Dartho (not based on my old RPG)

SimonW

SimonW

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This is a story I made, it is a perplexing mystery of a sort. I have only written 12 and a bit chapters, but shall make the chapters into parts.
It has nothing to do with the now archived RPG of the same name. I just named the RPG after this cause I needed a catchy name for it.

People can comment/criticize if they want to. Enjoy. :)


(Chapter 1, Part 1)


Book One: Dartho


Chapter 1: The Dark One...

The night was quite chilly. Tabitha did not take heed, even though she was in beggar's rags. She was too frightened to take notice of the cold. She glanced behind her in fear. The stories she heard were true.
Suddenly, Tabitha bumped into a man in a black overcoat with a black top hat and wearing dark grey trousers.
She did not observe his clothing at the time, as she backed away, or at least tried to. The man had a hold of her shoulders.
"I say, steady on there, Miss!" stated the gentleman, but Tabitha hardly heard him.
She kicked the man in the shins, making him let go of her. Tabitha heard shouting behind her but she kept running. Ducking into a side-alley, Tabitha stopped as she reached a dead end. A shadow loomed over the ten-year-old girl. Turning around, gasping in short but heavy breaths, Tabitha fainted from fright. She believed her pursuer had caught up with her at last.


Tabitha awoke in a warm bed. She was in a strange room. The walls were white and the room looked moderately clean. The bed cover covered her body. Then, Tabitha noticed she was wearing some sort of dressing gown, her size too.
As she sat up, Tabitha noticed sunlight coming through a window.
It beamed down upon a writing desk against the wall of the window. A boy Tabitha's age was asleep in the oaken chair. His clothes were slightly dirty and torn from wearing on the street.
Tabitha glanced around for her clothes, but did not see them anywhere.

Suddenly, the boy stirred awake and opened his eyes. He looked at Tabitha sleepily and then glanced over at the door on the opposite end of the room as it was pushed open.
The door leading into the room opened and in stepped a woman of a plumpish but kind-looking manner. She wore the clothes of a servant. She was carrying two trays piled with food. She beamed and smiled at the two children who were awake.
"Oh, hope you slept well, my dears," she exclaimed with happiness.
She set the two trays upon the desk. The boy was almost drooling as he smelt the food. Tabitha blinked slightly in response.
"Don't mind me, dears. Go ahead and dig in!" exclaimed the jolly maid.
The boy did not appear to be told twice. He grabbed a bun from one of the plates on a tray and started biting into it with gusto.
Tabitha ignored the food and continued to look at the woman. She had grey hair under a bonnet and her wrinkled but humble face looked like the kindly old lady she appeared to be.
"Aren't you hungry, dearie?" the old woman asked Tabitha.
Tabitha merely shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Truth be told, she was starving. But Tabitha was still in a sense of shock of last night.
The boy, with his grubby hands clasping the half-eaten bun and mouth still stuffed with food, glanced over at Tabitha. He merely chewed some more and then swallowed the mouthful of bun in his throat. Without saying a word after a few seconds, the boy returned to his feasting, this time taking a bite out of a hot sausage. He was not seeming to care if he burned his tongue on the delicious food.
Tabitha understood why the boy was pre-occupied with eating. He was skinnier than she was, which was saying something. His raggedy and baggy clothes seemed to be his only salvation from cold weather. Even his cap had quite a few holes within it. He was a beggar, probably an orphan like Tabitha aswell.
But, behind the dirt, Tabitha could see sparkling blue eyes, almost like sapphires. His black hair was a mess of straight tangles.
The old woman had nodded almost sagely and had left the room via the doorway she entered, closing the door behind her.

( to be continued…)
 
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SimonW taht was great!

And all that nonsense about not beigna good writer...:rolleyes: sheesh.
I'm so curious! I want to know what happened to the boy, why Tabitha was running, etc etc! ACH!! I'm gonna go insane...:p
Please, write more as soon as yo ucan!
 
lol..I'm just modest.
That's what my stories do to people. lol.
Don't worry, I had written more on another message board. I'll just copy and paste.

