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The Stone Registeel	Mar 17 2007, 07:05 AM
New Member Posts: 25 Group: Members Member #23 Joined: January 30, 2007	Just thought I'd see what you guys think. Here's the beggining of Chapter 1: River Troubles A Dangerous Adventurers Story Chapter 1: Log Canal Chris and Crystie walked along the wooden floor of the Log Canal, a boat on the harbour of Rimini River, more known as the Rimini. The Rimini River was a hidden river, and only those brave enough to venture down it would come. The two, still annoyed with their recent loss of Ryan, had now found a new partner, though they didn’t think that he could replace the laughter and experiences they had shared with their passed away friend. The new recruit’s name was Steven. Steven Lite. He was originally a researcher in water currents and mountains, but had decided to really get out there. About two hours later, the teens sat at a bench. Chris’ light blonds hair went well with his loose T-shirt and jeans, and his hair slid to the left. It spiked at the end, the way he liked it. Crystie had aqua blue hair, which didn’t leave her head. It was spiked at each side, the spikes curving. She also wore jeans, but instead of a T-shirt she wore a light grey jumper. Steven, being quite the informal guy, wore a black suit with matching jeans, and had white-dyed hair in a similar style to Crystie’s. Chris sat there, sipping his Coke, watching the other two as they did the same (except for Steven, who had Ice Tea). He then spoke, hoping to start up a conversation. “So, who’s looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked, and the other two just stared at him. Although the crowd made noise around them, it seemed it was all blocked out by their stare. The same stare, Chris thought, suddenly noticing the similarity. The same stare… “I suppose I am.” Steven replied, finally dropping his gaze, “I suppose this is my first adventure with you guys.” He smiled, a weak smile, before getting back to his Ice Tea. Crystie looked as though she didn’t know who to stare at: The Questioner, or the odd answerer. “Same here, I guess.” She told them, before getting up. “We’ve got an early start tomorrow, remember. I guess we should be getting some sleep.” She glanced at her watch. 9:30, she thought, suppose it’s a good time to leave anyway.
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