Title: Destination Anywhere

Author: Cristina (LacedNBlue) and four others

Rating: PG13 and R

Genre: Romance and Adventure

Disclaimer: This is all my idea so please don't take it! The characters aren't all mine but they are from my co-authors so please don't take those either. Thank you.

Preview: “Ladies and gentlemen,” the principle announces, “I am proud to give you the class of two-thousand and four!”

The crowd stands and applause as we, the graduates, stand up and cheer with happieness. I turn and look around. Everyone is hugging each other. Smiling I walk out of the hustle and stand off to the side of the football field waiting for my friends.

“Nychole!” I hear my name being called out.

I turn and face my friends as they run towards me. I grin and hug them all.

“We did it guys!” I smile at them. “Come on! Let’s get out of here and find our parents.”

We walk off the field and over to our cars where our parents are waiting for us. We hug and take countless pictures before going back to my house and begin partying.


Searching for: Four other girls/authors.

Now, I need the following from you:

Name:

Age (between 17 - 19):

Personality Description (detailed):

Physical Description: Hair & Eye Color:
Height:
Body Type:
Scars (description & location):
Tattoos (description & location if any ):
Piercing (description & location if any):
Other jewelry worn (besides piercings):
Clothing Style:

Your likes and dislikes. (You can go from your taste in music to what turns you off/on in a person.):

Person you would like to portray you:

A small continuation of what you would write after the prologue (as far as a chapter one goes):

A message you would write to your four other friends on the back of your senior picture (must make reference to the trip they are taking...aka Destination Anywhere):

List four things you would like to find in a scavenge hunt book (think road trip things):

Your real name:

Already taken:

Name: Nychole Applegate
Age: 18
Person to portray: Sophia Bush

If I think of anything else and you've posted I will PM you. Thank you for your interest

I'll come back and fill the rest of this out!

Pssssst, everything's the same as in SSS.

Person you would like to portray you:[/b] Natalie Portman

A small continuation of what you would write after the prologue (as far as a chapter one goes):

"Oh God, what is SHE doing here?" was the first thing that Antigone heard walking into the venue of the party. It wasn't as she had expected it to be, and the colloquial slang being thrown about the place reminded her of her extended family who lived in Malibu.

She had been invited, and she wondered why some people stared at her like she was the plague or would infect everybody with some sort of flesh eating disease. Embarrassment made her self esteem drop and she tugged on the candy pink cartigan she wore over her white camisole.

Antigone searched for her friend Nychole, knowing that once everybody knew she was her friend that everything would be fine and they would stop staring at her like that. She had brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, scrubbed her face. Nothing was wrong with her, or was there?

"Call 555 - we don't care, moron!" came a girl's voice from the kitchen, as a boy she knew tried to find a suitable retort. Antigone giggled slightly and soon found the eyes were now on the teenage boy who couldn't defend himself with his wit. She relaxed a little and tried to enjoy everything before spotting Nychole and bounding off towards her.

"NYCOLON!" she cried out, using the dreaded nickname her friend had often smacked her arm for. Nychole rolled her eyes at being called this but hugged Antigone all the same.

"Glad you're here," she said with a smile and Antigone nodded a little.

"No one else is," she snorted, and proceeded to follow the host to the kitchen.

A message you would write to your four other friends on the back of your senior picture (must make reference to the trip they are taking...aka Destination Anywhere): "Can't wait till Graceland chickas!"

List four things you would like to find in a scavenge hunt book (think road trip things): sugar packets from the local diner, one of those elvis' that you stick on your windshield and they shake, a novelty map of Taco bell outlets for a joke, massive elvis sunglasses.

Your real name: Patricia

:heartbeat: Pat

Name: Charlotte Rose Cooke

Age (between 17 - 19): 17, birthday's in September

[you have these in SSS methinks]

A small continuation of what you would write after the prologue (as far as a chapter one goes):
A couple hours after graduation, we had all been settled well into Nychole's graduation party, and I was swaying slightly to the music. They'd finally brought out Queen. "Bicycle" has got to be the best song ever written, in my opinion. My swaying - some would consider it dancing but what do they know? - was put to an abrupt stop when I started flying through the air.

Unfortunately, gravity won and I was finally brought down. But I didn't fall! The flying had been from my best friend, Rupert, swinging me through the air and me landing in his arms, recieving a tight hug. I returned the embrace, "We made it, Rupe!"

"Damn straight, Charlie! You promise you won't forget me when you go off to your university after that road trip?"

