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Age: 14
Gender: female
Year: 2082
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"And you're still wearing Converse..." Alexis said, looking down at her light blue Converse shoes. Pixel shrugged. "They're always popular."
Personality: Pixel is the classic young teen of her time period. While her best friend, Elijah, would probably be the most interested-in-the-past person she knows and most likely to invent time travel, Pixel still finds the idea an interesting one. So, when she travels back in time right in the middle of her very important sitting-and-listening-to-music-on-her-bed-time, she isn't all entirely surprised to have found she traveled back in time.
History: Pixel grew up with four brothers, Flynn, Calix, Eero, and Mirco. The oldest, Flynn, is now 17 and has nothing to do with Pixel. She ignores him right back. Calix and Eero are twins, and only a year older than her, while Mirco is eight right now and has everything to do with his big sister, he loves her. Pixel mostly gets through her days with Elijah and Lysa, who had strangely similar names, but somehow no one had ever noticed. They liked hanging out at the Diner and chatting and sipping milkshakes.
Family: Mother, Tariha ; Father, Cyrus ; Brother, Flynn ; Brother, Calix ; Brother, Eero ; Brother, Mirco
Friends: Elijah Winters ; Lysa Ryker
Pets: Tilly (ROBOdog™)
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Age: 14
Gender: female
Year: 1892
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Personality: Emily is a proper, polite young lady - as she should be - as any young girl of her time was. When Alexis accidentally transported her, she was right in the middle of serving her visiting aunt some tea and cookies, so that was why she was all dressed up. Emily frequently uses big words and phrases that Alexis mostly ignores, but Pixel goes crazy trying to shut her up.
History: Emily Abbott was born to Elizabeth and Charles Abbott, as the third child. He eldest sister, Margaret, is 18, and acting like a proper young adult lady already, as Michael, who's only two years younger than her. After giving a hard birth to Emily, Elizabeth swore never to have another child, and so far that has been kept up. The family did get a cat, however, for young Emily to play with, and Winston and her spend a lot of time together, with her siblings all grown up.
Family: Mother, Elizabeth ; Father, Charles ; Sister, Margaret ; Brother, Michael
Friends: Rose Oliver
Pets: Cat, Winston
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Gender: female
Year: 2015
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"Em! Em, hurry up! We'll be late, and you know how Schoolmaster hates stragglers!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming - it's-just-this-stupid-"
"Emily! Your language!" Rose called, alarmed, putting a dainty hand her to mouth.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't get this on. It's too tight!" Emily growled at herself, and at the foot of the stairs Rose gave a little jump. "Oh, darn it all..."
After only a little while longer, Emily Abbott came tripping down the stairs, nearly purple in the face.
Rose giggled. "You look so funny! But are you alright?"
"I'm fine, let's just go," Emily said as best she could with the little breath she had left.
"But your hair," Rose pointed out, not moving from her spot at the foot of the stairs.
"Oh..." Emily stopped as Rose gave her a stern look. "Can't you do something really quick?"
Rose's face lit up with a smile. It was her favorite thing to play with her best friend's hair, and a chance to do so was a rare occasion indeed. "Gladly!" she said happily, pulling Emily to a nearby armchair, and beginning immediately. She was finished in less than five minutes, her mouth full of pins, but looking satisfied.
"That'll have to do..." Emily said, quickly giving a little turn in the mirror, studying her friend's work. "Now we really gotta go!"
"That will have to do, and now we do need to go - honestly, Em, your grammar these days -" But Rose was cut off as Emily ignored her, then dragged her out the door and both running as fast as they could in their calf-length dresses.
Huffing and puffing, Emily and Rose were able to slide into their seats just as the final bell rang and the doors closed. Rose shot Emily a stern look, smoothing out the folds in her dress, but Emily wasn't paying any attention. She was staring determinedly down at the paper in front of her, clearly desperately hoping the SchoolMaster wouldn't question the two on their very closely escaped tardiness.
The school day didn't seem to go by fast enough, and when it was finally noontime, and time for luncheon, Emily was famished.
"Boy oh boy am I hungry..." she said, licking her lips and getting ready to take a huge bite into her shiny new red apple.
"I don't know, are you?" Rose asked, daintily unfolding her napkin and placing it on her lap. Emily shot her a look, than bit, spraying juices everywhere. Rose grimaced and wiped a spot of apple off her cheek with her napkin.
