Murders in the air

Amelia: "Thanks." I sighed, as he helped me up. I was to tired to argue or attempt to be sarcastic with him right now.

Ty: "Hey. You sleep alright?" I asked her, sitting up slowly.

Jessie: "Yeah," I yawned, and went into the bathroom we had to share, to brush my teeth, etc. I knew it would have been polite to ask how he had slept, but I didn't do what was expected of me, usually.

Damien: I nodded at her, still waking up.

Elliot: I rubbed my eyes and sneezed, a small sound.I got out of bed, seeing I changed the night before, into different boxer-type shorts and a t-shirt. Instead of leaving the room, I sat on the edge of my bed.

Damien: "Well we weren't murdered in our sleep. Score?"

Kal: "No problem," i said quickly and went to brush my teeth.

Elliot: "A definite score," I said, nodding and smiling. "Do you fall alseep with blasting music often?" I asked.

Damien: "Well, yeah, but you can't hear it as far as I know, since I'm using earbuds..."

Elliot: "Naw, it wasn't very bad," I said. I could only hear the hum of music in the background before I went to sleep.

Damien: "Cool, cool," I nodded, and looked around for my suitcase. I found it, and grabbed a clean t-shirt. I pulled off my old one, revealing my six-pack, then tugged on the new one, a blue color.

Elliot: When I saw his somach, I tried not to blush and my eyes shot to the floor. I knew it was probably obvious, but I couldn't help it.

Damien: I grinned. "Fan of my abs?" I chuckled good-naturedly.

Elliot: I looked up, biting my lip, notsure whether to answer or not. "Well I don't dislike them," I said, smiling a little.

Damien: "Aw, come on, usually girls freak over them," I teased with a wink. It wasn't true, girls didn't just fall all over them.

Elliot: "Do you want me to freak over them, cause I'm not feeling particularly freakish right now," I smiled.

Damien: "Nah, freaking gets annoying."

Elliot: "Oh okay," I smiled. "If you'll excuse me," I said, grabbing my clothes and trotting into the bathroom. I came back out in a yellow sundress and lace vest, smiling.

sound of madness?

Damien: I was flipping through sheet music on my bed, but looked up when she came out. "You're looking awfully pretty for us just being cooped up in here all day."

Elliot: He thought I looked pretty. I smiled and shrugged. "This is what all of my clothes are like," I said, raising my eyebrow.

Damien: "Huh," I shrugged and turned on my iPod again.

Elliot: I opened my laptop and started typing furiously, making a list of things. Not things in particular, but just... Things.

Amelia: I waited for him to finish in the bathroom, and arm of clothing in my hands.

Damien: "What are you typin'?"

Jessie: I came out of the bathroom, more refreshed-looking, with new makeup, clothes, brushed hair.

Ty: "You look nice." I noted, my sketch pad on the bed infront of me as i sketched with some charcoal.

Jessie: "Nice?" I muttered sitting down on my bed again. Most guys wouldn't use the word 'nice' to describe me. Hm. Maybe it was a good change.

Elliot: "Lists," I said. "It's better than being bored," I shrugged.