Falling Even Faster ~ (written by Adriane)

I wrenched open a lower-story window; took a second to breath. It's bleak and damp, but the city is alive.

Its heartbeat swells through the concrete everytime a car rears past, the base and the rhythm of a song wild behind its skin. The air turns sour when an exhaust pipe pumps too close, but when I hit the sidewalk I take off running and don't stop.

It's beautiful. You can't see the stars here, so the city made its own. The rain and the slush muddle the moon and everything is sharp, is harsh, is vivid.

We crashed in a (paid for) hotel room last night. Thankfully Zane looks like he's over eighteen. We even got a stove and a microwave, which was cool. Not that we can cook or anything. But still.

Zane went to pop popcorn; Dune started to roast marshmallows over the oven. Nobody shows up for a meeting without snacks.

"Alright, guys. Now, who's seen something weird going on?" Dune began after everyone crashed on various soft surfaces.

Everyone raised a hand.

"I mean lately."

Everyone looked at me. I was saved from answering as Zane waltzed in hoisting a precariously balanced bowl of popcorn. "YEAH!" Azul cheered and threw herself at the bowl, submerging her face into the kernals. "That's disgusting," Dune complained. "Mfaw," Azul responded, followed by, CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH MMM.

"I've never roasted a mashmallow before," Sky remarked as Zane offered her one. She speared it over a plastic fork and sat on the counter, holding it over the oven. Sparrow turned the burner on higher for her.

"Can we make s'mores?" Raven chirped hopefully. I threw a box of gramcrackers on him. It sort of hit his face and knocked him off the bed. Man, that kid is light!
"Uhm. Guys? I did something bad," Sparrow suddenly mewled pitifully.
"Already?" Dune groans.
"Well," she started to say. "I stood up - ,"

"THAT'S DISGUSTING!" I interrupted, looking genuinely ill. "Huh? Oh. Sorry. Carry on."

Sparrow blinked. "Uhm? Okay. Well, like I was saying, I stood up and- ,"
"You sicken me," I snarled. "That really is bad!"
"Adriane?"
"Yes, Zane?"
"Shut-up."
"Yes, miss."

"Well, uhm. I think I turned the oven on too high," Sparrow goes on, just as Sky starts screaming.

"IT'S ON FIRE!! IT'S ON FIRE!! WHADDO I DO?! WHADDO I DO?! HELP! HELP! OMG!"

It was in fact, on fire. But instead of blowing it out like a normal person, she leaped around the room screaming hysterically and waving the fork in the air. She waved it just a little too much, actually. It came flying off and WHUMPED! her in the face. "EIEIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Zane swore, Dune snickered, and Azul, Raven, Sparrow, and I dissolved onto the ground, laughing.
"Someone get Adriane a fire extinguisher!" Raven howled, writhing on the floor and cholking on his own laughter.
"I'll hit her with a crowbar!" Azul chimed in. It's safe to say Sky didn't think it was very funny. She spent the rest of the meeting in the bathroom with a wet tissue and a mirror. We heard furious hissing from behind the door every now and then.

"Can I light Raven on fire next?" Sparrow grinned, licking her own marshmallow off of her fingertips.

Anyway, the meeting went on. They all tried to interview me (Zane and Dune got in a long argument over who was the good cop and who was the bad one. Raven just wanted to hold the magnifying glass.) (No. I am serious. They took out a magnifying glass.)

The rest of them seemed just as stunned when I related the whole 'he wanted to give me a job-thing.'
"For what?" "An actual job?" "Where would you work?"
"Chihuahua's Incorporated?" Dune suggested. "Pickpockets United?" Azul added. The two high-fived each other.

"Chihuahua's Incorporated?" Sparrow questioned. I am just as confused. I did not know I looked like a chihuahua.

"Yeah!" Sky called from the bathroom. "Chihuahuas! Short and yappy and never shuts up and when someone looks at one they just want to squish it."
"They have bug-eyes, too," Raven added helpfully.



