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Zerozero204 [2014-05-12 20:49:40 +0000 UTC]

I never did upload the whole pre-edit thing... I only needed to spoof enough to be a set-up for the story. I'd say this would be a beginning third of a short story for which, apologies, I won't get around to finishing. I tried to keep as much of the old-style 1950's era young adventerers stories as I could remember reading when I was in school. So, here's what there is of Toby and the Silver Horseshoes!
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Toby straitened the hair-band holding together her irreparably destroyed pageboy cut. Two months past damaged in a fire-starting incident instrumental in saving Alice, the light-haired girl sitting beside her with a documents folder. The dark blue school uniforms the two were wearing were nearly the same colour as the RAF officer's in the hallway they passed. Toby wondered what sort of punishments were laid down for uniform infractions. The two waited to be called as patiently as schoolchildren could. At least as patient as schoolchildren who were not in trouble.
The two's half-audible whispers were ended in excited hissing when the radarman turned to look directly at them.
They were eventually called in. A thin man with a thinner mustache looked up from the papers he was perusing.
"Toby O'Keefe and Terry Blair?" he repeated. The two girls nodded, though did not answer 'present.'
"Yes, come in. I'd like to thank you two for the recovery of our jeep. I was told you had some-"
Toby pushed Terry forth. Terry waved the folder.
"Yes sir, these papers? Sir?"
"Yes, very good." the officer said, having to use both hands to keep the various forms to remain on his desk.
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Terry excitedly outraced Toby away from the fence. They had each been thanked and been given a small Union Jack pin. Toby was just as pleased, but knew the value of avoiding sprinting.
Terry reached behind her head and straightened the cord of the flattened-bullet necklace that she wore under her blonde locks.
"I'm sure this was all very exciting to you, but I am glad to get out of that raf-base."
Toby rolled her eyes skywards. "I'm sure you'll be begging to be let back in when you find out you gave a folder of your sums instead of the diagrams."
Terry stopped in her tracks.
"Toby." she said, sternly. Visions of black jail cells and angry teachers mixed in her head.
"Kidding. I just needed you to stop so that I could catch up."
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Karen, their scout leader possessed of a constantly sour disposition, shook her head wordlessly. Her blond pigtails bounced off the chair she sat on.
"THANK you, Toby that will be quite enough!"
When the girls had finally settled down she took control of the meeting.
She considered anything less than full attendance to be a waste of her time, and on some occasions a deadly professional insult. Like a bad leader, that caused her to make decisions solely to punish her own troops. Toby's storytelling always annoyed her. That the rest of the Blue Jay scout troops thought that they should listen to such gossip was too much.
Karen outlined the plans, her plans, for the next excursion into the brush lands.
(BJ club meeting)
"Of course, Toby will have to be teamed with Terry again. Perhaps she can keep you from drowning on dry land, Miss O'Keefe?"
Toby glared at Karen. Toby suspected Karen came from a long line of government exactors.
(Toby talking with one of the bj's)
"I have two already. I don't want to be ungrateful, this was given to me by the base commander. Or Officer, I didn't question him. But I do have two already..."
Alice gasped. She took the small Union Jack pin with a wide smile as some of the other girls crowded over her shoulders to see.
Karen sighed at the chattering laughter. If the scout troupe hadn't been called Blue Jays to begin with she would have suggested it's change by now.
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Karen looked out over the landscape. Trees, old tall trees and a wide trail through them.
The countryside was well known to have been occupied by in the 1600's by the soldiery for various purposes. After throwing off a French invasion of the countryside, with difficulty, it was home to a constantly downgraded military base. There was a swamp in the area, the fault of some geological trick. More recently, the area had been bombed in the Great War. Since then it had been the home of local animals, and the occasional gardener. The marshland could grow very few types of plants, but there were local horticulturists who knew the price of the land would increase if anyone found out something useful to do with it.
Such a noble and purposeful cause as the defense of King and Country was well enough to fix Karen's attentions, and therefore the travel itinerary of her scout troupe.
Margret let out a wordless groan. "We've _been_ here!" she protested.
"Well that's because we're going to the other side of this area."
The troope marched along. Karen couldn't help but noticing that Alice fiddled with the Union Jack pin on her dark blue uniform.
(more detail about the bj's- purpose, friendships, etc)
"Alright, my flock of Robins! We're now going to spread out and cataloge every fencepost in the area. Each team will get a map and a pencil. Be accurate!"
Near the back, Sarah raised her hand.
(asks question that innocently makes light/fun of Karen's purpose)
There was a chorus of agreement.
Karen put her face in her hands. She should have joined the Blackcaps.
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Toby and Terry wandered along the trail towards their objective, with paper in hand. They had left the forested area behind and were meandering along the hillocks. The low areas were softer then she was fully comfortable with even if Terry gave them no heed. Toby put her arms out for balance. The ground under her foot curled around her shoes, but after that initial give was still solid underfoot.
A hiss from Terry drew Toby's attentions back up. A horse, white and unsaddled trotted across the dark ground. They stood watching as the horse galloped off the trail and over the rise. His horseshoes glinted with every step.
Terry wondered aloud as to who owned the horse.
Toby replied. "What I would like to know is, if the trail is so muddy, then why are _his_ shoes so clean?"
"That is a very good point." replied Terry sagely.
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TobyRobin [2014-05-12 04:24:53 +0000 UTC]

O. M. G. !!  I *just* found this!  What a HUGE surprise!  I feel so special that you've done this.  A grateful tip of the plaid beanie to you!   

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MarcosBnPinto [2014-03-11 23:00:25 +0000 UTC]

Reading the text now!

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