Journia
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The War Games
June 13th, 2034
That night, Miranda Gabriela and I, called the girls that were in our circle of friends and they called their friends, who called their friends and so on and so forth, so that by eight o’clock, phone calls were coming into my house by the dozens.
The next morning, the girls met with Seven of the boys who Vincent had recruited, as part of his plan. There was Finley Grace. A tall young man with red hair down to his shoulders. Bigsby Allen. A stout pudgy boy who wore his brown hair in a ponytail. Junius White, Regus Dei Omerias O’Connell. Yamelut Opraie and Darius Nouristani. They all wore uniforms like Vincent’s, but his was by far, the neatest looking.
“So, what is this plan we are supposed to act out?” one GIRL ASKED AS THEY ALL GREW QUIET.
“You will find out when the leader enters the room.” Finley Grace replied.
“Who is your leader?” She asked.
“Yeah! Who is he?” another girl asked.
“Tell us! Tell us!” More girls chanted.
“I am.” Everyone turned and faced Vincent, looking as sharp as ever. He walked down, unbuttoning his coat as he did so and laid it on the podium. I noticed some girls looking at him lustfully. “I am glad you all could join me ladies. But before I begin, I would like to have fifty of you sent out into the forests.”
“What? Why?” Some girls shouted.
“It is merely to lessen suspicion. I am sure a number of your friends here will be quite willing to explain the plan that is to unfold. But please, do not stop these proceedings, do not stop the blessing, before it even unfolds.”
“You mean we are going to get tickled so that you can save us?”
“Precisely.”
“You are mad.” One girl shouted.
“ALRIGHT THEN, LET ME DESCRIBE THIS SCENARIO. The boys find no one to tickle. They go hunting. They find you all in here. They burst in, attacking and tickling you all, and then, the plan is dashed. Your victory shall be snuffed out, like a flame under a dousing helmet. Is that what you really want? To be the first girl in the history of this academy, to almost win the seven days war games?” He glanced around at all the young women before him. They were silent. “Or do you want to be the first to become victorious. Do you wish to become legend in the future of this institution? Do you wish to be spoken of with grace, instead of the same, despair, with which you speak of your predecessors?”
“We want to win!” One girl shouted.
“Yeah!” others followed.
“Then fifty of you, go into the forests. You will be later informed of the proceedings which took place here.” Promptly, fifty girls, of all shapes, sizes, and dress, rose from their seats and filed out of the fort. There were fourteen people left.
“Turn on the projector.” Vincent ordered. A hole was opened in the roof , the bright sunlight shone through, and directly onto a large mirror with a copy of the map on the plastic paper our teachers used. The light was reflected onto a sheet, which was stretched taut on the wall. And there for everyone to see, was the map of the school.
“This is the school and the surrounding areas.”
“How wide is the school area?” One girl asked.
“That will be explained later.” he said with a sigh. “Now. The boys are in the north, and south western areas. They are concentrated in this area. Now, you have the east, and southern areas, with which to amass your supplies and weaponry.”
“How much weaponry are we talking?”
“Enough to bring the cows home. How is that my dear? Now. You may use one of my supply lines to transport your goods and supplies to your area. My appointees behind me will assist you in that if you desire to do so.”
Finley Grace stepped forward and bowed, followed by his other associates.
“Thank you Sergeant Grace. Now there are a number of ingredients to these weapons which I must explain. The first are these.” He pulled out the all too familiar water balloons. “These balloons are filled with a number of things. The first of these, is paint. Varying from red, to green, to any color you might imagine. The second, is filled with ink. The third of these is filled with rubbing alcohol, and the last of these is filled with urine. SOME OF OUR MOST VILE SOLDIERS EVEN USED THEIR OWN FECAL MATTER IN THEIR CONCOCTIONS.” To this, and the urine comment, many of the girls in the audience were disgusted. “I can understand your disgust, but I must also note. It is ruthlessness, that wins a battle, but a combination of that and cunning, which wins a war. I don’t put a thing past my soldiers. If I did, then they would overrun me.” After the meeting, which lasted about an hour and a half, Miranda, Gabriela and I accompanied Vincent into the main fortress where her turned off the recorded laughter and instructed his appointees to gather supplies. Once he had done that, we got into his team car, and rode deep into the dark forest. Finley Grace drove, and the four of us sat in the back.
“Ginger ale?” Vincent asked us, as we turned down a steep hill.
