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Dyadic Existances; The time of awakening has come... Are you ready?
Topic Started: November 20, 2010, 10:13 pm (2,425 Views)
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A security guard came over causing Reia to mentally groan. Her dancing motions slowing as her body gradually came to a standstill. She did this at first cause she thought she was in trouble, the only time she really sees them is if she takes stuff...or that one time she got onto the roof. She was fairly relieved when the guard went to the boy instead, except instead of speaking sternly like when she was in trouble he was speaking happily...so did that mean the boy wasn't in trouble? Or did the stern talk only happen to her?

Speaking of the boy Reia was completely oblivious about any forms of affection that the boy had for her. She was removed from school too many times to really develop relationships with others her age, even friendships didn't last long as she was removed from the school much too quickly. Thus the only forms of any relationships she sees is her parents and the various couples around the campus, neither of which were ever all that interesting so she never payed any attention.
However even if she was in school in her grade like she was supposed to be it still wouldn't mean she would notice the boys affection.

Anyway back to Reia's mental state.
Once it was obvious that she wasn't in trouble, and the guard started moving away Reia heard Adriana say that they should go else they may be left behind. "Your darn right I will." Reia said with a giggle, "At least I would if I didn't only remember the path to the gym."
Another light giggle came from Reia as she started walking around the group, circling around and weaving between everyone. "Speaking of which do you guys want to run my obstacle course? I promise not to change the rules of the course mid way through it...Okay thats a lie I can never remember the rules of the course so they change all the time." There was only a short pause before she added, "Actually I want kitty drawings and food first. Random course of doom can wait! Its not actually really all that doomy I just call it that cause it sounds harder and its fun."
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She'd written them all up, of course, ensured that there was no mistake in any of them. They'd been gone through carefully, every inch of them scoured for information that she could recall - for who could forget them? Indeed, it made her wonder whether a combination of her many strange flavoured teas had caused them.

Thinking, again, about her dreams, Bonnie wondered why they were of so much importance to her as she scrubbed at the bloodied floor. They were just dreams. It didn't matter how much it made her skin prickle in her jumper. After all, she was sure she wasn't the only one who had bad dreams.

Continuing her scrubbing even as Maggie got up, she frowned. He must have caught the edge of the bookshelf very hard, or at an angle which had cut his skin and not damaged his head too much. The theory behind it made her own head hurt in sympathy; she stopped thinking and continued to clean up. Hearing Maggie's voice behind her, she turned around and stood up. Her back clunked a little, but that was only natural for her.

"It's okay," she spoke in reply to Maggie, watching as the last of it was tidied. "I'd like that," came her next comment, "Walking'll get the smell of bleach out my nose." She said nothing about the blood, though her eyes might have had a glimpse of troubled waters about them. "And there's so much traffic, it might even be quicker."
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After things were cleaned up and Maggie had checked on her boss one last time, she grabbed her things from the back and gestured for Bonnie to follow. They left out the back door, the same door she'd brought Bonnie in through, and Maggie shoved her hands in to the pockets of her jacket. "Who robs a bookstore?" she said, voice mildly bewildered. "Especially one with a notice in the window that says we have a time lock safe? Anyone who sees that should know we wouldn't have much cash on hand... My boss prefers that I keep the total of how much is in the drawer down to like... fifty bucks."

Her eyes, meanwhile, were watching the sidewalk as she made her way down it, face thoughtful and troubled. It was an odd way to see her, she was usually pretty happy, with bright eyes and a quick smile. As they crossed a street, taking a short cut through a residential area that ran parallel to her own neighborhood, Maggie looked around with a soft sigh. "I hope they made it back to the townhouse okay," she commented softly.

Looking over at Bonnie, she shrugged some. "I let them use my place to get the guy who hit his head cleaned up and such. He didn't strike me as the type to go to the hospital willingly."

When they reached her road, she saw her car in the driveway and let out a soft sigh of relief. Well, they hadn't wrecked the car and they made it to her place easily enough. Hopefully there wasn't blood all over her white walls and carpet. She'd gotten pretty good at cleaning up trace amounts of it, but she wasn't sure how bad it would be this time.

Glancing at Bonnie, she shrugged some. "Lets go see how bad the damage in. If they've gotten him settled, I can start on dinner right away."
Edited by Memento Mori, January 26, 2011, 11:45 pm.
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Vincent backed off as James got out of the car. He shook his head, smiling. This guy was as stubborn as he was. He walked behind Eil and James as they entered the townhouse. He'd never lived in one before, but he had plenty of friends who did, so he figured he'd get the layout of the place fairly quickly.

Having been key jacked, he waited for Eil to open the door for them. while he did he looked around and continued to be relaxed, realizing they were in a pretty decent neighborhood. He stretched his back for a moment, hearing and feeling the satisfying pop in his spine. He went back into his layed back slouch and walked in the door. He stopped on the landing pad and listened to Eil go nutso nurse lady on poor James. He chuckled a bit at it, beginning to descend the stairs to follow James, just to make sure he wouldn't freak out and start breaking things with his face again. Nature was calling, but it was a call he was willing to put on hold for a while.

He didn't even get to the last step when he found himself turning around and jogging back outside. He opened the back door of the car, which thankfully wasn't locked. He reached in and stuck his tongue out as he extracted a bloody shirt. He was definitely gonna have to wash his hand after this. He carried it back in, holding a hand under it to catch any dropping blood. He took a left at the landing and looked about until he found a bathroom. He carefully opened the door, making sure not to get any blood on the knob, and tossed the soiled garment into the sink. He threw the hot water on and rinsed most of the blood off of his right hand as he waited for it to warm up.

With his hands only stained a bit crimson now, he popped his Ear Buds in and set his mp3 player to shuffle. He hit the play button and went to work washing off the shirt. He nodded his head to the beat of the music, muttering a few lyrics here and there.

"All things new, are fought against
Even though, their time has come
" He said quietly aloud, growling slightly. He then merely hummed along and thought the lyrics to himself.

For we will not conform...
We're ghosts in the machine!