(Chapter 1, Part 2)


Glancing back at the boy, Tabitha finally realised how hungry she was. But, she did not feel comfortable to the cosy lifestyle. A warm bed, clean and soft clothes and a lovely feast every time you woke up.
She decided to ask the boy a few questions. Maybe he'd know what was going on.
"Hey," she stated in a light and soft voice.
The boy glanced at her, his mouth full once more.
"Yeh?" he asked rather crudely before swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Do you know where we are?" Tabitha asked.
The boy shrugged his shoulders.
"Ain't got a clue," he replied, eating the rest of his sausage that was in his right hand.
After swallowing the sausage after chewing, the boy paid his attention once more at Tabitha.
"Alls I know is that this 'ere house is the bestest place fer grub!" exclaimed the boy as he stood up from his chair, sighing in content of a satisfied meal.
He walked to the door. Turning, he glanced at Tabitha.
"Me name's Sammy Gibb by the way," he stated, almost proudly.
"I'm Tabitha Swanson," stated Tabitha.
Tabitha wasn't really called Swanson, but she felt it good and proper to answer with a last name, since the boy had told her his last name.
The boy smirked slightly.
"Well, see ya around, Tabitha. Have somewhat to eat, tis a grand brekky!" exclaimed Sammy Gibb, opening the door.
He left without another word, shutting the door behind him. Tabitha glanced over at the trays that were upon the sunlit table. Sammy had been considerate enough to not touch a single piece of food upon the other tray. When Tabitha noticed how empty the plate on the tray Sammy had eaten out of, she saw naught even the slightest crumb left.

Feeling her stomach start to pine for something to eat, Tabitha pushed back the cover that was over her body. Dangling her legs over the edge of the bed, Tabitha set her feet down upon the wooden, polished floor. Amazingly, it felt warm, even though her feet were already warm from sleeping in the comfy bed.
Making her way to the table, Tabitha sat down within the chair Sammy had been sleeping in and delicately reached out and grabbed a sausage from her plate upon the tray. Eating the sausage, Tabitha was thoughtful over last night's events. The only logical reason why she was here was because someone had found her in the darkened side-alley. But, who?

Before Tabitha could think anything more, she heard the door behind her opening. Swallowing her chewed up sausage, Tabitha turned in the chair and glanced at the person who had entered the room. It was a rather pale-looking and thin woman wearing a long black homely made dress. She wore an apron tied around her waist and was wearing a small white hat, the kinds servants wear. She was obviously a maid. Tabitha reckoned the woman was maybe ten years older then herself. The maid was carrying some clean linen for the bed.
"I'm sorry fer troubling you, Miss," stated the forlorn maid. "I'm just needing to make your bed fer you."
"That's quite allright," stated Tabitha, almost surprising herself with the tone of authority in her voice.
"Continue as you please," Tabitha said more meekly.
The maid nodded curtly and went over to the bed. Tabitha watched her while continuing to eat her breakfast. The maid pulled down the large cover and removed the bed sheet. Putting aside the bed sheet, the maid deftly folded it over a chair that was beside the bed and unfolded the new sheet. Deftly lifting the corners of the bed one at a time, she tucked the bed sheet under and smoothed out the top. Taking the pillows, the maid took off the covers and put on some new pillow slips, fluffing up the pillows before arranging them at the head of the bed. Pulling the cover, she tucked it in at the sides and smoothed it out once more. After picking up the bed sheet draped over the chair and the pillowcases, the maid curtsied to Tabitha and left the room, closing the door behind her.
 
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(3rd part of Chapter 1, is last part of Chapter 1)


