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TIME: June 27th, 2009. 6:12 PM. LOCATION: Shoppe's Jewelers, Bayville, New York. THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.
Officer Burns looked at me strange. “Characters?” “Yes, characters,” I repeated, making Raynea appear beside me. “Believe me when I say that she’s the best of the best. She’ll be able to sneak in and free the hostages, and get every single one of the bad guys before you can say Jiminy Cricket. Best of all, she can’t get hurt because she’s not even real.” I winked ay Raynea. Burns pondered it for a moment. “Sounds like a plan,” he said at last. “Let’s just hope it works.” “Then Raynea,” I said with a smile, “let’s get this party started!” Raynea morphed into her shadow form, disappearing from view. Since Raynea was a part of me, I could keep track of what she was doing as she went in, slipping under the door like the shadow she was. Then she slithered her way to the group of hostages huddled on the floor and, pulling out her knife, cut their bonds; then she used her powers to make them temporarily turn into shadows as well, when their guards were not looking. However, in a second one of them looked and was astonished by the disappearance of his precious hostages. “What the-” It had only taken Raynea that one second to take the hostages outside, return them to their human forms, and get back inside to give the bad guys a whipping they’d never forget. She cut off the guard mid-sentence by whacking hm in the mouth with a powerful kick, making him pass out of the floor. She melted into shadow, and the other six guards cautiously backed together, looking frantically for their opponent. “Boo,” she said, materializing in front of one of them, and before he could react, sent him flying in to the wall. The remaining five thugs closed in on her, cornering her against the wall. “Hmm, five against one,” she said with a smirk. “Not much of a fair fight--for you.” She jumped into the air and whirled her legs around, taking out three of them, and rid herself of the other two by knocking their heads together. "Piece a cake," she said, dusting off her gloved hands. "Seven down, six more to go." "Hey, boys," she said, standing in the doorway of the next room, the one full of pricey items through which the robbers were busy rifling. "Wanna play?" When the men caught sight of her, they dropped everything and lunged for her. She ran to them head-on, whipped out her laser gun unexpectedly and set it to "stun," shooting each one of them in under five seconds. Putting the gun back in its holster, she said aloud, "Like taking candy from a baby." "Imagination," I interrupted, tapping my head. "I can bring my imagination to life, and so with God's help, I can make anything happen." "You truly are amazing, Dreamer Girl."
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ Well, I have made ONE friend here on Super Mutants(besides Black Widow, who was my friend before), and that is Wonder Woman..........she's already put me in her story! Thank you Miss Wonder!!!!!!!!!! I'm always ready to help! (Don't worry if I seem a little nuts; I am a crazy authoress after all.) Anyway, what I was planning to say was.........Did any of you read my last entry? Yes? No? Maybe so? WELL IT'S VITAL TO THE REST OF THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and also, for you to better understand it, I suppose I should tell you that the X-Men I use in this story are not from the movie, but from the cartoon, "X-Men Evolution." In it, most of them are still teenagers---Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Shadowcat, Spyke(have you ever heard of him?), and Iceman. Storm and Wolverine are adults, however. Bad guys include the Blob, Quicksilver, Avalanche, and Toad---still teenagers---and Mystique as their leader. ~~~~~ TIME: June 23rd, 2009---10:18 AM. LOCATION: Singer's Apartments, Bayville, New York. THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.
