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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Apr-25-2012 16:52



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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

May-7-2012 10:25

Judges,

I started thinking about the judging and I realized I never mentioned about it. Judging will be grading by numbers. 100 being the highest, 0 being the lowest. The competition has officially started, and we've already got one post. I hope to see more soon!

Cekuray
Cekuray
Well-Connected

May-8-2012 00:31

For attention of Prince of Shangri-La



'' To Althea

I have a little hobby. Come, sit, I'll tell you what;
it's just a little pastime, I think you'll agree too.
Just, would you like a cuppa? It comes so piping hot,
we'll warm our hands upon the mug and gas about who's who.
.
That's right, just you get comfy; - I see you've drunk the lot!
Well, now I'll let you in on my secret, dark habit.
I lure in unsuspecting young people, to this spot;
this room has seen some beauties, I've skinned them like a rabbit.
.
You look a little puzzled. There really is no need.
I'll explain what is happening; the drug was in your cup!
you'll find it hard to move now; don't pay it any heed;
that's just to make it easy for me to truss you up.
.
Now, dear, I cannot hear you; - I know it's hard to speak,
so don't know why you're trying, - relax and let me work.
My hobby's so absorbing, the pow'r-rush makes me squeak;
The high anticipation; - the smell of blood and murk...
.
You see me lay the plastic; you watch with frightened eyes;
I pick out nice clean scalpels, you roll your head and strain;
I cut some juicy slices of flesh out from your thighs,
and pop them in the frypan, then cut and come again.
.
Oh dear, you've only fainted! That will not do! Not fair!
That spoils the whole effect, wake up! I need to see your pain!
- Dear me, they keep on dying; I'll have to take more care.
I don't know why it happens. Each one I've tried in vain... ''



Signed:
Wladislav ''Hannibal'' Buranek
''your daily Villain and dedicated fan''.


Night Queen
Night Queen
Old Shoe

May-8-2012 08:14

My entry is still forthcoming. I have completed a first draft and am still revising and editing.

Another superb entry from Cekuray. I love the sinister poetry!

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

May-8-2012 09:17

Great posts to the two of you who posted. Both are excellent!

Cekuray
Cekuray
Well-Connected

May-8-2012 13:42

Waiting for your post to cheer NQ! Good luck everybody!

Ivy Spini
Ivy Spini
Well-Connected

May-9-2012 01:44

Night Queen, sinister as in opposed to dexter poetry? Although, "I have a little hobby" may be both.
I do like it indeed.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:00

The inside of the tent was sweltering, and rivulets of sweat streaked the back of Molly’s neck as she perused a scroll. The only illumination offered was a dusty old lamp, nearly clogged with the desert sands of Egypt that surrounded her on all sides. Her eyelashes were clogged with the damned sand- her ears, her hair, it gritted between her teeth when she spoke, and her entire mouth tasted of parched rocks and sunlight. It was more torture than a soul should have to bear.
But she only had to bear it for a night longer, she thought as her blood began to pound with adrenaline. For there on the scroll, concealed in the centuries-old hieroglyphics, was the answer to the riddle they had been searching for. The location of the 9 scored ankh of Hatshepsut, or “The Nine Lives” as it was called in most theory. A priceless ankh cast of white gold, encrusted with 9 huge rubies around the rim, and priceless stones all down the hilt. It was a long-lost treasure, coveted by many seekers. It was said to be cursed, however. Some said that the Gods grew infuriated at Hatshepsut’s arrogance, of her taking the sacred symbol and making it gaudy with worldly accoutrements. The very thing that was to guarantee her enduring life, was said to have cursed her, and brought her downfall. It was said that Senenmut, her chief architect and lover, had realized this mistake and hidden the artifact away. But it was too late for he and his queen both. The only thing that remained of this legacy was the tattered papyrus scroll he had left as a riddled guide to the ankhs location.
Molly had pored for hours over the papyrus, and the singular riddle it contained.
“If you go where it is most holy. The ninth will grant you life.” Just beneath this was a crude sketch of a pillar. Molly had suddenly been struck with its meaning. Most holy. The temple Senenmut had built for Hatshepsut at Deir El-Bahari. It was called Djeser-Djeseru, or “Holy of Holies” The ninth will grant you life- the pillar must