Tabitha sensed an eerie peace about herself as she was alone once more. Silently continuing to eat her breakfast, Tabitha recalled last night in a flash of her mind. A shadow, looming out of the darkness, Tabitha turning and running, after that, it was all a haze. As if from a dream. She had no recollection of bumping into the man or of a mysterious stranger whom saved her after she fainted in the alleyway. It was all a blur of grimy black. Nothing before that night seemed to dawn upon her, unfortunately. So, she was as much in the dark as the shadowy figure that had been persuing her.
Shivering slightly, Tabitha pushed back the tray, not wishing to eat anything else. She was not up for it. Of course, she felt grateful for her mysterious host or hostess, whomever that was that owned the house, but her stay was graciously overdrawn and she needed to get back out into the streets.
Standing up, Tabitha turned away from the sunlit window and walked towards the wooden door. Turning the copper handle, she opened the door slightly, hearing a small creak from the hinges as she partially opened the door and peered out. What struck Tabitha's eye mostly was the red velvet rug that seemed to go past her door. There was a finely crafted banister that curved downwards to what Tabitha reckoned was a stairwell that led to the lower area of the abode.
Opening her door fully, but gently, Tabitha stepped out into the hallway and glanced to her left. There was a few more doors past hers and at the end there was a wall that had a vase of flowers on a small table against it. From what Tabitha could tell, they were bright tulips. Glancing to her right, Tabitha saw some more doors and another wall at the end with flowers on the table. These flowers were also tulips. Finding it a bit odd that the flowers were identical in every way as the other ones, Tabitha felt another slight shiver of uncertainty about the house she was in.
Stepping out of her room, Tabitha walked across to the banister and crouched down. She looked down and saw the main hall, the front door was closed, but Tabitha knew it was the front door because of the muffled noise of the busy streets of London.
Suddenly, Tabitha saw the front door open, the noise of the street entering. A man stood in the doorway. He looked about twenty years of age, ten years older then Tabitha. He was what one would call a handsome man. A man with a dark blue jacket with tails and a cream coloured silken shirt. His jacket pocket had a blue carnation pinned upon it. He sported a black top hat and had a dark brown cane. His gray trousers were wrinkle-free and looked hardly worn. To complete his ensemble he wore spiffed-up black shoes that also looked hardly worn.
Taking off his top hat, Tabitha noticed he had rich dark brown hair slicked back and neat upon his head. His blue eyes were almost like sapphires, gleaming brightly as he gazed around. He was about five feet and nine inches in height, his frame was hard to judge because of his clothes, but he looked about average weight.
The man walked out of Tabitha's view, possibly going down a corridor beneath the stairwell. Tabitha heard his footsteps continue along until she heard a door opening and shutting. The man had obviously went into a room. Tabitha glanced at the front doorway the man had left open, that led out into the streets of London.

Tabitha was hesitant at first, but ultimately decided it was her best chance to leave the house. Hurriedly going down the carpeted stairwell, Tabitha found herself at the foot of the stairwell, the surroundings looking more differant then from above. An old-looking grandfather clock in one corner ticked as the seconds went by. Tabitha saw a cloak stand and upon it was a fur coat, obviously a woman's. Tabitha helped herself to it, knowing it was foolish to just go into the streets wearing only a nightgown. Putting the coat on, Tabitha went upto the doorway. Glancing back slightly, Tabitha wondered if it was the right thing to do. Brushing away these thoughts, Tabitha knew it would not be safe, the shadow would find her, no matter where she went. She had to keep running. Stepping out into the cold street, Tabitha closed the front door of the place she almost felt was like Home....

End Of Chapter One.
 
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GeNtLe SuSaN said:
Brilliant!!

I must say I like the Sammy Gibbs feller...:p
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lol, I like him too. As a character.

Warning: Chapter 2 is not as long as chapter 1.

(Chapter 2, part 1)


Chapter 2: Blood Strangers...

Ben was waiting. He did not know what he was waiting for. All he knew was that he was waiting. The twelve-year-old beggar boy mostly waited. He begged for a living, standing on the street and looking pitiful, which he was. Despite his age, he had yet to have his growth spurt, so was below the average height of regular twelve-year-old boys.
Within his desolate street, many people passed him by, not taking any notice of him. There was no money within his cap that was at his feet, there wouldn't be. Most of the upper classmen sneered and said he was best to serve in the workhouse instead of begging for money.
The ladies were slightly more kinder, but did not offer him anything, not even a speck of food. As for his own class, well, Ben knew there was no use in that. Most of them were as poor as he, maybe poorer.
But, Ben patiently waited. Normally, on a good day, he might get a shilling or two, but those days were few and high-between.
Ben was cold. He had stood out in the street for most of the night. Ben was near nigh of giving up when he spotted an odd thing. He saw a girl, probably two years younger then he, wearing a silken-looking nightgown and a fine fur coat come running down the street. As he saw her run by down a nearby alley, he had seen she wore no footwear. And if that wasn't as odd enough, Ben saw a Coppa was chasing after the girl. Ben continued waiting and then saw the Coppa had given up his chase of the young girl and the Coppa sauntered off down the busy road.