"Blasphemy, I tell you!" I replied, making him chuckle.

He leaned in to kiss my forehead, "See ya, kid."

"Bye."

I sighed as I watched him walk over to where his girlfriend was waiting. My name is Charlotte Rose Cooke and I'm in love with my best friend.

A message you would write to your four other friends on the back of your senior picture (must make reference to the trip they are taking...aka Destination Anywhere):
Can you say hello Times Square? The Naked Cowboy's waiting for us, darling!

List four things you would like to find in a scavenge hunt book (think road trip things): something with "I *heart* NY" on it, a "Virginia's for lovers" something, something Disney and something from a Southern general store.

Your real name: Samantha, Sam, Samma, Sammi/y

Oooh, this sounds interesting. :shine: You have most of my info from the cast call I just answered for you, lol, but there are some changes.

Name: Beth O'Malley

Age: 19

A small continuation of what you would write after the prologue (as far as a chapter one goes):

Welcome to Nowheresville, USA. Fortunately, we just graduated and are getting the heck out of here. And now, we're going to party like it's 1999...I mean, 2005.

The party was a hit, of course, Nychole had to be the most excited of the group because she went straight for the kareoke machine.

"C'mon guys, let's get this party going!" she exclaimed brightly, flipping it to begin playing "School's Out For Summer" by Alice Cooper. "Beth, you have to sing this with me!"

I swallowed lightly and clung desperately to my place in the corner chair.
"No way, I can't sing...I'll er...be the moral support, ok?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Aww, Beth, you're no fun!"

A message you would write to your four other friends on the back of your senior picture (must make reference to the trip they are taking...aka Destination Anywhere): "To wherever the wind may take us!"
(haha, lame Muppet Treasure Island reference, what can I say, she's a movie nut)

List four things you would like to find in a scavenge hunt book (think road trip things): The world's largest ball of twine, a hot hitchhiker, a possum (a live one mind you), and an alpaca farm.

...and you know my real name, haha.

*raises an eyebrow* Rupert... Everett? :laugh: *sniggers* What? He's everywhere! hehehehe...

Well, since everything I post in this sub-forum is purple, I figure, 'Why break with tradition?' :lol:

I'm soooooooo totally up for this. Me and Sam are (hopefully) planning a roadtrip for later, and this would be awesome. Hehe! ^_^

Name: Diana Meave Finnegan (Di for short. [written as D])

Age: 18

Personality Description: Owns a snake and a tarantula. 'Nuff said? lol, jk. Umm...a little shy at first, but I warm to most people rather quickly. Most. Not all. I can be horribly spiteful, catty, mean, etc., but only if you give me good reason to be. Very cynical (especially about love and all that relates to it), I can be really cold and distant towards others. I act a little haughty when I'm uncomfortable. I am extremely loyal to friends, and would do just about anything to make them feel better. I'm kinda a dreamer, and I write. Constantly (Probably a good reason for me to be here, eh? lol). Honestly, I can be a little judgemental. Most of the time, I'll be able to change my mind, but sometimes there's just some little thing that will get under my skin, and I won't be able to justify my feelings about someone, I just won't like them. My natural defense mechanism is scorn. I can be so bitchy if there's something about you that I don't like, no matter what it is. Especially if it's something that I can't explain. I find it really hard to forgive and forget. My best friend in third grade told the boy I had a crush on that I liked him, and I haven't talked to her since. If someone fails to keep a secret of mine, I will probably never forgive you. I am a very vengeful person. I swear a lot. Like, all the time. I sound like a freaking sailor. It's kinda fun, actually. Also, it's really hard to get me drunk. I'm Scottish and Irish, and I have the constitution of a rock. It's ridiculous. hehe. I bite my nails a little, so I cut them really short in order to prevent that (it doesn't really help all that much). I sing. All the time. My friends say it's really annoying, but I'm always humming part of a tune or whatever. I drum a lot (I'm a percussionist), on tables, books, other people, whatever. I fiddle with things. If I'm wearing a skirt, I'm always playing with the seams and the hems and stuff. I also fidget. I think I have Nervous Leg Syndrome. I'm always in motion; I can't stay still for long periods of time. Because I'm so short, I wear heels a lot, and that makes my feet hurt, so I take them off and walk around barefoot for a while before going on with my day.

