Okay, basicaly, I'm going to do to my... erm...
layout... what I did with the story line.
MAKE IT INSPIRED FROM MISTUR'S STORY!
[Insert fancy karate move that makes the layout
copied INSPIRED off of Mitsur's story]
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Oh yes, I'm subtle.
Edit: Part three is done! Another big character revealed! There's going to be a new Harry Potter book! Nemo's friend's uncle died! Stay tuned to see much, much more!
Oh, and the uncle thing is true.
Part 3
“Doctor who?”
He stared back at the face that was staring intently at him. She was a woman, about 5’ 6” tall. She was wearing a white doctor’s outfit, and she had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. They were bright purple, with the most perfectly round pupils, and the best shade of white he had ever seen. She had short brown hair, and just the perfect amount of freckles.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” She said, in the most perfect British voice.
“Um, Who are you,” Adam asked her, forgetting about the nametags.
“My name’s Rex Tirano, but people call me Rexy for short. Right now, it’s Doctor Rexy.”
“Rexy…” Adam said, the name rolling off his tongue.
“
Doctor Rexy.
Doctor, as in a
PHD. I can make anyone feel better from anything! Whether it’s a scraped knee, or clinical depression, I can cure it! We’ll have to run one more test before you can leave,” Rexy,
Doctor Rexy handed him a plate with a Hot Pocket© on it. She also gestured to a two liter of Dr. Pepper® on the table next to the bed he was on. Adam’s jaw dropped.
“How did you know about my favorite meal,” Adam asked in between gulps of Hot Pockets© and Dr. Pepper®. Rexy shrugged.
“We just do. And congratulations on passing the test. You’re perfectly healthy. You can leave whenever you want.”
The next twelve minutes comprised of Rexy walking Adam down the long hall of unoccupied beds, while Adam asked her questions, mainly about Rexy.
“So you’re a doctor here?”
“Well, part time. I also cook for the needy newbies.”
“Are you a good cook?”
“Well…” Rexy looked down while her face glowed red. “When you’re hungry… Does it matter how something tastes?”
Adam shrugged. Being in a well fed family, he didn’t know how it felt to be hungry.
“Well, even then, there are other cooks.”
“So where am I going to go after this?” Adam asked, realizing he never even thought about where he’s going to live, or how he’s going to be able to buy food.
“Don’t worry, you’ve got yourself a room. Everyone does. It’s on floor 15. It’s been customized to your liking.” Adam was about to ask how they knew what he liked and didn’t liked, when he remembered the Hot Pocket© and Dr Pepper®.
“And if you’re bored of your room, there’s all sorts of places you can go to. Book stores, Rec. Rooms, Sports Bars; You name it, we have it.”
At this point they had reached the door. It was one of those futuristic round doors, that opened up with a fraction of the door sliding outwards and clockwise.
Adam was about to go into a lengthy, emotional good bye, when Rexy booted him out the door.
“Sorry,” he heard before the door closed. “It’s standard procedure, you understand!”
“Actually-” the door closed. “I don’t…” Adam got up and patted dust away from his knees, he then looked around. He noticed a You-Are-Here map, and walked over to it. Rexy was right. There were all kinds of places. Directly behind him was a “Jazz Hut” that had weekly readings.
Adam walked over and poked his head in for a quick look. The place reeked of coffee and tea.
He loved it.
“The end,” Someone had said into the microphone. It was a young kid, roughly 16 or 17, with clothing that wore no brand, and did not stand out in any type of crowd. He walked off the stage, and a new person came up to the microphone.
“That was Mitsur with his historically accurate ‘OWF : The Untold Legend’. And next up we have Xavier reading a poem that he came up with while Mitsur was reading.” A man, who fit the stereo type of devil worshipper walked up to the mic. It was at this point that Adam left.
Adam went to the map again, and promptly located his bedroom. He went into the elevator, and was amazed at how high-tech, and yet simple it was. Because of the many different floors, there was a keypad instead of a bunch of buttons. Adam typed in the floor all the bedrooms were at, 153, and the elevator zoomed off. He went upwards at an amazing speed, passing floors with people doing all sorts of things. It speeded through a floor that resembled a vast ocean, and then it went through space. The sight was amazing. He must have been going well over a hundred miles per hour, and the gas giant that OWF seemed to orbit barely moved as he went straight into the floor above him. He was about to question it when the elevator came to a stop.
“Floor 153, rest area. Current occupants: 652,” chimed the speaker in the elevator.
He stepped out and looked around. There was no one there. As the wise men say, “The silence was deafening.” The hallway looked like the one in The Matrix Reloaded, except wider and less white. It was more of a grayish-beige colour, if you asked Adam. He shortly found his room, thanks to his map which changed the hallway into a sort of top-down view of the hallway, and had a GPS marker and everything.
Adam opened the door, and was embraced by darkness. The room was just dark enough, so that he could still see. He switched the light switch, just for the hell of it. Strobe lights flickered on, yes,
flicked.
“Awesome…” Adam said. There was a computer, a bed, a minifridge, even a poster of the Grim Reaper. Adam was in that flabbergasted zone we talked about before. He collapsed on the bed, which was just
so comfortable! He could have fallen asleep right then and there!
But he didn’t! He got up, turned off the light,
then went to sleep.