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:00

reference the many colonnades in the structure- perhaps the ninth was the clue. She hurriedly scrawled this in her notes, but abandoned them as she shook Thomas awake and hurriedly whispered her discovery. He sprang out of bed and saddled the horses as she grabbed her tools, and they mounted and set out for the looming temple that they had made camp near 10 days past.
“Madam I hate to alarm you, but there are lights following us.” Thomas whispered to her, scratching his balding head in worry as he turned to glance over his shoulder. Molly followed his look and saw a string of lights rapidly drawing close to their camp.
“Behind the dune, Thomas!” she whispered, and they steered their mounts off to the right, where a large crag of sand would conceal them from curious eyes.
“What are they doing?” he whispered, and she rose up to get a better look.
“That’s an awful lot of light.” She murmured, squinting her eyes. “Oh! Thomas! They’ve lit our tent on fire!”
“What!” He shouted, and she quickly shushed him. She could barely make out the shouts of the men, as their torchlight seemed to suddenly spread out in every direction.
“Thomas, they’re searching for us.” She breathed.
“Who are they?” he whispered.
“It’s hard to say. It could be government, it could be treasure-hunters. Or the people that inhabit the dunes. Perhaps we were too vocal about our mission.”
But the answer soon came to the duo, for a band of three or four men came their way, riding on horseback. The shifting sands concealed their horses steps, and Thomas petted at the muzzle of the horses, dissuading them from making much noise. Molly squinted her eyes, but soon widened them in shock as one of the men came close enough to make out his face.

“Where in the blazes could that woman have gone?” Jack Billings asked, casting his eyes about curiously. In one hand he held a sheaf of papers- the notes from her desk! Surely now he would know the location of the ankh. “No matter, she led us right to the


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:01

treasure. Onward!”
So saying, he spurred his mount, and with an answering cry, his men urged their horses towards the great silent complex of Deir El-Bahari. When they had gone, Thomas turned to his partner. “I do believe the jig is up.” He said sadly. Molly was chewing her lip in thought.
“No, Thomas.” She finally said, narrowing her eyes. “That man has taken enough from me already, I’ll be damned to hell if he gets this one too!”
Before he could blink, she had sprang onto her horse and torn off in hot pursuit of her husband.
“What a spectacularly troubled marriage.” Thomas muttered to himself as he laboriously drew himself into the saddle again.
By the time the two had reached the complex, 5 horses milled about complacently, the reins dropped in the sand. Molly and Thomas dismounted a ways away, dropping their reins and pulling out their guns in unison. On fleet feet they darted up the endless stairs and terraces, once filled with gardens so long ago, now just stones and sand, drawing closer to Hatshepsuts temple. They heard voices at the top, and the unmistakable clanging of a shovel on stone.
“I’m certain this is the one, dig faster!” Jack was saying, and the man he spoke to nodded once and struck out harder with the shovel at the base of the colonnade. Sparks rang out. Thomas made a move to run forward, but Molly stopped him, her brow furrowed in concentration. “That isn’t right, Thomas.” She whispered excitedly. “the scroll, the column in the scroll was from a different perspective. This isn’t the right side, it’s the opposite column.”
Both pairs of eyes moved to the other column, rising up into the darkness 10 yards away. She quietly shushed her partner and led him to it in a crouch, praying the group would not turn and notice their progress. She got down on her knees and felt around, tracing the ancient symbols with her fingertips until she found one, rough-hewn in a crude ankh. The stone beneath her fingers gave a little, rattling. Praying to the Gods

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:01

for silence, she groped for its edges and slid it out of the column. There, just behind it, winking at her in its obscenity, was the bejeweled artifact. She grasped it and passed it to Thomas without a moment to spare, rising as he dropped it into his satchel. She turned to him with a triumphant look and suddenly registered the eerie silence, and Thomas’ pale face in torchlight that was suddenly too bright.
“Well done, my darling wife.” Came Jack Billings voice, and she spun on her heel to find her husbands handsome face an inch from her own, as was the pistol he had aimed at her. “Now hand over the ankh, and I won’t have to become a widower.”
“Don’t do it, Thomas.” She said immediately, but concern for her well-being won out, and Thomas handed Jack the satchel.
“Good man.” Jack said casually, and then shot him between the eyes. The men circled around the scene chortled at Molly’s scream. “Tell you what, dear. We’ll give you a fighting chance. You’ll get a three minute head start, then we’ll be after you. We’ll see how long you can last in the desert without your faithful assistant.”
Tears streaking down her cheeks, Molly wasted no time, turning on her heel and fleeing as fast as she could. As she darted down the terraces towards the horses, she prayed to God for Thomas, and for the strength to face her husband some other time, in some other place, and regain the cursed treasure her friend had died for."

To be continued... on the RP Board under Nine Lives! ;D *mugs for invisible cameras*



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