But the meeting moved on. We had to talk to Sky, too. No stealing cars. No getting drunk. If something else liked that happened again, they threatened to handcuff her and I together. (Which I thought was unfair. So far I've only punched a few people - otherwise I have been good. Oh, and now I say 'sorry' before I hit people. See? I am working on it.)

But we still had no answers. No solutions. But Zane pointed it out - We are alive. (Well duh, but we needed to be reminded.) Currently, we are safe. We are together. At this point, what more could we ask for?

But I am scared.

Back on Eden…. it was me. It had been me. Together we had made the decision. All of us. We had planned it, we had grown sick over it, we had known it would happen, but in the end, they all faltered. They all feel guilty, I know. They all had a part. But I was the one that ended it.

I didn’t cry, or scream, or panic. I was blank. And I think, right then and there, lighting the flare, setting our world on fire - they were afraid. Of me.

Dune’s eyes had been blazing into mine. I do not know what he felt. Anger? Disappointment? Grief? He looked like a lion watching a storm.

But I was not scared. Through all of that, I showed no fear. Maybe that is how I am taught to deal with things. Block it out.

But him? Seeing him on the subway reopened a vein. I am not sure what blood is spilling out, but I am fearful. I did not feel blank when I saw him. I felt terrified. I am not ready, I feel. But will I ever be?

Eden.

That is where we were brought. For whatever reasons we were kidnapped, that is where we ended up. That is where so many ended up. But only us seven survived. Because of us.

Because of me.

We'll tell you more. We will. Honestly. For now, I’ll go back to the hotel. I’ll pretend to sleep. But...

Can you help us? Is anyone out there?

Anyone?

Red Mustang~Sky

I woke up in the front seat of a vehicle I hadn't owned the night before. Morning light was shining through the car's dashboard hitting me square in the face. My head was pounding as if a sledge hammer had whacked my skull a few times. I felt nasaus. Empty beer bottles were scattered on the floor. Some were broken and the car reeked of it. Something told me those bottles had been full when I stole this vehicle.

No one from our group was with me. I would have liked that more if it wasn't for the throbbing in my head. My mind reeled trying to remember how I had gotten here. All I could recall was getting in a huge fight with Cruella De Vil and leaving. (stupid olive took the paint out)

For a few minutes I looked around the parking lot, glaring at all the cars. My crow bar was in the passengers seat, I really wanted to smash a few of those windows but I resisted the urge.

I grabbed the keys that were dangling on the side of the dashboard. Jamming them into the ignition. The radio started projecting an immensely annoying song. The singer continued to stutter. Someone should have taught Lady Gaga to pronounce poker a long time ago. As the voice on the radio continued rambling on singing "Pa pa poker..." My patience was being worn thin until finally I screamed "SHUT THE F-"

The car swerved alittle and I struggled to maintain control. Once I was back on my side of the road I slammed the controller changing the station and grabbing one of the remaining beers. Silently hoping that I wouldn't get pulled over.

I wasn't sure what town we were staying in, or even if I was in the right state. But I had a theory that it wasn't that far away. That I was close to where they were. Guiltily I realized I didn't nessicarly want to go back. I would prefer just to keep driving until I reached Nebraska, my homeland. That was to far away at the moment though so I toyed with the idea of not trying to find the others and joining a circus.

After a few minutes of considering that idea I sighed. I knew I needed to go back. My head was pounding more then it had before. With every tree that whooshed by I knew I'd have to pull over if it got any worse.

An exit ramp came up on the highway so I gratefully took the chance to stop and grab a bite to eat. Some old buildings soon came into view they looked to be abandoned. One was a beautiful mansion, with a light blue wrap around porch. I carefully parked near the house, slowly getting out of the car to manage a better look. The windows were plywooded shut and a no truspassing sign loomed on the door. This would be the perfect place to stay for awhile. I wrote down the street and address on my hand with a marker that had been in my pocket the night before for some reason I could not remember.

