Legend of Tory Adore 10: Orange and Black

Author: slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Orange was in like a shot. It didn't matter what kind of shot. Orange was always looking for some action, which was what drew him to movie production in the first place. Right now he was working on a tracking shot, and had almost found his quarry. After that, all the rocks he needed were ripe for the plucking.

Orange brought with him his old partner, Turquoise Aaa, the lady with the rakes. She always cleaned up in case of a major gamble. And she had a theory about this jewel. Looch showed up half an hour later, cracking her gum and gluing the pieces back together. She wasn't much of a looker, but she gazed at things when she had a mind to. She gave a sarcastic salute to her mother, but Tory was studiously looking away, cramming for her comprehensives. Looch's tartan skirt didn't go well with her well shod boots of black leather and velcro, but it was her corrugated vest which made the real impression.

So that was the team so far: Orange, Turq, Looch. Pips started to sweat.

Then it dawned on him.

O. Yes. O.