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Creative writing...
Ookies...this page gives YOU the reader of this officially unofficial Hugh Riminton site to actually be a part of writing a story! What happens is I will start the story off with one sentence...and then someone else (ie YOU) will continue the story. You can write a sentence, a paragraph...whatever! Bonus points for any references to bananas or monkeys.
I guess I had better put a warning here that anything anyone writes and gets published here is fiction and not based on any real life events *sigh*. If I get heaps of good responses I might make them into a few stories so that no one misses out on the fun so to speak. Ah yeah...and kids (especially my housemates *cough*) - keep it clean (ish) - thanks ;)
Here's the story so far ! The name of who writes each section will be in brackets at the start of the segment they wrote. :
[epod] It was Epods first day of work experience at Channel Nine in Sydney. [Naomi] She approached an office where a handsome guy was sitting behind the desk. She said "Hi, Im Epod. I'm here for work experience". He said "I dont remember any memos about work experience students this week. By the way I'm Tim Bailey".
[Nick] Epod was confused because she thought this man was cute, he obviously wasn't. Something strange had been going on since she entered the studios. Everything seemed to be going right, but she knew that NOTHING in Channel 9 was right.
[Claire] Tim arose from his chair, placed a banana peel in the garbage bin beside his desk and moved towards the young person in front of him. He outstretched his hand to Epod who grasped it and shook it gently. Tim added "I've got a few minutes to spare, I could give you a quick tour of the place if you like?"
[Cyborgsnail] At this point Epod had a drawn a complete mind blank. She tried to remember who he was. The name sounded familiar but because she doesn't watch much TV and had no idea who he was, Epod just said 'Nice to meet you,' in a pleasant voice.
[Nick] Tim smirked, everything was going to plan so far. Channel 9 had decided to take over the world. After the demise of Darryl Sommers and Rove, they needed someone new and talented, and Epod was the person to take the job. It was planned to have Epod brainwashed and already it was working. Everyone in the Channel 9 studios agreed on this, except one man who stood alone, he would not let a young girl be brain washed like this, this man was...Hugh Riminton.
[Naomi] Epod suddenly remembered why she had decided to do work experience at Channel 9. It was because she has had a secret crush on this nerdy looking news reporter for years and she had always really wanted to meet him. [epod] Yes, meeting Tim Bailey was definately a dream come true.
[Renee] Epod quickly composed herself, smoothed out the creases in her new fuschia newsreader wannabe powersuit, and turned her painted face back towards the man who had introduced himself as "Tim". "A tour of the studio sounds wonderful" she said, suddenly excited at the possibility of meeting her hero Hugh.
Clumsily she tailed Tim down the brightly lit corridor, suddenly intimidated by the smartly dressed people who passed her, seemingly preoccupied by matters of great importance. She nervously attempted to make conversation with Tim.
"Err,...so, what do you think of the weather lately"
[epod] Tim turned towards Epod, lowered his voice and looked into her eyes and said "Do you know the extent of your charisma?". Epod shot a confused glance at Tim who shrugged and said "I guess not", as she continued walking down the hallway by his side. She knew that she had heard that line before but she just couldn't remember when or where or who it was that had said it to her.
[Renee] After what seemed to be an eternal labyrinth of corridors, Tim abruptly halted. "You'll find Hugh in there", motioning to what appeared to be a modest sized office. A shiny foil star hung proudly on the centre of the door, and Epod thought that she could hear oriental music softly tinkering from inside.
She put her ear to the door. Above the soft chimes she instantly recognised Hugh's voice. He was reciting some kind of poem.
"In the autumn fields
The butterflies in Epod's stomach peaked & she quickly stepped back from the door, turning her attention back to Tim.
"Um,...thanks for your help. I'll take it from here."
[epod] Tim glanced at Epod with a look of concern and said, "Well...I guess you know what you're doing...", before he disappeared hastily down the Channel Nine corridor.
[Ange] Epod spent a moment to regain her composure, before she mustered up the courage to knock on the door. "Come in," called the voice on the other end of the door. Epod took a deep breath and opened the door. And there he was!
"Hello Mr Riminton", she said nervously, "It's nice to finally meet you."
"Yes, same," he said. "Welcome Epod, I've been expecting you. Did you find my office okay? Even I forget how to get here sometimes."
"Well...eventually, but it took me a while," said Epod. "Tim Bailey helped me. I think he had the map upside down. He's a nice guy, but I think there's a good reason why you're reading the news and he's not." They both laughed, before an awkward silence. Not good. Epod stared at her shoes nervously. She had to think of something to say quickly...
"That was a nice poem you were writing there, who's it for?"
[epod] Suddenly, before Hugh could answer, two burly Channel Nine security guards appeared and said "It's time to go, Epod".
