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Blind N Loud: Lynn Jr version, Part 2So, I'm going to thank Seanrudin to have finally end my almost-a-year long Blind N Loud hiatus. Finally, second chapter! She continues to try sports. But with these glasses, it wasn't the same anymore, she thought. Several times the glasses threatened to fall off when moving quickly. Now she was at soccer practice and tried one last time. She wanted to score a goal. She was about to. Then it happened. Her glasses fell off. Lynn tripped and fell to the ground. Margo Robert came to her immediately."Lynn! Has something happened?" Margo asked.Lynn felt the lawn."No. My glasses." said Lynn.Margo picked up Lynn's glasses and gave them to Lynn. She put on the glasses. Lynn sat down on the lawn."Margo, this is so stupid. I can't see without my glasses and they might fall off if I wear them. Plus I look like a geek.""What do you mean by that?" Margo asked."I can no longer do sports.""You're not serious, are you?""Yes. I'm serious. How can we win with someone like me on the team?""You're our best player on the team. We can't lose you."Lynn got up."Margo, now you are the best player." said Lynn, and left the soccer field.Lynn walked to the tram stop and waited for the tram to go to the center of Royal Woods. As she waited, she observed a man wearing glasses similar to hers. He had a rose camera with him and was also waiting for the tram. He must have had an interest in railroading."What a geek." thought Lynn.Lynn thought about it. She wasn't good at sports with glasses, but maybe she was good at geek stuff with them. Lynn took out her cell phone and Googled the term, railroad club. In fact, there was one in Royal Woods. The tram pulled into the station and Lynn drove to Central Station. She reached the main train station. She looked at her cell phone. The website said, second floor in the station building. She entered the building and went up the stairs. Then she ran through one, and reached a door on which was written, Royal Woods Railway Amateurs' Association. Lynn opened the door and looked at a huge model railway system. There were mountains, tunnels and bridges, but she didn't see any trains. Lynn suddenly heard the rush of a train, and out of the tunnel came a red, beefy looking locomotive with a white cross and white arrows on it, and it said SBB CFF FFS. The locomotive pulled nine wagons, and at the end one wagon whose front looked like that of the locomotive."Hello, is anyone here?" exclaimed Lynn."Yes. Walk past the model layout." called a voice that belonged to a man in his early sixties.Lynn walked past the model layout and reached the center of the room. A man in his mid-sixties with short, dark gray hair. He wore thin glasses, a groove, and a collared shirt. He looked kindly at Lynn."Are you lost?" asked the man."No. I was looking for this club." said Lynn."That's unusual. How old are you? Twelve? And you're a girl.""I am thirteen. Is it bad that I'm a girl?""No, of course not. You're the first girl I've known to come in here. What's your Name?""I'm Lynn. And what's your name?""Oh, I am Markus." said the man, offering Lynn his hand.Lynn shook Markus' hand."I want to join your club." said Lynn."And I thought I saw everything. I'll quickly get the document." said Markus.Markus left for a moment and came back after a minute with a document. Lynn took it."You pay an annual fee of 30 dollars, and then you can come to us at any time. If you want, we can drive together today." said Markus.Lynn gave her address and signed. She handed the document back to Markus."Welcome to you on behalf of the Royal Woods Railway Amateurs' Association." said Markus."Thanks.""You are indeed something special in our association. You are the youngest member, and also a girl. The first girl ever in our association.""For real?""Yes. So, now I'll show you the model layout."Lynn and Markus walked across the room."Our model railway system has five kilometers of track installed and consumes more than 3000 watts at peak power. The model system is inspired by the Gotthard railway in the Swiss Alps. All the trains you see here are based on the Swiss model. There, the Re 460 with standard wagon IV , drove through the Gotthard in exactly the same way." Markus said and pointed to the train Lynn saw at the beginning."And who controls the train?" Lynn asked.Markus pointed to a red iMac standing in the corner of the room."At the moment everything is automated. But if we want, we can also switch to manual control.""That sounds difficult." said Lynn."Once you understand the system, it's not difficult. Do you want to drive?""Um, yeah. Why not?""You should install the Z21 app." said Markus."Why?""The model railway can be controlled from the mobile phone."Lynn took her cell phone and looked in the App Store."Roco Z21?" Lynn asked.Markus nodded. Lynn downloaded the app."Now you should give it to me quickly, then I can set up the app for you."Lynn gave Markus her cell phone and he set it up. Then he handed her the cell phone, and Kynn saw a massive database, full of locomotives. Markus pointed to two four-car multiple units that were coupled together."Select the vehicle in the database, FLIRT RABe 521." said Markus.Lynn chose it. Markus took out his cell phone and typed something on it. The points were set on the model railway."Now you can drive."Lynn pressed a speed controller on her cell phone and the train began to move. She left the station and was now driving on the mountain route. Their train disappeared into a tunnel. Lynn ran to the other end and the train reappeared. Lynn drove over bridges, stopped at train stations, drove through tunnels, and kinda had a good time. It was strange. Lynn never thought geek things would be fun for her. She forgot the world around her. She forgot her glasses. And she forgot the sport. Before she knew it, it was evening. Markus packed his things."Lynn, I'll be leaving in ten minutes.""All right. I have to get home too."Lynn went to the door."Bye Markus.""Bye Lynn. See you." Lynn heard Markus call out.Lynn went down the stairs and went home. I don't know what to do. I really don't.All credits goes to Seanrudin to have submitted this chapter, originally to help me with my writer's block.Tell me what you guys think....
