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Post by ER on Nov 11, 2007 8:51:01 GMT -5
cool! message me when you'd posted!
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Post by ER on Nov 11, 2007 8:51:42 GMT -5
I bid farewell to Red Eye, after a day of party. Dad didn't ask where i'd go, we just pack out bags and prepare to check out. after checked out, we get in Dad's car. It's a silver colour nissan. Before getting in the car, i look around the place, and suddenly, i got a wierd instinct.
"Wait me, i'll be back" I told dad, then run to nowhere. I stopped at a silent street, where there were no one, juse blocks of old shops houses. I walk along the street slowly, looking around. Then i saw a few men, one with a lime green shirt and trousers, other in blue uniforms. I thought i saw Mr. Dalton. I squinted to see clearly, he's with couple of cops, dragging a hooded little man out of a booth.
I walk nearer and hide in a shade, eavesdropping them.
"Another freak show!" Mr Dalton roared " You 're under arrest, sir... "
the small guy say nothing, there was a big bang, and he dissapeared in smoke.
"Where's that guy!" one of the cops gasped. "How?"
"I think we got nothing inside, " another cop chortled, coming out from the booth. " Nothing inside."
"Really freaks!" Mr.dalton grunted. " I think i'll get them next time..."
After all of them went away, i creeped out, walked to the booth and studied. are there any doors? Another blink, a person stand infront of me, he's hooded. slowly, he dissapeared in darkness. I walked out from the booth, then feel the wind that blew at my face. Suddenly - a paper hit on my face, i quickly grab it. Just about to throw it away, my eyes caught the colour of the flyer, the words and pictures. A picture of a wolf's head, a spider and a snake.Beneath the flyer in big red capital letters.
Cirque Du Freak
My heart missed a beat, i caught my breathe. It's the same flyer last year. Studying the flyer, i frowned, what does that means? Why this flyer came back to me again? i knew this cause the address was ripped off by Mr.dalton. 1 year, this flyer came back to me again, why? What legacy? Blood? All a mystery, i need a key.....
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Post by Luan on Nov 12, 2007 2:45:37 GMT -5
What? COPS??? Uh-oh, this doesn't look good. Are they going hunt Darren down, too? *gasps*
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Post by ER on Nov 12, 2007 7:11:20 GMT -5
no, the cops with mr.dalton are going to capture who own the freak show called Cirque Du freak, you must know the original story so it will be easier to understand.
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Post by ER on Nov 12, 2007 9:04:03 GMT -5
First thing i do when i got back home, i update my diary. Carefully i slipped the flyer inside one of the pages and clipped it nicely, and write the last scene with red eye, and Mr.Dalton and the flyer.
* * * *
It had been a week, it's good old january now. School opens at the end of february, so i spend my days doing anything i can find.
"darren, steve's here." Dad called from downstairs.
"Hold on! " steve? i rush to downstairs.
"Darren! " Steve beamed happily, and we high fived. "Come, i had some good news to tell you, your room?"
"steve.... " I smiled. " Okay, my room."
We walked to my room, then sit on the floor, steve look at me, then whispered. "Good news darren."
"Good news?" I asked, frowning.
He didn't reply me, he took out a paper from his pocket. It has a red border, and black words. It's an advert. Steve passed it to me, my jaws dropped open slowly. In big black capital letters:
SELF-DEFENCE CAMP
below in smaller black words:
self defence skill was important to everyone, Learn: Long ranged, short ranged weapon, explosive weapons, body moves, mind relaxing, strategy planning skill, and Detective/Science knowledge. For teenagers age 12-18 for any genders, full insurans included.
below are all the registration dead line, registration area, date and location and below all those, in the smallest word.
by Self-Defence association S.D.A
and a contact number, followed with a name- Mr. Desmond Tiny
My breathe caught in the air, desmond tiny! How could he?
"so?" Steve grinned " So it looks cool? we can use guns, arrows, even grenades!"
"grenades?" My eyes brightened, momentary forgot Desmond Tiny. "even guns?"
"Of course!" Steve said, "Alan and tommy had registered, there left you. "
"Mum and Dad will let me, I'll ask her" I said.
* * * *
Angela and dermot had agreed, but still fidgety with it. Their son Darren was going to a self defence camp with guns and bombs.
"I can't affort to lose another one"Angela said softly to Dermot, recalling the day annie died. "oh.. i can't.."
"But you can see how happy he was!" Dermot said. " he almost fly up to heaven, you think i'm not worried? i am too!"
"We had lost annie, we can't lost darren" Angela insisted.
"Our boy had grown honey," Dermot said softly to his wife, holding her hand" Darren was going to be an adult 4 more years, i'm sure he can took care of himself"
Angela nodded sadly, but half heartly like it, she wanted to keep darren by her side, always, Little Darren was so happy, and he don't know his dear parents was worrying, and bad times lies ahead.
* * * *
"I'm going!" I cheered happily " I'm going, dad had registered for me today! For me!"
"Joy to the world!" Alan cheered together with me
"arrow guns!" Steve exclaimed " How cool was that?"
"the best was karate " Tommy grinned " I'm pawning that!"