He lost himself in the music, no longer caring about the blood. A few minutes in and the shirt was nearly stainless. He wrung it out and took it with him, going back downstairs. This time he made it and saw James. He took his phones off and walked over to the poor guy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, you really need to just crash. though, I guess you should grab a shower before you lay down anywhere..." Vincent said with some concern, but it was more man like than Eil's had been. He said the latter part due to the shade of Jame's hair. It looked kinda cool, but oddly disturbing at the same time. Vincent most definitely enjoyed disturbing things.
Edited by Kyoichi, February 7, 2011, 12:57 am.
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Eilhsa nodded at Vincent's remark, as if she was validated by him agreeing with her. "James . . . Maggie wouldn't have sent us here, if she didn't mind helping you out, and part of what will help you right now, is most likely a nice warm shower to sooth your muscles, wash out the blood so that you don't get it on her couch, and to just generally make you feel a bit more human, alright?" Taking the shirt from Vincent, she clucked at the face it was still wet, and held it at her hip, thinking. Shrugging, she looked back to James. His hair was bothering her, she had seen that sort of color in dye for hair, but actually knowing that it was blood . . .it made her shiver to herself. What would have happened if he had lost too MUCH blood? Would he have had to go to the emergency room? . . . Rubbing her temples with her forefingers, she sighed again, and tried to relax herself. Now was not the time to get over freaked, the worst was over for now, she just needed to concentrate on getting James better . . .and Getting some clothes for herself to replace the bloody shirt . . .

Smiling at Vincent, she hoped he would be able to convince James to clean up. "I'm going to go call a friend to get some clothes for me, and maybe a shirt for James alright? I'll be out front to watch for him if he can come." With that she left, pulling out a small cell phone from her jeans pocket, and hitting # 1 on the speed dial. It rang once before it was answered. "EIL! Where ARE you! There were police cars at the book store, and I went over to see if you were there or alright, and saw a little of the inside of the bookstore, there was bloody all over the place! Are you alright? I swear if you got yourself in a scuffle I'm going to murder you!" Lez was frantic, she could hear it in his voice. Laughing silently to herself she pictured the look on his face, scared, mad as hell, and worried. Taking in a deep breath she sighed. "Lez, i'm fine, serious. I need you to do something for me, think you're up for it? He agreed of course, and told her she always owed him anyways. After telling him to grab her a shirt form her dresser, and one of his old shirts he didn't worry about getting back, she told him to grab her first aid out from under the sink, and also to lock the door to her apartment when he left, the key was in the same spot as always, and he was to bring it to her also. She gave him the directions, and he heard him already in her small apartment, rustling around things and leaving when he finally said that he would talk to her once he got there.

Clicking the phone shut, she figured him to be there in about five or ten minutes, he would race like a maniac to get to her, just to make sure for his own sake that she wasn't hurt. Rubbing her hair out of her face, she leaned up against the wall next to the door into the house, and waited. Closing her eyes for what seemed like just a moment, she listened to the music still seeping out from her hoodie pouch.

~And what you've been out there searching for forever is in your hands~

Looking at her hands, she thought back to the blood and flinched, shaking her head.

Your hands can do many things you know . . .once you learn how that is . . .

She looked around her, searching for the voice. It had been fleeting, almost like a memory, not someone actually speaking to her, but her mind replaying something she had heard a long time ago. Shivering, she stuck her hands into her pockets, and looked up suddenly from her spot on the ground a few inches away from her feet when she heard a car door slamming int he driveway. It was Lez.

A face breaking smile rode across her face, and she ran towards him, jumping up to hug him, almost bowling him over and knocking the few things in his arms to the ground. Holding on tight she buried her face in his neck. She was so glad to see something, someONE, normal at the moment. "I'm glad you're happy to see me and all, I knew I'd be your knight in shiny sparkle armor one of these days, now were's the Prince Charming i get in the deal too?" Smirking, he handed her the duffel bag full of the clothes and first aid kit, and he had even stuck her music charger in there too, he knew her so well. Without music in stressful moments she would be dead to the world around her. Eyes tearing up, she sniffled and looked at him with a watery smile. "I don't know what i would do without you Lez. I know this is weird, but I promise to call you after this is done and over with and explain as much as I can, I might even have a few "princes" for you to meet, though I think they are the more traditional ones, only looking for a damsel and not so much a knight. She giggled at his faked disappointed look.

After saying his goodbyes, and threatening her with chick flick sabotage if she didn't hold her promise to catch him up to date later, she went back into the house, and called out in case so that they would hear her wherever they may happen to be. " Alright you guys! I got extra clothes, for James and me both! I'll be in the Living room if you need me." She headed in the living rooms direction, toting the duffel bag along with her. In there was James, sprawled a bit on back of a couch. She lifted the bag a bit, and chucked it at the couch he was leaning on. "There are some clothes in there, free to use, don't worry about giving them back or anything, Lez doesn't need them. I'll grab my shirt out of there after you're done with the clothes, and get changed after you're done with whatever you are planning on doing. She sat in a chair and waited for him.
Edited by Reaxeons, January 30, 2011, 5:29 am.
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He couldn't figure it out, why were both of them even caring at the moment? He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Vince, frowning slightly he stepped over to the shorter young man and held out a fist with a faint smile, his eyes fully clear of the sleep deprived fog for the moment. "Thanks, bro." Granted, it was all he said but the true thanks was in his posture, his shoulders were slightly canted and his head noticeably tilted forward a bit and his other hand was on his hip in an open palm. He would wait for the poundage (oh my) before approaching the small young woman who'd so frantically spazed for him when she came back in, dropping a hand on her head with the same slight smile. "You're a space case..a cute space case but a space case none the less..." The young man sighed, rolling his right shoulder nervously before taking his lanky ass around the house after giving them the excuse that he was gonna find a place to clean up better. Finding the bedroom rather quickly, he couldn't believe how much like his own room it seemed, there was clutter everywhere but he knew it was clean beneath all that. He glanced over his narrow shoulder quickly before taking a step into the room fighting off the sick queasy feeling that he was invading private space. He was, and so long as he didn't pull a pantie raid he wouldn't hurl his stomach at the nearest porcelain god, besides, he highly doubted her bras were his cup size anyway.