"Phsor-y," Emily tried, but her mouth was too full, and by the look on Rose's face, she suspected she had just made it worse. Was it not good manners to talk with your mouth full? Emily supposed so. Rose would know. She was always telling Emily to "mind your manners, Em" and "Em! Your language!" at least a hundred times a day. Emily was used to it, but she still felt her best friend was just a little too uptight about those manners-things.
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Emily finished her apple in five bites, and was already unwrapping her sandwich as three more girls flounced past, skirts bouncing and neatly, perfectly ruffled, not a hair out of place on their perfect scalp. It was Ruth and her minions.
Ruth, Catherine, and Caroline, were basically the school's teacher's pets. Especially Ruth, she always brought an extra apple to give to the SchoolMaster at least once a week. They may have been at the top of the SchoolMaster's nice list, but were at the bottom of every single students' in the entire SchoolHouse. Ruth pretended to be nice, she would smile sweetly, coo at the little kids, and ____________________. But behind those smiles, her inscisers were dripping with venom, the little kids would go home crying, and ___________________________. Nobody much liked Ruth and her gang, but nobody wanted to be the next one on her enemies list. So, she just walked around like she owned everything (which she kind of did, actually, her father was the mayor) and wore only the best of the best, from her "daddy dear". Emily hated her with all her heart, and just wished someday she could shove those stupid skirts into her stupid mouth.
"Em!"
Emily gave a start of surprise. She looked around to see Ruth staring, narrow eyed down, straight at her. Emily realized all too late she'd been glaring very intensely at Ruth for the past five minutes.
"Helloooooo Em..." Ruth cooed sweetly, twining a lock of her blonde hair between her thin fingers. "My, my, your hair...what happened to it, dear? Did you let a rat style it today?" She shot a venomous look at Rose, and Rose jumped.
Emily clenched her teeth, her hands curling into fists beneath the table. The sun beat down unrelentlessly on the five girls, surrounded by dozens of kids, but all Emily could see was Ruth, smiling sweetly down at her, with eyes that betrayed what she really thought of Emily Abbott.
Once, a long time ago, Ruth and Emily were the best of friends. They did everything together, ate everything together, and lived everything together. They were closer than two peas in a pod. Then, something happened, and the two girls were torn apart, and grew to hate one another with hatred so deep their children were liable to get it. Now, Emily hardly remembered being friends with Ruth, and wanted to keep it that way. She never wanted to remember ever liking that she-demon with blonde, perfect hair.
"Em...don't listen to her, Em just ignore her, maybe she'll go away..." Rose was trying to still her, but Emily was not to be stilled.
"Or wait, don't tell me she did your hair?"
That was it.
In a flash, Emily found herself rolling and thrashing on the ground with Ruth, trying to get at her hair, her dress - anything - in the attempt to hurt that she-demon.
"That is ENOUGH!"
Emily froze, and felt Ruth do the same. They both knew that voice good and well. It was the SchoolMaster. An angry SchoolMaster.
"Up, both of you."
Emily scrambled to her feet, and winced as she felt her eye. It was swelling up, along with the bruises on her arms. When she looked down she saw her dress was torn and ragged, and her hair was half down. On her left, Ruth looked hardly better. Her lip was swelling to double its size, and her nose looked queasily askew. Her dress was in the same condition as Emily's, and her hair even worse.
"What is the meaning of this?" The SchoolMaster growled, fingering his lasher.
Emily flinched, but tried to stand straight. But before she could say a word, Ruth burst out crying.
"I-I didn't want t-to fight, sir, p-please I wa-was j-ust c-complimenting her HAIR...please sir, protect me - she's a MONSTER she is! I could've DIED...ohhhhhh" With that, Ruth gave a highly fake but apparently believable swoon, right into the SchoolMaster's arms, and gave a smug wink at Emily, not seen by anyone but her.
"That's so not true!" Emily said indignantly, steam practically coming out of her ears. "Sir, I-"
"That's ENOUGH, I said!" The SchoolMaster roared again, and awkwardly gave Ruth over to another student, who was standing nearby. Everyone was watching now. "Both of you are to stay after school and clean the whiteboards - everyday for two weeks! Now go home, get cleaned up, and come back. And that's an order!"
Emily slumped back into her seat as he turned away. She didn't look over at Rose, she couldn't have beared her expression. She'd done it again, and now she had to pay the price.
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"Ow!"
"I'm sorry, but if you'd just stop squirming..."
Emily squinted up at her sister, Margaret, through a puffy left eye. She was home, school was over, and Margaret was just giving some last touches, as in the ten minutes at home before after-lunch classes, she hadn't gotten much done.