"I'm short and small, non of that suits me..." Alan murmured.
"Maybe science knowledge? " I suggested.
"Maybe" Alan smiled thinly. " How bout' you, Darren?"
"Grenades?" I asked.
"Yeah! Darren the hot shot Shan!" Tommy applaused.
And there we are going, four more weeks to go!
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Post by Luan on Nov 14, 2007 3:41:17 GMT -5
Wow, self defence camp...is that something like a boot camp? Anyway, nice job. And...GRENADES??? HIT THE DECK! *ducks* At first I thought that the story was something like, Van Hellsing or something, but now it just went to the military category...
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Post by ER on Nov 15, 2007 8:36:24 GMT -5
ohh, it's just a plot connector, this camp idea was from my friend, (she search from web and found that USA had some camp like this, and then i search for foods at USA) later you'll see, pretzel, stromboli, and more. What is Van Hellsing?
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Post by ER on Nov 19, 2007 9:07:23 GMT -5
A long trip again, back to where i first met Debbie hemlock. Steve's mum fetch us to the campsite, cause my mum had to go to Uncle Derek's house. After dropping us there, and leave me and steve to mark out
attendence.
"Steve Leonard"
"Darren Shan"
The man nodded, marking out names, then lead us to the tent."By the way, my name is Mr. Horston - (in the original story, Larten Crepsly real name is Vur Horston)" he said, then interupted by Steve.
"Horston?" steve gasped.
"Zack Horston" Mr Horston said calmly. " I'm the co-founder, director, tresurer, security and safety department, short ranged weapon tutor in this camp. Now follow me."
He smiled, then leave us in a big grey tent " Mark your names again." the man infront of a desk spoke. I was to curious to look everywhere and haven't spotted the man. I searched for my name, darren Shan and mark
at a checkbox and give him back the paper.
"Hurm..darren Shan...steve Leonard..." He mused, hesitated " You know you both look familiar, had we met before."
I look at his face, my heart missed abit. I remember who's him instantly, the night at outcast parade, he was dressed in his shabby yellow suit and green wellington boots. He had short white hair - though he didn't look
old - and chunky pair of glasses, which i can see his bright sparkling blue eyes - and i can tell the different, i can see no one had the same eye with him - which his eyes was same with mine. Most of all, he has a nice
smile.
Desmond Tiny
I nodded a little, Steve frowned and shook his head.
"Are you certain?" Mr Tiny asked Steve " You look VERY familiar."
Again, steve shook his head.
"Oh nevermind, maybe i remember wrong."Mr.Tiny said" By the way, my name is Desmond Tiny, you can call me Mr. Tiny, I'm the patron of this camp, the founder, the cahirperson. Here" he handed us two bags out of
nowhere and said " Inside are timetables and materials. you can find more things inside, and your friends, Alan and Tommy was right there" He pointed to where tey was.
We jogged there, Alan and Tommy boomed. " Darren! Steve! come, we gonna take a look on our weapons"
Steve took out an arrow gun, and mused " Cool... but, not well designed" he sighed.
I took out a lead ball" Nice ball, where should i aim?"
"Nowhere" Alan smiled, then took out something" Look what's it?"
"what's the stupid green spot?" Steve frowned, poke the spot curiously.
Alan took back the plate with a green spot. " It's not a green spot, and it's not stupid. It's a mimbulus's cell."
"Mim - what?" Steve asked.
"Mimbulus, kind of cacti, "He said proudly " The cell wall looks tough!"
"Cell has a wall?" Steve grinned.
"Not that wall!" Alan snapped, "IT's a layer of cellulose which - "
"Okay okay... " I stopped him, "Nevermind explain cause we'll never get it right.
"Hmph..." Alan huffed.
"All right peoples" someone boomed, it's Mr.Tiny"Silence..."
Soon, less than 3 seconds, the tent fall into total silence, everyone's gaze was fixing at the short man."Good, i love that. I guess that all of you had known me, Mr.Tiny?" He was watching everyone through his thick
glasses.Then gave an uneasy glance at me, blue into blue, then we break eye contact."I hereby introduce Mr Zack Horston and Mr.Chang Os, the camp's co-founders and treasurers."
The two man step infront and bowed. I recgonize Mr.Horton. He has orangehair, it's quite long, pale face, dressed in black jumper and trousers. I guessed the red hair man beside Mr.Horston was Mr.Os. He had the
look of ugly, mean and evil man. i got a very bad feeling of him, and i am staying away from him for sure.
"Materials were prepared by Madam Sylvia Raexill and Mr.Chang Os."Mr.Tiny said. and the both of them bowed. " Security and safety, Mr Zack Horston, Raymond Anthony and Coneur Tamp. Food and Beverage,
Mr.Maw Claney and Mrs. Sheril Acres."
He followed by the tutors, all the tutors are same, after the introduction, Mr Tiny said " The time schedule, weapons, materials, all was inside the bag i gave you just now. Now we will have a feast before we begin out
camp, then there's another short speech and the camp begins!"