As he made his way into the room his picked up the things and turned them into neat, organized, subjectized, and alphabetized piles as he set them on the bed before symmetrically stacking them in neat piles. He didn't know where he picked it up from, or even how it developed, but it was a compulsion to do things like that, especially with other's things. He approached the bathroom connected to the room nervously, it was practically a woman't sanctum in her home, aside from the bedroom that is, and he was a male interloper! He just hoped the amazonian warriors didn't jump out of the medicine cabinet and cupboards to drag him off to Snu-Snu him to death. It was a Do Not Want, but at the same it was a Do Want, he was picky and fickle like that with that DON'T JUDGE ME out look on it.

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He peeked out the door of the bedroom as best as possible before slipping in to the throughly cleaned bathroom, not worried about the door considering it was practically around the corner. He snagged a single fluffy towel from the cupboard, luckily he wasn't ambushed by Snu crazed amazons, though he had to doubt himself a little when he pulled out a pink towel. "Bah, who's gonna know?" Real men wear pink right? Does that excuse extend to towels as well? I doubt it.

He stripped what little he had on, off, and folded the pants and undies..er..boxers...neatly before setting them on the toilet lid and putting the still folded towel on the edge of the sink closest to the shower. No bones about it he had come this far, so may as well go all the way. He stepped in and cranked the hot water on along with a couple twists of the cold so he didn't come out looking like a lobster. Oh look! Zoidberg!

He let the water run for a moment before kicking on the shower on. Don't look away from, The Nozzle. Blessed steaming water fired right into his face because he looked directly into The Nozzle before the damn thing calibrated, well he enjoyed it none the less. Though the water pressure did break open some of the forming scabs on his head to let more fresh blood seep down a good portion of them stayed strong and closed even when he gently probed them all. It seriously occurred to him that he didn't even damage the book shelf on his own as he touched all the spots that were scabbed up. Two massive tear drop shaped scabs and nearly twelve smaller scabs of the same shape from the crown of his head to the back slope was a little too...."This can't be an accident or coincidence." He shook his head slowly and pushed his crimson stained hair back out of his his face before he grabbed a bottle of body wash. HOPEFULLY he didn't come out smelling too FABULOUS or he really doubted that Vincent would EVER stop cracking jokes before James stuck Vince's own foot in his mouth. He tried to focus on the task at hand, which involved scrubbing himself down, not really needing a washcloth or anything he sighed heavily as he scrubbed his neck, shoulders and chest to get the rest of the dried blood off but couldn't quite reach his back normally. But, even the stuff that had dribbled down his back (the REAL majority of the blood had run there) after he'd managed to do a couple contortions involving bending his arms behind his head and back. Look kids! It's Gumby Live in New York!

James knew it was time to get out of the shower when the light headed dizzy feeling similar to the feeling of blood loss came over him. He made sure that all the soap suds were off his body and turned off the water, sweeping his hands across his skin to wick the water away. Amazing what one could do with so little hair on the body, yeah? He was mostly dry before he even got out, though he did take a bit more time to wring his crimson stained hair out just to make sure that a good portion of the water was out, he didn't really want to dry it with the towel furiously like he normally did. The frazzled haired rockstar look just wasn't worth the increase of headache or chance of bloody rain. He pulled the shower curtain aside and long body reached his way to the towel on the counter, flicking it open and patting his head gently to get a bit more of the water out, but even then it felt like he was using his head as a bongo so he rubbed himself down with the towel decently and stepped out, drying his feet, and standing in front of the mirror to stare bitterly at his dark crimson hair. If I hadn't been such a nut case I wouldn't have my head cracked open...or...maybe it's just how things had to go. He sighed heavily and stared into his own eyes hard, gripping the towel in his left hand tightly as it draped over the counter. He was caught in his own reflection to the point he really didn't even think about getting dressed at the moment, the others could wait couldn't they?
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What are we but mere pawns in the grand scheme of things? Who are we but thoughtful thoughtless fools? In the grand scheme of things - there is no grand scheme. We're nothing but ants in an ant hill, serving ourselves until we perish. Who do you serve? Are you a free agent? Or do you prefer to await orders anxiously, like a faithful hound? Who are you, after all?

There was something lurking in the back of her mind, something that reminded her of horrors long past, something that struck a cord deep within her heart. It was as if she was still staring up at her ceiling, as a child all those years ago, and something shadowy was flickering across it. Its shape had been completely indiscernible, but the quivering girl had been reminded of prying fingertips and scuttling limbs. She'd later learned that she'd left her curtains open, and the shaded digits had been nothing more than tree branches, but the sensation was quite similar.

Troubled, but trying consciously not to show it, Bonnie almost missed Maggie's speech as they strode along. "Maybe they weren't after a lot," she supplied, shrugging a little. They lapsed into silence, and briefly she wondered what her friend was thinking about. Was she fighting away bad dreams, too? Did she feel as queasy as she did about the blood? Probably - but she had no way of telling. Sure, Bonnie-Rose was capable of looking at a person's face and recognising the most basic of emotions, because she knew what happiness, sadness and anger looked like. The more subtle ones? Not a clue.

When she'd broken out of her musing reverie, Maggie looked a little worried - though it took a moment or two to recognise the emotion. What could she say? She decided on a nod of the head - perhaps they'd talk once they'd gotten back to her house - and said nothing until her friend exhaled in relief. "Okay," came her next reply, and she reached up to tug a hand through her wildly curled hair subconsciously before they approached the neat-looking house. For perhaps a moment or two, she wondered how the house could mirror her friend, but then decided it was just a coincidence. "Do you want a hand?"
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Maggie sighed and kept her hands shoved in her pockets as they approached the house, a soft sigh leaving her lips. "Well truth be told, I don't know how bad things are going to be in there," she said with a soft chuckle. "When we get in, you remember where the kitchen is, yeah? Why don't you go ahead and pull some steaks and such out of the freezer and get them defrosted while I get my... guests... settled in and make sure everything is ok," It was more a suggestion than a question, and phrased as such, so she let herself in the front door and lead the way up the stairs in to the living area.