Itty Bitty Problems (Chapter 15)Puzzling Panic,Your newest family member is adjusting to house life., You return home after a long day at work. The days tend to drone on eventually becoming a normal part of your daily routine. It feels like background noise if you do not focus on it. Yet, with your mind occupied by the thoughts of your adopted skeleton brothers, the day dragged on longer than expected. When seconds feel like hours you are glad when you are finally able to clock out. As you open the door sighing in relief, you call out for your Bittys. It seems a little too quiet in the house while standing at the door. You figured that the Bittys would be coming to the door to greet you. “Sol, Papyrus I'm home.” You call out while putting the key in its proper place. A distant scrambling sound is heard so you decide to follow the noise. The small skeleton looks at his younger brother. Papyrus is shaking like a leaf, hands clasped together, and is wringing them out. Little dots of sweat form on the top of his skull. It looks like he is having a hard time breathing. Sol turns as you step into the room. You stop to take in the scene. Lego are scattered about on the floor while two skeletons are looking terrified, both for very different reasons. “Oh my god, Are you two okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” “I… I UH…” Tears form pricking in the corner of his eye sockets. Sol jumps up in defense of his brother nearly shouting their blurted-out words. they put distance inbetween you and his brother by standing in the way. “I accidentally knocked over the block statue. We were trying to put it back together.” You breathe a sigh of relief. poor guys were worried you'd be mad. “At least you both are okay.” Papyrus collapses to his knees. All of the fight seemingly escapes his body leaving him exhausted. “Papyrus?” “Bro?” Sol asked with a mix of concern and fear as he rushes over to his side. His shoulders shake from his hiccupy breaths as he rubs his eye sockets. A small sad smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Nyeh.. heh I'm so dumb…” Paps states his thoughts quieter than he normally does while wiping the tears off on his shirt. “Of course, you wouldn’t do that…” “Do what?” You ask, very concerned, and start to kneel down to get closer to their level. You want to appear as non-threatening as possible. “You aren’t the scientists… You are not going to hurt me…” His quiet voice wavers and he has to steady himself before continuing. “Of course not. Where would you get an idea like that?” It is Solace who decides to speak up first. Their tone is much more serious than you expected. “We didn’t escape from there because it was nice.” Sol helps Papyrus up to his feet and rubs small circles into his back while steadying him with the other hand. “We didn't grow up. We were made and tested on. Many Bitty are made and just sent off to stores. The not-so-lucky ones like us stay behind.” Sol ports them to a tiny chair in the kitchen. You hear them talking while you stand in the bedroom. “Hey, buddy it's okay. Just take your time to calm down. Practice deep breathing in for 4 hold for 7 out for 10. Yeah just like that.” Papyrus takes in shaky breaths to calm his frayed nerves. Starting down to the kitchen you think it is time to make dinner. You stay silent while fixing a large meal for three. You want to make sure he has time to decompress. Sol seemingly whispers encouragement to his brother. When finished you plate it in the middle and allow them to grab their fill. It is spaghetti with angel hair pasta chunky sauce and chicken as the meat. It is cut up finer than usual and the spaghetti is in sections to make it easier to eat. Everyone takes their fill and the Bittys go in for more until all of the food vanishes. You decide a fun gaming session would lighten the mood and invite them to join. “Let’s play a game.” That night you all play a fun multiplayer game. Something not too hard or dangerously competitive. You don't want to play Mario kart or Monopoly when you are trying to calm someone down. It takes Papyrus a bit of coaxing but you manage to get him to calm down enough to play. In the back of your mind worry claws at the subconscious. There are more of them trapped there. How long can you keep your Bittys safe? It is only a matter of time before they come looking. A pitted knot forms in your midsection tightening as that feeds on your fear. It is a sharp cold, yet, heating up throughout your body feeling like embarrassment but without the shame. It lingers in there for the rest of the night as if your body waiting to escape some kind of invisible threat. The danger is more real than you want it to be. You can't help but feel like each passing day brings you closer to that reality.