( to be continued…)
 
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SimonW said:
lol, I like him too. As a character.

Warning: Chapter 2 is not as long as chapter 1.

(Chapter 2, part 1)


Chapter 2: Blood Strangers...

Ben was waiting. He did not know what he was waiting for. All he knew was that he was waiting. The twelve-year-old beggar boy mostly waited. He begged for a living, standing on the street and looking pitiful, which he was. Despite his age, he had yet to have his growth spurt, so was below the average height of regular twelve-year-old boys.
Within his desolate street, many people passed him by, not taking any notice of him. There was no money within his cap that was at his feet, there wouldn't be. Most of the upper classmen sneered and said he was best to serve in the workhouse instead of begging for money.
The ladies were slightly more kinder, but did not offer him anything, not even a speck of food. As for his own class, well, Ben knew there was no use in that. Most of them were as poor as he, maybe poorer.
But, Ben patiently waited. Normally, on a good day, he might get a shilling or two, but those days were few and high-between.
Ben was cold. He had stood out in the street for most of the night. Ben was near nigh of giving up when he spotted an odd thing. He saw a girl, probably two years younger then he, wearing a silken-looking nightgown and a fine fur coat come running down the street. As he saw her run by down a nearby alley, he had seen shw wore no footwear. And if that wasn't as odd enough, Ben saw a Coppa was chasing after the girl. Ben continued waiting and then saw the Coppa had given up his chase of the young girl and the Coppa sauntered off down the busy road.
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oooo...waht's Benny-Boy gonna do???:D
 
lol...and you missed me putting it up. :D

(Chapter 2, part 2)



After leaving the house, Tabitha had run off down the street. She had caught the attention of a nearby policeman. He apparently thought she had stolen something and was chasing after her. Tabitha had ducked into an alleyway and had lost the policeman by hiding behind a nearby wall. She peekwed out and saw the policeman had gone. Sighing in relief, Tabitha turned round and smacked into somebody.
The person was a toothless old crone and she cackled insanely. Her grotesque facial features jumped out at Tabitha, her grip tightening on Tabitha's arm.
"That's a nice coat you are wearing, dear....Let Granny have it now, good girl," muttered the old woman threateningly.
Tabitha tried to squirm away, but that seemed to only anger the old woman and she wrenched the coat off of Tabitha, leaving Tabitha only wearing the nightgown and threw Tabitha aside.
Tabitha landed against the wall, she slid down it, starting to cry.
The old woman paid no attention to Tabitha, she had hobbled away with her new coat, leaving Tabitha shivering in a corner of the alley.
Tabitha continued to cry to herself. She had almost forgotten how cruel and unkind the outside life was, to be a begger meant you had to watch yourself, lest you become mugged in the alleyway. Much like Tabitha had been done. Bringing her knees up to her chest, feeling the harsh dampness and bitter cold, Tabitha remained crying, her eyes starting to puff up with a reddish hue.
Suddenly, Tabitha heard footsteps approaching her. She shivered in dread. The shadow, had it come back for her?
Closing her eyes tightly, Tabitha heard the footsteps drawing nearer. Sobbing in fear, Tabitha did not notice the shadow pass over her pitiful frame. Tabitha did not dare to open her eyes as she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Then, she had heard a voice.

( to be continued…)
 
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SimonW said:
lol...and you missed me putting it up. :D

(Chapter 2, part 2)



