Scene-to-Scene Storyline -- (Author) freechris

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Author: freechris
Timestamp: Jul 30, 2019 at 3:51 AM
Content: So I am going to begin an experiment where I will write a scene, as in a part of a story, and encourage user to build onto it, as in picking up where I left off.
I will start off with a plot that I feel is appropriate and interesting and will end on a moment that is suspenseful. The idea is that, in the comments section, a second person, any user, may continue the story from where I left off. And then, a third person may continue where the second person left off, and so on.

In doing this, I ask that everyone please keep to the following rules:
1.) Keep this PG-13 or better, and appropriate. In fact, I encourage a PG standard if possible. Please refer to the "Story Forum Rules" sticky thread for a better scope of what's acceptable.
2.) Each successive writer must continue from the most recent thread. In doing so, he or she must resolve the suspenseful moment in the most recent thread, and then continue the story to end on a new suspenseful moment (Think of the show "Lost" or another favorite).
3.) Each writer may have the characters, either my characters or new ones, wear diapers and what not, provided that we stay PG/PG-13 rated (see Rule#1). My catch, however, is that you must describe that a diaper exists without actually using the word "diaper" or any other obvious word like "change" or "powder." This is, I believe, a way to enhance the reader experience.

As I have said earlier, I will begin with the first scene. Everyone feel free to add to the story (while following to the rules). And I will check back in a couple weeks or so, and take part in this, myself.

So here we go:

Elizabeth was in her early twenties, at 5'6", 30" waist, and long, blond hair down to her hips. She was young and naive, walking down the main walkway of the county carnival to the police officer kiosk, where she would be taking on a particularly interesting assignment.
Inside sat a woman around the same age, at a desk signing paperwork. She was not that much older than Elizabeth and had her dark brown hair in a bun.
"Officer Heather?" Elizabeth ventured.
The woman looked up. Her dark beady eyes, combined with her full police uniform gave Elizabeth a feeling of intimidation, which did not go away when Heather approached her, standing at least six inches shorter than her.
"I'm so glad you made," Officer Heather said, as they shook hands. "We definitely need your help. We have your uniform ready, but we will get to that as soon as you see to Cindy."
Slightly perplexed, Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement. Officer Heather gestured for her to come to the desk and look at what appeared to be pictures. Elizabeth craned her head to have a better look.
"These three girls, about your age, went missing three nights ago," Officer Heather began.
"And what's the context of this?" Elizabeth questioned.
"Well," Officer Heather continued. "Barely anything. They were reported missing since Monday evening. So far, we've found no evidence in or around the park of a struggle or foul play. They were last seen alone together, no one else with them, just outside of the South entrance. However, lately, we've had numerous reports of a dark figure lurking around in the nearby woods. A woman with a black hood, long golden hair, and a sullen face."
"Was she seen near the missing girls on Monday night?"
"No. Of course, we're only going by the reports. But we have a feeling, since she tends to be in this area, and since the girls vanished around the same area, that she may be involved. So we're looking to apprehend her and question her. Not an arrest per say. But more of an investigation."
"And so what's my involvement?"
Officer Heather rose from her chair and walked toward a map of the carnival and its surrounding area, gesturing to it. "You will be walking regular patrols throughout the park, rotating with a team to patrolling the outside of the park on a regular basis, from now until three o' clock tomorrow morning." She then continued with the logistical details of this before finishing with "Any questions?"
And it suddenly occurred to Elizabeth, as she was rehearsing the routine through her head, thinking of everything she would be doing. Something obvious needed to be addressed, but she was rather embarrassed to ask. Nevertheless, she ventured. "Well...not to sound childish. But...are there restrooms here? I haven't seen any so far."
Officer Heather took in a breath and paused for a moment before answering. "Did you see the round purple signs with the white crosses on them?"
"Yes. Now that you mention it."
"Well, those are technically restrooms. But...not the ones you are thinking of."
Elizabeth paused in her tracks. She was now completely and utterly perplexed at what was going on.
Officer Heather nodded to behind Elizabeth. "Cindy. This is Elizabeth. Would you mind...?"
Behind Elizabeth stood a slightly older woman, dressed in scrubs and with red hair in a bun. To Elizabeth, she said, "Follow me."
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Elizabeth emerged from one of the purple and white cross stations after experiencing an extremely awkward, yet strangely comforting moment in her life. The thickness on the lower half of her body was something she had not felt in a very, very long time, not since the earliest moments in her childhood.
She was experiencing a rush of mixed emotions. Admittedly, she felt like a free spirit now. But she also was afraid of how she walked, literally. She was concerned that it would give it away. But, nevertheless, it was required for the assignment, and with the help of pride from wearing her snazzy uniform, she adjusted.
From afternoon to dusk, Elizabeth patrolled the inside and outside of the carnival. The normal activities, the music and the strobing lights of the rides and the gigantic ferris wheel, gave way to no signs of trouble. So, to pass the time, she indulged in riding the rides, as was permitted occasionally on the assignment, as well as the food and drink.
And it was a matter of time before that yielded to consequence. She began to feel the strong urge, which conflicted with the self-conscious feeling of using her new method of relief. She looked around in the hopes of finding a restroom upon incident, but only the purple and white cross kiosks served as the closest resemblance. And, not having used yet, they were no help to her now. After a few moments of desperately and irrationally trying to hold, Elizabeth gathered her resolve and courage, stood in place, and let it happen.
At first, she felt awkward anxiety, but then the rushing warmth and expansion brought her an intense level of relief she had never previously experienced. It was a defining moment for her. She was now part of the team.
As the day went on, all Elizabeth saw were normal activities. Outside the carnival, she got yet another urge and let it release, this time, with greater ease. And then a third one came, which Elizabeth now began to find enjoyable. Back inside the park, she had her share of caramel apples while letting go again and again. True bliss, she thought.
Nightfall came quicker than Elizabeth anticipated, despite it being a long summer day. She was patrolling the outside of the park once again, this time against the moonlight, while the carnival lights and music danced behind her. Suddenly, something moved in the trees beside her. Gasping a little, Elizabeth held the flashlight in the direction of the movement. But nothing revealed itself. Perhaps just the movement of the trees, she thought. After a few moments, her heart rate slowed to normal again, as she continued her patrol.
And then a stick snapped.
Elizabeth whipped around again and held her flashlight to the trees. Up one ran a squirrel. Relieved, Elizabeth put her flashlight down and continued her patrol. Everything seemed normal.
She was nearing the end of her patrol time outside the carnival when another urge hit her. But this time, it was different. She hesitated for a moment, but, realizing that the assignment required this need to be addressed in the same way, she decided to do the business. And very soon, she went to her radio.
"I'll be back in a moment," she said to her new colleagues. "I need a kiosk."
"Understood," replied one of the other officers.
And now to find one of those doggone kiosks, she thought. It was a long trip to the inside of the carnival, and she was beginning to get uncomfortable. But then she spotted one right by the entrance.
That's strange, she thought. I thought all the kiosks were inside the park. But nevertheless, here it was. And she saw it as a miracle. After a few awkward steps, she came to it and crossed the threshold. Inside, the lights were strangely dim. A nurse stood opposite her with her back toward the door.
"Excuse me," started Elizabeth. "I need a little service right now, if you know what I mean."
The nurse turned around. It was the woman with the long golden hair and the sullen face.