attached music buds to his ears then it had to be the librarian.<br><br>"Hopefully she enjoys past the point of no return," she muttered beneath her breath as she removed her glasses to rub at her eyes. Working for her bachelor's degree in couple's therapist was wearing her out. She could not remember the last time she sat back and chatted with her friends nor talked on the phone with her family. Both her parents were living the gypsy life after sending off their only child to college and wanted to get in as much traveling in Europe as possible in a minivan packed with most of their belongings. Even if she tried to call her father it would be next to impossible with his adverse to taking calls while enjoying the sights in Europe. She usually awaited their calls on her cell phone and most of the time it was short voice mails to combat the rate of international phone calls.<br><br><em>Come to me...Mia...come...</em><br><br>Alright, now that she knew was not in the soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera. She was pretty sure no actor in the movie soundtrack would slip up and call out her name. A name which was even close to Christine weirded her out. Another glance around showed the janitor was several stacks away from her and the librarian was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she stood up from her seat, satisfied to hear a few bones pop and muscles stretch out and headed off to check out who was calling her. Maybe it was one of her friends trying to scare the hell out of her to keep her awake longer. If it was one of her friends she was going to hug after punching them in the arm for trying to give her a heart attack.<br><br>"Leena, stop trying to scare me. I am sorry for not going to the party today," she whispered, her eyes trying to find where her friend was hiding. For her friend to get her attention, Leena had to be close by. Hearing the whisper again, she frowned at the location of where her good friend might be. If her assumptions were correct then the voice was coming not two bookshelves away, the farthest distance a person could whisper in the dead of night at a library but five bookshelves further. Seven bookshelves away for her friend Leena to whisper and have those words reach Mia's ears was impossible. Maybe her friend was getting better at whispering though from the last time Leena whispered during social psychology and gotten the two of them into trouble, Mia was not betting on it.<br><br>She called out to Leena to unveil herself but when no snorting of laughter or Leena voice came, she frowned in confusion. If Leena was not calling to her then who was? The thought of some sort of pervert or rapist came to mind and it made Mia aware of the nearest escape routes. If the pervert or rapist tried to grab her she had a few seconds to scream for help before the attacker tried to to knock her out. Inching away from the bookshelf, she stopped when the voice called out to her again, this time more forcefully. "Aww, hell," she muttered beneath her breath as she ran back to the table to grab her book bag and textbooks. Slinging the strap of her book bag over herself, she held onto her textbooks until her knuckles turned white but she was not about to drop a book and give an attacker the chance to assault her. In fact, she could use one of the books to fling at his head or bash him in the neck or groin, the points she was told might stop an assailant in his tracks.<br><br>Mia kept herself to going around each table to give her space from the bookshelves and the mysterious male in the library with her. If the mystery psycho killer might run out of the lanes he would have go jump over the tables and a few of the chairs to get to her. When that happen, she could beat feet and throw her books at him. Good plan, she told herself as she made her way through the rows of tables and chairs, her eyes glancing everywhere for signs of the intruder. Making it to the fifth lane of where she assumed the assailant might be, she went a bit brave and threw a paper ball down the lane where she guessed the guy's head must be. "I know you are there," she called out, palming her cell phone. She threatened to call the police and held her Samsung Impression phone in front of her. No sound came from the lane and she punched in the number nine.<br><br>Really, Mia had no clue what made her do it. Could be the adrenaline rush she received from being able to take control of this unnerving situation. Might have been the surge of caffeine and sugar in her system. That she would later blame for her foolishness as Mia entered into the section where a few shelves contained romantic fiction novels. The library wanted to spruce itself up and bring more students to stick around in the place by adding several more genres to its shelves. Romance, sci-fi, fantasy, non-fiction, comics, the list went on the non-college textbooks housed in the building. Other than the books there was no one else in the area. Strange but then the pervert moved areas when she figured out his game plan.