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Post by Luan on Nov 27, 2007 8:10:16 GMT -5
Wow, must be a tough time. I wouldn't go there if I were him...Nice update anyways.
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Post by ER on Nov 28, 2007 0:28:15 GMT -5
why a tought time? Well...he really has a tough time there, and this camp changes his life, forever. If he didn't go this camp, there's no story to write. =D
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Post by ER on Dec 2, 2007 5:08:02 GMT -5
"Self defence, " My Os said, walking around us, looking at everyone. "you'll always need to know. From bullies to kidnappers, it's important for everyone to know. There are seven defensive skills you'll need learn: Mind relaxing, a clear mind to fight; Body moves, then you'd no weapon;strategy planning skill, fast minded, swift reaction;short ranged and long ranged weapon, thousands of them; explosive weapons such as granades; science knowledge and detective skill, which was more usefull than others."
"In this camp, you'll learn and masteryour defensive skills, this brief explanation, i hope it's clear for everyone here.So shall we start as the schledule: Mind Relaxing, incharge by Mr. Claney. Later than, you'll all proceed to your dorms for 2 hours resting, putting your belongings, bath, rest... Before you start this first lesson, i must warn you here, we do not have guarantee of your valuebles, such as handphones, mp3, cash should be take care at your own risk, any lost , don't complain, we can try find the thief for you but we will not pay the lost. "
Steve groaned, as Mr. Claney took over, he hate mind relaxing, i heard him said that it's a useless stuff and boring, and should start off something like grenades or flashblanks. Worst of all, the mind relaxing last for 2 hours, Steve cursed and wish time pass faster.
"STEVE LEONARD!!!" Mr claney roared furiously at steve, who was twitching his mouth and cursing softly " you are not relaxing!"
"Okay... Carrot." Steve snarled " Such a beyotch to do mind relaxing, it's so hell boring, we should - "
"Steve!!!" Mr.Claney roared again, louder and lower his time, and everybody attention was at Steve, this make Mr.Claney flying with rage. "RELAX!!!"
* * * *
"We will have mind relaxing every morning 7.00 and 9 in the night." Steve cried " Each relaxing takes up to 30 minutes! I will be nuts when i got back."
"You'll have a good month" I laughed.
"stupid, stud, cretin - "He cursed loudly of Mr.Claney's name. then i turned to ask Alan
"Now what will we have next?
"Strategy Planning skill, by Mr Tiny and Mr Os " Alan said, smiling
* * * *
"After relaxing - still relaxing now " Mr Tiny said, gazing at everyone in the eyes "Straight to stratedy planning, which the main was to keep relax and calm. And remember, time is short and your brain had to click very fast."
"Fast minded, swift move, which enables to defeat your enemy, take chances,in one go, don't even bother to hesitate. Less talking, more planning and acting. So now let's learn about different situations."
* * * *
After 2 hours, the class ends, and Mr Tiny dismissed us " Half and Hour rest, guys" Mr. Tiny clapped his hand sharply. " be ready to body moves later"
"I'm pawning!" Tommy punch me in my ribs, a groaned, reply him a favour back on his stomach. I started to left the tent along with others, then Mr.Tiny called " Darren, i have a word or two with you."
I share a glance with Steve, Alan and Tommy, tell them i'll catch up, then walks toward him" Yes, Sir?"
"Just call me Mr.Tiny, that will be fine" he said, smiling sweetly "Hurm..."
"What?" I asked, i was gazing uneasily at him, especially on his eyes, blue to blue. His blue eyes was brighter than mine.
"How do you think of this camp?" He asked.
"Preety good." I forced a thin smile.
"Hmm... remember Darren, be strong, never admit defeat." he said of what i never aspect of " Trust your instinct, you'll know what to do then, you're a gifted one, trust your inner self."
I frowned, what he say that for? then Mr Tiny chuckled " Enough then, take a good rest for the tiring karate and all. More come next! Goodbye, until we meet again."
"Bye." I said, then go off to find steve and others.
Alan was always been defeated easily by tommy at classic karate, taekwondo, or any bodymoves, and i always draw with Steve. I can see how much Tommy love karate.
I didn't like Tiny much, i had met him in a wierd place, the outcast parade, i think he's not that normal. He's certainly not! But he got 10 over 10 rating by all the peoples here, which i had no single idea why!
we have long ranged weapon, Steve was natural in that. He got all bullseye, non of that missed a millimeter. While i was shaking with the heavy shotgun, sweat rolling down my head. When Mrs. Acres roared at me - he can't get a single bullet out of my gun before that - and i accidentaly fire the trigger, i hit just a few millimeters from the bullseye!
"Preety good for one who hasn't even aimed." Mrs. Acres nodded approvingly, happy. But at the corner of my eye, i saw Steve at aside, jealous of the complimenting.
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Post by Luan on Dec 5, 2007 7:15:08 GMT -5
Okay...carrot. XD That is so rich...
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Post by ER on Dec 7, 2007 2:54:23 GMT -5
carrot = claney, an idea suddenly pop into my mind, that's not in any of my books . =P
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Post by Luan on Dec 7, 2007 7:31:12 GMT -5
Oh! But still a good joke!
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