vantagePOINT

Subject: vantagePOINT Fri Feb 01, 2008 11:42 am

vantage POINT

"Guns loaded......ready....aim......fire!" the officer shouted, then shot his own gun in the air, signaling the start. Our heavy earmuffs that blocked even the loudest of sounds were placed on each person’s ear. We were lined up, the ten of us. We all shot at our targets located approximately fifty feet away from us, shaped in the form of a human body. Circles were drawn on them, with numbers above the rings. The heart, 50, the head, 40, the stomach 30, the arms, each scoring 10, and the legs, a 5. I looked through the aim of my gun, and shot a few rounds hitting the head, then moved my gun slightly to the right, shooting on the arm.

"One minute remaining!" the officer shouted again, looking at his timer he held in his hand. I sighed, and picked up the other automatic we could shoot from. A small hand gun. I held onto that with both hands, separated my legs, crunched my knees, and took a couple good shots aiming at the heart, hoping to hit it at least once.

I looked to my right, and saw my rival, Alejro, doing his best, shooting only at the head and a few occasional shots to the heart. I shook my head. Always trying to outdo someone. Gritting my teeth, I shot more at the heart, my palms getting sweaty with my secure grip. I took one last shot, accidently shooting in between the legs, before the officer’s gun was shot in the air, giving a loud, pitching noise. A noise distinct from our own guns so we knew when our practice was over and time was up. Everyone placed their guns back in their holsters, and waited to be critiqued by the other officers walking out of the soundproof room a few feet behind us.

"Wayne, what were you aiming at?" Alejro walked near the small plank of wood that separated us. It was touching the ground and standing up, only coming up to the waist. His lips were curved and his eyes squinting. He pointed at my target and started chuckling. I rolled my eyes.

"I missed the leg. Simple as that," I spoke irritated, not wanting to hear his words. He shook his head and started cracking his fingers, getting the stress out of them for the possible next round.

"Actually, I think you were aiming there the whole time," he cracked, shaking his head from side to side, laughing at his own joke, which I didn’t find funny at all.

"Well, what do you call that shot over there," I made him turn around sharply, staring at his own target, wondering what I was talking about.

"I don’t see anything wrong with it," he answered, smiling and turning back to me.

"No, look over there," I pointed my finger, to the target next to his, on the right. He turned his head around too.

"Alejro, seems like someone needs more practice." I smirked, feeling a gain in this discussion. There was a purple mark on the guy’s target. The purple mark coming from Alejro’s gun.
He balled his fists and slammed them on the wood.

"You know, if we were in the real thing, and you missed your target like that, shooting some innocent pedestrian, or worse, a hostage, you’ll get fired." My smile intensified, seeing him at his worse. One of the leading officers walked towards our booths, and gave us a clipboard. Our score was upon it, circled in red ink.

"An 824?" I questioned, not believing how my scores just started to plummet. For the past three days, I haven’t scored anything above a 1,000. Alejro overheard, and snickered, but cut it short seeing his own score. His smile faded.

"Wait! Are you sure? Is this mines or someone else’s?" he questioned, jumping over the board so he could catch up with the officer, running behind him with his paper outstretched in his hands. I shook my head at his antics and got out of my booth, closing the plastic door behind me.

"Hey you."

Someone whispered in my ear...

Subject: Re: vantagePOINT Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:14 pm

Mz BrittBritt
I must say this story is good I have not read a story like this before so I want more ya hear! lol
Wayne seems a lil on the verge of shooting Alejo lol and I don't think it will be by mistake either
and what was the other score? see you leaving me hanging like this aint cool UPDATE SOON

Subject: vantagePOINT ; chapter TWO Sun Feb 03, 2008 10:00 pm

--- Chapter TWO

"Hey you," Magenta whispered in my ear, tapping it at the top. I turned around surprised, and gave her a sweet smile.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked, seeing her in her camouflage outfit that she adored. She smiled, her teeth shimmering at me. Her brown locks of hair were resting on her shoulders, and her necklace brought out the tone in her skin.

"I’m always here, silly. Did you forget or something? I’m one of the boys." She nudged me in the shoulder, as we began walking back inside the building; up the pair of stairs and through a few doors.

"Yea..." I chuckled, forgetting, making myself look like a complete fool in front of her.

"So, what was your score?" she asked, moving her hair to the side. A sigh escaped from my lips.

"Oh...." she caught on, hearing it, and decided to dismiss the question.

"No, it’s okay. I gotta 824. I don’t know how though. I thought I did tons better today. Well, when compared to yesterday."

"Maybe you’re just stressing over something. Ever thought of that? I had that problem a month ago. But you make a 824 sound like it’s a bad thing. I only got up to 763." She patted me on the back, and we got in line together, getting our food. We walked to an empty table, and parked there.

"Well whatever it is, it better go before we’re really sent off." She nodded her head in agreement, and stuffed some of the food in her mouth, taking it down with water. I grinned and took a bite of my meal.

