Re: PUT YOUR LEFT FOOT IN THE DIFFERENT RELAM..

by **Charlie** Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:42 pm

"Your not stupid, and no you won't." Rorke told her, being quite firm. If it weren't for this they would all be strangers she would have never know he existed, and he wouldn't know her.

(what if when they go back, they go back to before this happens,like it never happened, and Molly and Rorke run into eachother and are like you look familiar, do I know you, or something like that)

by **bookcrazI** Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:53 pm

(yes.. But we need a bit of conflict if that happens.. Like maybe they bring back something with them..)
"Just let me be."

by flaggirl3 Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:54 pm

Sierra: I sighed loudly. "You guys, can we think rationally for a moment? Or irrationally, whichever way you want to look at it. If we don't go through the games is there any other way, really?"

The Joker shook his head sadly. "My magic only extends, so far," he said.

I nodded thoughtfully at this and said to my friends, "So, Molly, I agree with you. If there's no other way, then we have no choice."

by **Charlie** Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:00 pm

Rorke sighed, "Would it work with just one of us being in it." he wasn't going to let them risk there lives.

by flaggirl3 Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:08 pm

The Joker smiled. "Only if both of these ladies feel a strong need to save you from a great danger. I mean, that's when their feelings would be the strongest. And you would all need to be touching. And you'll need to decide on one place to transport to before-hand. Which should be Rorke's home because he's the one that will be in danger and the feelings will most likely be diirected toward him."

by **bookcrazI** Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:23 pm

Molly: I flinched. We'd be transported back to England, I lived across the ocean. How would I get back home?!

by **Charlie** Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:27 pm

"Alright." Rorke said without hesitating, "I'll get you to flights and what ever you need." he said his to e meant promise.

by flaggirl3 Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:23 am

Sierra: "Oh, thank you so much, Rorke," I said. I went over and stood on my tip-toes to hug him around the neck. "That would be great."

by **Charlie** Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:54 am

"No problem." he said cooly, his voice might have been calm but inside he was freaking out.

by **bookcrazI** Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:22 pm

Molly: I took a deep breath. "Thank you for your kindness now let's go to the tournament and kick some ass."

by **Charlie** Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:28 pm

Rorke sighed, she didn't get he would be the only one in it. And he highly doubted she could kick any ass. He started to head out.

by **bookcrazI** Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:39 pm

Molly: She started to pick up rocks from the stone floor and hid them in her sling. She wasn't weak, she'd prove it to him, she could kick as much as he could, maybe more.

by flaggirl3 Sun Jul 24, 2011 6:55 pm

Sierra: I smiled. Molly had the right idea about the rocks, but I still didn't know how much damage she would do. And I was extremely worried about Rorke.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 07, 2011 12:54 am

Molly grunted as the sling got heavier but refrained from any othe comment. She wasnt going to admit defeat, not now or in the foreseeable future.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 07, 2011 2:10 am

As soon as Rorke left the room, three men and a woman took him to a side room. They gave him knew clothes to change into. A puffy off white shirt, and brown pants, which were tucked into black boots.
The men handed him a fencing sword, and Epee in his hand. He felt like D'Artagnon for a slight second.
But then he knew he was in a heap of trouble and danger. He was doing this to go home though. Be a famous footy player. That was his goal. He would hopefully see Molly again.
He didn't want to do this but he did anyways.
He was lead out into a throne room, where a bunch of men dressed like Musketeers were. And he knew nothing about fencing, or sword fighting, this would be an interesting fight.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:09 am

Molly was whisked away with a woman where she was changed into pants and a simple t-shirt. She almost would say the look was modern aside from the knee high boots and the fact that the shirt was embroidered so it would fit snugly around her waist.
They pushed her into a garden where three paths were sprawled out before her. "Choose and go, good luck."
She grimaced and hoped that Rorke was having better luck. She was going to show him she wasn't a stupid weakling.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:00 pm

Rorke turned around when a ball he recognized was rolled in front of him. It was a soccer ball.
A voice one of the musketeer men said, "Get the ball."
Title ran forward and they attacked. Now knowing nothing about sword fighting he knew he was screwed. But he tried.
Within a few seconds he already had a rip in the shirt with a bleeding arm and a scratch on his cheek.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:45 pm

Molly could hear panting and shouts from straight ahead, thus making her Desicion to go straight. She ran right into a sword fighting soccer game with Rorke being the target.
Molly did the only thing she could; throw rocks at the opposing men.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:49 pm

Three of the men turned on her, and threw her to the ground, "This is his fight." One of them growled.

