One sweet dream. Pick up your bags and get in the limosine. Soon, we'll be away from here. Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.

Aro: Bubbles. Thoughts flutter past me like butterflies. I'm underwater. I'm drowning. And yet it doesn't feel like dying. The bubbles sparkle and dance under the flourescentlights. But then, what does dying feel like?
Someone grabs me and I start to sputter. "I'm sorry Daddy!" I almost scream in another languge. "I know I wasn't supposed to! Please don't send me to my room! I'll be good now!" But the hands are paler than the ones in my mind, the eyes are lighter, not as kind. Not as sad. The girl helps me out if the tub and puts a robe one me. She leads my to a mirror where the blow dryer is plugged in and I frown. The girl in the mirror is strange. She's exotic looking, with her caramel skin and upturned eyes. There's a tiny hole above one lip and one her ears and nose, but no piercings. Her hair is light brown and thick, a wavy curtain over her eyes. And yet I wonder why she looks so familiar.

Jonas
"A...body?" I manage to ask. If Aro dies, so does her movement, her cause. Which is excellent motivation for anybody who is against it "No sir, but..." Now not only did he call me by 'Jonas' instead of 'boss man', but now he's calling me sir?! He hasn't called me sir sense the week he had joined the rebels. "But what?" "There were tire tracks"

Aro: The girl pulls a white dress over my head and tries to brush the hair out of one of my eyes, too no use. My bangs are too long. After a moment, she sighs and takes my hand, leading me back down stairs. The red haired man with the hat is there and he smiles. "Ah, Annie. There you are." I stop and frown, still feeling my skin veal as he looked me over. Something about this man... " Um...Annie?" I ask, not coming down the stairs. He smiles. "Yes, Annie. Don't tell me you've forgotten your name as well?"

Jonas
I curse "Alright, get the cars. I'll grab Rita, I think she's back at the party. We'll need all hands on deck for this one" James and Natasha drove seperately, so they grabbed their car while Jude and Reece ran off in the oppoiste direction to get the other one. I went back into the party, scanning the faces for the meter maid

Rita: I agitatedly run my fingers through my hair as I kick my feet in the pool. I see Jonas walk over from the corner of my eye and frown. "What do you want?"

Aro: I frown but stay where I am. "Oh..." I say after a bit. He smiles and walks towards me and I pick up one of the little statues to throw just in case. She smirks and takes my arm. "What's the matter, Annie? You've been so jumpy since the motorcycle accident."

Jonas
I whisper urgently "Aro's missing. Jude found blood and tire tracks in an alley close to here. We need to go. Now"

Rita: I can't help but groan a bit. The last person I want to see right now is Aro. Even if everyone else has forgiven her, she's still a traitor in my mind. "Fine," I say as I stand up. "Although what makes you think it's her? Maybe she went to the bathroom or something."

Jonas
"Too coincidental. And a two hour bathroom break? Nobody has seen heads or tails of her for at least that long. I'll drive with James and Natasha, you go with Reece and Jude" Then I turn to leave, but pause "And Rita?"

Rita: "What?" I say as I grab my bag from the ground.

Jonas
"She used to be one of us. That may mean nothing to her, but we still protect our own, alright?" Before waiting for her answer, I walked out to the gate just as the two cars pulled up "We'll stay in touch with the radios, do not separate from anybody in your car, got it? The person that did this will not appreciate the rebels getting involved. If any new development arises, check in. And don't do anything stupid. Understand?" They all nod "Alright. James, Natasha and I will interview the neighbors, see if they saw anything, maybe we can pin down who saw her last, and Rita, Jude, and Reece will go down the direction of the tracks. Try to find more clues as to where she may be"

Where did everybody go...?

Rita: I sigh and head over to the others, thinking that the sooner I do this, the sooner I can be done with it. With her. I hop into the car and lean against the seat. "Well, what a way to end a party."

Jude
"Do you want to drive?" I offer, waving the keys in front of Rita. I had about...hm, a months worth of driving experience? Less? As much as I loved to drive, if we got in a high speed chase or some such thing...

dinner time

back!

Rita: I'm about to say yes and reach for the keys when I realize that I'm still shaking. Damn withdraw..."No, you should probably drive for now. I can barely use a car anyway."

Jude
I shrug "Alright, should probably have you sign a relise form" I joke, but start the car anyway, driving down the road the car tracks had lead to. It looked like James was driving the other car; it made sense because he was the best driver.

Stark: "Like..." I had to think of something fast or she'll know I was bluffing! Think, think, think! "I can drink more beers than anyone else," I said proudly. It was sort of true...

(Sorry I was gone yesterday! It was my moms b-day)

(It's ok. Family first. )

Myrah: I snorted. "Psh, I've seen Henry drink beers like it's water. I bet it's not even that hard..."

Hello

Hey.

Rita: I sigh and look out the window as we continue to drive along. Damn it, why do I have to clean up Aro's mess?

Sorry, was cleaning all day

Jude
Hm...that's...weird. There were occasional sporadic tire tracks- signs of speeding up and stopping suddenly- down the road, all leading towards this huge house. "Wakey wakey meter maid...who's house is this?" Reece asked

It's ok.

Rita: I look up and frown. "That's Gabriel Henderson's. He's the only non Cirque person I know who would throw that much money away on a house..."

(You don't have to rescue her yet...)

Alright, I kinda wanted to though you probably want to develop that plot more, so yeah.

Jude
There was a roaring sound in my ears, and I closed my eyes. Tightening my hands around the steering wheel, I stopped the car "What's wrong Paulie?!" Reece asked, turning to Rita "Dude, Jude doesn't look so good..."

Stark: I raised my eyebrows at her, "It's not that hard? Are you kidding me? It gets pretty bad after shot number thirty," I grinned, "Would you like to see why? Or are you too scared?"

Myrah: I curse under my breath. I'd never actually drank before- a sip here or two, sure, but never a full shot or anything. But then I see that stupid pompous look returning to his face and I start to get up. "Pft, what do I have to be afraid of?" I ask as the little kid in me yells "Everything!" "It's just a few drinks."

Rita: Hm? "Jude? Hey, Jude!" I say as I start nudging him. "Are you sure you're alright? Maybe we should start heading back."