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Every week we will be starting a new Story Telling competition - with great prizes! The current prize is 2000 NP, plus a rare item!!! This is how it works...
We start a story and you have to write the next few paragraphs. We will select the best submissions every day and put it on the site, and then you have to write the next one, all the way until the story finishes. Got it? Well, submit your paragraphs below!
Story Seven Hundred Seventeen Ends Friday, February 5
|"Care to place a bet?" the red Scorchio always asked the same question to every bidder. It was no different for Connie, who frequently visited the Poogle Racing Stadium.
"Yes, thank you," the faerie Lutari replied, taking the slip of paper from the Scorchio's hand.
Without hesitating. she scribbled Poogle Three on the paper. She knew the Poogles' descriptions all too well and never bet on any other Poogle besides Poogle Three. It was by far her favorite; Poogle Three's only tiny flaw was that he was clumsy when jumping over hurdles, but his speed made up for it.
After returning the slip of paper to the Scorchio, Connie visited the Poogles' stalls. Many Neopets were milling around the place, but only three of them were feeding the Poogles of their choice.
She walked over to Poogle Three and stroked his head. Feeding him a few slices of Dipping Apples, she whispered to the Poogle, "You'd better win this race, okay? I've bet 300 Neopoints on you."
The Poogle looked hopefully at Connie, wagging its short tail. She fed him another slice, then headed for the stadium and waited for the race to start.
Just before the race was about to begin, the Scorchio rushed into the stadium, looking disheveled and worried.
"Everyone, the race has got to wait. Poogle Three is missing!" he announced, looking around at the bidders. "And the person who kidnapped him left a note...
Date: Feb 1st
..."What does the note say?" Connie asked. She made her way through the crowd that was quickly forming.
"I can't really tell, a lot of it's smudged," the Scorchio answered.
The loud clamor of the crowd began to grow. It grew so loud that neither the Scorchio nor Connie could hear their own thoughts. Connie actually had to cover her ears.
"Who would do such a thing?"
"I placed my bets on him!"
"Why would anyone do that?"
"How dare they!"
One voice cut through the crowd, causing everyone to grow quiet fast after the voice spoke. "I know who did it."
Without much trouble, certainly less trouble than the crowd gave Connie, a green Wocky walked to the center of the crowd where Connie and the Scorchio were standing. He walked with this swagger in his step - if he had anymore of it, he would fall over. The look on his face showed Connie that he had something to say.
"Who are you?" the Scorchio asked.
"Name's Vince, but call me V," the Wocky answered. "Now would you like to know who took him or not?"
"Of course I would."
Vince's cold and confident gaze met Connie's. He pointed a finger at her accusing her, "It was her..."
Date: Feb 1st
Connie stared at him, unable to comprehend what he'd just said. Realization hit her fast as everyone in the crowd turned their angry faces to her.
"It was you!?"
"Return him immediately!"
"Why would you do such a thing!?"
The crowd was quickly becoming unruly. The Scorchio, acting fast, signaled the Skeith security guards hovering nearby. The guards managed to get to Connie before the crowd, and escorted her and the Scorchio to a nearby office. "V" had vanished as soon as the crowd had turned their attention to Connie.
The Scorchio and Connie went inside the office with just moments to spare before the angry crowd reached them. The guards stationed themselves outside, attempting to calm them.
The Scorchio sat himself behind a small wooden desk. "Please, sit." He gestured towards the chair on the opposite side of the desk. Connie sat. The panic from being the focus of the angry mob set her on edge and made it difficult to relax despite it being quite a comfortable chair.
The Scorchio considered her for a moment in silence. Then he said, "So. You have been accused of theft. Do you have an alibi for the time of the kidnapping?"
Connie, taking several deep breaths, tried to think. "Well," she began...