After leaving the house, Tabitha had run off down the street. She had caught the attention of a nearby policeman. He apparently thought she had stolen something and was chasing after her. Tabitha had ducked into an alleyway and had lost the policeman by hiding behind a nearby wall. She peekwed out and saw the policeman had gone. Sighing in relief, Tabitha turned round and smacked into somebody.
The person was a toothless old crone and she cackled insanely. Her grotesque facial features jumped out at Tabitha, her grip tightening on Tabitha's arm.
"That's a nice coat you are wearing, dear....Let Granny have it now, good girl," muttered the old woman threateningly.
Tabitha tried to squirm away, but that seemed to only anger the old woman and she wrenched the coat off of Tabitha, leaving Tabitha only wearing the nightgown and threw Tabitha aside.
Tabitha landed against the wall, she slid down it, starting to cry.
The old woman paid no attention to Tabitha, she had hobbled away with her new coat, leaving Tabitha shivering in a corner of the alley.
Tabitha continued to cry to herself. She had almost forgotten how cruel and unkind the outside life was, to be a begger meant you had to watch yourself, lest you become mugged in the alleyway. Much like Tabitha had been done. Bringing her knees up to her chest, feeling the harsh dampness and bitter cold, Tabitha remained crying, her eyes starting to puff up with a reddish hue.
Suddenly, Tabitha heard footsteps approaching her. She shivered in dread. The shadow, had it come back for her?
Closing her eyes tightly, Tabitha heard the footsteps drawing nearer. Sobbing in fear, Tabitha did not notice the shadow pass over her pitiful frame. Tabitha did not dare to open her eyes as she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Then, she had heard a voice.
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THE MEAN OLD LADY!! And here I thought they were always the victims of crimes!!!:p

It's Ben, isn't it?? ISN'T IT!!:p
 
GeNtLe SuSaN said:
THE MEAN OLD LADY!! And here I thought they were always the victims of crimes!!!:p

It's Ben, isn't it?? ISN'T IT!!:p
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lol...depends how desolate they are.

Um...we shall see. lol.

(chapter 2, part 3, last part of chapter)


"Hey, are you okay?" asked the voice. It was young, like hers. But, it was a boy's voice. Confusion oversweeping her tears, Tabitha opened her eyes. She saw a smallish boy crouching beside her, his hand re-assuringly touching her shoulder. His cap sat slightly askew upon his red-haired head. His brown eyes radiated concern. He wore woolen rags, nothing fancy, just brown shirt and pants.
Tabitha said nothing, she was still getting over the shock and surprise. She really thought the shadow had come for her. But, instead, it was this boy, a common boy. Most like herself, despite being a girl and slightly younger and taller then him
As she continued to stare at him, Ben started to feel uneasy and removed his hand from her shoulder.
Without saying another word, Ben started walking back up the alleyway.
"Thank you," he had heard a soft voice say.
Without looking back or stopping, Ben wandered out of the alleyway, leaving the girl in the nightgown behind.
Tabitha had quietly called out as the boy was leaving. Wether he heard her or not, she did not quite know.
Getting to her feet, Tabitha wandered through the dark corridors, the back alleyways of London.
With the smoke and clouds above her, Tabitha knew any moment it was going to rain. There was only one safe place for her when it rained, Madame Claudia's.

End Of Chapter Two.



Told ya it wasn't long. lol.
 
SimonW said:
lol...depends how desolate they are.

Um...we shall see. lol.

(chapter 2, part 3, last part of chapter)


"Hey, are you okay?" asked the voice. It was young, like hers. But, it was a boy's voice. Confusion oversweeping her tears, Tabitha opened her eyes. She saw a smallish boy crouching beside her, his hand re-assuringly touching her shoulder. His cap sat slightly askew upon his red-haired head. His brown eyes radiated concern. He wore woolen rags, nothing fancy, just brown shirt and pants.
Tabitha said nothing, she was still getting over the shock and surprise. She really thought the shadow had come for her. But, instead, it was this boy, a common boy. Most like herself, despite being a girl and slightly younger and taller then him
As she continued to stare at him, Ben started to feel uneasy and removed his hand from her shoulder.
Without saying another word, Ben started walking back up the alleyway.
"Thank you," he had heard a soft voice say.
Without looking back or stopping, Ben wandered out of the alleyway, leaving the girl in the nightgown behind.
Tabitha had quietly called out as the boy was leaving. Wether he heard her or not, she did not quite know.
Getting to her feet, Tabitha wandered through the dark corridors, the back alleyways of London.
With the smoke and clouds above her, Tabitha knew any moment it was going to rain. There was only one safe place for her when it rained, Madame Claudia's.

End Of Chapter Two.



