| jennybee | Once upon a time on a dark night, something stirred in a Birmingham side street... what happens next plurkers? |
Jun 04, 2008 -
12:11PM
| jennybee | Once upon a time on a dark night, something stirred in a Birmingham side street... what happens next plurkers? |
| solobasssteve | says | as rats scurried from behind bins and rain fell, a groan was heard from beheath a pile of rubbish... |
| philc // me.dm | scrabbling between the litter a lonely man with a weathered face emerged.. |
| jennybee | holding a half empty tin of peaches and a clutching a pickaxe... |
| solobasssteve | it's amazing what you find in bins these days he said, removing the thong from his tangled hair |
| philc // me.dm | the peaches shimmering under the streetlights were taking on a form all their own as he came around. |
| jennybee | his thoughts turned from thongs into how the hell he came to be in this dank side street on a Friday evening in March 1973 |
| solobasssteve | ...given that he was sure the previous night's party was on July 6th 1967... where had the 6 years gone in between? |
| philc // me.dm | concealing the pickaxe, the man turns bleary eyed towards the main street, the soft green glow from he casio watch. |
| solobasssteve | He looked at the watch, bemused - what on earth is that? It looks like it's from... THE FUTURE!! |
| philc // me.dm | the man quickly ripped the watch from his arm casting it away as he stumbled onwards towards the lighting of the street.. |
| jennybee | how can it be? he was certain the time machine had malfunctioned... he decided to seek coffee and a newspaper... |
| ricgalbraith | is | he strode away from the watch with regret, glancing over his shoulder and remembering the inscription she had put on the back |
| benjamin | says | knowing that it would be years before there was a Starbucks nearby. |
| jennybee | perhaps the system had re-booted at the last minute after all, perhaps he really was a time bandit... |
| philc // me.dm | his feet were hurting. .. |
| jennybee | he stumbled into a cafe on the corner of Herbert Street... 'strong black coffee' he growled |
| jennybee | towards the unsuspecting waitress |
| solobasssteve | 'we haven't sold coffee here for years' she said with a surprised look |
| solobasssteve | "not since the uprising" |
| jennybee | he froze as he realised the cafe was packed. and all eyes were on him... |
| philc // me.dm | from behind the curtain came a stock gent who looked like a candidate for a russian shot putt team.. |
| jennybee | 'Cynthia, is that you?'. He could barely believe it |
| philc // me.dm | the room goes deathly quiet, the borrowers run across the floor and vanish into a hole. a plate is dropped... |
| solobasssteve | "I'm Clive now" she growled, like a butch woman, impersonating an effeminate man... |
| jennybee | s/he gestured towards an empty booth and ordered 2 bloody marys 'you look like you need it' s/he whispered and laughed |
| jennybee | by now the rain was falling like bullets from the grey midlands sky. They sat facing each other, waiting for the silence to be broken |
| solobasssteve | "So, Cynt.... Clive, where have I been?? What's happened? I'm so confused" |
| jennybee | 'So what's been up with you Jonny?'. Clive was the first to fold... Jonny fidgeted and wondered how to answer that question... |
| solobasssteve | "I was at the party... the one at your brother's place... and then...nothing..." |
| jennybee | he wished he hadn't thrown his digital watch away... 'I'm so... disorientated right now'... |
| solobasssteve | "You mean, you know nothing of the uprising, Jonny?" Cynthia looked shocked, and it wasn't just the badly plucked eyebrows |
| solobasssteve | "uprising? What uprising? What are you talking about?? I don't remember anything from the last 6 YEARS!!" |
| solobasssteve | "Oh Jonny... You're going to need another drink" mumbled Jonny's mannish companion |
| philc // me.dm | suddenly his pocket starts to vibrate and play noise in a god awful manner.. |
| jennybee | 'what *is* that, Jonny?' his suprise at Clive not recognising 'Umbrella' by Rhianna turned to horror as he realised... |
| solobasssteve | "I'm the only one here who knows about the time machine!" he mumbled, his inner monologue clearly damaged by the party |
| cwrc11 | is | as he realized he was wearing |
| solobasssteve | but he couldn't remember anything between the party at Cynthia's brother's and now... was it time travel, or a coma? |
| solobasssteve | ..and why was he wrapped in a St George's Flag?? |
| solobasssteve | "But I'm Scottish!!" thought Jonny... |
| philc // me.dm | a strange shady hooded character enters.. . |
| philc // me.dm | . . he is asking the locals for "the ring" the atmosphere shifts once again.. |
| redduffman | It's an Alabama State college basketball championship winners ring he thought. How did that get there? |
| philc // me.dm | . . he shivered. he hated that school. |
| redduffman | He quickly looked out the window to double check which Birmingham he was in. |
| philc // me.dm | the room starts to spin, the voices blur. he hits the floor with a thud. |
| yellowpark | As if by magic, the shopkeeper appeared where he was led to a changing room |
| yellowpark | the changing room looked strangely familiar. |
| redduffman | It was the same room he'd tried to nick a Sergio Tacchini shell suit when he was a teenager back in the 80's. He wished he could forget that |