This is AI generated:Story 1She saw a car right in front of her, moving uncontrollably. She can't even do anything, it was already near them and she could barely see the man behind the wheel before everything goes black. Her head hurts from when she hit it earlier on the floor and now, everything is blurry. There's a lot of shouting in a very familiar voice, but it's not hers that she hears. The sound is gone after some time because everything around her went silent.Then, a sudden wave of nausea hits her, which she thought wasn't possible for her to feel. After taking a few breaths, she opened her eyes again. Everything is still blurry but she knows that her surroundings look familiar like what she's seen countless times. A hospital room, she assumed. But why?The last thing she remembers was winning a race that her friend forced her into, until the car started moving uncontrollably and crashed. How did she get here, anyway? She tried to stand up, but failed. Something just felt off. Then, she realized. She tried to pinch her right leg, but it didn't feel like anything. It is the same on the left one. Is this a dream? She thought, as she pinch her arms, and it hurts. It's not a dream. Her leg is completely paralyzed. Tears welled up inside her eyes. She felt hopelessly, wondering how long she will be in this condition. She started sobbing silently, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks and slowly dripping on her lap. She couldn't stop crying. This isn't happening, it can't be real. How can she do sports now? How can she play baseball again? And what about football? Her dreams have been shattered, crushed. She has lost everything. All hopes, all happiness. Everything that made her Riley Wannerd. She then heard a knock on the door. It was the doctor. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. It's clear that he doesn't believe in Riley's mental state. She nods weakly, wiping her tears."What happened? Why am I in a hospital? And... Who are you?" She pointed at herself with her shaky arm."I'm Dr. Thomas, your doctor." He said."Oh... Okay, um, I don't remember much. What day is it?" she asked timidly."It's Friday, November 24th, 2009." he answered calmly while sitting down next to her bed."That means I've been lying here for almost 2 months." Riley stated in an emotionless tone. She then remembered something and turned towards the doctor."And what's my diagnosis, Doctor? I mean, uh... Doctor Thomas?" she corrected herself. He gave her a small smile and looked back at the clipboard he has in his hand."Well, Ms. Wannerd, you are now confined in wheelchair for life. Your leg is paralyzed and the only way out of this wheelchair is through physical therapy." he said, reading from his paper. Riley nodded absentmindedly, still trying to process the information."So basically I'll never walk again." she said, more to herself than to the doctor. Dr. Thomas nodded sadly. His face held no expression. He knew that it was useless to tell Riley that she's lucky she has survived. If she hadn't had broken both legs when that car crash happened, maybe she would've died, or suffered brain damage, or something along those lines, but she did survive. She survived, and that is the most important part.He stood up and walked toward her bed. "Ms. Wannerd, would you like it if I call your parents and let them visit you?""No!" Riley quickly replied, looking horrified. "No, thank you, sir. They probably won't believe me anyway. They'll think I'm crazy and make fun of me! I want them to believe me! To trust me, that I was strong enough to survive that incident." she begged.Dr. Thomas sighed. "Alright, I'll make sure they come later today. But don't force yourself to talk much. Please try to rest." He said, before leaving the room.Riley sat in silence, contemplating what she should do next. She didn't exactly want anyone coming, although she admitted, she do want her family to be here when she wake up. As much as she loves everyone in her family, it feels lonely to be alone.Her thoughts are interrupted when the door was open again. Her heart jumped in excitement when she saw who entered. Her father, David Wannerd, walks into the room. His hair's grey, his face has wrinkles but he looks very happy to see his daughter, alive and in recovery. He sits beside her and takes both of her hands in his own, squeezing slightly. His wife followed him soon afterwards, with tears running down her face. Her mother, Maya, gives Riley a quick hug and kiss on her forehead before walking away."Riley... How are you feeling?" David asks."Better," Riley lied. She didn't want to bother her dad with that matter, especially since she was supposed to be the one telling him."Do you remember what happened? Do you remember why you were hurt?" David continued."Yeah, I do," Riley mumbled. "There was a car driving erratically on the road and I had to run faster than anyone else, so I was going to overtake it. But it suddenly moved too fast. So I lost control..." Riley trails off. That was the reason why she passed out. She remembered how she tripped over the pavement. She felt pain all over her body when the car stopped in front of her, and how she managed to get to safety, but it was impossible for her legs to move. The last thing she remembers hearing is the driver asking her, "Are you alright?" before darkness consumed her. Now, two months later, she's in a wheelchair, because of that fricking car got her smashed and confined her in a wheelchair for life. Riley shuddered at the memory of the accident."Riley..." David trailed off again, unsure of what to say."Dad, it's fine. