CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Milo: "When we're with the others they see as foolish kids caught up in something artificial. It means something else to me. I see you as someone I don't want to lose. Someone whos hand needs to be in mine, simply for my own selfish benefit."

Sparrow: I laughed and leaned into him. "For your own selfish benefit huh? I think I can live with that," I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"I dont want to lose you either,"

Milo: "Well, thats nice to hear." We reached the door, and she sighed. "Hm?" I asked.

^AWWWW!!!!

hehe

Sparrow: I had almost forgotten about the cold. I shivered and looked at the door. Then back at Milo. I didnt want to go back inside to people who didnt really like me or even really want me around, though I knew I eventually had to.
Milo shivered too, but it didnt seem to bother him. He was just watching me. I knew that look. It was the look of someone who was really seeing you, from the inside, out- and not from the outside in. "What?" I asked shyly, pulling loose hair behind my ear.

Milo: "I dont want to go in either." I said as I pushed open the door and pulled Sparrow in behind me, resting my hand on the small of her back.

(What's the place look like? An apartment or little house or what?)

Sparrow: The appartment was warm and the change in temperature made me break out in shudders. I stayed close to Milo, praying to be warm or at least not shivering like he was. It was actually really wearing me out to shake like this.
"Which is my room?" I asked no one in particular.

[[appartment on the bottom floor]]

Finn looked up at them in greeting, and glanced at their interlocked hands. He shrugged.

Cricket barely noticed them. His hair was hanging in his face. He couldn't pin a name on what he was feeling. Home sick? Maybe. But not for Luna. Luna had never been home. More of a shadow of where home used to be. Images flashed through his memory. Masks. Guns. Blood in the water.

Milo: I peeked in one "This is empty."

Sparrow: I smiled at Finn but Cricket looked preoccupied. I pushed open the door. Shit if this wasnt a damn tiny room. There was an airmatress on the floor that took up most of the floor, the rest was a couch and a bookcase.
I shuddered again as I stepped into the room, looking for the switch.

brr....is anyone else freezing to death? No joke, Windchill is -40 degrees over here. And my heater broke! I'm a jacksicle!

Sarah
"I'm happy with the floor..."
Mike frowned down at me. "Sarah..."
"Come on, now, Sarah. You should at least get some decent rest." Marnie said to me.
"Aims has yet to come back," Emily murmurs.
"She's on the roof..." I say before curling up on the floor. "Just get me a blanket, i'll be fine."

Milo: "Sarah, take the couch, I'll grab the floor." I let go of Sparrows hand.

Cricket hadn't heard a word of what anyone was saying. He suddenly stood up and coasted to the door. "I'm gonna get some air," he muttered.

"Crick?" Finn started, but the door shut before he could get another word out. Was he crazy? It was freezing out there...but Cricket liked to be alone sometimes. Finn leaned back against the couch. Let him go.

Mike
She grumbles and i chuckle, pick her up like she was nothing and set her on the couch. "I don-need it..." But she's asleep in a second. I simply shake my head and wrap an arm around Marnie.
"She's such a stubborn girl," she giggles quietly.

hehe...they're such a cute couple XD

Milo: I settle down and lean my head back against the wall. I fall asleep two minutes later.

Cricket didn't notice the cold, just stood there and looked down at the snow at his feet. It was so delicate, lovely...alien. He sank down against one spray-painted brick wall and tried to shake the thoughts away. He absentmindedly began to whistle a soft tune to himself that he had never heard before.

Ami
I knew that whistling. I look down from the roof a moment and fly down. Mo flies up to Cricket, chimes to him before flying back to me, going a few circles around me, and taking off a different direction. i watch him smiling. "Curious little thing..." I look up at the stars a moment. His home was up there, somewhere...

Cricket watched Mo go and then his eyes flitted to Ami, then followed her eyes up. The one thing that was utterly familiar. Somewhere out there, Luna was underneath the same sky. Maybe Annaleah, too...Annaleah. He didn't like to think about her, either, for the sole reason that thoughts of her always trailed off into thoughts of her family, and at the end of that hung a noose. He paused his whistling to mutter out a quiet "Oi my my."

Mo blinked back and sped up to him. He whistled himself.
I smile. "Finally show your voice, hm?"
Mo blinked rapidly at him, his yellow orbs blacking out each time.

Cricket blinked at Mo, then the sides of his mouth pulled into a quirky half-smile. "Your blob just said 'what are you' in my language."

He blinked.
I laugh. "You'll find he has more questions then me."

Cricket smiled, then leaned back against the wall. "Well, Mo, you're looking at the luckiest or unluckiest idiot in the world, depending on how you see it. Me, I just call myself Cricket, but that's just me." His smile faded slightly, and some of his hair fell in his face again.