"Hey, a fire," I said thoughtfully to myself, flying in front of a burning apartment building(how often does that happen to superheroes, really???). "Six people trapped upstairs, the fire's super-hot and out of control, and the whole place is about to blow 'cause it's ran by a gas heater. OK girl, think. What's the best way to resolve this problem?" I thought hard for a moment, and snapped my fingers when it came to me. "A wave!" Closing my eyes, I imagined a wave of water, just big enough to douse the whole building but not so much as to flood the streets. I heard a gigantic crash of water, and after that, a moment of stunned silence; then cheers. As I landed on the ground, an African-American policeman beside me asked, "Did you do that?" I smiled uncertainly and nervously rubbed the back of my head, wondering if he was going to arrest me. "Um.....yes?" "Girl, you just saved the lives of six people," he congratulated me. "You're a hero! Got a name?" "Dreamer Girl, at your service, Officer," I said with a little bob of a curtsy(I do that). "Well, good job, Dreamer Girl." Saluting playfully, like Lavender always did before she flew away from a scene, I kicked my rocket boots into gear and took off. Next day I showed up at a grocery store robbery, just as the thief was getting away. "Going somewhere?" I said, grinning. "Outta my way, little girl!" he yelled, pointing his gun at me. Then my eyes flashed pink, and several of my best crime-fighting characters appeared behind me. "Let's ge this party started!!!!!" I yelled, and within two minutes i had him gift-wrapped for the police---literally. I was just tying the ribbon around him in a bow when the squad car showed up. "There you are, Officer," I said with a smile. It was the same policeman as before. "You can arrest him now." And with that, I flew away. That night I saw somebody speeding down the road and causing chaos, futilely pursued by police cars. I was flying overhead, about 200 feet in the air, and I made Raynea appear on the rooftop beside me. "Raynea, would you do the honors?" I said. With a confident smile underneath her black bandanna, Raynea took her laser gun out of its holster, twirled it around her fingers, and with pinpoint accuracy blew out each and every one of the guy's tires. With that, the car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street, and Lavender used her force-field powers to push it over to the side of the road, where the police surrounded him. The black officer looked up and searched the skies as he put the criminal in the car, and upon seeing me, he waved. "The key to making the police like you," Lavender said, "is to help them with their job, not do it for them. And try not to act as if you're above the law, either, because you're not. It makes 'em jealous, and that's why they call you a vigilante and try to arrest you." I put this advice into action when two days later, there was a jewelry heist on Kossuth Street, with eleven hostages inside. The police were outside trying to figure out what to do when I landed next to Officer Burns, the black man I kept meeting up with. "What's the situation?" I asked. "They've got every hostage heavily guarded, and they're well armed---machine guns, all of 'em. And from the looks of it, they're gonna wipe the place clean before they come out." "How many?" I wanted to know. "Thirteen. Whoever these guys are, they've got good organization and a lot of guts to rob a store in broad daylight with that many teammates." Taking a deep breath, I rolled my shoulders back bravely(I always do that before I plunge into something). "Do I have your permission to go inside, Officer?" He looked surprised that I would ask, but he recovered in a second and answered, "No, absolutely not. It's too risky and we don't want anyone getting hurt---including yourself." "All right then," I submitted respectfully. "But would it be OK if I sent in one of my characters?"
Semper Fidelis,
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I think this one looks more like me, since she has dirty-dishwater-blonde hair like me. ^^
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TIME: June 21st, 2009---5:15 PM. LOCATION: Xavier Institute, Bayville, New York. THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.
“Oh, my goodness gosh,” I said, staring at what was left of the Xavier Institute. “What the heck happened here?” Elenya placed her hand on one of the bars of the Institute’s gates. “They were attacked by the Brotherhood of Mutants,” she said softly, using her angelic instinct. “Mystique snuck inside and set the self-destruct. They had to relocate.” “But where?” I questioned helplessly. “I-I don’t know,” Elenya stammered, shutting her eyes tight and trying to concentrate. “The Spirit won’t tell me.” “Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish,” Raynea(my dark side), stated, putting her hands on her hips. “Where are we supposed to go if the X-Men are gone?” “And what am I supposed to do?” I moaned. “Last time God sent you here, it was to witness to the X-Men and show them that He made them the way they are, not that it was another step in the evolutionary process,” Lavender said thoughtfully. “I wonder what your mission is this time?” “You could become a vigilante,” suggested Kitten, a character from Nine Lives who could talk to cats and understand them. “A vigilante?” I sputtered. “Vigilantes are against the law!” “That may be true,” said Joey, my best friend as far as characters go, who looks like a mummy because he’d been horribly scarred by mutant smallpox and had to wrap himself up in cloth bandages. “But you don’t have to be all dark and mysterious like Batman--or Raynea.” He gave said vigilante-girl a meaningful look(Joey and Raynea never get along too well). “Pretty much the mask is what makes people distrust you. I mean, everybody loves Superman! Why? ‘Cause he doesn’t wear a mask. And besides, you don’t need a secret identity--this isn’t your dimension anyway.” “Wow, Joey, I’m amazed,” Raynea