Told ya it wasn't long. lol.
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It WAS Ben! Good ol' Ben...:D

I really liked the last line. I can't tell you why, exactly, but I guess when I read it, so many doors flew open about what could happen. How Madame Claudia was. If she was nice or cruel. That sort of thing. And it keeps me thinking, and I can't wait until the next chapter!!:D
 
lol, yeah, good ol Ben. Still, I didnt wanna spoil it by saying it was Ben.

Well, I like lasting impressions. lol.
Anyway, this is the last bit of Dartho I made...

(Chapter 3, part 1, more to come hopefully)


Chapter 3: Madame Claudia

The rain was pelting down. Most of the other people scurried indoors or had their umbrellas out. Tabitha was drenched, her flimsy nightgown clutching at her skin. Shivering, her teeth slightly chattering, Tabitha tried to hug herself as she ran within the rain. Her hair was very wet, slicked back by the rain. As she stopped, Tabitha glanced up at a building in a back alleyway. It had a green door and a solitary lamp underneath the overhanging roof. This was the best place for Tabitha, the only place during the wet weather.
Her feet made small splashing noises as she ran in inch high water of the cobblestone back alley. Getting under the safety of theoverhanging roof, Tabitha knocked feebly on the door, her wet form still shivering miserably.

"Don' bother me now, Bill, there be someone at the door," Tabitha heard a woman's cockney accent drawl before the green door opened inwards.
A woman of 30 stood in the doorway. She wore a red-laced dress, a bit shabby looking, but most likely the best dress she could afford. Despite her age, the woman looked around mid-twenties, with her cheerful expression and red hair in curls reaching her shoulders. Her dress cut off in a triangle, nearly showing the cleavage of her person. Upon her head was a red boa feather and she wore high heeled shoes.
As she saw Tabitha, the woman seemed to pity the poor child.
"Ohh, well, look who's 'ere! Come on 'in dearie an' I'll git your clothes washed!" exclaimed the flamboyant Madame Claudia.
Tabitha readilly entered the house of Madame Claudia.
It was nothing fancy. The whole house was of wooden variety, slabbed into the back of concrete bricks of the back alleyway. The area looked a tad bit dusty, but otherwise, was a good place for men of all kinds to rest. Tabitha glanced up the wooden staircase as a man started coming down them, the staircase creaking each time he put his feet down.
"What's this 'ere, Claudie?" asked the man.
He was dressed in a jacket and shirt, his brown pants reaching past his knees, he wore heavy boots aswell. He had a bit of stubble on his chin, as if he had not been shaving. And had a slight squint in the left eye.
"No you mind, Bill. Go back upstairs," stated Madame Claudia, shooing him away.
The man known as Bill grunted and went back up the stairs, the staircase creaking again.
Madame Claudia smiled at Tabitha.
"You no mind Bill. He an ol' softy at heart," she stated to Tabitha. "You wait 'ere an' I'll git you some more 'lothes."
Tabitha nodded meekly and sat down upon a wooden chair in the small hallway.
Madame Claudia left the room to the left, into what appeared to be another room, but out of Tabitha's vision. Madame Claudia seemed to sway side to side as she was leaving, as if she had been drinking.

To Be Continued.....
 
SimonW said:
lol, yeah, good ol Ben. Still, I didnt wanna spoil it by saying it was Ben.

Well, I like lasting impressions. lol.
Anyway, this is the last bit of Dartho I made...

(Chapter 3, part 1, more to come hopefully)


Chapter 3: Madame Claudia

The rain was pelting down. Most of the other people scurried indoors or had their umbrellas out. Tabitha was drenched, her flimsy nightgown clutching at her skin. Shivering, her teeth slightly chattering, Tabitha tried to hug herself as she ran within the rain. Her hair was very wet, slicked back by the rain. As she stopped, Tabitha glanced up at a building in a back alleyway. It had a green door and a solitary lamp underneath the overhanging roof. This was the best place for Tabitha, the only place during the wet weather.
Her feet made small splashing noises as she ran in inch high water of the cobblestone back alley. Getting under the safety of theoverhanging roof, Tabitha knocked feebly on the door, her wet form still shivering miserably.