“Sure.” Gabriela and Miranda cheered as they held out their hands for the glasses.
“After giving them their drinks, he offered me one. I declined. Not wanting to be full of ginger ale when I got out of the car.
“How long will it take for us to get to the area so we can scout it out?” I inquired.
“About fifteen minutes Minerva dear. In which time, you should relax. No one is going to touch you.”
“Oh, I practice kendo. I know about how to defend myself. You should worry about yourself.”
“I fence, I know martial arts, and I know how to handle guns. I am pretty well prepared, especially since I carry one on me.”
“Oh man! “ Miranda TEASED. “Vincent IS A BAD BOY!”
“Please, I prefer to call it, well prepared.”
“Nazi.” Gabriela mumbled.
“I am not a Nazi.” He argued.
“The wolf in sheep’s clothing always said he wasn’t a wolf. Oh wait, was that another Nazi emblem? The Wolf?”
“No,” Miranda chimed in. “But Hitler was known as uncle wolf, by his nieces and nephews.”
“Humph. Either way, this Nazi is helping you to succeed.”
“Because you’re a black Nazi.”
“Vincent sighed. “Very well.” The next minutes were in silence. When we stopped, in the clearing, and got out. I found the area to be worth the picking. The trees and shrubbery were like cover in battle, and there were many hills and valleys. This area is perhaps the only place on the school grounds like this. And still is, most likely.
“If you will follow me, I will show you all the edge of eternity.” He walked over two logs and pushed forward into the bushes. We followed him, and broke through the trees with difficulty. When we did however, we found ourselves on the edge of the cliffs, upon which the school was built. The height of the sheer drops had to be miles, and the view was breathtaking. And it went on for eternity, just like Vincent said.
“Breath Taking.” I said with a sigh.
“Yes. It is isn’t it? Well, now I can see to it that your supplies is brought up. Do you want to have your stuff brought to this place by way of a supply line? Or do you want to have the young ladies bring it themselves?”
“Can we do both? It will be easier.” I asked.
“Certainly. Finley!” He called. “Part of their supplies is to be carried by them, and the other part is to be brought along the supply lines!”
“Got it sir!” Finley shouted. Finley throughout this time, struck me as a rather concerned individual, who hid something from us, and Vincent. I endeavored to find out what it was that he kept. As we finished our work for the day, I offered to sit up with Finley Grace.
“Hey, can I sit in the front of the car, while we are going back to the camp?” I asked Vincent.
“Certainly. He could use company. He has been a bit, despondent lately.” Okay thanks.” I jumped into the front seat, which if haven’t stated already, was cut off from the rest of the automobile, which made it seem even more like a Nazi car. Driving back, We were mostly very silent, but I decided to break the ice.
“Finley. Why are you so distant from everyone else?” I began.
“I am not distant, I merely wish to keep from danger.” He replied, without a moment of thought.
“If you wanted to keep from being in danger, you wouldn’t be driving for the leader of the most notorious group of ticklers in the school. Envy on one hand and detestation on the other, are equally fertile grounds for attacks upon your person.” I turned to face him. “You are like someone who keeps a secret. Am I correct?”
“Only as far as you believe you are.” He replied expressionlessly.
“You are hiding something aren’t you?”
“Nothing can I hide better than my gifts Minerva.”
“hiding things is one of your gifts, and you keep secrets like the fallen angels in the books in our library. You are keeping from me something great, I can see it in your eyes.”
“You see only lassitude. I haven’t slept for days.”
We came upon the crest of a hill, and I could see the dark school building there, like a caped figure in the woods. The car turned down the crest and we zipped through the forest, soon we were back at the camp.
“I hope my talk with you was not to harsh, or creeping to you.. But I can not help but believe that you hide something that could help my friends and I. You shouldn’t keep secrets Finley.” I said to him before we both left the car.
“Some secrets are meant to be kept, for the good of the people. I can say nothing as of yet. Doubtful if I ever will.” He replied.
That night, I thought on this moment we had. Nothing fruitful came of it, except for what he said before we departed. “Some secrets are kept for the good of the people.” Could it be that he had something of great importance as I had falsely claimed him to possess? Or was he simply becoming receptive to my prowess and powers, as so many of his kind do? Perhaps I would find out. This is what I thought about, as Miranda and Gabriela worked on the supply lines and told their friends about the plan. Which then was spread to the other girls. Telephone.