"There, now just don't touch your eye until morning, and we'll see how it looks then." Margaret said with satisfaction, and began putting away her tools and bandages.
Emily reached up to finger her gooey eye, and made a face at all the oils and lotions her sister had applied. Margaret glanced over, then hit her hand aside, giving her a stern look. "What did I just say?"
Emily made a face at her back, then stood and stretched. More faces. "Ow..."
"Well, it's gonna hurt for a while - best not go out in public too much for a few days, but...oh no!" Margaret's eyes widened and she stopped what she was doing.
"What? You ashamed of me already?" Emily joked, then winced.
"No, no...oh why did you have to get into a fight today, of all days?" Margaret groaned, putting a hand to her forehead.
"What? What is it, come on!" Emily prodded, curious.
"Aunt Edith! She's coming tomorrow night, Mother invited her over for dinner, seeing as she's passing through the area and..."
Emily groaned and fell back into the chair. Their Aunt Edith wasn't their aunt, she was their great-aunt - their mother's aunt. And she was very, very stern and proper, and hated Emily. And now...with this black eye...well it just made everything ten times worse. "I suppose she'll be expecting to see me, then?" Emily said feebly.
Margaret nodded helplessly. "You know she always does. She demands to see everyone, even though she hates us all...I don't know why Mother still invites her over at all, she knows how she feels about you..."
Emily nodded. "Well...is there anything else you can put on this? Hey, at least it's Saturday tomorrow...gives us more time to...think of something."
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"Emily get up! We're already behind schedule so GET UP!"
Emily groaned and turned over, then sat straight up. Aunt Edith was coming today. And her eye... Emily whipped the covers off and ran for the mirror. She sighed. Yup. Still as swollen and red as ever. Wait, hadn't that been just the tiniest bit bigger yesterday? Emily didn't really think so, but it gave her the motivation she needed to get dressed in her best working dress, tie her hair up, and whiz down two flights of stairs to the main floor.
"It's about time young lady! Now, help your sister and Mary with the dishes - no time to ask, everyone else is on vacation - oh WHY today, of all days? Dear lord is that the time? Emily, hop to it!" Mrs. Abbott was looking very flustered and her hair was even starting to come loose, with her flying all over the house, giving orders, making changes, making the whole house ready for Aunt Edith.
Aunt Edith was a sort of a big deal. She was the wife of a famous duke, which sort of made Emily and her family royal - or something, but Aunt Edith didn't seem to think so. She expected everything to be perfect whenever she came to visit, and if it wasn't...well Emily didn't like to think about if it wasn't.
"Em!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" Emily called, and found Margaret and the cook, Mary, struggling with dishes in the kitchen. She started to pick up a plate to scrub, but Mary gave a yelp and tugged it away from her.
"Oh, no, miss you aren't touching my dishes, no - go, go look for something else to do - I'm sure master Michael has something for your rough hands to work with - get!"
Emily gave Mary a playful glare, but she knew the cook knew what she was doing. When Emily was smaller, Mary would let her help out in the kitchen, but she was never very good. She must have cost the cook hours of extra worry, just making sure the little girl wouldn't kill herself some way or another. She must have broken a hundred dishes trying to wash them, and it didn't take long for Mary to realize Emily's hands were too rough and clumsy for washing dishes. She was hardly let in the kitchen anymore, unless she was just sitting on a stool in the corner with mittens on her hands.
Emily stepped out of the kitchen, and looked around. Her mother was still flitting all around, but was much too busy to notice her smallest child having nothing to do.
So, Emily looked around, then headed for the
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I can't wait to see what they come up with!"
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"Hey, Michael..." Emily said as she slipped into the stable. Michael raised his head so she could see it from behind the huge horse.
"Oh, hey Em - just, you know...Hey what happened to your eye?" He suppressed a smile and waited patiently for her answer. But he supposed he knew.
"Um, fight...at school..." Emily muttered, putting a hand to her eye and wincing.
Michael laughed so hard, he wiped tears from his eyes.
"Aww, I'm proud of you, sis - learning to be a big boy like me! What're you gonna be when you're older? A wrestler? Naw, maybe a little wrestler - who'd you get in a fight with? I'll bet he gave you that whopper - and you? Well he must have gotten pretty scratched up with those deadly nails of yours!" With that he fell over in hoots of laughter.
Emily crossed her arms.