Eilhsa and Vincent were there, but James was nowhere to be seen. She nodded in greeting to the two in the living room, her eyes already scanning for things out of place. She was a clean person... the type to scrub everything, vacuum constantly, and everything in her home had it's place. Her room was really the only part of the townhouse that seemed in the least bit cluttered. Of course that didn't include her roommate's bedroom, but Maggie made it a rule not to go in there... the other college student was rarely home, and he wasn't much of a house keeper.

It was really better in the long run that Maggie keep her roomie's door closed and pretended he room didn't even exist. "Glad to see you all made it here without much incident," she said with a soft smile. She heard something shift above them, a floor board creaking as someone shifted their weight or walked across it. "I guess he's upstairs then? I'm gonna go make sure he's alright. Help yourselves to any drinks in the kitchen, I'm gonna make dinner in a bit if you all want to stay."

She was about to leave to head up the stairs when she stopped, remembering something. "That reminds me... This is Bonnie," she said, gesturing to the woman who'd followed her in. "Bonnie, this is Eilhsa and Vincent. You'll meet James in a little bit... he's the guy all the blood came from." And with that, she was turning and jogging up the stairs, one hand resting delicately on the railing while her legs carried her at a quick jog up them, blond curls bouncing around her face.

She saw her roomie's door was still closed and locked(thank goodness), and moved past that toward where her door was, assuming he was likely in there... maybe he'd decided to lay down for a bit. Her room was, afterall, the one that was darkest, thanks to heavy curtains... it stood to reason he'd find the dark comforting if he had a headache(which she could only guess he did, after such a knock to the head).

What she didn't expect, however, was to walk in to her room, find her bed empty, but with an incredibly neat(almost meticulously so) pile of papers sitting on it, and her bathroom door wide open. "Ja-Oh... Uhm..." Her eyes had gone wide when she rounded the corner to the open door and found him not only in her bathroom, but standing there, naked as the day he was born. Her eyes had gone wide almost immediately, obviously shocked to find him thus, and she pivoted on the ball of her foot quickly, putting her back to him. "Oh geeze, I'm sorry... I came up to uh... ahm... check on you. Y-you're okay then? Do you need anything?"

She could feel her blush... it was spread over her cheekbones and nose and touching the tips of her ears with a deep pink flush.
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James started and quickly moved to cover himself with the towel and rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, wincing slightly. He'd been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he forgot he wasn't in his own place. "Hey, sorry 'bout that." The freshly washed young man snapped the door shut and dressed quickly, practically jumping into his boxers and pants. Behold the changing ninja! In less than a moment the door was opened again and he was half dressed as he stepped out of the bathroom, the towel still hanging around his shoulders.

He paused a moment and gently gripped Maggie's shoulder, his skin slightly hot from the shower. "Thanks." His grip tightened slightly to convey his gratitude before he let go and stood next to her fully and waved a hand at the neat piles. "Sorry that I took liberties on your stuff, I have an odd habit with other people's clutter at times." He chuckled and looked around the dark room, if not for the bathroom it would be nearly totally dark in there. Hot chick, dark room, guy just out of the shower, home work on the bed. Now where's the psychadelic 70's porn music when you need it? Oooooh, yeeeeeah... bow bow, chi-chickachicak!

James rubbed the tip of his nose and sighed slightly, the one thing that was bothering him is the reason she was helping him, sure she was pretty, and from the looks of it they shared a couple quirks so he could totally understand maybe something personal after getting to know one another. But he was a total stranger that walked into the shop with a sever case of insomnia driven hallucinations. He stared straight at the wall, his jaw set so that the muscles in his face rippled to show his thought. Her room, it didn't feel like a normal person's, granted for how much he like the dark he at least had some light coming in, this was, if you closed the bathroom door and the door to the hallway, almost like a cell.

Didn't take a brain surgeon to put two and two together, or at least maybe it did when one had a serious case of tired. "Thick curtains, bland wall hangings, nothing to 'brighten' up and a really plain look for the rest of the house." He turned his head slightly to look at her through his crimson stained hair, even he could smell the faint tinge of blood seeped into it through the feminine shampoo. "Call me paranoid if you want...but I'm starting to think theres a little more to the hot girl behind the store counter." He perked an eyebrow at her as he turned slightly towards her, leaning down to level his eyes with hers, the hazel coloration flickering between green and brown, though in the dark it wouldn't be easy to pick up. "Not a good way to repay thanks, with suspicion that is, but I'm not exactly Casanova." His hands went to his hips in a stubborn, "you're going to have to pick me up to move me." but if she was something a bit more, he had a feeling that she wouldn't have that problem.

He took a long pause and frowned slightly, his hands moving down and the sound of a zipper could be heard. Smooth. Way to be stubborn with your fly down man, just play it off right? "Anyway, if there's anything I can do to repay you for the effort taken, what ever your reasons, I owe you a lot. Ask and ye shall receive, it's the least I can do." He straightened up and smiled at her, putting his right hand on his left shoulder as he eyed her. He wasn't a total dick, just really concerned about people doing things for him at times when he had no clue who they were. He turned away and looked out the door of the room before spinning back around, his face set in determination. "Oh, yeah, why would you let that nut job Vince drive your car? I mean, granted I'm not totally sane at times with my random walking nightmares and such nor would I have been able to drive all zombified and bleeding like I was but..." He rubbed his chin trying to even figure out how a bunch of midgets managed to drag him, he knew he was light but still, into a car. The mental image was a bit hilarious, he'd admit it. As long as they didn't drag him to the Lollipop Guild hall to torture him with things unknown it was all good. Then again, Maggie didn't look the type much into that kind of kink so he guessed he was all good. "Anyway, now that you've had a sneak preview..." He smirked and wiggled his hips slightly, not able to resist picking on her a little. "How about we have a bit of a fill in session?" Redirection, innuendo, and a ball bust all in one! C-c-combo breaker!
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Eilhsa watched as James took the clothes he wanted to use, and thanked Vinny. He walked over to her, and placing a hand on her head, called her a space cadet. . . . Was that necessarily a good thing? Oh! The word cute was stuck in there . . . still not sure if thats any better though . . . She sat down, thinking her own thoughts over. Why did she even care? You'd think he had just groped her (again) by the way her face turned red, but her blush was short lived. Maggie had just walked into the house, and walked over to them with another lady. Her name was Bonnie.