Once I was certain the number nor address would rub off I stumbled back into the car and drove on to a small cafe downtown. It looked to be the only place into to get breakfast by the amount of cars huddled outside around it. I glanced around the car I was driving for any money the other owner might had left. My luck was finally changing because not only was there some spare quarters and nickles but a whole leather wallet.

Greedily I opened it to see a huge wad of green. There was a picture of a small little brown headed girl glaring at me. She wore a sundress and was poised next to a peach tree. Her smile seemed to be fake, a glint in her eyes lead me to believe she would rather be climbing the tree then standing in front of it. That wasn't the only picture in the wallet, bit it was the only one I cared to waste my time looking at.

Quickly I took at the money and started to count it. The first few bills were ones, they were just hiding the twentys that lurked behind. But after about four twentys I started coming acrost the hundreds. All and all there was five hundred dollars in this persons wallot. This meant the owner would be frantic to find it. I decided not to stop and waste my time with some food and slammed onto the gas. Now I was in a rush to find my family again.

It didn't take to long. At the stop sign it was Dune that I almost ran into.

"What the heck?" he said as the car gently nudged him aside.

"Hey," I said a smile crossing my face.

"DUDE! You stole a red mustang. Ah man! Can I drive?"

Closer to hell ~ Adriane

My hair is no longer black and white. It's a gold blond with ashy highlights. I have a single pink streak near the front. We are also out of the hotel (thank God). Just thought I'd give you a heads-up. I think Azul suspects the blog. But we can’t stop now. We haven’t even told you who we are. We haven’t told you anything.

Well anyway, we figured out how to buy subway tickets (it's all automated - Sparrow distracted the security guards, Azul hacked into the machine) and split up into pairs, each of us ducking into a different subway car. There was nowhere to sit, so I leaned against the window, trying not to fall into some the lap of the guy whose newspaper I was reading over his shoulder.

Face after face swished and swashed behind the window, newspapers and earbuds ruffling in our wind. Out of all of those faces, there was only one I saw. Only one that made me sick.

"Raven," I said quietly as the doors slid open and people streamed onto the platform. Both the twins looked up simultaneously. Fear ignited my veins; my throat burned as if I was trying to swallow hot ashes. "Find the others. Get out of here."

I dissolved into the crowd before either could argue.

He was waiting.

"Adriane," he greeted, with a wry smile. "Let's take a walk."

Inside I wanted to balk and flee; but this rabbit was fearful. She turned and loped after the wolf, casting glance after glance behind her.
He was not the one that kidnapped me. He is not one of them. But he was involved. Very, very, closely involved. All of us have our own demons.

He were headed away from the platform, but not by far. I trailed warily after, eyes narrowed against the gloom.

Finally he stopped and pivoted; his hands buried thickly in the pockets of his pea coat. "Adriane...," he trailed. His voice ran like shallow water; cool and fluid, rasping a dark bottom. "We need to talk."

I blinked. "Yes. We do. In fact - I was just thinking about you, the other day. While at the zoo."

Vaguely by the leopard exhibit. While looking at the sick one having a seizure in the corner.

He smiled slightly, one hand behind his head. "Now, Adriane. Let's be civil? No? ...have it your way. You don't have to keep looking about; there's no one else. Just...me."
I chewed my gum louder. Sneered a bit. Didn’t say anything.

"Adriane," he said again. This annoys me. I know my own name, thanks. "I've come to offer you a job."

You've got to be kidding me.

"You and your friends are in an...undesirable position."

"Wow. I see your wheel is spinning, but the hamster looks dead," I countered.

Again, he didn't look mad. More amused than anything.
“Where do you intend to go?” he said after a moment. “Will you and your friends live like this for the rest of your lives? You will get tired. You will falter. They, however - they will not. If you tell anyone, do you think that we don't have actors ready to play distraught parents? Do you think we won't have fake records, fake stories? You are said to have ran away. Will they believe your kidnapped story? Will they take your word against ours?”