"Don' bother me now, Bill, there be someone at the door," Tabitha heard a woman's cockney accent drawl before the green door opened inwards.
A woman of 30 stood in the doorway. She wore a red-laced dress, a bit shabby looking, but most likely the best dress she could afford. Despite her age, the woman looked around mid-twenties, with her cheerful expression and red hair in curls reaching her shoulders. Her dress cut off in a triangle, nearly showing the cleavage of her person. Upon her head was a red boa feather and she wore high heeled shoes.
As she saw Tabitha, the woman seemed to pity the poor child.
"Ohh, well, look who's 'ere! Come on 'in dearie an' I'll git your clothes washed!" exclaimed the flamboyant Madame Claudia.
Tabitha readilly entered the house of Madame Claudia.
It was nothing fancy. The whole house was of wooden variety, slabbed into the back of concrete bricks of the back alleyway. The area looked a tad bit dusty, but otherwise, was a good place for men of all kinds to rest. Tabitha glanced up the wooden staircase as a man started coming down them, the staircase creaking each time he put his feet down.
"What's this 'ere, Claudie?" asked the man.
He was dressed in a jacket and shirt, his brown pants reaching past his knees, he wore heavy boots aswell. He had a bit of stubble on his chin, as if he had not been shaving. And had a slight squint in the left eye.
"No you mind, Bill. Go back upstairs," stated Madame Claudia, shooing him away.
The man known as Bill grunted and went back up the stairs, the staircase creaking again.
Madame Claudia smiled at Tabitha.
"You no mind Bill. He an ol' softy at heart," she stated to Tabitha. "You wait 'ere an' I'll git you some more 'lothes."
Tabitha nodded meekly and sat down upon a wooden chair in the small hallway.
Madame Claudia left the room to the left, into what appeared to be another room, but out of Tabitha's vision. Madame Claudia seemed to sway side to side as she was leaving, as if she had been drinking.

To Be Continued.....
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Haha I love the accents Alex.
Is Bill Claudia's bf?
This reminds me of a book I read in Comprehensive schol/high school.
I told you I'd read it :p
I want to know who that nicely dressed man was and Ben sounds really nice, short and very cute :p.
I hope there's more to come, so much needs to be revealed.
Great story! :D
 
tottyfruitty said:
Haha I love the accents Alex.
Is Bill Claudia's bf?
This reminds me of a book I read in Comprehensive schol/high school.
I told you I'd read it :p
I want to know who that nicely dressed man was and Ben sounds really nice, short and very cute :p.
I hope there's more to come, so much needs to be revealed.
Great story! :D
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lol...I suck at accents. At least, in typing form.

Maybe...then again, he may just be a guy passing through. A LOT of men pass through Claudia's place, if you catch my drift. lol.

For some reason it reminds me slightly of Oliver Twist, maybe cause a burly guy named Bill and a nice woman who wears a red dress...supposedly to represent a Nancy (the old musical "Oliver!"'s Nancy).
Anyway, this is purely fiction I made up. If there is some other story like this, I would not know.

lol, I know. Glad you did.

Well, we shall see in further chapters who that nicely dressed man is...maybe. Lol, yes, Ben. He is a poor wretch, a small child to live on the streets. But then again, so are Sammy and Tabitha.

I decided to make the rest on the fly, as in do the rest of Chapter Three on this message board, since that is all I have done so far. Keep checking, cause I'll edit more in the above post where my story left off until I think I should stop part one and write a new part in a new post.

Dunno...maybe great, maybe not.
But, I need ask, what is this thing that haunts Tabitha so, who...or what terrifies her so? I'll let you speculate, for I have no idea myself...AND I'M WRITING THE STORY! lol. Actually, I amn serious. Sometimes even I don't know what is likely to happen yet. I let myself write (or in this case type) and see how it goes.
 
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SimonW said:
lol...I suck at accents. At least, in typing form.

Maybe...then again, he may just be a guy passing through. A LOT of men pass through Claudia's place, if you catch my drift. lol.

For some reason it reminds me slightly of Oliver Twist, maybe cause a burly guy named Bill and a nice woman who wears a red dress...supposedly to represent a Nancy (the old musical "Oliver!"'s Nancy).
Anyway, this is purely fiction I made up. If there is some other story like this, I would not know.

lol, I know. Glad you did.