Smiling Eilhsa re-gained composure, and stood to greet Bonnie, looking towards her and waving a hand. "Hi Bonnie, I'm Eilhsa, just call me Eil though, I don't mind." She looked over at Vinny, the back of her mind wondering if he had noticed her earlier hue of red. I don't even know why I'm worried . . . I hardly know the man . . . blah. Stupid body . . .stop doing these embarrassing things! Berating herself internally, she slumped back down into her spot on the couch, pulling at her zipper, before remembering that she didn't have a shirt on underneath it. The red threatened to return, but she fixed her slight mishap, and yanked it even farther up, to her neck. Looking around, she grabbed the duffel bag, and went into it to grab her charger, and her shirt. Holding it up to the other to see, she smiled a quick smile, and strolled over to the small half bath she had used to wash herself with earlier.

Closing the door behind her, she looked around, and found what she was looking for; a electrical plug. Sticking her charger into it, she pulled out her mp3 player, and set it a bit louder, onto the speakers. Setting it onto the counter top, she took off her hoodie. It had some dried blood on it. Frowning, she stuck it in the sink for the moment, and grabbed the shirt that Lez had gotten for her . . .if this was an anime, she would have sweat dropped. Out of all the shirts that she had in her apartment, Lez, in some twist of fate, and grabbed the black tee, with the words "Bite me . . . I like it." Face palming hard, she sighed, and pulled the shirt on. Hopefully no one would really bother about it. It had been a gag gift from him after they had watched Twilight, she hated it, he had loved the death out of it. She poked her music, to see why it wasn't playing, and realized that it had been playing the whole time on low. Scowling, she turned it up high, all the way to the max, and got to working on washing out at the least some of the blood in her favorite hoodie.

~ Wake me up inside. (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside. (Save me)~

She hummed to her music, and swayed as she scrubbed, trying to get the splotches off of the material. Her hands were starting to burn, but she just shrugged it off, hot water was the best for cleaning wasn't it? Stubbornly working at it, she finally snatched back her hands. They were red and she sighed. The hoodie was stained for good it seemed, at least at the moment, and she reached to turn off the water. Jerking her hand to the side from a small amount of splashing off of her hoodie, she accidentally hit the facet with the back of her hand, and stifled a yelp. Jerking that hand completely back and holding it at her chest, she reached the other hand out and quickly turned off the water, careful not to burn herself again. The hoodie lie forgotten in the sink, as Eilhsa sat on the toilet lid and took a look at her stinging hand. It was welted slightly, and looked like a blister. A small tear formed in her eye, and she brushed it away.

~I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems. I've got to open my eyes to everything. ~

After looking at it a moment later, she actually chuckled to herself. After what James was through, this was nothing, insignificant really. Closing her hand over her burn, she leaned her head back and just rested for a moment. It hurt, but she would deal. There was no reason for her to over react, it was tiny really . . . it only covered from wrist to middle finger knuckle. She just let herself relax. Worrying about it would do no good really. . .

"You know . . .I could heal that for you . . . "

Her posture snapped straight up, and she glanced around the room. A shiver ran over her spine, and she brushed her fingers through her hair nervously. After one last glance around, she grabbed her still damp hoodie and music player and charger, she went back into the living room. She had forgotten about the burn, but if she took the time to realize, it no longer hurt, and in it's place was a already cooling scar, right where it had been.

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Vincent grinned at James' response. "No problem, dude." He replied, returning the guy's bro-fist. He was glad the his injury prone acquaintance was gonna get some real sleep soon, the dude still seemed out of it a little. After knocking knuckles with him Vincent did a 180 and headed for the nearest chair, crashing in it. Eil returned with a
bag and a shirt for James. He didn't quite understand why it was that she didn't just leave with her friend instead of sticking around here. Hell, why was he here?

James headed off towards where Vincent assumed there was a shower of some kind after making a comment to Eil. "Heh, guess it isn't just me then" he mumbled in response to it, but not loud enough to be heard. He noticed how she had gotten flustered over the comment, but didn't comment. That was a normal response, especially when a guy like James made it.

Vincent took a moment to observe the area around himself. It seemed pretty plain for a girl's house. Usually they try to make it look cute and warm, this place looked like she had just moved in and put her stuff up, not personalizing at all. He shrugged this off as well. He didn't know Maggie very well, and thus couldn't assume he knew what her normal decorating habits were like.

Think of zeh, and he(or she?) shall appear! Maggie decided to come strolling in after he thought about her. A girl with some crazy curly hair accompanied her. Maggie headed for wherever it was that James had gone. Vincent gave her a small wave, and did the same for the new girl after being introduced. Bonnie, her name was? He'd probably forget it the next time he talked to her. He was terrible with names. When Eil headed for the rest room Vincent hopped up and headed for the door in silence.

When he got outside to the fresh air he popped in his ear buds, the ear raper kind. They blocked out outside noise and had excellent base that blended well with the rest of the balanced sounds. He hrust his hand into his pocket, searching for his mp3 player. With practiced ease he put on a song by a melodic death metal band without looking at the screen. It was fast paced, rhythmic, and had metaphorical lyrics that could have meant any number of things, not to mention the epic guitar riffs and solos that accompanied them.

He looked up at the side of the town house and sub-consciously scanned it. He saw a small crack here, a window ledge there, and numerous other things that would allow him to ascend to the roof. Before he knew it he was perched on the peak of the roof, his agile body having brought him up and sat him down on the rough shingles. He finished listening to the song and shut the music off, enjoying the silence as he allowed his mind to wander.

He knew some abstract and magical things were going on around him, Eil, and James. That much was obvious. He was certain that Maggie was in on it, and probably had some kind of insight into what was happening to them. Why else would she invite 3 strangers who had caused hectic things to happen in a store she worked at to her home, and trusted them with her car? Hell, she didn't even seem phased by any of it. No, she knew exactly what he wanted to know, but he wouldn't say anything about it until she was ready to talk.

