Citrus Posted March 19, 2005 Share Posted March 19, 2005 The Playground The children anxiously watched the second and minute hand on the clock waiting for it to pierce the time of 12:45. Feet tapped, legs shook, and hands crossed, all were the common symptoms of waiting for the recess bell to ring. Then, it happened. The bell rung and the children rushed out the classrooms and on to the playground. Each child went to their spots of the playground, the swings, slides, black top, handball courts, or the tetherball courts. Just then a purple aura blurred the children?s visions. This was a normal routine for them, in the blink of an eye they were somewhere else. They were in made-up countries that looked way different from the playground they were just on. The swings turned into a air force hangar, the slides turned into navy bases, the children on the black top turned into marines, the handball courts transformed into a bomb manufacture and the tetherball courts head quarters. And maybe the most important transformation has to be those of the children. They are no longer 6th graders, but are adults with adult mentality. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the small country of Bridgeport? ? This is Headquarters Member Q-456 coming in sir? a voice in a walkie talkie announced. ?Yes?? male voice answered. ?There is word of an attack on Bridgeport navy base at 0:9 hours.? The female voice responded. ?Send in the Blacktop Marines into combat positions and put the air force in a all out look-out for any suspicious happenings around the country.? ?Will do, sir Q-456 signing out?. The man looked up into the sky and watched planes zoom by. ?Ah, the pleasure of being Commander of the Bridgeport Army?.? He said aloud. Then something rumbled the earth beneath the army?s feet. A bomb, a bomb in the distance had gone off. ?MAYDAY MAYDAY!? a large army started flying, running, or cruising over to where the bomb had went off. The man laughed and started running himself loading a gun and shot it in the air. ?It?s finally time eh?? he chuckled. There is one main goal for the army of Bridgeport, as well as the other schools in the area....seek, and destroy each other. OOC: Ok if I get enough of people that are interested I will post this up in Adventure Inn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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