I was silent. No snappy comeback. He had voiced my own fears; the problems we have no solutions for.
“We will find a way,” I said shortly. But in truth, I was scared. I did not know where the others were - were they nearby? Had they been taken? And if he made a move, could I get away and find them?

“Hmm,” he said, nodding slightly, but obviously in disbelief. Despite the certainty in my voice, he knew I didn’t buy it either.

“I’m offering you a way out, Adriane.”

We were farther from the station, the tiles smeared with dirt; a loose candy bar wrapper flapping in the breeze.
He was steering me towards the end of the corridor - the only direction to go was either right past him, or down towards a few dingy out-of-order restrooms.

“Just you,” he breathed. I was frozen to the spot, a slow-burning storm blazing in my eyes. He reached out to brush his knuckles against my cheek.

Something metallic bled in my throat.
A snarl writhed across my face; yet I remained still. “It would be better,” he went on. I recoiled from his touch, spitting scathingly . “You would not be a prisoner…and I could offer you protection…”

His eyes were black, as if heavy with blood. They glittered like a leopard’s.

“How about never? Is never good for you?” I bayed.

“Why not?” he continued, taking a step closer. I’ve edged away so far my back is pressed against the wall. “What can you possibly do for your friends, now? One less person on the team will be a relief. It will make it easier for them to hide.”

“I’d try to explain it to you, but I don’t have any crayons with me.”

He sighed. “You don’t believe me.”

That didn't even deserve a ‘duh’ so I said nothing.

“If I was not alone, you would already be dead. Or taken. Do you think they would get this close to you and waste time talking to you?”

By then he had leaned so close I feel his breath rolling across my neck. What is wrong with me? I wondered. I was silent, strangely silent. My veins were heavy with ice; it took all of my strength to meet his eye, to stare back through him. He had a gun in his pocket. He had pulled it out somewhere along the conversation, and for a moment he ran the muzzle of it against my cheek. I let the silence settle.

“EUCK!” I spat, disgusted. My skin was burning where the gun rasped. “There’s something on your coat.”

He didn’t look down. “Shame. I like this one.”

He was still carrying the smallest of smiles. He pulled the gun away, just for a second; bemused. “If you’re thinking of - ,”

WHOOOOSOOOOOHH!!!

That moment was all I needed. A fire extinguisher was perched nearby and...well... I've used one before. Just pull the pin off, squeeze the lever and - FOOOOSHAHAH!!

It was kind of funny, but the force and the smell from the jet caused me to go reeling a few paces back. The huge, scummy froth streamed like rocket fuel; spewing him in the face. It isn’t just water, you know. It’s like cloudy chemical crap or something, and I guess it burns when it touches your skin, and literally sucks the oxygen right out of the air.

He didn’t shoot - I figured that. He didn't want to kill me, or any of us. I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t notice Sky racing up behind us, wielding a crowbar. She has a pretty good aim, come to think of it.

In a moment alarms were going off, security was rushing everywhere - Dune was wrenching the extinguisher from my grasp - Sky was having way too much fun with that crowbar - and we were gone. Through the confusion we escaped, the shouts of security fading behind us. We emerged into the sunlight, grabbed a taxi - and that is us. Vanished. Again. I wonder (rather hopefully) if we'll make the evening news.

I hate the subway - did I mention? Something about being underground. Makes you feel closer to hell.

My Burn Marks~Sky

I stood at the entrance to a busy cafe. Watching the custermers delicately sip on thier beverages as I stood outside in the evenings cruel air. Snow was starting to spew out from the sky, flaking my hair with the sparkiling crystal white beauty.

I was envious of the ones in there. They had a family, a life. Those careless people in there didn't have to worry about the things I did. I watched from the fogging window as they smiled and laughed with each other. I was just a stranger in the distance. The people in there didn't see me as any more then a person off the street. Perhaps this was good, considering the circumstances.