He looked across the city from his point high off the ground and smiled, knowing that his life was about to change to something far more interesting than it was before. He turned his music back on and got lost in it, keeping his eyes open in case someone came outside looking for him.
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Maggie heard the door snap shut behind her and waited patiently, hands clasped together in front of her, still blushing visibly from the shock of seeing him naked. Khalida wouldn't have batted an eyelash, but Maggie was still human at her core, and still flustered by the things society said she should be flustered by. Well, atleast when it came to sex and actually seeing violence, she was. Blood didn't bug her much anymore, but when you wake up covered in it or with the smell of it lingering on you, you kind of grow accustomed to it.

So it was that when he emerged from the bathroom, she didn't seem bothered by the tinge of blood his hair still had, either in color or in smell. His hand on her shoulder, however, made her jump slightly. She'd heard the door open and it had registered somewhere in the back of her mind that he'd be emerging shortly thereafter, but the last thing she'd expected was him to touch her. And why didn't she expect it? She had no clue, it was a perfectly logical action, giving social expectations. Perhaps it was the fact that after seeing him naked, she felt like she should keep her distance physically so he wouldn't assume anything innapropriate. Apparently though, that hadn't occured to him.

She turned to face him when he squeezed the slender curve of bone beneath the skin, looking up in to his eyes quietly as he began to talk. She didn't seem at all phased by his little speech about being suspicious of the "hot girl behind the counter" (though she did blush slightly at being called hot), and only watched him with a quizzical look on her face while he went on his random little tangents, first talking about suspicions, then thanking her, then basically calling her nuts for letting Vincent drive her car, then making not-so-subtle innuendos and jokes about having her having seen him naked and him wanting information.

She'd waited quietly and patiently through it all while he talked, and when he finally seemed to settle down enough for her to get a word in edgewise, she lifted a finger, as if to say "one moment" before turning to flip a switch on the wall. Immediately, the room was lit by two small lamps on her bedside tables, revealing that another small lamp was on her desk. It made the room seem slightly less like a cell, but only slightly. She moved to pick up the stack of papers and set them on the keyboard of her computer, to sort through later so she could either put them away or throw them out, depending on what they were, before she moved to perch on the bed, kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs up indian-style.

She looked at him for a long moment before finally speaking. "I'm assuming that from all of that, the biggest question you want answered is why I'm helping you?" Well, no, it was true he hadn't actually asked that... but he'd sort of implied it, in an off-handed way, and Maggie found he did seem to think the way she did. He often had a point, if you could sort through the scatter-brained thoughts that came out of his mouth to get to the middle, or bottom of it all.

She didn't wait for an answer in the affirmative before she spoke. "Let's just say that I've been where you are. The whole not being able to sleep, the waking nightmares, all of it. Been there, done that, ruined far too many t-shirts because of it, and I know for certain I wouldn't have made it through that without help from some incredibly kind strangers who understood what I was going through." She stopped there, looking for a good way to sum up what she was saying... a way to tie it in to a neat little package with a pretty bow on top. "Think of it was paying it forward. I can only hope that one day you'll show someone else the same kindness I've shown you."

She offered a small smile at that, but didn't move off the bed. "As for letting Vincent drive... you needed to get somewhere it would be easier to take care of you, I had the feeling you wouldn't like to be taken to a hospital in an ambulance, and I couldn't leave the shop myself. All in all, it seemed like the most logical course of action, despite the very obvious risks to my car."

She shrugged a little as she said it, one hand holding on to her ankles where they crossed while she leaned back against the pillows slightly, stretching. "So! That being said, I'm going to make dinner shortly. You're welcome to stay and join us, but it's up to you." She was hopping off the bed as she said it, making her way toward the bedroom door, though her tone seemed to imply she'd prefer it if he stayed and was only not insisting on it because it would be slightly rude to behave that way, after all he'd been through.

"Personal opinion is that you should hang here until you recover more. You took a nasty knock to the head, and it's safer that you're around people, instead of home alone. If you live alone, that is." She was reaching around him toward the knob on the door, waiting to see if he'd move out of the way, or continue to stand there, not letting her pass. Her eyes watched his face expectantly, not seeming ready to try to move him herself... for now.
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Bonnie just smiled a little shyly at the introduction, her green-blue eyes shimmering serenely as she absorbed the faces of her new acquaintances. A wave of her hand accompanied each introduction - wasn't she ridiculous? She'd never get anywhere if she was so shy. It just felt awkward, not being in her usual eccentric get-up - especially as her corsets and chokers were like a second skin to her. It was as if her skin had been peeled back and they were looking at her as she lay half-dead in a dumb stupor.

Eh, perhaps that was a little paranoid. Maybe she was a bit paranoid, but she couldn't really judge. For all she knew, they were all here for the simple purpose of - well, dinner, presumably. Insofar as she knew, there was nothing wrong with her that couldn't be cured with a little weed or maybe some expensive psychology or something, so why should she suspect anything? Perhaps it was just a little strange that Maggie would invite an injured guy over.

In the end, though - who was she to decide what was strange? She just smiled and waved again, and meekly slipped off her Converse as a force of habit. Her almond-shaped eyes followed Maggie's back, and then she meekly perched upon a chair in the sitting room. Was it just her, or did her presence repel people? Almost as soon as she appeared, the other two dissipated into another room. A pout made its way briefly onto her lips before she reached into the depths of her carefully tattered bag. No, she wasn't searching for music, for she preferred the good old CD and record players. Instead, her questing hands came across her trusty camera.

While her current camera was one of those high-tech, expensive digital ones, she was saving up for the film cameras so that she had an excuse to make a darkroom. Call her old-fashioned or bizarre, but she liked the idea of a dark place away from the world where she could see whether her creations were as beautiful as when she first perceived them through the lens.

What she had now, however, was a digital camera where she could look at her works from a little screen behind the lens. It was a useful contraption for this course, where capturing motion was the most difficult part, but she wished that she could just look through the lens, press a button and be happy with the spontaneous results. As she wheeled through her artwork, her face became marked with a frown. Half of these she didn't remember taking - hell, some of these she didn't even recall being in the vicinity of. Either she had some serious memory loss, or her sleep-walking was worse than she thought. Maybe somebody was joy-riding with her camera. Joy-riding? Wrong term, probably.