"Or, or better yet," Michael resurfaced, holding his sides. "When you get older, you're gonna be a wre-" But he never finished, because with that Emily lunged at him, and the two fell to rolling and tumbling all over the stable floor, spreading hay everywhere, with the horse Michael had been brushing staring disdainfully down at the two of them.
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"Yikes, you'd better watch out, or the ________ Emily'll scratch your eyes out!" Michael got out, and jumped out of the way just before she lunged again. "Okay, okay!" he laughed, and Emily settled back once again.
After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Michael asked, "so, which guy did you get into a fight with yesterday, anyway?"
"Oh, no boy - just Ruth Clayton, that's all..." Emily replied.
"Ruth Clayton? The mayor's daughter? What'd she say?" Michael asked, surprised.
"Oh, nothing much...just the usual I suppose..." Emily said, fingering a piece of straw.
Michael shook his head. "She is a spoiled brat, she is. Sam Clayton shouldn't spoil her so much. She gets every darn thing she wants!"
Emily nodded, giving a little smile at her brother's indignance. "Well, anyway, the real problem is what I'm gonna do when Aunt Edith gets here...Margaret and I are still trying to figure something out."
"Ooh, yeah that's right...Suppose Edith wouldn't like seeing you with yer face all messed up, would she..." Michael nodded, shooting a look at Emily to see if she'd lunge. But she hadn't heard him, she was staring out the stable door with a guilty look on her face. There, marching toward them looking none too happy, was Margaret with an apron over her dress and a look of grim calmness on her face.
"Uh oh, you'd better scat, or Maggie'll tear yer ears off..." Michael warned, but it was too late. Margaret was already there.
"Em, Michael, there has been a slight change of plan," Emily looked around at Michael, a surprised look on her face. She wasn't yelling at them?
"Aunt Edith is coming early. She was originally scheduled to be here at three, but it turns out she's going to arrive in one hour. Says she gets to spend more time with us. Poor Mother's working triple, and Em - we have to get you ready for her arrival."
Emily jumped to her feet. One hour? Was that going to be enough? "Well then we gotta hurry!" Emily said, worried.
Margaret closed her eyes. "We need to hurry, Em, please..."
"Right, of course, let's go!" Emily said, and hurried to follow her sister across the yard and back to the house.
This is so awesome! I can't wait to see what happens next!
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"Margaret, I don't think-" Emily started, but her sister motioned for her to be quiet.
"Stop talking, you'll mess up your makeup!" Maragret said crossly, dipping her finger into a jar of oily lotion and dabbing it onto Emily's face. "This'll work as best as anything, but if you keep talking, you'll ruin it! Now don't talk for at least until Aunt Edith comes, understood?"
Emily nodded reluctantly.
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"Why hello Aunt Edith! Here, let me take your coat..."
Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her seat on her bed. She had been told to wait there until her Great-Aunt arrived, and by the sound of it, Mother was greeting her at the door. Oh, how she wished Rose was here! Emily was sure Rose would be exactly what Aunt Edith was looking for, and it would take her mind off of Emily and her odd looking face.
Once again, Emily got up and went over to the mirror that hung over her dresser. She looked awful. She didn't know what Margaret had been thinking -
"Em! Em, come on this is our cue!"
Emily looked around to see Margaret and Michael peeking into her bedroom, Margaret with her hair pinned up elegantly, a long dress with pink frills and roses that reached down until her feet were hidden, and the sleeves were short and fluffy. It was Margaret's best dress, which she only wore on special occasions. Michael was wearing his best suit, and his hair was slicked back in a way he only ever did when Aunt Edith came to visit.
Emily looked down at her own dress. It was a light blue, with sleeves that reached to her elbows and the hem to below her ankles. Gold, frilly ribbon made stripes along the bottom and a necklace of gold lace around her neck. Emily liked to look pretty, but this dress was just awfully itchy, and it was hard for her to breath at times. But, she had to look her very best for Aunt Edith.
Emily took one last look in the mirror, then followed her siblings down the stairs, Margaret in the lead, with her and Michael forming a triangle behind her, right into the parlor.
"Hello, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Margaret said, curtsying and bowing her head until Aunt Edith nodded her head curtly. Aunt Edith was a tall, thin woman, with silver hair and pursed, red lips. She had spectacles sitting atop her nose, and she looked down over them begrudgingly at the oldest of Elizabeth Abbott's children.
"Hullo, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Michael bowed as Margaret straightened up and took a seat, smoothing the folds of her dress under her.
