TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidI consider myself a connoisseur when it comes to my taste for jiggly things. ;)

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidNo! Don't do that! Your quirkiness is adorable.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidWow! Your otaku level is over 9000! I'm not sure whether to be impressed or concerned. I'm only familiar with the relatively mainstream stuff myself.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidThat's soo moé. +_+

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@Love DoveThat's cool. I'll tell you when the saga of the magic doors concludes.

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As Gilligan peeked his head through the right door, he beheld the most bewildering sight in this dungeon. Perhaps the most bewildering sight in this world. He saw two familiar doors on the other side. But what he saw over on the far door startled him like nothing else.

He spied his own body, leaning through the slightly open far doorway. He could only see the side of his bottom half. Gilligans top half was hidden for it was through the doorway.

Gilligan leapt backwards. The mental shock felt strong enough to be physical. The door slowly swung closed and settled noiselessly back into place. Wow, he thought to himself. Magic is weird.

That door was, something else. Was Gilligan brave enough to go through it? Or did the stairs through the centre door become a more sensible and attractive option? He could always try the left door again, but Gilligan was convinced that he knew the game the left door played.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"Great work Rolo." complimented Mr. Sanderson.

"Thank you sir." he replied. The compliment made him feel embarrassed yet proud. It was always nice to have ones good work given the recognition it deserved. But this particular discipline really cramped his style.

The tiny birdhouse was an endearing little treasure to behold. Built in the traditional German style, it evoked a sense of warmth and old world charm. The paint betrayed neither smudge nor brushstroke. It was so richly and expertly detailed, that one couldn't help but think it crafted by a master craftsman. Truly, it was Rolos proudest achievement yet.

Rolo couldn't decide which was more emabarassing. That he was good at handicrafts or that he enjoyed it more than anything else. If only the fellas found out. He would never hear the end of it. Especially from Switch and Divo. Those guys really steamed his clams at times. Down beneath the boardwalk yesterday afternoon they really let him have it. It was a long time since he last felt that embarrassed. Few are brave enough to laugh at Rolo. Nobody outside the Salt Bay Turbos dared to.

Fortunately, he was the only one out of Switch, Divo, and the boss to take woodworking class. The couple of other members of the Turbos who were also in the class kept their mouths shut, for their own sakes. That way, nobody important bore witness to his more sensitive side.

The metalworking class was completely full. That's the class all the fellas took. Being greasers and all, it was their thing. It was unfortunate that he wasn't there to sign up for the elective classes he wanted that year. He was way too busy eating half a dozen hotdogs he stole from the cafeteria in one of the boys lavatories. Of course, poor Rolo felt left out, but it did give him a chance to make up some funny stories about his time in woodworking class. Mostly though, he told the fellas that he routinely skipped it to have a smoke out the back of the school building. In truth, he attended each class religiously.

The bell rang, signalling the end of period. Rolo perched his birdhouse gingerly onto the display shelf of the woodworking classroom. He may very well be getting his first A ever.

He filed out of the room with the rest of the students, with a slight skip in his step.

A short time later, Rolo noticed a couple of pip squeaks slapping each other around in front of some lockers. He decided to stop in his tracks to see which one would reign triumphant. Such a little scrap filled Rolo with a sense of nostalgia. Plus, he found it fun watching little twerps duke it out.

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@HylozoistI completely agree. I trust in your abilities.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidPerhaps I should be a little less patient myself.

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The limestone door swivelled to the side on its hinges. The doorway opened up to reveal a limestone staircase leading upwards. These stairs look very familiar. Almost too familiar.

Gilligan pondered whether to ascend those stairs. Doing so may very well be a huge waste of time, for they may very well be the stairs he previously descended to get to this confusing dark hall. He considered going through the right door instead. Leaving the dungeon was off the table though, for he was stubborn as a mule. Gilligan didn't know when to quit while he was ahead. It has always been his problem.

So, Gilligan thought to himself, should he proceed up the mysterious staircase or should he go through the right door instead?