I was here to meet someone. To accept something I didn't think I had the courage to. I was here to meet someone. Someone I didn't yet know. I knew very little about the stranger I was looking for.

The others would have freaked if they knew I had been stupuid enough to leave our hiding by myself to meet a complete stranger. But he had promised he could help. That he could make it all stop. All I had to do was meet him, I had been talking to this man for awhile, on the phone, internet, anything but in person.

The person who gave me his number had been a very trustworthy person. Chelsea had been my very best friend. She had handed me this man's number through the scorching fires that had captured her. Her last words would ever be imprinted in my mind. "Save yourself, be the one to survive."

The very paper that I held in my hand had a black scorched mark on it from the fire. Flames from that time did more to me then burn down a building, it scorched a place in my heart I would never get back. I was marked as a murderer.

For a couple more minutes I waited outside, but the man never showed himself. I felt an arm around my shouldier. Instinctly I jumped and slammed my elbow against the stranger.

As the figure groaned and slithered to the ground I reconized it as Zane. "Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry!!!" I screeched, giving him a hand back up.

"S'okay. At least you didn't have a gun or something. Wanna get some hot cocca before we pretend we were never here?" he asked. As if he had known all along why I had come here.

I forced a smile. We walked into the cafe trying hard not to look out of place. There was only one person working behind the counter which meant that this would be easy...

Cruella De Vil~Sky

I looked over at the paint cans, sitting there all by themselves. Lonely perhaps. Everyone else was asleep and there was only dim lighting from outside projected by the moon and stars above.

I edged towards the paint cans on my tiptoes trying desperately not to make a sound. Quietly I picked up the paint brush, delicately dipping it in the eggshell colored paint and lurked towards A-drain. Her face was buried in her pillow as she muttered about Dune. Obvouisly she liked him, considering what she was whispering to the soggy pillow. Apperantly she also drooled in her sleep.

The paint brush was starting to drip droplets of paint on her. I quickly lathered it into her hair. I had painted exactly half of her head white when she sighed said a curse word in Spanish and continued in her dream.

Quietly I put the paint brush back and opened a black can. Repeating the process so she looked identicle to disney's Cruella De Vil. Satisfied, I crept back into bed and waited till morning for her reaction.

There was alot of screaming.

Trail of a Hero ~ Adriane

"I'm sooooo hungry!"

I can't help but shout, "AGAIN?!"

Sparrow blinked plaintively.

"YOU JUST ATE LIKE, SEVEN HOURS AGO!"

More blinking.
Azul was shaking her head in disgust, gesturing haplessly at the wall. When Sky tore her way out of the duct tape (which slightly resembled a hideous baby spider encrusted in snot gnawing its way out of its egg sac, by the way.), she sort of took some of the paint with her.
We're trying to paint over it.
Dune held up two different paint brushes, each with a different color lolling over the bristles of the brush, slavering drops of paint over the carpet.


"No, no," Azul tsked, exasperated. "It's amber-shift not cosmic latte."
Dune, totally unskilled in remodeling, threw a brush over his shoulder. It swished Ghost's nose on the way down, leaving her whiskers an attractive shade of Eggshell.
"I could use a cosmic latte," Zane pointed out lazily.
Raven was sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching some cable TV show for kids. Two pink cartoon elephants were making very un-elephant-like sound effects while spraying each other with water.
"Teehee!" Elephant no. 1 declared. "Teehee!" agreed elephant no. 2. A string of drool fell from Raven's open mouth.

"Paint is cool," Dune admitted while running the paint brush over Sky's duffel bag.

So only Zane, Sparrow, and I end up going out.
We go to Dunkin' Donuts.