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'll be fine eventually." She assured him. Her father was speechless. His little girl is getting better, even though she can't use her legs anymore. Maya comes closer to her daughter's side, placing her hands gently on top of Riley's. She looked directly in her eyes and smiled. "Of course we're gonna worry about you, baby girl." She said to Riley. "Nothing can be more beautiful than our baby girl, right honey?" Maya said to David. Her husband chuckled at her comment, remembering a different time in his younger days, when his mother had done the exact same act.Riley's mom then took a deep breath and continued. "We came here straight from work, hoping to surprise you. But it seems that we're late." She chuckled again. The family heard another knock from the door, and this time it's their daughter, Riley's twin sister, Maya's daughter, Emily. "Emily!!" Riley exclaimed happily. She hugged her tightly and buried her face in her soft brown curls. She smelled like vanilla."I'm sorry we're late. We had some things to finish up and I guess we couldn't wait until tonight, haha." Emily giggled shyly."That's okay." Riley reassured her with a big smile, showing her dimples. Emily and Maya both smiled, loving how cute her smile was. Riley has always been extremely pretty, but now, without being able to use her legs, she somehow manages to look absolutely radiant. It's really amazing how she has become such a great person since the accident. Both her parents loved her and supported her unconditionally throughout the years they've spent together. Riley said to the doctor "When can I be at home again?...

OC Bio: Vinyll JestarkVinyll is a Silvambian composed of mostly shadow, standing at 5'2", his growth was stunted by his bones getting slowly decomposed and eaten by bacteria, which also made the black shadow that resonates off his kin's skin take the role of his body mass. Vinyll's only remaining solid body parts are his torso and head, with the virus slowly picking away at them.,Vinyll dons a mask made by his father when he was young, used to conceal his face. He broke away from the hoods that most Silvambians use as he finds hats and hoods outrageously itchy and irritating to deal with. The mask is made of plastic with carved eye holes for him to see out of, with one blonde bang sweeping over his right eye. Strangely, the mask's eye holes can shift expression, albeit rarely, as Vinyll shows no other real emotion than a crazed smile.It is not blood leaking from Vinyll's eyes, for the most part. It is a mixture of foam coming from his mouth, solved with blood leaking from his mouth as the aftermath of the virus eating away at his body.Vinyll is Patient Zero of a bacteria the Siymbalians were working on, he argues otherwise due to his shattered mind, but he did this willingly. However the virus was much more potent than the Siymbalians were working for, and was a lot more violent than helpful. The virus began to eat away at Vinyll's flesh and bone slowly throughout the duration of the tests. Eventually it got so dangerous for him that Vinyll was removed from volunteering out of fear that the virus would outright kill him. Once he was removed from his position as test subject, the virus's effects slowed down greatly, but Vinyll's skeletal structure was severely damaged, and the virus is still eating away at him.The flesh and bone on his body weren't the only thing to get eaten by the virus. His brain started to get picked away at as well towards the end, leaving him with a messed up mental state, leaving him clinically insane. Vinyll was locked away by his father, the King of Silvambage in the dungeon of Heartache Manor in the centre of Silvambage, out of fear that he would end up hurting the kingdom, however his mother would periodically visit him to leave care packages and treat to his wounds, despite her husband's many warnings. One day during these sessions when she got ready to leave, Vinyll started acting stranger than normal and begging her to stay, getting more and more desperate for someone to spend his time with, until he eventually ended up breaking under the crushing pressure of his own desperation for company while being clinically insane and highly impulsive, Vinyll ended up murdering his mother in the cell, keeping and talking to her corpse for as long as he could before the King ended up finding out, and taking the carcass of his mother and burying her somewhere in the forest of Silvambage, and threw away the key to his son's cage.The missing key would not deter Vinyll. After a while his bones and flesh would dwindle to the point where he could slip through the bars and escape to cause more mishap.Vinyll ended up making it to The Prism at some point due to hiding in a Siymbalian spaceship when they came over to Silvambage, a large glass structure in the middle of the galaxy that contains several artifacts. Vinyll ended up stealing the Laserstring from the prison, a bow that can shoot beams of pure light when not given an arrow when drawn, however Vinyll did not intend to use it. He just stole it, because he thought it would be funny. He doesn't even know how to use it.




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