Date: Feb 2nd
..."I had just finished feeding Poogle Three the Dipping Apples I'd bought for him. There were at least two other Neopians in the stalls with me, watching. I think one was a blue Skeith, and the other, a Polkadot Vandagyre," she said, hardly pausing for breath in her nervousness. "Then I walked back to the stands, and someone must have seen me, noticed me."
She rubbed her chin with a paw, trying to think about who might have been standing around her.
"I think there might have a been a young Meerca next to me, near the finish line. He looked like he was skipping Neoschool," she said at last.
The Scorchio frowned. "There's at least 100 Neopians out there. I guess I'll send out an announcement, see if anyone comes forward to say if they saw you."
He turned as if to leave the room. Connie, at the last moment, not being able to constrain herself, leapt forward and took him by the arm.
"Look, please, I come here every day, and always bet on Poogle Three! You must know me, you must recognise me!"
He looked at her for a few long moments.
"Nope, sorry lady, we get a lot of regulars around these parts," he said and walked out.
Connie deflated, letting out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. With the Scorchio gone, she was left alone in the small office. She tried the door, but seemingly, it had been locked when he'd exited. She paced for a moment, before sitting back on the chair and curling her tail around her for comfort.
She thought about Vince while she waited, her brow furrowed. Why would he have accused her, and been so sure about it? Who was he? Why would he lie?
"Oh!" she said suddenly, just as the door opened to let the Scorchio back in. She had just realised what small detail hadn't added up about that Wocky...
Date: Feb 2nd
"What is it?" the Scorchio asked, interrupting her train of thought.
Before Connie could reply, he continued, "it seems you have an alibi. Two Neopets saw you at the stadium during the time of the kidnapping. You've been cleared."
"That's great!" Connie exclaimed, heaving a sigh of relief. "I may just know who the culprit is."
"Really? Who is it?" The Scorchio's face seemed eager yet sceptical.
"That Wocky, Vince."
"How are you so sure?" his voice was now full of suspicion.
"Because... he left the stadium without watching the race." Connie paused, careful of her choice of words. "Why would he bet and then leave when the race hasn't even started? He would be furious like all the other Neopets, waiting for some news, unless... he didn't spend any neopoints."
The Scorchio's eagerness waned. "I'm afraid I don't agree with you, lady. Neopets who don't bet aren't allowed into the stadium."
"But you allow Neopets with company through, isn't it?" Connie contradicted.
The Scorchio was left speechless.
After a few moments, another thought hit her. "The Meerca!"
Date: Feb 3rd
"The Meerca?" The Scorchio asked.
Connie's thoughts were racing like the Poogles, trying to get her thoughts gathered. It hit her so suddenly that if she didn't take extra care in trying to explain it, she was afraid that it would't make any sense.
"What if... he was acting like the Meerca's guardian? He seemed way too young to get in without an adult around, right? So what if he pretended to be his caretaker so that both of them could get into the stadium!"
The Scorchio was still speechless, but he was rubbing his chin, trying to think back.
"That...could make sense." He said, "I wouldn't have given that a second thought."
"It would also explain why he was alone near the finish..." Connie said, trying to help her case.
"It's worth looking into, at least until we get some other leads." The Scorchio replied, "I'll put out a notice and see if we can find him."
Just as he was about to leave, a frantic looking Zafara rushed into the office.
"We have a problem!" He said, "Poogle one and two are missing too!"
Date: Feb 4th
Connie sighed in frustration, beads of nervous sweat forming at her brow.
"We need to find that pesky Wocky before it's too late!" she cried, startling the Scorchio.
"Miss, please, calm youself..." he ushered, but Connie was already through the door and on the summit of Poogle Race Hill.
Faerieland spread out before her, a vast utopia of beauty and freshness. She surveyed the prism-like crystalline pools, the ancient yet breath-taking structures that made up Faerie City.
Connie knew that somewhere, like an impure stain of Rotten Beetroot on her fur, V the Wocky was making a getaway with his infuriating swagger.
Little did she know that the Poogle Race Disappearances were just the beginning of her bad luck.
Date: Feb 4th
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