Rorke touched the ball once, but they got it away, slicing at his side. He bent forward grabbing his waist. He took a slash at another guy, and he heard metal clang. Maybe sword fighting for him at least was luck.

by **bookcrazI** Thu Sep 08, 2011 10:09 am

"Then how did I get here?" she smirked.
She winked at the men and began to throw at their heads, carefully missing Rorke.

by **Charlie** Thu Sep 08, 2011 12:22 pm

One of the men saw where she was getting the rocks, and grabbed the sling. "Let him fight his own battles." he growled, "Or he'll never be able to speak up for himself." He held her, and two other men grabbed her arms, making it so she couldn't do much.

Rorke was cut in the shoulder. He was not fairing well with the swords. Every once in a while he would block, but he was no fencer. His eyes were on the ball, if he could get a good hold on it, they wouldn't take it from him.
He slashed, then he lost sight of the ball. He watched the men's footwork and how they were moving, and watched their arms. He got it, he did what they did and sword fighting became alot easier. Though he was still in a lot of pain do to his side, arm, face, and shoulder.

by **bookcrazI** Thu Sep 08, 2011 11:30 pm

Molly slumped in their arms giving them her full weight to carry. "Thanks guys I was getting a bit tired, how's your day so far?" she said trying to distract them.
"Rorke, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU!" she shouted, there wasn't mch else she could do.
She felt the men's grip loosen and she slipped out and ran across the game field and into another hall way of hedges.
"Good luck sexy!" she yelled back, doubting he'd hear her as she ran.
She sprinted along, clutching her hurt arm close so it would be jostled as she ran. She turned quickly and halted, she faced a giant shiny ball.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 14, 2011 12:30 pm

Rorke was to busy to hear anything. But he was in pain now. He was loosing, badly. And he knew he had to win if he wanted to ever play real soccer again, wanted to see his home. He had to win. He got a surge of adrenaline and he wasn't any better at fencing but he looked like he was doing better, he wasn't getting as slashed as much.
One man got the buttons of his shirt, so now he was fighting with it open, and his scared chest open. The men stood in shock for a slightest second knowing the mark. Rorke took this as his chance he got close to the ball, but the men went into action again before he could successfully take it.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 14, 2011 10:19 pm

Molly tilted her head at the glowing orb, it begged her to touch it. She wanted to, her deepest desire was to touch it, yet she wouldn't let herself.
The strange want felt alien to her, as if it wasn't her own thoughts.
"And thus the mental fight begins" boomed a voice before she blacked out.
Her body lay on the ground but her mind stood and faced the compulsions of the orb.
This was her first challenge.
She had to stop the light ball, but how?
It was hard to think with the ball squirming through her thoughts and just as an idea began to form it shot out an electrical shot that jarred her brain.
She was in trouble.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 14, 2011 11:50 pm

He did realize though that the men were a bit afraid to get to close. He wondered if that first game and him surviving it had anything to do with them being a little scarred. He went towards the ball but was stopped.
He didn't know what to do, just that he couldn't give up. If only he had Molly's persistence.

by **bookcrazI** Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:16 am

Molly tried, she thought of everything, even giving in to the light. She reached out a mental hand only to pull it back with the scolding of Rorke's voice. She had to prove that she wasn't weak to him.
She gave up the tactical and ran forward to the light, letting herself be zapped. She ignored the red burns as bit her lip as she got shocked more and more as neared closer and closer.
She cursed her stupid stubbornness.

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