"Figured out the bum’s score? I hope he didn’t get to 100." She brought her food down, looking at the door and watching him walk in. I followed her gaze, and saw Alejro, walking straight towards us.

"Great timing," I stated, under a whisper. She giggled, and stepped on my foot under the chair. I widened my eyes, trying to hold in my anguish.

"Hey, wassup guys?" he asked, sitting on the other side of Magenta. She rolled her eyes, looking up at the ceiling for a brief second. Then she locked her eyes on his and smiled a fake smile.

"Oh nothing. Just sitting here talking. Ya know." He shook his head understanding and looked across the table, his eyes landing on me.

"Happy with today’s score?" he asked, snarling.

"I’m perfectly fine with it actually. Why do you ask?" I questioned, bringing my hard, dark eyes on his brown ones.

"You didn’t seem too happy when you saw the score you got," then taking his own paper from out his back pocket, he imitated me. "An 824?!" he over-exaggerated my surprise, raising his voice higher and louder, making people look our way.

"Alejro, quit messing with him. I’m sure you scored way lower," Magenta took up for me, emitting some severity within her. A small smile materialized from the corner of my lips.

"Yea, whatever," he groaned, looking around and to us again. There was an awkward silence between us three before he broke it. "So, Magenta, what was yours?" he asked her pleasantly.

"Huh? Oh. 763," she laid her head on my shoulder, her locks falling to the side, and she shoved them behind her ear.

"Wow. That’s great. How were you able to get that high?" he seemed interested, and cupped his hands together. Rolling my eyes, I muttered the word ‘jerk’, which was audible in her ear. She giggled again, nudging my knee under the table. I smirked.

"Thanks Alejro. Well....I just fired the gun. You know, press your finger on the trigger and shoot," she said sarcastically. Alejro laughed, not knowing she was cracking on him.

"He has got to be the stupidest guy I’ve ever met," Magenta whispered, more so to herself than to me. I bounced my head, taking her side, and popped the crumbs from my plate, and swallowed. She watched me eat, my hands scooping the remaining bits of crumbs left, and flicking it into my mouth. It soon became obvious that she was having a reverie; the way her eyes shined and how it gave off the appearance of not being able to blink.

"Magenta....hey Magenta," Alejro called out her name several times, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She jumped, and eyed him suspiciously.

"What?"

"Oh, just thought you were sleeping," then he got out of his seat, pushing it in. He walked behind us, giving her a pat on her shoulder with his hand before walking away.

"Oh my god, did he just touch me? Ewww, eww! Give me your napkin!" She reached across my tray, getting it herself without my permission, and brushed it across her shoulders many times.

"Just great. Now I need to take that one hour shower." She sat up, not walking from in front of her chair.

"I’ll come by and see you tonight. Expect me to come to your bunk when the sun hits Big Rubin, ok? You bet not be sleep neither" she said, half serious and half joking. I shook my head, replaying her words in my mind.

When the sun hits Big Rubin...
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Subject: re [ VIEW ] ing Tue Feb 05, 2008 2:11 pm

so i'm guessing they're in the army , right ? ugh ... i hate you for this lmao ! i have a story caled Desert Storm .. and the people are in Iraq ... that story rocks hard ass actually . don't think i'm going to post it though ... wouldn't want to waste that one . but anywaysz , back to your story , i like how Wayne and Magenta act around each other . i want to say that they're a couple , but i don't know ... are they an item or just close friends that bone every once in a while ? hm .. and Aljero [ i think that's how you spelled it ... dont feel like looking ] HAHA Aljero ... Al Jero [ the singer guy ] that's cool . anywaysz , he's a fucking jerk . I'm not liking him at all , but I have a feeling he's gonna end up being a really big help to both Wayne and Magenta. hmmm well like always , this is well written . enough description to keep me interested but not enough to bore me . great job mamaz ! update soon =]
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Subject: Re: vantagePOINT Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:24 pm

update coming this weekend ...
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Subject: /= Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:09 pm

annd the weekend has passed .... [=
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Subject: Re: vantagePOINT Tue Feb 12, 2008 9:03 pm

Oh !

Did I see THAT weekend ? I meant THIS weekend coming up .... lmfao

Very Happy

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Subject: Re: vantagePOINT Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:00 pm

---Chapter THREE

Minutes after, I finally left the table, dumped my tray and walked on the campus, towards the tiny cabin that held our bunks. I opened the screen door and saw my comrades Jotan and Tag conversing with one another. They nodded their heads at me when I walked in, and continued with the conversation.

"Yo Wayne, you hear about that bombing in Nevada the other day? It was crazy man. All over the news, every channel. We watched in the control rooms. CNN, NBC, FOX, even ESPN. I was ticked off! They said this whole country tearing down. Can you believe that?" Tag asked, his voice rising and lowering with every word he said. The lines on his forehead appeared when he was excited, and they disappeared when he was mad.

"When did it happen?" I asked, laying up in bed, my elbows keeping me up.

"It happened just yesterday!" Jotan yelled, raising his arms in the air, in disbelief. He shook his head from side to side. His eyes had a wondrous look to them, like it was searching for something, but didn’t know what.

