Stories by Me...: 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

Monday, July 9, 2012

Alice was born and raised in Moscow, Russia. She used to live alone in a small house until her grandfather, Michael Gehabich, came for her. She went back to living there when he disappeared. She also has an aunt and uncle whom she lived with during her period of hiding from the Brawlers. It is presumed her parents have died so she is home educated by her grandfather, since there are no schools near her house. She is closest toRuno and frequently worries about Dan and Shun.

She can be quite gullible due to her being over trusting of others, shown when she was tricked by Lync. Alice is a natural beauty, but she is not as concerned about her appearance as Julie.

Alice is very polite, often doing errands for others, and rarely chooses to bother others with her problems unless they ask her or it is of the upmost importance to the task at hand for them.

She has always been afraid to play Bakugan, although she knows all the rules, it might be because she always underestimates herself and because she is afraid of losing, which sometimes makes her feel useless. Instead, Alice just gives advice and strategy to the other members of the group. She is pretty good with strategy and knows which abilities and Bakugan to use at a certain time. While some find this to be a nuisance, her advice has actually helped the Brawlers a great deal. Although she plays now, she still struggles with her past history and in both of her losses these feelings somehow contributed to the battle. It is shown that she had grown a little more confident after her battle with Shadow Prove.

Alice is seen as one of the most mature of in the group, the other being Shun, considering they both are the oldest. She hates causing trouble for her friends, and also dislikes it when Dan and Runo fight, because she wants the group to stay together. She can "read" the others' emotions, as shown in episode 28, when she was able to sense that something is wrong with Shun and after he said "No, nothing", she insisted him to tell them because she knew that Shun was lying.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The story...

Chapter I- The trail of icy brambles

I was to be going calling! To Mrs John Ester's house, to be exact. My mother was currently preparing luncheon, for we weren't to go until tea, at 4:oo. Mother had said in her cool, serene voice that I was permitted to frolic outdoors. So there I was, tall hot boots kicked off in the straw.

I'm a farm girl, Adele, that's my name. Although I look quite proper in my Sunday calling dress, a lacy black gown, I'm a farm girl both at mind and heart. On the other hand, there's my 6 year old sister Mary...

I was bored! I tried to interest myself by calling out commands to our black dog, Ominous, a sweet little pup. But as a chirruping squirrel came along, he barked once, twice, and then scampered off to chase it. So I was alone. Mary was playing with Joseph George, the boy in the red farmhouse next door. (I live in a blue 1860's place.) So I was alone. I began to make shapes in the clouds when I heard my mother call from the door, fanning herself with a dark green fan,

“Adele! Fetch the water, if you will! Mrs Ester will be coming to receive this food. Her youngest daughter went missing last week and her husband is still recovering from the war. I'll make some lemonade. Please, Adele!”

I grabbed the tin bucket and ran to the trail to the well. My boots were pulled back on, and buttoned up with an ivory buttonhook, but the boots slid on the leftover ice, and my lacy dress was snatched by the thorns. I ran to the well, and lowered the bucket down. Suddenly, I saw something gleam. I dropped the bucket and saw it fall down. The tourmaline ring was just within my reach.

    The well was very deep and very bricky, and I preferred the ring wouldn’t fall in, so I stepped onto the top of the well and grabbed it, slipping it on. As I got up and ran back through the trail of icy brambles I noticed a green ribbon on the floor. Probably Mary’s, I thought. I tied it onto my hand and ran back to the house to go to lunch and meet Mother. I had forgotten the water. She was mad.

Chapter 2: Mary recognizes the ring

I was seated on a hay bale, waiting for Mary to come home. A few minutes came by and eventually Mary came, too, swinging her sunburnt and rope burned hands and skipping, her mischievious freckled face grinning.

    “Mary! What took you so long?”

It’s hard to be proper with Mary around.

    “ I was swinging on a rope with Joey, but Mother says you shouldn’t prompt me so!”

    “ I will do what I wish, thank you very much!”

    “ Mother also said you won’t be allowed outdoors!”

    “ I know, she told me, but she told me I could go outside if I did my sewing and practiced the piano. I did the piano, and I promised to do my sewing.”

     Mary can be such a fish. We were now walking alongside the big blue barn.

    “ I do feel bad for you, always having to be so proper forever!”

    “ Well, you will start your training in two years!”