With that in mind, she just offered a soft sigh, and continued to flick through her many photographs. She'd have to go through them all at a later date and delete the blurred ones - and then transfer it all onto her memory stick, maybe photo-shop a couple to enhance them.
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The man listened intently to her words and nodded sagely, feeling more informed than he had when things first started. "Alright, I can't turn down such a pleasantly firm suggested order." He chuckled slightly before bowing out of the room and nearly strutted off in search of more clothing. He thudded his way downstairs quickly with a slight hum and leaned in to the basement. "Hey...oh..." He blinked and looked around, wondering where everyone vanished too, all that was left was a girl fiddling with a camera. "Well! Since I highly doubt you ate them all up with biscuits and gravy I'm guessing the two I came in with wandered off." He padded over and settled into another chair with a slight sigh, tousling his crimson stained hair before giving the young woman a wave. "The name's James, nice to meet you." He gave her a grin and snatched the towel off his shoulders, laying it across his knee as he relaxed. "Maggie will be making dinner soonish apparently, by the way." He gave a slight yawn and made a strange face, for the first time in a long time he felt normal tired. Considering he was an insomniac for the longest time he always had that level of tired but unable to shut the eyes for a long time without them snapping open but still wanting to be shut. This was a close your fkin' eyes and sleep kind of tired and he had a feeling that if he nodded off now he wouldn't wake up for a while. It was actually rather funny.

The bedraggled young man snickered for a few moments before giving a real, heartfelt belly laugh and hopping up from his seat to do a little jig. "Woo! Yeah~" He broke it down disco style, doing the fist roll and failed attempt at a funky moonwalk before spinning around to grin at Bonnie. "Sorry for the spaz fest but~ I've got a dinner date with the sandman later!" He fist pumped to himself and restrained his excitement, it was the first time in a while he's had the urge to sleep and he KNEW his body wouldn't wake him up. He could have kissed someone about now, even if it was squirrel breath Vince. He cleared his throat and picked up the towel that had flung from his leg, rolled it up into a sort of pillow and settled back down in the chair, setting the rolled towel behind his neck and head and relaxing, letting his eyes close half way. The very real and strong tug of a dreamless sleep almost seduced him to nod off right then but he forced himself to remain awake for the moment, it would make sleeping later that much sweeter. The spastic sleepy head turned his attention to the woman and gave her a sedated smile and a wave. "I hope you don't mind keeping me company for a bit, I...really could nod off right now and I need some help distracting myself from the thought of sleep. Good sleep. Golden sleep. Spectacular, fabulous, idealistic sleep. STUPENDOUS sleep!" He struck the Eureka! pose and paused, looking around as if suddenly paranoid that someone would try to steal his sleep. I was his, his own, his precious! Wait, hadn't he been around this fish already? MAN he needed to lay off LOTR.
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Eilhsa walked back into the living room to find James stretched out on one of the chairs, and the one girl, Bonnie, looking through her camera. She caught the very last part of the conversation about how James felt sleepy, and smiled. Must be worn out from everything today, can't blame him really . . . where's Vince? Glancing around, she rumpled up her eyebrows. She couldn't find the crazy driver anywhere in the room.

Setting her wet hoodie in a plastic baggie in her duffel bag, she turned and smiled at the two that were sitting. "I'll be right back. James, if you need anything else in way of clothes, feel free to find something in the duffel bag, I'm sure Lez put everything under the sun in there, if I know my friend as well as I do."

Sighing and flattening her shirt with her hands, she walked back out of the living area, and looked around. Just where did he disappear to? Maybe he went out for a breath of air? Stepping out the front door and closing it behind her gently, she walked into the drive way and looked around. "VINCE? Viiiinnnnnnnce. . . . Where'd you get to you sneaky dude?" She turned back to the door, and glanced around a few more times, trying to figure where he ran off to.

Maybe he left? He seemed so friendly though . . .why would he leave without saying bye at least? And before the whole James playing Bop It with his head and the book shelf, he had said something about wanting to talk to me about strange things that have been going on around here . . . I kinda wanted to know what he had to say . . . Frowning to herself, she crossed her arms over her chest, shivering slightly. She looked one last time out towards the end of the drive way, and then turned to go back inside with the others.


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Vincent's head bobbed to the beat of his music. He sure did enjoy being transported to the deepest depths of his own mind with the help of music...it certainly could bring out the most creative thoughts in him. He didn't get much time to get into coming up with some crazy story to write down later when Eil came out, obviously looking for him.

She quickly decided he wasn't outside, and began to head back in. "Jo, Ch1X0r, 0n 73h R00f!" He yelled, getting her attention. Without waiting to see if she heard him, he smoothly climbed down the side of the house, seeming to slid down like a stream of water. He walked over to her with a smile. "What's up? Am I needed for something?" He asked cheerfully, wondering what it that had caused her to seek him out.
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She'd been engrossed in her pictures, critiquing the unclear images collected on the little screen, when a voice broke her concentration. Her head snapped up, and those ringlets of pale blonde hair, arranged so casually in the season's latest fashion (dragged through a hedge backwards), bounced about her eyes as they flickered up to see whether the other guy had come back in.
Nope - wasn't him. This other dude didn't seem too bad, though. A half-smile quirked up one corner of her mouth briefly at his comment, and she shrugged. There was a perfect opening for humour here, which she quite enjoyed.

"What's to say I didn't? Though I'm not particularly one for kibble in the afternoon - human flesh is so much sweeter with ketchup than gravy, and biscuits are for breakfast," she explained, in a serious enough voice but with a shine in her eyes that bespoke of jesting.

Watching the bare-chested one a little warily, Bonnie-Rose blinked when she noted how his hair had been stained red - it wasn't bad hair dye, for that colour hair was easy to dye - and it took a moment for her to realise that this must be the one whose blood she'd helped Maggie clean up at the book store. James introduced himself, and she waved in return.
"Nice to meet you too. You can call me whatever you please, but I go by the name of Bonnie." A hand snaked up to her hair, her fingertips caressing the unblemished coils as if to reassure them that they would never become as stained as his. A nod disturbed her hair again when he told her about lunch, and she went back to flicking through her pictures. She must've filled up her biggest memory card with all of these.

