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A Titanic Adventure, Chapter EightCHAPTER EIGHT
Charlotte and The Doctor walked into the main First Class deck, which was turn into a beautiful dance area.
The band they had met while on their smoke break was getting ready to greet the large group of couples The Doctor and Charlotte were just walking into.
Suddenly, they all appeared in front of the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen-"
Charlotte jumped, not realizing one of them was right next to her.
"Everyone up and out
Follow the band and shout:
"Isn't this a lovely day?" YES!"
The sang, escorting the large group.
"Watching all the ladies in Parisian fashions
Young Mister Hartley
Is playing quite smartly
In rhythm that could never lag
It's a musical treat
To hear a band with a beat
Performing their latest rag!"
There was one third of the group flooding into the area, starting to dance.
"How do you do, my friends?
So good to see you once more!
How long since we first met?
Has it been three days or four?
It seems like so much longer
Letters To A Young Gilda, Chapter 1 Chapter One
"time for the great crime... then the great escape...."
She tapped on her PeachPod playlist ironically titled"ROBBERY ROCK".
She tapped shuffle,turned the volume up so every sound was muted, and her wings spreaded out, about to fling herself into the store.
She backed down, and leaped into the air.
She burst through the windows, going so fast that she was only bleeding form the glass in a few spots.
She stood up in a small puddle of her own blood, and some glass.
She wiped the blood off she no longer bleeding cuts and muttered.
"I don't have time caring about my health, I gotta rob n' run."
She ran through the store, ripping boxed cell phones form the shelves into a few of her extra-large bags. Peach-I computer boxes were thrown into one of her free arms by their plastic carrying handle.
PeachPods,expensive cameras,PeachPads, expensive software, PeachPhones, and every single thing that was considered valuable was in her bags.
The music had muted th
Letters To A Young Gilda, ProloguePrologue
It was a stormy evening in Manehattan, It was effecting some ponies who closed the windows of their squashed-together,pent-house suites, or just high-up apartments.Other ponies walked the streets in their expensive head-to-toe rain gear.
But not for one creature.
On top of one of the highest -and oldest- Churches in the area, stood the creature among ancient stone figures that seemed to guard the church.
The creature was a griffon.
It peered over the edge of the church's high up platform, watch as a startling 100 or so feet below closing up a shop.
It zipped up a black hoodie and up the hood up, covering it's face.
It's wings spread out, casting a black shadow below on the dark alleyway that led to the store.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground without a sound in the pouring rain.
The screen and the sign of a PeachPod -A peach with a bite taken out of it- lit up,illuminating the face of the griffon.
It had a white face, It's eyes were golden with a gray ligh
A Titanic Adventure, Chapter SevenCHAPTER SEVEN
The Doctor jumped back.
"there's something wrong, isn't there?" Charlotte said, looking sad.
"n-no! Of course not, I just got a chill!" he insisted.
"Hold on for second, I'll be right back." He darted off, making a turn into the storage area where the TARDIS was sitting. He flipped a few switches and it wasn't a time-traveling spaceship anymore. I twas just a like a house. he quickly changed into a formal 1900's suit along with his trademark bowtie and a top hat.
"Well, would you like to go to the main First Class deck, Madame Bixbie?" he asked, making her jump.
"Doctor!" she hissed. "Please don't sneak up no me like that!" She stood up straight, adjusting her dress.
"you're asking me to accompany you?"
"you could say that." he smiled.
The walked off, arms linked.
As they walked off, they stopped when there were four men outside, smoking.
One with wearing a black suit and a tie,and was holding a top hat in his hand that
A Titanic Adventure, Chapter Six CHAPTER Six
"so, you're the 'Doctor'?" Charlotte asked curiously.
"Yes. And you're Charlotte Bixbie."
"So, you help people?"
"You could define it as that."
She stayed silent.
"Why are you so quiet?"
She remind quiet and looking at the approaching sea, debating in her head rather to tell him her life story.
He put a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manor.
"Charlotte......" He whispered, "do you need a doctor?"
She sighed. "That's why I'm on this ship."
"I need a doctor."
"Why do you need a Doctor?"
She saw a empty barrel next to her, and sat un lady-like upon it.
"I was adopted. My foster fmaily never spoke of my real parents. My foster parents all died in an accident when I was eleven. With my foster parents, I was the only one who never went to the Doctor for some reason. They said I was 'different'. They said they didn't want me looking like a freak. They wanted me to be normal. I wanted to be normal. I lived with my -biological- Uncle Albert for a few
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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