"Hello, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Emily repeated, curtsying and bowing her head as Margaret had done. She hoped she wouldn't comment on her face-
"My dear child, what happened to your face!" Aunt Edith cried in horror as Emily took a seat next to Michael and Margaret. She winced. Mrs. Abbott, sitting near Aunt Edith on a chair, looked just has horrified as her.
"What do you mean, Aunt Edith? My face has always looked this way," Emily said, repeating the line Michael had recommended to her. She squirmed a little in her seat, but tried to stay still.
"Why, it's all - all - all pink and white!" Aunt Edith stammered, waving her hands about and peering closer to her great-niece.
"But that is the color of my skin, Aunt Edith," Emily replied.
"No it isn't! Your nose is humongous and your left eye is - is -" But Aunt Edith never got a chance to say exactly what Emily's left eye was, because at that moment Mary appeared in the doorway, looking flush but clean, holding a tray of little cakes.
"A cake for m'lady?" she asked, shoving the tray at Aunt Edith. She gave a barely perceptible wink at Emily, then continued pushing the elderly woman. "Come on, they're really quite tasty!"
Emily shot a look over at Margaret, and she was sitting straight up, looking immensely relieved. Mother, however, was glowering at Emily like she knew exactly what her children had cooked up, and they were going to get it as soon as Aunt Edith was out of earshot.
Emily gave her a weak smile, then bit into one of Mary's cakes as the tray was passed around.
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Emily nodded miserabley, looking down in the hand mirror she had found on the kitchen counter. Her and Michael were sitting on stools in the kitchen while Margaret showed Aunt Edith and Mrs. Abbott her piano skills. They had slipped away as soon as Margaret had offered to show what she had learned on the piano to Aunt Edith, and just in the nick of time. After Aunt Edith's show of interest in Emily's face, the whole family was trying to keep the topic of talk as far away from that as possible, and keep Aunt Edith busy.
"Ohh I should have known this wouldn't fool her," Emily groaned and put the mirror down, biting her lip. "I just wish I could disappear. Why, Michael -"
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But Emily never got to tell Michael exactly what she had in mind, because at that very moment, before Michael's very own, shocked eyes, Emily had disappeared with a pop. Pop! Just like that. Just as she had said.
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Hoverskates - Sort of like regular sneakers, but with special ani-gravity panels on the soles that can hover and move up to two stories in the air.
Panel (view spoiler) - A future doorknob that is just a flat panel replacing the knob, the residents of the house only have to place their hand in front of the sensor, and the door slides open. Unknown persons coming into the house will be scanned and their presence will be announced, along with who they are and what they do for a living. Very handy for burglars.
Tablet - Basically more high tech iPads instead of schoolbooks and binders.
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"I'm coming, I just have to feed Tilly -"
"There's no time, get Mirc to do it come on!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming..." Pixel muttered as she strapped on her Hoverskates and flew down to her brother at the front door, tapping his foot impatiently, one hand on the panel of the door.
"You ready, finally?" Calix asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I am - don't be so impatient!" Pixel shot back, grabbing her tablets and slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Calix decided against arguing any more, he knew it would just go on forever. He just tightened his lips and stalked out the door, his sister following. Outside their 'humble home', cars were hovering and flying above their heads, so a soft whirring sound was a usual. Calix and Pixel headed for the bus hovering at the end of their yard - Calix flicked a quick switch as he passed and the grass immediately began watering itself - and clambered in, pushing past rows of rowdy kids talking, eating, laughing and throwing things at eachother. Calix sat down before Pixel, taking a seat next to his best friend, Meek, and Pixel carried on until she was in the very back. She sat in a seat two rows from the emergency exit, and stuffed her bag under her seat. Elijah didn't get on for a few more stops, and Lysa was nearly the last to be picked up by the bus. So, Pixel usually just sat quietly, waiting for her friends.
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Three girls, all different time periods - get transported in the present, one from the past, one from the future, and one from the present.
Why do they get transported?
A pocketwatch. Grandfather's. Present girl's. She looks in the back, finds a little piece of paper, it says to turn the hands to Xx and Xx times. That makes the two other girls get popped into _____'s life (present girl)
Where did the pocketwatch come from?
Present girl's grandfather just died. In the will she got that. At first angry at him, she not want that. She throws it and the back comes off, showing the paper.
Girls' Names:
Alexis
Pixel
Emily
THIS WHOLE POST IS MOSTLY ME BRAINSTORMING, SO THAT IS WHY IT IS INCOMPLETE.