| philc // me.dm | . .. he hears the stone roses playing on what seems to be some kind of futurstic grammerphone. where am i? |
| redduffman | is | He wonders if he's wandered into an old episode of Sapphire & Steel... |
| waynesutton | and then he flashes to the year 2010 and realizes that... |
| yellowpark | hates | he came out wearing his slippers and dressing gown. |
| redduffman | ... and reaches for the laudanum. |
| yellowpark | Suddenly, he hears voices. |
| yellowpark | "Kipper tie mate?", "No, I'll have a coffee." "O, r." He knew then which Birmingham he was in and felt scared |
| kapil | no time for fear now, he thought to himself. i have to keep my mind clear for the battle ahead. |
| DaveDev | He looked out of the window and thought "Well that brings a whole new meaning to to the phrase 'Broad Street'". |
| sschablow | there on the street, bustling about were hundreds of supermodels. |
| jennybee | Jonny realised that if this was actually just a dream he really needed to wake up out of it for the sake of his sanity |
| btocher | says | and so he slapped himself hard |
| jodygnant | and took a cold shower. |
| jennybee | The cold shower revived him a little, although by now the rain was easing, delivering yellow sunshine to the grimy pavement |
| jennybee | feeling rejuvinated, Jonny finished his bloody mary, nodded 'goodbye' to Clive and headed out onto the street. |
| IAmKat | which suddenly went hot...OUCH, turn that tap off he shouted |
| IAmKat | as for a moment he thought he was back in the shower |
| btocher | and made "hoppo" sound like "hippo", which was a shame. |
| jennybee | but what was this? closer inspection of his digital watch revealed a set of co-ordinates inscribed on the back... the plot thickened... |
| redduffman | ... into a creamy paste which was quite tasty when mixed with cheese on crackers. |
| rojopelo | the spoon, i forgot the spoon he thought |
| JONxBLAZE | then remembered he had a fork instead. |
| redduffman | ... which was attached to a pen knife that had a magnifying glass. With that, Jonny read the coordinates and was amazed to discover that... |
| davepeck | they were the coordinates of his soon to be ex wifes home, the very place were she had shouted for all his friends & neighbors to hear... |
| rojopelo | you tried to nick a Sergio Tacchini shell suit when he was a teenager back in the 80's |
| artbizness | and wondering if that "accident" in a time machine with a contraceptive had created as sort of inverse lagging effect |
| bryan | boots crunching in the gravel, a whiff of cigar smoke in the air, skin crawls |
| bryan | a man in a torn white coat appears |
| redduffman | says | Jonny's portable sewing machine/ashtray combi and says "Can I borrow that?" |
| davepeck | not knowing what else to do.. he hands to the man, who quickly... |
| philc // me.dm | thinks | relives himself taking a big sigh and cracking a smile as he does so.. |
| markmedia | says | revealing the cracked stined and uneven teeth of.. |
| redduffman | an ancient Beegee. |
| jasonjarrett | a life lived rough |
| laurawhitehead | He hated his gnashers, but always wanted to invent a toothpaste with the strapline of "say ta-ta to yer tartar" but never did. He saw... |
| jennybee | the watch inscription, reminded of his quest... 52.038333,-4.578611 and hailed a passing cab |
| jasonjarrett | the power socket port openon his cheek |
| markmedia | says | these damned butt cheek power sockets he thought |
| jennybee | but was instantly reminded of their worth as he plugged in his ailing iPhone and watched the battery icon glow |
| redduffman | and felt an uncontrollable urge to stick to his quest as though under control by some hidden hand or hands. |
| laurawhitehead | oh the glow... he smiled and... |
| jennybee | took a deep breath as the cab driver asked 'where to mate?' |
| jennybee | a realisation dropped into his head: twitter.com/wilstephens/statuses/827542983 |
| jennybee | but he brushed it off and replied 'head west'... |
| redduffman | "That's probably for the best" said the cabbie. |
| girlarsonist | It was then the sky opened up to reveal... |
| jennybee | Jonny wondered whether this was the infamous rhyming cabbie of the west midlands and panicked as he remembered the stories... |
| markmedia | of the scummy brummie |
| jennybee | but then the hot air balloon that had appeared caught his attention... 'DON'T GO WEST, JONNY!' was being screamed through a megaphone |
| jennybee | It was the beegee from earlier. It explained the high pitched scream... |
| redduffman | go to MAAAAASACHUSETS! |
| girlarsonist | loves | Perhaps Boston? But there was something about Boston that bothered him... |
| jennybee | The hot air balloon disappeared as quickly as it arrived. 'Take me to the airport' Jonny growled to the rhyming cabbie |
| girlarsonist | "The airport?" said the Cabbie."Not to shabby." |
| jennybee | thinks | As the metrocab slipped through the city streets towards the terminal, Jonny reflected on the last few hours... |
| jennybee | thinks | the coordinates, Clive, the lack of coffee, 6 years missed, time travel? an uprising? the ring from Alabama State college, the beegee. |
| jennybee | Jonny wondered what Boston might hold as the taxi pulled into the departures parking bay. |
| jennybee | END OF CHAPTER ONE |
| jennybee | CHAPTER TWO: www.plurk.com/p/4rnx |
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