A slight yawn brought her gaze up again, and she grinned a little. Obviously he was tired - especially after the blood loss he'd encountered. It was therefore a surprise that laughter came from the semi-unclothed guy. If she didn't have a camera to look through, she might even be distracted by the elegant slope of his chest - but she had a camera to fiddle with, so she could avert her eyes to avoid any of those embarrassing blushes. The collected concentration became bemused interest and a raised eyebrow when he got up and began dancing, and she chuckled at his explanation.

"So eager to escape the world of mortals?" she quipped, before returning to her camera. More photographs to be deleted - and she wanted to start taking some on the themes she'd been given. Right now, the slant of his shoulder was drawing her to raise the lens and take the picture her finger was itching to snap. There was something serene in the way he seemed so sleepy - and the bloody hair curling around his face was like a corrupted halo. It's very pretty. Maybe I should do my hair that colour. It took only a moment to flick the switch - now the camera blinked itself out of the dreary sleep-state it used to show pictures - and before she knew it, it had raised itself to her eyes. The world was so much more breathtaking through a good, sharp lens.

Then, before he looked at her, she snapped the picture. Here was hoping it would be useful - not one of those blurred monstrosities she'd almost trained herself out of, or something that wasn't worth the memory like a great deal of those on her card. Then she lowered her camera, and resumed her wheeling through her photographs. His rambling just made her grin, and she pondered briefly whether or not she should have taken that picture while he was unaware.
More scrolling, distancing herself a little, her face calm and collected. "Look out for talent scouts or you'll be featuring in the next High School Musical."
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Maggie watched him go with a shake of her head, returning downstairs and slipping in to the kitchen. Once in that room of the house, she went about taking care of getting things ready for dinner. Steaks were taken from the freezer and put in to the microwave to defrost, as Bonnie had apparently forgotten her request to take them out. It wasn't surprising, of course... Bonnie had a way of forgetting things.

She let them defrost as she began to prep other foods... fresh veggies went in to a steamer, instant mashed potatos from the box(she was feeling too lazy to think about washing and peeling and mashing). Sticking her head in to the living room, she was surprised to see only Bonnie and James there and blinked some. "Uhm... where did everyone go?" she asked, looking around for a bit before shrugging some.

"How do you like your steak?" she asked them both, though her eyes were on James, who seemed to be mid-awkward dance move pose thing.
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The young man chuckled faintly and relaxed into the chair, folding his hands on his lap. "Nah, they'd more than likely get a promise of a threat of a boot to the face." He grinned lazily and let his eyes slide shut for a moment, only to open them once more at the sound of Maggie's voice. He couldn't resist, he skewed his voice while he stood up slowly from the chair and crouched down so he was eye level to her. "Gives it to us...raw...and wr-wr-wr-wriggling!" He tried as best he could to imitate the facial expressions of Smegol from the movie, having actually PRACTICED them just to weird people out on his off days. He kept a straight face for a moment before breaking into a wide grin and shaking his head slowly, his bare chest and stomach rippling with restrained laughter. "No, I'm kidding. But as rare as possible would be nice...and if you've got some thing that will help replace the amount of blood I lost it would be nice." He stood up straight and groaned, turning to look at Bonnie then around the living room, wondering where the other two HAD gotten to. "Hn...they could have snuck off outside or something and are mauling each other's tonsils..." He couldn't even say it with a straight face.

The battered and bushed young man let out a slight sigh, knowing full well that he needed to stay awake. "Oh, uhm, I'm not a doctor or anything so don't quote me on this but I may or may not have a concussion. If I fall asleep don't let me stay that way more than like...I'unno, thirty minutes." He would much rather NOT sleep at this point but a happy belly and a bashed head would more than likely overwrite his will power.

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Eilhsa looked up at the shout, and spotted him on the roof of all places. Staring in surprise, she watched him slide down as if it was nothing at all. She couldn't begin to even understand how he did that without hurting himself or fallings, but he did it gracefully. Shaking her head and smiling, she responded to his shout "h3y, 1 kN0W th@ d14L3CT. J00 4 H4X0R?" She laughed slightly at them both. There was no reason to reallly speak l337, but it was amusing that he knew it. Walking closer to him she grabbed his hand.

"Come back inside please? James is on one of the chairs and we kinda left Bonnie all alone before. Dinner might be soon, unless Maggie wants us to leave, and I still have yet to talk to you about the strange things that have been going on around here, maybe after dinner you'll come over to my apartment for a bit? We could talk there." She smiled happily.

She had sort of found him, he had found her was more like it. She had not expected to find him on the roof of all places, but at least she had him and was going back inside. As she walked into the living room, she laughed and gave James a fake evil eye. "I heard that you. Just be lucky Lez didn't meet you yet, you'd have more then enough to tend with." Eilhsa smiled mischievously and winked at Vincent as she let go of his hand to take a seat on the couch. "Nice camera Bonnie. You're a photographer?"
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Giving Eil a lopsided grin, vincent nodded at her. "Sure. 5 bucks says James makes some kind of making out joke because you came to get me..." He sighed, using a tone that mocked dramatic pain. He followed right behind her, and thus heard what she heard. "I am so collecting that 5 bucks from someone...eventually" he muttered to himself. He caught Eil's wink, and grinned, returning it. He glanced at bonnie, but decided not to bother her while Eil and James were already doing so.

He walked over to the right side of the room, his head phones bouncing off of his hoodied chest as he went. He leaned against the wall and gave James a smirk. "Pff, like you wouldn't have been doing the same. "He joked, obviously just trolling the guy.

He didn't loiter in the Living room for long, but rather moved himself into the kitchen to see what was being cooked. His nose met some very much desired smells. "Yum yum." he said. He then spontaneously slid across the linoleum on his knees, stopping right in front of Maggie. "Pwease...can I has t3h food noms too?" He asked with puppy dog eyes, his hands brought up under his chin in a begging manner. His stomach decided to let out a loud rumble at that moment, increasing the effectivness of his manuver.
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