"Hello," Zane says, giving his best I-am-totally-not-trying-to-rob-you-what-would-give-you-that-idea? grin. The teenager opposite of him glares mutely back.
"I'll have....ah...hmmm. A dozen donuts...nah, well. What about salads? No? Cake? Chocolate cake? Really? Wow. Do you sell kittens? Oh. Well, you should. I like kittens."
Zane continues pointing at random things on the menu, occasionally muttering in French. Sparrow sidles up deviously to the other cash register.

"Hello!" she says to the second cashier, holding out her hand. "I'm Harry. I'm Chinese!"

"You don't look Chinese," the man points out.

Sparrow frowns. "That's just racist."

By now I've already slipped under the counter, evaded a manager frantically wiping a grease stain off of his tie, and stuffed a plastic bag with as many donuts and bagels as I can. I stop to throw in some butter and a plastic knife.
Waiting until the coast is clear, I slide out of an emergency exit and meet the others back out in the parking lot.
Sparrow is munching on a donut. Totally miffed, I whine, "Where did you get that?"
She grins, gulping down the last of the crumbs. "He said he'd give me one if I shut up."
"She didn't," Zane adds as we head back towards the hotel.

I don't like the city - it makes me edgy. With so many people, it seems unlikely that they aren't watching us. Yeah. We're pretty paranoid like that.

I remember the ocean. It had many voices, not unlike the city. By the ocean the wind smoked the sand until the grains formed chalky ribbons against the sky, coiling and roiling across the coast. That had been so long ago. But I remembered - once, while standing there - I had felt Dune approach rather than hear him.

“That’s Jamie’s trail, you know,” he had nodded quietly at the sand. Again, it was so long ago. I'm surprised I remember it.

I had known. Jamie is a legend. But it was long ago - years back, even before I can remember. It must have driven her mad, they say, staring at the ocean.
Knowing there was a big wide world behind the water, but so very, very far away.
She jumped, one day. Right into the ocean. The water short-circuited her security bracelet, electrocuting her to death.
But she was brave. She was strong. She broke their ruels.

“We’re not going to let them get to us, you know?” Dune had said to me. I did not turn to look at him, but I agree. It must have sounded pretty pathetic, because he turned, looking to the sky, as if yelling at God.
“YOU HEAR THAT?!” he cried to the wind. His coat flowed in the breeze. “WE’RE GETTING OUT! WE‘RE DOING IT! YOU CAN NEVER STOP US!”

He turned back to me, grinning. “That felt good. Try it sometime.”
I did, later on. Lifting up my head, pretending I could see past the clouds to the stars.
“WE’LL NEVER SURRENDER! NOT EVER!" I yowled. "You fail! Epicly! HAHA! Losers!"
And we were off, flitting down by the waves, spraying sand in our wake and hollering up at the sky.
Following the trail of a hero.

Song of the Day: Me Against the World - Simple Plan

My Wonderful Morning~Sky

My morning awakening was construction workers drilling some pavement outside, I don't have to peer out the window to know that their butt cracks are showing as they work the jackhammers. Why can't someone buy those guys some belts? Is it really to much for the public to ask, I mean really. That's why people pay taxes. No one wants to see that!
In the middle of my rant it took me awhile to realize why I was floating in the air, my feet a few inches from the ground. I had been duck taped to the wall yet again in my sleep. I mean the first time this happened was about a month ago and I was furious. The second time my anger was still simmering from the first and it flared up again, resulting in a small fire. Well it was a small fire at first. Anyway...this time I just wanted to get down.
I glanced down to see everyone sprawled out on any form of padding. They were all still asleep. So I waited about an hour for Azul to wake up. At first she looked up at me and thought it was a dream, but my screaming at her to help sounded so real she got up anyway... just to see how vivid her dreams had become.
Once she had awakened more it took about thirty minutes to pry me off the wall. Resulting in alot more screaming as the tape ripped off the hair on my arms. Surprising everyone else was still sleeping, except for Dune who had once again left for a short period of time. He never sleeps. Kinda creepy but anyway...that was my wonderful morning just thought I should share some of my pain with you. If anyone is actually reading this...