said sarcastically. “That’s the most words I’ve ever heard you say at one time.” Joey was indignant. “Hey, I might be quiet, but at least I’m not mean like you.” “I suppose that takes care of one question,” I said to keep an argument from starting, “but what about the other one? Where do I go?” Elenya grinned. “No problem. There’s an abandoned treehouse in the woods just outside of town. If I fly you there, it shouldn’t take too long.” I suddenly got an idea. “Or I could imagine myself a pair of rocket boots! Lightweight, compact, fuel in the soles--goes up to right about here.” I pointed to a spot about two inches below my knee, and the boots appeared. “Black? Icky. How ‘bout white?” They became white. “Perfect! And I’ll need flight stabilizers on my hands--fingerless gloves that go to my elbow.” Said flight stabilizers appeared instantly. “Ha ha! Cool! Oh, and the rockets turn on by a switch I have to kick on the left heel.” Grinning, I kicked on the rockets and I lifted into the air; I’d always wanted to fly. “This is so cool!!!!! Lead the way, ‘Len. All the rest of you, Lo Irin!” (Lo Irin is what I have to say to make my characters go back into my head.) The treehouse was small, about 10 years old I guessed from its condition. Once inside, I did a little “redecorating”--I used my imagination to repair the door, install glass in the windows, and furnish the place with a small dresser, a desk to put my writing stuff in, a little metal-rimmed bad, and a full-length mirror. Oh, and a lamp. ^_^ “Okay then” I said, admiring my work. “Now, if I’m gonna be a superhero, I need a costume, right?” Elenya helped me design a costume. I imagined a white tank top with spaghetti straps, making sure it wasn’t too revealing, and put a cute, swirly heart design in magenta, decorated with little faux jewels, on its front. Then a white pleated skort reaching five inches above the knee, with a single magenta stripe running along the hem. “I like it,” I said, turning around so the skirt spun. “I really like it.” “What’ll we call you, though?” Elenya wondered. “Hmmmm…..” I said thoughtfully. “How about Dreamer Girl?”
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TIME: June 21st, 3:37 PM. LOCATION: Tropical Sunrise Pool, Bayville, New York. THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.
Elenya “just knew” which locker was mine, and in number 161 I found my purple Eastport backpack. There was a change of clothes, my shoes, two of my notebooks, a brush, and my Bride “Live to Die” CD--all the necessities. It didn’t take long to brush out my hair, now that I’d gotten it cut(last time I was in the Marvel universe, I’d had long hair that went almost to my waist, and it would take at least 15 minutes to get all the tangles, longer when I’d been in the pool). My outfit consisted of my white shorts and a blue T-shirt that went four inches past my waist and had three crosses and the Bible verse, “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed” on it. One of my favorites, that T-Shirt always made me think of the song “I Am Free” by Newsboys, and so I was humming it as I shouldered my backpack and set off for the Institute. “I am free to run (I am free to run)--I am free to dance (I am free to dance)--I am free to live for You (I am free to live for You)--I am free (I am free)--Yes I am free! (I am free!)” “You know, that song would be a good theme song for you,” commented Lavender, one of my alter egos. “How so?” I asked. “Well, it’s such a happy song about freedom in Jesus,” Lavender said. “You’re so happy-go-lucky and carefree all the time, and that’s because Jesus Christ has taken over your life. Remember when you were a kid, and you used to get into all kinds of trouble, and it made everyone mad at you 95 percent of the time?” “Don’t remind me?” I scoffed. “Nobody trusted you, and then when you hit your teens, you tried over and over again to change but you couldn’t by yourself; yet you thought that since you’d been asking God to forgive you and then going right back to your sins over and over again, he wouldn’t help you anymore.” “Right,” I agreed. “That’s where Raynea came from, you know.” “So you were sad and bitter all the time, and you started writing all those dark stories under the pen name, Raynea Blackstone. You even had a blog that your mother didn’t know about, and you got on there when you were supposed to be doing your schoolwork or when they were gone, when you weren’t even supposed to be on the computer.” “Yes, yes, I remember,” I said, a little irritably. I don’t like recalling those days. “And then one day you finally got caught,” Lavender went on. “Mommy and Daddy were mad at you for months, and you thought that your life couldn’t possibly get any worse than that. To top it off, Mommy said that you’d written so many dark stories that she couldn’t just delete it, since you’d been influencing people with those stories; so you’d have to turn those stories around.” “Yup.” “So, when you changed your stories for the better, you finally gave up fighting and handed your life over to God, really and truly trying to fix your mistakes and change. Now you’re happy, and even though you mess up a little here and there, you don’t give up like you used to. You just get back on your feet and plunge on.” “The moral of this story is…” I prompted. “That Christ has set you free,” Lavender smiled. “That’s why “I Am Free” fits you so well.” “Oh. I get it now.” I looked a little sheepish. Man, I’d just been lectured to by one of my characters--an alter ego at that. It was kinda like I’d lectured to MYSELF! But that’s OK. Some of us have to think things through and argue with ourselves; my way was just a little more realistic, if you know what I mean. I suddenly stopped short, and my eyes widened. We were standing in from of the Xavier Institute--or rather where the Xavier Institute SHOULD have been. The wrought-iron gates were hanging loosely on their hinges, and all that was left of the mansion was a black smear on the lawn.
