CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Milo: Sparrow shook me, "What....?" I said groggily. Everything was being processed slowly, it was like my thoughts were being filtered through tar. I struggled to stay concious. No! I needed to do what she asked, and stay with her.

Cricket and Finn arrived about fifteen minutes later, carrying a tank of the gooey black stuff that was supposed to keep Milo alive. "Hope I didn't take too long," Cricket said, and set the tank at Milo's side. "Five minutes there, five minutes to get the stuff and five minutes back. I'd say I did a'right."

Ryan: I placed my feet up on a table. "So... is Metal Boy gonna live?" I ask, actually caring depsite my tone. Well, a dead kid wasn't exactly a happy prospect...

Cricket nodded, and whistled to get 'Metal Boy's' attention. "Come to, friend, I don't know how to fill you up. You'll either 'ave t' tell me or do it yourself." He cared, too, despite his nonchalent attitude. He liked Milo alright, and it'd be a shame for him to 'leave' so soon.

Ryan: "Take a Pepsi," I say, placing one in front of him. As opposing to tossing, which was a bad idea I guess when it hit Sparrow. Remembering that made me hide a snicker.

Milo: Milo: snapping out of it in my surprise, I filled back up the tiny tank in my arm until it read 100% on the equally as tiny screen. "You really got me out of a tight spot there guys, I owe you one." I felt thankful that I had met them, and that they were willing to help me out the way they did.

Who'd Ryan give the Pepsi to?

Finn: "Aw, it was nothing," he said proudly, and whistled for his bird.

Cricket only flashed a lopsided smile in response. It wasn't that big of a deal, all he did was grab some oil.

Milo: I pulled myself up off of Sparrows lap, and sat with my head in my hands. That was close.

Cricket: "So, now that we've successfully escaped death's cold grasp once again, what now?" He wondered if the rest of them were still up for the robbery plans from yesterday.

Milo: I tried to think back to yesterday. What had we been doing? I just sat there stumped for a moment and then remembered. "Will we be doing the robbery, Cricket?"

Cricket: he cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I wouldn't hesitate if you hadn't collapsed and sprung a leak. Are you up for it now?"

Milo: I nodded. I would be fine now that the fuel was pumping my blood through my body. I also couldn't wait to burn off some of the adrenaline that had been tormenting me since I collapsed.

Cricket smiled slyly. "This should be fun, then."

so now what? are we leaving or are we talking about it first?

Hmm...I think they were going to leave to scout out where they were going to rob.

Sarah smiled. "ALright then. Ami?"
"Right." She stood. Mike looked up
"We going now? Sounds good." He stood as well

Milo: I got up onto my feet, and wobbled a bit. I regained my balance, and looked up expectantly. What would my job be?

Cricket: "Supers, scope out the area for a good crowd, and try your hand at pickpocketting if you get the chance. Carefull not t' take too much at once. Milo, come with me to scout out some potential sites. Sparrow and Angel, you can either go with the supers or come with Milo and me. Your choice, you could be useful either way. We'll need to get a few more supplies; maps, pens, a camera. If anyone wants to volunteer for that, get back to me, or I'll just go myself." He looked at Finn, who was lazily leaned up against a wall. "Finn, you coming?"

Finn: "You kidding? I get enough of this junk at home. You kids 'ave fun."

Milo: Cricket and I geared up, I grabbed a sweatshirt and a jacket for protection against the chill, and we strode out. "I know some good places we could go, shall I lead for now?" I asked as we moved swiftly down the street, the traffic and people nearly drowned out my words.

"Alright. We'll get going then." Ami and Sarah walked out, heading down the street.

Cricket: "Go on ahead," he said. As he glanced around, his expression mimicked that of a bored teenager, but it was an act. Without his usual quirky expressions he looked almost normal, and normal was crucial.

Milo: I walked down the lane of private residences nonchalantly, as if I had done it everyday. I didn't know if these houses would be the best, it would be hard to go unnoticed, but they would offer the most in one shot. I shared this with Cricket and waited for to see if he felt the same.

Cricket nodded. "I'm not much for private residences. Too much security. The only good part is that people don't expect as much crime around 'ere. In my experience, they figure it's safer, so they don't bother with much suspicion."

Milo: "Take your pick." I said gesturing to a row of promising houses.

Sparrow: The crew left in search of... whatever the hell they were looking for, I didnt care enough to know. Milo was better thankfully, but now that he was gone I kind of felt a little empty. I guess I didn't realize how much of an outcast I was in this group until I felt needed...

Emotions can Smynon-existentD. I hate feelings, they only stir up shit. I threw a block of wood at Angel and he woke with a jolt. "What was that for?!" He cried.
"Get up ya lazy bum." I pulled my knees to my chest.