America and the Jersey Devil. Because while his daddy's mythological creatures are more well known, America has quite the collection of strange creatures of his own. This is one.
All Leads Lead to the Leed's Devil [1/?]
anonymous
May 21 2009, 03:01:18 UTC
First, I am sooo sorry for the wait. I thought I'd have time to work on this but not only did my previous idea do a complete turn around on me, but life got a helluva lot busier than I thought it would. So here's the first bit to tide you over and prove that I am working on it, and that it's not forgotten. Second, this takes place during the Week of Terror aka the week of January 18 1909. Enjoy :)America did not believe in the supernatural. Sure, he had heard stories from England when he was but a colony, not to mention the whispers among the other inhabitants of his land, but to him they were always just that…just stories. He grew older, the stories lost their magic, and when he realized that England honestly believed that there was such a thing as magic, and seriously believed he saw fairies and other supernatural beings, America just chalked it up to his care taker being slightly (ok, maybe a little more than slightly) off his rocker due to years of constant civil war. Regardless of America’s views, England tried again and again
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All Leads Lead to the Leed's Devil [2/4 probably]
anonymous
May 22 2009, 23:07:57 UTC
January 19, 1909America had gotten very little sleep the previous night. He had plans to stay at an Inn in Burlington before setting out on a trail to search for the supposed Jersey Devil, but word of mouth woke him at 4 in the morning saying that there had been a sighting in Gloucester County. Apparently the beast had stood on top of a couple’s shed for a good ten minutes before being scared off by the wife saying ‘Shoo.’ Quick as a flash America was out of bed and heading towards Gloucester where he met up with up with two perplexed men
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All Leads Lead to the Leed's Devil [3/4]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 03:07:46 UTC
January 20, 1909America let out a sigh before taking a sip of coffee. Once again, there had been many reported sightings, and this time, America happened to be around in time to join a search party in Haddonfield. They spent all day and a good portion of the evening following tracks that kept disappearing into thin air. Someone claimed to have spotted the beast heading north towards Moorestown, but by the time he had gotten the attention of the rest of the party, there was nothing there. All in all, it had been a pointless waste of a day, and America had been looking forward to getting drunk with the locals and laughing away the cold and the perpetual hysteria. Of course, he hadn’t expected this to be a dry borough, nor did he expect most of the townspeople staying inside their homes because there was a devil out there. As far as America was concerned, mysterious though the tracks were, his people were getting riled up over nothing. With another sigh, America placed money on the table before leaving. The constant moving was getting a
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All Leads Lead to the Leed's Devil [4/4]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 03:12:16 UTC
A Couple of Weeks Later
“Mr. Kirkland, sir?” England looked up at the door where one of the newer secretaries stood.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I have a letter for you, sir, from a Mr. Jones.”
England let out a bark of laughter. “I thought I told you to chuck any letters from any Mr. Jones.”
“Well, you did, sir, but Mr. Jones sent to letters. One addressed to you, and one addressed to, and I quote, ‘the unlucky sap who has to give Artie his mail’ and it asked that we make sure you get this letter and implore you to read it. He claims it is a matter of national importance.”
England sighed. That ex-colony of his could be annoying at times. “Fine. Let me have the letter, then.” The letter was pressed into his hand and, as quickly as he could, the ‘unlucky sap’ was out the door.
As he opened the letter, England expected it to be full of America’s so-called heroic rambling and going on and on about how awesome he was. What he didn’t expect was the shaky handwriting that reminded him of a scared child’s.
America and the Jersey Devil. Because while his daddy's mythological creatures are more well known, America has quite the collection of strange creatures of his own. This is one.
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Second, this takes place during the Week of Terror aka the week of January 18 1909. Enjoy :)America did not believe in the supernatural. Sure, he had heard stories from England when he was but a colony, not to mention the whispers among the other inhabitants of his land, but to him they were always just that…just stories. He grew older, the stories lost their magic, and when he realized that England honestly believed that there was such a thing as magic, and seriously believed he saw fairies and other supernatural beings, America just chalked it up to his care taker being slightly (ok, maybe a little more than slightly) off his rocker due to years of constant civil war. Regardless of America’s views, England tried again and again ( ... )
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“Mr. Kirkland, sir?” England looked up at the door where one of the newer secretaries stood.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I have a letter for you, sir, from a Mr. Jones.”
England let out a bark of laughter. “I thought I told you to chuck any letters from any Mr. Jones.”
“Well, you did, sir, but Mr. Jones sent to letters. One addressed to you, and one addressed to, and I quote, ‘the unlucky sap who has to give Artie his mail’ and it asked that we make sure you get this letter and implore you to read it. He claims it is a matter of national importance.”
England sighed. That ex-colony of his could be annoying at times. “Fine. Let me have the letter, then.” The letter was pressed into his hand and, as quickly as he could, the ‘unlucky sap’ was out the door.
As he opened the letter, England expected it to be full of America’s so-called heroic rambling and going on and on about how awesome he was. What he didn’t expect was the shaky handwriting that reminded him of a scared child’s.
“January 22, 2009. Dear England. ( ... )
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