<br><br>Satisfied she might have averted the danger of being raped or murdered, Mia let her guard down a bit. "Maybe I should head home now," she said aloud as she turned to head out of the place. The nudge of something at her foot stopped her progress, bringing her attention to see the item in question. A book. Not unusual given where she was. Thinking the would be murderer bumped against the shelf and knocked the book out, she bent to return it to its rightful place. Upon turning the book to see the title of the book to see if it might interest her, it opened with a crack of thunder. "What the?," she started but never finished what she wanted to say as she was soon sucked into the pages of the book. With another crack, the book fell once more to the ground showing its cover. <br><br>Princess Bride<br><br>"Ahhh fuck!," she cried out as she broke her fall on a bed of tough rope and a chest. Face smashed into one side of the scratchy ropes, she coughed and groaned before she pushed herself into a upright position. Mia had no idea what just happened but all she remembered was being thrust through some sort of door and into a black hole. The only question was where the hell she was and if she could get a ride back home. Oh how unaware she was of where and when exactly she was. Though she glanced down as she fell off the chest and saw it popped open to reveal a bundle of coins and jewels inside. "What the hell did I just fall on?," she asked, leaning forward to get a better look and dig in for a few more jewels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Bride Interrupted [Marg &amp; Captain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 20:06:59</strong>
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				"CAPTAIN!?" The lookout in the barrel at the top of the mainmast of "The Revenge" was holding a hand above his eyes as he stared at something in the near distance. The pirate ship was bobbing gently in the sea water in a small cove at the coast, it being their favorite hideaway between raids. By the beach was a couple of small cabins and sheds for minor maintenance, more or less below an outcropping of the cliff above and beyond the, and some small rowboats lying bottom up on the beach as well. However, there was also another area the pirates counted as theirs, and this was a nearby cliff top where a ruin was the more obvious eyecatcher. This, or rather a cave hidden in the little cliff walls surrounding the ruin, was where the pirates were hiding things that might be found too easily by attackers heading for the beach place. Extra weapons, valuable clothing, powder, treasure... and therefore it was disconcerting to see a sudden dark mushroom over the cliff, accompagnied by strange little flashes and a rolling thunder... on a perfectly clear day. "CAPTAIN!" he shouted again.<br><br>"Will you stop that racket? I am not deaf, you know" The voice came from just behind the lookout, in a sleepy voice not raised in any way. The lookout was startled for a moment, then he turned around. Between the main mast and the aft one was rigged a hammock, gently swaying with the wind, and lying extremely comfortably inside it was the Captain. His black garb made him look like a part of the rigging, and he had been wonderfully asleep and dreaming of grassy hills until the shout had woken him up so rudely. New he sat up, attempted to rub his eyes through the mask and leaned an elbow on a knee as he too saw the remainder of the black cloud almost refuse to blow away in spite of the light breeze. "Curiouser and curiouser. Can you see any people up there?" "Nossir", the lookout replied. "Noone have been on the hills surrounding and we can see the whole path from there and way down, and I have seen noone standing on the top either. You... don't think the powder have blown up, have you?"<br><br>The Dread Pirate Roberts, the proud Captain of the even prouder pirate ship "The Revenge" climbed out of the hammock and balanced his way over to the barrel. Since it was fairly full and he didn't like the lookout in THAT way, the man refrained from climbing in and opted to stand on the top edge of the barrel instead. He too tried to look in that way with a hand above his eyes, cursed when this produced nothing new, and grabbed for the spyglass mounted inside the barrel. With this he could see, magnified fivefold, still nothing. "I guess I better take a look from closer up." He handed the spyglass to the lookout, checked his swordbelt and tightened his mask, and then kicked out. He fell. Before he hit the sea a few yards away from the ship side, he had turned like a cat midair and hit the water like a black torpedo.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later he was walking, or sloshing, up on the stones leading out from the cliff below the ruin. Of course he could have been rown in, then walked for a hour in a pleasant landscape, sniffed a few flowers on the way and sung a pirate ditty... but where was the challenge in that? Looking up at the sheer face of the cliff, with barely a place to find a grip, he had found a more interesting one. And now the pirate Captain began on his ascension. Quite slowly, and with water dripping from every stitch of his clothes, but even so.
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