The War Games
June 13th, 2034
That night, Miranda Gabriela and I, called the girls that were in our circle of friends and they called their friends, who called their friends and so on and so forth, so that by eight o’clock, phone calls were coming into my house by the dozens.
The next morning, the girls met with Seven of the boys who Vincent had recruited, as part of his plan. There was Finley Grace. A tall young man with red hair down to his shoulders. Bigsby Allen. A stout pudgy boy who wore his brown hair in a ponytail. Junius White, Regus Dei Omerias O’Connell. Yamelut Opraie and Darius Nouristani. They all wore uniforms like Vincent’s, but his was by far, the neatest looking.
“So, what is this plan we are supposed to act out?” one GIRL ASKED AS THEY ALL GREW QUIET.
“You will find out when the leader enters the room.” Finley Grace replied.
“Who is your leader?” She asked.
“Yeah! Who is he?” another girl asked.
“Tell us! Tell us!” More girls chanted.
“I am.” Everyone turned and faced Vincent, looking as sharp as ever. He walked down, unbuttoning his coat as he did so and laid it on the podium. I noticed some girls looking at him lustfully. “I am glad you all could join me ladies. But before I begin, I would like to have fifty of you sent out into the forests.”
“What? Why?” Some girls shouted.
“It is merely to lessen suspicion. I am sure a number of your friends here will be quite willing to explain the plan that is to unfold. But please, do not stop these proceedings, do not stop the blessing, before it even unfolds.”
“You mean we are going to get tickled so that you can save us?”
“Precisely.”
“You are mad.” One girl shouted.
“ALRIGHT THEN, LET ME DESCRIBE THIS SCENARIO. The boys find no one to tickle. They go hunting. They find you all in here. They burst in, attacking and tickling you all, and then, the plan is dashed. Your victory shall be snuffed out, like a flame under a dousing helmet. Is that what you really want? To be the first girl in the history of this academy, to almost win the seven days war games?” He glanced around at all the young women before him. They were silent. “Or do you want to be the first to become victorious. Do you wish to become legend in the future of this institution? Do you wish to be spoken of with grace, instead of the same, despair, with which you speak of your predecessors?”
“We want to win!” One girl shouted.
“Yeah!” others followed.
“Then fifty of you, go into the forests. You will be later informed of the proceedings which took place here.” Promptly, fifty girls, of all shapes, sizes, and dress, rose from their seats and filed out of the fort. There were fourteen people left.
“Turn on the projector.” Vincent ordered. A hole was opened in the roof , the bright sunlight shone through, and directly onto a large mirror with a copy of the map on the plastic paper our teachers used. The light was reflected onto a sheet, which was stretched taut on the wall. And there for everyone to see, was the map of the school.
“This is the school and the surrounding areas.”
“How wide is the school area?” One girl asked.
“That will be explained later.” he said with a sigh. “Now. The boys are in the north, and south western areas. They are concentrated in this area. Now, you have the east, and southern areas, with which to amass your supplies and weaponry.”
“How much weaponry are we talking?”
“Enough to bring the cows home. How is that my dear? Now. You may use one of my supply lines to transport your goods and supplies to your area. My appointees behind me will assist you in that if you desire to do so.”
Finley Grace stepped forward and bowed, followed by his other associates.
“Thank you Sergeant Grace. Now there are a number of ingredients to these weapons which I must explain. The first are these.” He pulled out the all too familiar water balloons. “These balloons are filled with a number of things. The first of these, is paint. Varying from red, to green, to any color you might imagine. The second, is filled with ink. The third of these is filled with rubbing alcohol, and the last of these is filled with urine. SOME OF OUR MOST VILE SOLDIERS EVEN USED THEIR OWN FECAL MATTER IN THEIR CONCOCTIONS.” To this, and the urine comment, many of the girls in the audience were disgusted. “I can understand your disgust, but I must also note. It is ruthlessness, that wins a battle, but a combination of that and cunning, which wins a war. I don’t put a thing past my soldiers. If I did, then they would overrun me.” After the meeting, which lasted about an hour and a half, Miranda, Gabriela and I accompanied Vincent into the main fortress where her turned off the recorded laughter and instructed his appointees to gather supplies. Once he had done that, we got into his team car, and rode deep into the dark forest. Finley Grace drove, and the four of us sat in the back.
“Ginger ale?” Vincent asked us, as we turned down a steep hill.