Sky

WILL EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP?

Something whacks the back of my head. I would ignore it, but it feels soggy.
"Aaaaaadriaaane! Aaaadriane! Adria - ,"
"WHAT?!" I snap.

Dune crumples up another piece of paper, licks it, then throws it at my head. I'm so tired I don't even stop to realize that that's pretty weird, even for Dune.

He winks, sits up straight, and starts to crumple up another piece of paper. Anything annoying about to come out of his mouth is cut off when I shove a decorative pillow into his teeth.

I raise an eyebrow as he doubles backward, scrambling over the blankets and finding himself face-to-face with a sleeping Raven. "Hmmr?" Raven mutters groggily as Dune tries to crawl discreetly away, wincing. Raven bolts up, throwing the covers back.

"FOOL!! WEAR CONVERSE SOMEETIMES!!" he bellows, then collapses back down on his pillow. Dune stares at his sleeping form, then looks back at me. I shrug.
Raven talks in his sleep, Dune doesn't sleep, Azul makes out with her pillow, Sky snores, Sparrow twitches, and I bang my head repeatedly into hard objects.

I. AM. SO. TIRED.

Dune spits out the pillow and starts flossing his teeth.

"Aaaaaadriaaane!" he hisses into the darkness. He reaches for another piece of paper, when I grab the alarm clock off of the nightstand and throw it at him. It is then that I realize something. We don't have any floss. He ducks and the alarm clock hits the far wall, and suddenly - BANG!

"Adriane," Raven mutters. "Get..out of the bathroom..." Thank God, no one wakes up. But Dune is smirking.

SCREW THIS.

THE ONLY REASON I'M ON THIS BLOG IS BECAUSE SKY IS GOING TO MAKE ME INTO A FREAKIN' STONED DRUGGY WHO EATS HER OWN CRAP OR SOMETHING, WHATEVER. So. Well, you know. Don't sweat the petty things! Hmm. Or was it 'don't pet the sweaty things?'

And you're probably sitting there, drinking a smoothie or whatever, thinking, "Okay. That's nice. And...?"

So, I guess is the part of the show where I jump in and explain everything.

I'm not going to.

Ask Sky, drink your smoothie, do whatever. Figure it out as we go along. But whatever you do? Keep reading. Because there's something you should know.

We're all in really big trouble.

Yeah.

Even you.

"Aaaaaaaaaadriiaane?!" I don't bother sitting up.
"Want to duct tape Sky to the wall?"

Oh. Well. He should have said that the first time.

The First Lame Blog~Sky

Bad things happen to those who do not deserve it. Sometimes in the night I can still see their faces. I look over at my new family. Aquired through less fortanate events that would just depress me at the moment. GOD!!!! My emo mood was totally ruined thanks to a pillow fight. Feathers were now sprawled around the room in masses of white fluff. That's ok, I only needed one pillow to sleep on anyway.
After the pillow fight the room calms down because heavy footsteps were treading back and forth by the door. This should frighten us since we never paid for the room, and for that matter the hotel doesn't even know we have decided to dwell in the building's safety forawhile. But I suppose that doesn't matter because ever since the escape we haven't stayed in one place for long periods of time.
I'm tired but I don't think I can go to sleep quite yet. Not with the tortured faces in my head, not with knowing I had something to do with that. No...sleep hasn't come to me in a long while.
A-drain is snickering in the corner, her laughter sounding like a hyena choking on some form of weed. Her grumpy cheetah layed sprayed against her protectively as if the cartoons in the show could come alive.
I'd write more but I am rather tired, and my patientce is being worn thin. Very, very, thin. I think I'll stop now before my fist begins pounding against the labtop in anger. I need to go find some bubble wrap. Maybe then I can pretend its adrain's ugle face. Pop!!! (if only it were that easy to get rid of that pest)