Physical Description
Hair & Eye Color: Medium length light stawberry blonde hair (more blonde than red), wide set green eyes.
Height: Five foot one
Body Type: CURVY
Scars: A diagonal scar on the right side of my neck (from surgery), looks kinda like a snake.
Tattoos: "There were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven" on left shoulder.
Piercings: Labret, left nose, right eyebrow, lots in ears. Debating a tongue ring.
Other jewelry worn: A claddagh ring on my right middle finger, other rings all over (all silver). General other jewlery. I have rectangular glasses...
Clothing Style: Basically, whatever I can find at the thrift shop. I love going to thrift shops, I can find whatever I want to wear at that moment. I suppose my style is a little bit of everything. I don't really buy into a stereotype, I just buy what I think looks nice, not what's fashionable. I wear a lot of heavy metal shirts. Bands like Dimmu Borgir, Sonata Arctica, Stratovarius, Blind Guardian, Pantera, Savage Garden, etc. I'm currently going through the loss of a dear friend. I've given up on the whole wear-all-black thing, so I wear a black armband around my left bicep.
Makeup: Lots of eyeliner, but not so much that I look emo. Regular pressed puder/foundation, etc. Chapstick/lip balm, not really any lip gloss. Black mascara, gold/brown eyeshadow.

Your likes and dislikes: Hmmm...let's see. I love classical music, especially that of the Baroque era. It just makes sense to me (I'm one of those annoying people to whom music is instinctive)! I also really like to listen to Irish/Scottish music, Clannad and Steeleye Span, for example. I love (love love love) sappy romance movies, they get me every time. I like cats and big dogs. I LOVE the smell of the ground right after it rains. I love to read, it's a total passion for me. I really like tea (unsweetened, with milk), and coffee is only okay after I pull an all-nighter. BEATLES=LOVE!!! They are amazingly amazing. I have always wanted to go skydiving, I guess it's because I like the thrill of adreneline you get right before doing something dangerous. Roller coasters. I like to dance in social situations, and salsa is WAY cool. I hate sincere people. Or should I say: falsely sincere people. People who gush when you can tell that they don't care. People who don't seem to understand that when you do the "Suddenly-Look-Away-As-If-You-Heard-Someone-Call-Your-Name-And-Then-Leave" trick, it means you don't want to talk to them, and try to continue the conversation while you are walking away. The dirty kind of scruffy. Early mornings. Breaking the heel of my shoe. Having to work on projects that really don't interest me at all. People who judge people before they get a chance to know them, and won't change their minds afterwards.
Song(s): I don't really have one single favourite song (except Bloodhound Gang's "Bad Touch" omg funniest song ever) ...I tend to go for bands. Anything by some obscure Finnish heavy metal band (see Style). Stone Temple Pilots. Chumbawamba. Jason Mraz. Disturbed. JACK JOHNSON (omg, ohrgasmic). Ozzy Osbourne. Jackson 5. Guns 'N' Roses. Slipknot. Natasha Bedingfield. Kamelot. Flogging Molly. Dropkick Murphies. Motion City Soundrack. the Click 5. Fall Out Boy.
Food: Indian food is awesome. I don't really have a favourite dish...
Colour: blue or green
Movie: Down with Love
Book: Lord of the Rings
Magazine: Cosmopolitan, the Economist, Time. I also like newspapers, the Washington Post in particular (I live in DC, it makes sense).
Drink: Pina Colada, Marguerita, Long Island ice tea, Martini. I hate beer. It's so nasty. Ugh. Smirnoff Twisters. Tequila.

Person you would like to portray you: Reese Witherspoon

A small continuation of what you would write after the prologue: I weave my way through the crowd of people crammed into Nychole's tiny house. I had no idea we could possibly fit this many people here. Did I even know these kids? I thought Nychole had just invited our closest friends for a night of lounging around, listening to loud music, pigging out on food, watching a few movies, chillin' in her hot tub, and maybe a little dancing. She neglected to mention the fact that we would probably drink when she asked her parents if it would be okay if we could have free range of their house tonight. They were out with a group of friends, and had already arranged to have a grow-up-sleepover. Weirdos.

I pass two kids tongue wrestling on Nychole's couch, and the girl (who was on top) pulls away just long enough to help her new friend take off her shirt.

"Hey! Hey! You keep that thing on, young lady!" I shout to her, and she looks up at me, bemused. I motion to her half-off top. She looks down, blushes, then looks back at her makeout buddy. A look of abject horror passes over her features. "Oh my god! You aren't Brian! Do I even know you?" She quickly pushes herself off him, grabbed her beer, and made her way unsteadily through the crowd. The boy gave me a glare of pure hatred before someone pushed my aside. It was the school's star quarterback, Brian something. Was that the same guy that girl had been talking about? Apparently, he was. He grabbed his unfortunate vitcim by the collar of his shirt, pulled him out of his chair, and punched him. Hard. He puked on the carpet. So disgusting. I jump back quickly, his vamit narrowly missing my bare feet.