Epod raised her eyebrow and looked up at the security guards who now had a secure grip on both of her arms.
"Okay, I'll leave", said Epod looking at Hugh, "But...before I do, I would appreciate if I could have what I came here for in the first place".
"And what was that?", smirked one of the security guards.
"I believe that this may be what she's referring to", said Hugh, who winked, and handed Epod a signed, framed Ray Martin photo.
Epod broke into a huge grin and was then promptly escorted out of Hugh's office cuddling her now most prized possession, a photo of Ray Martin!
[Aemilia] Epod felt the grip of the security guards tighten on her (thankfully) crush-proof fuschia suit. They steered her down through the labyrinthine corridors, but if at other times that might have been humiliating, it seemed not to be so now.
So many images.. had Tim Bailey really hit on her? and what was he doing there anyway - wasn't he normally at Channel Ten? Furthermore, there was the mystery of Hugh's taste in poetry. His interest in studying haiku in the original Japanese was well-known, but what was that tripe?
And then there was the signed photo of Ray Martin.
She gazed down at the photograph, tilting it with some difficulty, as the guards had both her arms above the elbow. It was the standard cheesecake publicity shot. The gap-toothed smile, the bulletproof hair, darker than seemed natural in a man of 57.. the twinkling eyes... but wait! The eyes really were twinkling. It was hard to be sure in the bouncing movement of her passage up the corridor, but was that a cheery wink? What on earth was this photograph?
"Strewth," thought Epod, somehow automatically slipping into the blokey Channel 9 idiom, "I've heard about the magic of television, but this is downright spooky."
Epod peered more closely again at the photograph. Were those famous Ray Martin lips moving?
"Hello, Epod," said the photograph, in the familiar laughing-warm tones of Mr Australia himself. "Welcome to the trip of your life.."
[Epod] Epod looked at the photo with confusion, trying to remember if she took her medication before setting off for work experience earlier that day. The guards certainly did not seem to hear what Ray said, maybe it was just all in her mind?
Epod glanced at the photo again, and could have sworn that Ray winked at her. Then again, maybe it was just the glare from the bright lights that seemed to be all around?
Suddenly Epod heard someone running up the corridor behind where she was walking with the guards.
Soon after, a loud voice bellowed, "Crikey! Have a look at this one! Isn't it cute!"
Epods confusion grew when a khaki clad Steve Irwin bounded into view. What on earth was Steve Irwin doing at Channel 9? Steve motioned to the security guards to let go of Epod, and said, "This ones endangered, I'm taking it back to my home at Australia Zoo to live with me".
"But Steve, what are you talking about, since when have I been an endangered species?", asked Epod.
"Crikey!" said Steve shaking his head, "I wasnt talking about you, I was talking about Ray! Hair like that is endangered in these parts. You can't just find hair like that anywhere!"
Epod was feeling safer having the guards by her side as she really didnt want to give away her treasured Ray Martin photograph. She glanced at the guards hoping they would help.
Steve lunged at Epod, unsuccessfully trying to grab the photo. With this, the security guards both let out terrified squeals and started to run away, leaving Epod alone with Steve!
Epod was left terrified not knowing what to do next. Then, Mr Hugh appeared, strolling confidently down the corridor towards Steve.
"Steve, what seems to be the problem?", asked Hugh.
"I want the Ray Martin photo!", said Steve.
"I'm sorry, but even Epod isn't supposed to have that photo", replied Hugh.
"Why not?", quizzed Epod.
"Well, that was why I've been looking for you", explained Hugh. "See, in all the excitement, I gave you the wrong thing. That photo is actually for my mum who is a huge Ray Martin fan".
"Oh", said Epod, frowning.
"But", said Mr Hugh who handed Epod a piece of paper, "This was what was meant for you".
Epod smiled as she read from a piece of paper that Mr Hugh gave her.
"In the autumn fields
Her smile quickly turned to disappointment when she went on to read, "With love from Tim Bailey".
[Mocca Linsey] She looked up and thanked Hugh for the upsetting paper, then stormed down
the hall. She made her way up to where Tim worked. He was there working on
the computer. Tim looked up, giving her a cheeky smile. She smirked and gave him
the evil eye. He then knew that she had got the poem. He told her that he had to go
to the bathroom, and that she may sit down and wait until he was to return.
In
the what felt like hours he had been gone, she sat bored as at his computer desk.
She looked at the documents minimised at the bottom of his desktop. When she
opened them, there was an email addressed to.....
"Ohhh, the rat!", she said in her head. The message was addressed to another one of
the workers in the building. In fact that person was a very attractive woman that
it may seemed that he had his eye on. She sat slyly in the chair, ready to pounce
on him when he came back. Which he didn't, so she left, and then she found him....
Please add whatever you would like to it in the form below and send it to me. I will get back to you when (and if) I publish it - thanks!
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