“Sure.” Gabriela and Miranda cheered as they held out their hands for the glasses.
“After giving them their drinks, he offered me one. I declined. Not wanting to be full of ginger ale when I got out of the car.
“How long will it take for us to get to the area so we can scout it out?” I inquired.
“About fifteen minutes Minerva dear. In which time, you should relax. No one is going to touch you.”
“Oh, I practice kendo. I know about how to defend myself. You should worry about yourself.”
“I fence, I know martial arts, and I know how to handle guns. I am pretty well prepared, especially since I carry one on me.”
“Oh man! “ Miranda TEASED. “Vincent IS A BAD BOY!”
“Please, I prefer to call it, well prepared.”
“Nazi.” Gabriela mumbled.
“I am not a Nazi.” He argued.
“The wolf in sheep’s clothing always said he wasn’t a wolf. Oh wait, was that another Nazi emblem? The Wolf?”
“No,” Miranda chimed in. “But Hitler was known as uncle wolf, by his nieces and nephews.”
“Humph. Either way, this Nazi is helping you to succeed.”
“Because you’re a black Nazi.”
“Vincent sighed. “Very well.” The next minutes were in silence. When we stopped, in the clearing, and got out. I found the area to be worth the picking. The trees and shrubbery were like cover in battle, and there were many hills and valleys. This area is perhaps the only place on the school grounds like this. And still is, most likely.
“If you will follow me, I will show you all the edge of eternity.” He walked over two logs and pushed forward into the bushes. We followed him, and broke through the trees with difficulty. When we did however, we found ourselves on the edge of the cliffs, upon which the school was built. The height of the sheer drops had to be miles, and the view was breathtaking. And it went on for eternity, just like Vincent said.
“Breath Taking.” I said with a sigh.
“Yes. It is isn’t it? Well, now I can see to it that your supplies is brought up. Do you want to have your stuff brought to this place by way of a supply line? Or do you want to have the young ladies bring it themselves?”
“Can we do both? It will be easier.” I asked.
“Certainly. Finley!” He called. “Part of their supplies is to be carried by them, and the other part is to be brought along the supply lines!”
“Got it sir!” Finley shouted. Finley throughout this time, struck me as a rather concerned individual, who hid something from us, and Vincent. I endeavored to find out what it was that he kept. As we finished our work for the day, I offered to sit up with Finley Grace.
“Hey, can I sit in the front of the car, while we are going back to the camp?” I asked Vincent.
“Certainly. He could use company. He has been a bit, despondent lately.” Okay thanks.” I jumped into the front seat, which if haven’t stated already, was cut off from the rest of the automobile, which made it seem even more like a Nazi car. Driving back, We were mostly very silent, but I decided to break the ice.
“Finley. Why are you so distant from everyone else?” I began.
“I am not distant, I merely wish to keep from danger.” He replied, without a moment of thought.
“If you wanted to keep from being in danger, you wouldn’t be driving for the leader of the most notorious group of ticklers in the school. Envy on one hand and detestation on the other, are equally fertile grounds for attacks upon your person.” I turned to face him. “You are like someone who keeps a secret. Am I correct?”
“Only as far as you believe you are.” He replied expressionlessly.
“You are hiding something aren’t you?”
“Nothing can I hide better than my gifts Minerva.”
“hiding things is one of your gifts, and you keep secrets like the fallen angels in the books in our library. You are keeping from me something great, I can see it in your eyes.”
“You see only lassitude. I haven’t slept for days.”
We came upon the crest of a hill, and I could see the dark school building there, like a caped figure in the woods. The car turned down the crest and we zipped through the forest, soon we were back at the camp.
“I hope my talk with you was not to harsh, or creeping to you.. But I can not help but believe that you hide something that could help my friends and I. You shouldn’t keep secrets Finley.” I said to him before we both left the car.
“Some secrets are meant to be kept, for the good of the people. I can say nothing as of yet. Doubtful if I ever will.” He replied.
That night, I thought on this moment we had. Nothing fruitful came of it, except for what he said before we departed. “Some secrets are kept for the good of the people.” Could it be that he had something of great importance as I had falsely claimed him to possess? Or was he simply becoming receptive to my prowess and powers, as so many of his kind do? Perhaps I would find out. This is what I thought about, as Miranda and Gabriela worked on the supply lines and told their friends about the plan. Which then was spread to the other girls. Telephone.