"I didn’t hear about it. What I miss?"

"Dude! How could you not hear about it?!" Tag asked, half yelling.

"I just wasn’t watching tv, that’s all."

"You’re the only person at this whole facility who doesn’t know. I can’t believe that. I’m sure they’re playing bits of it on tv now. You better rush to the control room." Tag told me, grabbing me by the arm and lifting me off the bed. I slid my arm from his hold and walked to the exit.

"Alright, I’ll tell ya’ll what I see." I skipped down the steps, and walked down the dirt path that led to the control room. The grass was clean and neatly trimmed. The type of grass you only see in those expensive flower gardens spanning acres away. Little apple trees were growing alongside some of the facilities, including the cafeteria I just came from. I spotted Big Rubin standing by his lonesome self. He stood grand and tall, and I admired that from him. Tree or not.

"Wayne! Ahh! I knew it was you walking over there," Serenia jumped atop my back, almost toppling me over. I grabbed onto her legs, making sure she wouldn’t accidently slip off. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she laid her head on my shoulder, inches from my face.

"Hey Serena," I said, preferring to use the nickname I made for her. I kept walking towards the control room, the walk a bit bumpy.

"Hey, where are you going?" she spoke lower, not wanting to be too loud in my ear. I smiled and told her where and why.

"You telling me you didn’t hear about it? Wow Wayne, you’re late." Her hair, a dark black, was short, bangs falling in front of her face.

"Yea. I know."

"I watched you practicing earlier," she informed. She licked her lips once and continued.

"You looked wonderful out there." She didn’t sound the least bit nervous telling me this. I thanked her and stopped at the doors of the control room, knocking on it, loudly. Serena departed from my back, and stood by my side, waiting until someone came. We stood there, chatting for a minute before the door swung open.

"Serenia, Wayne, pleasant surprise. Come in," Richardson held the door open for us, then closed it.

"Hey, is it okay if we watch tv for a few?" I asked. He widened his eyes and shook his head, leading us into the control room, where he controlled all the electricity. He got the remote and powered it on, then turned to channel 7.

"If you’re now tuning in, we have some breaking news! New Mexico’s natural resources are becoming limited. Soldiers are stealing from their markets, breaking into their stores, taking all their food, and killing whoever gets in their way. This is a horrible crisis. Now, two states in our dearly beloved country have been attacked by these soldiers. As of right now, we don’t know exactly where they come from, but we’ve found out that they do speak English." The news anchor faded from the screen, and clips of what was going in New Mexico appeared before the screen, flashing lights from random fires and noises from gun shots.

"It’s so terrible over there," Serena said lowly, then grabbed onto my arm, laying her head on my chest. I didn’t stop her, just held her close.

"It is. Things are just getting worse and worse for us," he shook his head, and turned off the tv, the screen turning black.

"This makes you think. What’s going to happen to us here?" Richardson walked back to the controls, eying the clock and flicking on a switch on the controls.

"Eventually, the President’s going to have to order us out. We can’t just sit here and watch them destroy us like this," I added in, rubbing Serena’s back, trying to make her feel calm.
"You’re right," she said, now realizing the truth. I felt her body tense, and her fingers started moving on their own, twitching.

"You alright?" I asked, backing away some to take a look at her.

"Y-yea, I’m fine," she stammered over her words, making her lie evident. I grabbed her hands, wrapping my fingers around each of hers. This made her fingers stop moving, but her body was still suffering from shock.

"Well, thanks Richardson. We’re about to go. See you later. Have a nice day," we walked out of the control room, with her hands still in mine. We walked down the steps, her head leaning against my arm.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" I asked her. She shook her head up and down nervously. I felt her hold tighten around my fingers, giving them a soft squeeze.

"Wayne, can you come with me to my cabin?" she asked, taking her head off my arm and looking me in the eye.

"Um, yea, sure," I said hesitantly.

She smiled and grabbed my hand, walking in front of me. I followed, sort of tagged along, as she led me towards her sleeping quarters.
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Subject: Re: vantagePOINT Sat Mar 08, 2008 12:08 pm

ohkay ... so war is breaking out. that's not good at all . where are they? are they stationed in America? cause i noticed they were talking about being shipped out. but i mean ... iono ... lol. Wayne and Serenia .... Wayne's got a few admire[ers] lmao. [ never knew how to spell that] . anywaysz ... uhhh going to her room eh? niiicceee ... bout to smack that !! all over the floor!! smack that, give him some more !!! smck that!!! lmao .. let me stop. ha !

your descriptions were a bit rushed in this one. like ... you weren't tryna make the chapter too long .. but hey, perfection takes time && space . There were alot of people you mentioned, and i felt kind of left out in the dark. When you were talking about his roommates and then Richardson... they were just names. I guess the farther you get into the story, the more you'll talk about them.

antewaaysszzz ... this is still so good ! and i wanna know what's goin on with these freaky ass people lmao. update soon yoooo !!!!!!
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