"Oh, that is so sick!" I cry, then make up my mind to do something that I probably would never ever do if I wasn't a little tipsy. I find my purse, grab my rape whistle, clamber onto the arm of the couch, and blow into that stupid thing as hard as I can.

All conversation stopped, the only sound was the stereo blaring in the corner. Someone quickly reached to turn it down.

"Right!" I shout. "That is it! Everybody out, this party is officially over!"

When people didn't move as fast as I want them to, I blew again. "Damn it, if you fools don't get out of here by the time I count to ten, I'm locking all the doors and calling the cops!"

I laughed. That threat certainly worked. I never knew drunk people could move that fast without causing any casualties. Everyone was grabbing coats, purses, shoes, whatever they could get their hands on. I was monitoring their progress as best as I could to make sure that no one stole anything of Nychole's or actually did any damage to themselves or their surroundings, but it was hard to really see what was going on. Hah. Serves them right.

When the figurative dust had settled, I jumped down off the couch and went out to the backyard. Sure enough, there was our crowd, trying to hide behind the trees and bushes.

"It's ok guys, you can come out! The locusts have left!" I shout, grinning as all my friends pop up like the bad guys in a low-budget horror movie. As they troop past me, Andy slings his arm over my shoulder, ruffling my hair. I hate it when he does that. And he knows it too. Bastard. I duck out from under his arm, quickly patting down my hair, giving him a dirty look befor I dash in front of him, catching up to Nychole.

"C'mon," I say, linking my arm with hers. "I've exorcised the demons, let's get out the maps and plan our roadtrip." She looks at me, her obvious relief at finding her house empty and undamaged obvious on her face.

She kisses me on the cheek. "You're the best, Di."

(Sorry it's kinda long, but I can't help it! :blush: )

A message you would write to your four other friends on the back of your senior picture: 'Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing, but here comes the music...' Keep singing, and everytime you do, think of me and smile. This summer is going to be so amazing, I can't even begin to describe it. And you know that's tough for me. I love you!!! <3: D

List four things you would like to find in a scavenge hunt book: Pictures of weird road signs (colloquial phrases that don't make sense to out-of-towners, but the locals get just fine), a rock shaped like Lincoln's head, brochure from a cool local landmark, a recipie for the special from a local diner, complete with food splotches.

Your real name: Fiona

This is now closed....I'll post the results in a few....Pat if you have to finish your stuff still ((minus what I already have at the cast call for SSS)), finish it so I can post the results. *smiles* thanks guys!

And no worries Fiona! That was amazing....I was laughing for a while there....hehehehehe

Awww... Thanks! :blush: I got the idea for the stampede from this online comic, LOSERZ, the link is the comic that made me laugh for about an hour. Best thing ever, I seriously love this guy. :hug: Haha. Oh well. It's only funny because it's true. :wacko:

Haha. I love those comics.

You are such a STALKER!!! <_< I really like that icon. :)

What can I say? You're just too cool! :hug: :heartbeat:

PS, I've edited my info, I've decided today that I feel like being a Diana, not a Maeve, although, maybe it'll be my middle name. ^_^

Haha, this is me being indecisive. :wacko:

Okay, so there are a few more changes to my info. :blush:

Scars: No longer on the side of my neck, instead, right along the larynx, due to a tracheotomy (sometimes known as a tracheostomy) when I inhaled gum during chorus, and was unable to get it out of my windpipe.

Quote: Since the first one is so long, I've decided to change it to something a little more manegable. "What is past is prologue." --William Shakespeare OR "The man who sees both sides of a problem sees absolutely nothing at all." --Oscar Wilde.

Yeah, that's about it. Thanks Cris! :heartbeat:

hehehehe well, we'll see what turns out in the banners. *winks* I know I didn't post it earlier, because I was waiting for the banners, but yeah...all four of you are in! w00t w00t! I was looking four four girls so it works out well. I'll be PMing all of you guys within a few minutes with what I had of the story at EWFN so can get a feel for where we were taking it over there and if you have any ideas or suggestions or anything just tell me! Another thing...do all of you have AIM? I know Licia does, and so do I...to see if we can all try...*bites lip*...to get on one night or whatnot and discuss it...otherwise PMs will do :P