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DATE: June 21st, 2009---3:24 PM. LOCATION: Castaway Bay, Star City, Indiana. THE REAL WORLD.
“All right, here I go!” I hadn’t been able to swim for awhile, since my parents can't afford the public pool, but now here I was, having a pool party with the youth group at Castaway Bay. I loved the water. I love swimming, I love going underwater and touching the bottom of the pool at 12 feet, and I love diving, which I was about to do at the moment of which I speak. Pointing my arms overhead, I arched my back and went off the diving board, feeling the delicious sensation of my body slipping into the water at falling speed. I can swim like a mermaid, and being the crazy authoress that I am, I often pretend that I am one and sneak up on my friends from underwater. Touching the bottom with triumph, I curved my body and swam back up to the top, taking in a nice, long deep breath as I broke the surface. “So what did you guys think of that?” I said, taking off my trusty pink goggles that made me look a little like Abe Sapien, an agent of the BPRD from the Hellboy movie. “Um….guys?” Looking around the crowded pool, I saw that Kendra, who had been sitting on the edge of the pool to watch me dive a minute ago, was now gone. I rubbed the water out of my eyes(my goggles leak) and looked harder; I still couldn’t see any familiar faces. “They couldn’t have disappeared that quick,” I said aloud, and got up out of the pool, shaking out my short hair like a dog(I’m a crazy authoress, remember?) and, walking slowly to the locker room, peered this way and that. “Where are you guys?” “Maybe you’ve just been transported to another dimension--AGAIN.” I whirled around to see Elenya, dressed in a slim white one-piece swimming suit that made her look hot, squeezing water from her long golden curls. “Elenya?” I sputtered. “Oh, no. I’m in Marvel again, aren’t I?” She shrugged. “I dunno, maybe.” “Helloooooo,” said Luke, a boy with bright green eyes and black hair, who was wearing a pair of blue swimming trunks. He was a character from my latest story, On The Streets. “Of COURSE we’re in the Marvel Universe. Why else would we be here talking to her?” “He’s got a point,” I said, cocking my eyebrow at Elenya. You see, I had visited the Marvel Universe once before, back in May when I came here and discovered that I was a mutant, and I had the power to bring my imagination to life. Then I had gone to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and joined the X-Men for a little while--that is, until I was sent back to my own universe. I thought that was for keeps, but apparently not, since I was here now, and my characters were standing here with me. “Well!” I said, bravely taking a deep breath. “Now what.” “For one, you could try getting dressed,” said Raynea, who stepped up to me at that moment. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere in that swimming suit.” “And then we should probably go find the X-Men, right?” added Elenya. I thought about my answer to that. When I’d left the X-Men last time, I hadn’t even been able to say goodbye. I just magically got transported back to my own world in the blink of an eye, right when me and Kurt(that’s Nightcrawler if you didn’t know) were having a relationship-changing conversation. Now that statement right there brings up questions, and I’ll answer them right here: long story short, Kurt had had the biggest crush on me and I don’t believe in teenagers dating. Right when I was trying to explain that I still liked him, but as a friend, I had disappeared from his life, just like that. And now here I was again, lost in a world that wasn’t mine, unsure if I could go back to my old friends. “If they’re really your friends, they’ll take you right back, Srrindi,” Elenya said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, Elenya,” I answered, throwing my shoulders back. “Even if I went through the most amazing disappearing act on planet Earth(I had been notorious for disappearing around the Xavier Institute), my friends are still my friends. Let’s go!”
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Name: Dreamer Girl Age: 15 Background: I was always an authoress, but I didn’t always have the power to bring my imagination to life! One night in the "real" world, there was a gigantic thunderstorm and I couldn’t get to sleep. So I got up out of bed to work on one of my many stories……unbeknownst to me, I was transported to an alternate dimension in the blink of an eye! I got the feeling that I was being watched, and turning around I saw the last person I had ever expected to see………my character, Raynea Blackstone. She informed me that I was in another world, and that in this one, I was a mutant with the ability to make my FICTIONAL characters real! Motto: “Let’s get this party started!!!” Theme Song: I Am Free Avatar:
Oh, and Miss Widow, would you mind making my signature a squiggly, sorta messy font in white? Please and thank you!!!!!! Buh-bye fer now!!!!!
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