Well, we shall see in further chapters who that nicely dressed man is...maybe. Lol, yes, Ben. He is a poor wretch, a small child to live on the streets. But then again, so are Sammy and Tabitha.

I decided to make the rest on the fly, as in do the rest of Chapter Three on this message board, since that is all I have done so far. Keep checking, cause I'll edit more in the above post where my story left off until I think I should stop part one and write a new part in a new post.

Dunno...maybe great, maybe not.
But, I need ask, what is this thing that haunts Tabitha so, who...or what terrifies her so? I'll let you speculate, for I have no idea myself...AND I'M WRITING THE STORY! lol. Actually, I amn serious. Sometimes even I don't know what is likely to happen yet. I let myself write (or in this case type) and see how it goes.
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Then yo jsut keep writing, because even when tyou don't try, it STILL comes out good!! I treid that once, just writing....except I had m eyes closed, so I couldn't read any of it....:rolleyes: Go figure, eh??
 
Haha very clever Carz^

Hmm Maybe the figure is the nicely dressed man maybe not. Maybe its a ghost or she was just imagining the whole thing or maybe its her long lost father who has been searching for her for years. Haha if you don't know then there really isn't much hope for the rest of us.

I thought that woman Claudia reminded me of something lol but she seems nice, a little drunk but nice.

I shall keep checking up on it.
It wasn't Oliver Twist I was thinking of but now that you mention it it does slightly with the poor kids on the streets of London, begging for money in their rags.
 
lol, well, speculate all you want. But, pay close attention, for clues are everywhere, sometimes.

Well, that is two...three admirers so far of this story.

Anyway, at your request, here is the rest...lol.



(Chapter 3, part 2)


Tabitha was still cold and wet from the rain. Though the house was sturdy, it was a bit drafty aswell.
Shivering, Tabitha closed her legs together and held her arms with her own hands, trying to brave the shivers that overswept her.
It wasn't long before Tabitha heard the trotting of Madame Claudia's high heels upon the worn out and dusty floorboards.
Tabitha glanced up at the smiling face of Madame Claudia. The woman was not exactly a budding rose, but she had a fanciful charm which made Tabitha suspect that was the reason men spent their time with Madame Claudia.
Being ten, Tabitha knew well enough that it was not exactly polite to think of such things, for she liked Madame Claudia.
It was Madame Claudia whom had seemed like a distant relative, allways providing shelter to those in need.
Madame Claudia presented some clean clothes to Tabitha. They were haphazardly folded but seemed warm enough.
"Here ya are, dearie. Mind ya put this here 'lothes on, I got Bill ter tend to. He dun like to be kept waitin', my Bill," stated Madame Claudia, smiling as she leaned back after handing Tabitha the clothes.
Tabitha had meekly taken the clothes, after removing her hands from her arms. She held the clothes close to her chest, glad of the warm feeling it had upon her wet nightgown and cold skin.

Madame Claudia had drawn her attention away from Tabitha, having done her good deed for the day, she had felt she deserved herself a good stiff drink. And if any was to be found, it would be with good old Bill.
Madame Claudia braced herself slightly as she started to trot up the wooden stairway, swaying from side to side as she placed her high-heeled feet upon each step.
She was soon gone after a few rapt banging of the steps above brought upon the high-heeled shoes she wore. Small clouds of dust cascaded down from the wooden roof, after-effects of the stomping of the shoes.
Tabitha barely heard the upstairs door shutting, nor a few drunkern shrieks of laughter from Madame Claudia. All Tabitha heard in her mind was the steady drips from her wet clothes plopping down onto the wooden floor. Probably the only time the place had been cleaned for a few years.
Still clasping the clothes Madame Claudia had given her, Tabitha was about to get up when she heard a sharp, "BANG! BANG! BANG!" from the front door to the left of her. Tabitha jolted slightly, glancing at the door, fear grasping her chest. Could it be? Did the shadow of her nightmares follow her? Was she doomed to keep running? What if...?
That was as far as Tabitha's train of thought went as Tabitha saw the door's rusty handle was suddenly starting to turn.

(more to come....what will happen?)
 
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