The Box Chat.

(haha.)

England: I walked into the room, only to see France standing there, sipping wine with some guy. "What the hell are you doing here, you bloody git?!" I yelled.

France: "The same can be asked of you, you slimy pig!" I snapped.

Vane: "Oh boy..."

(You never answered my question...)

France: "I was perfectly happy without you coming in to spoil my fun! Why can't I ever have just one wine without you coming in and spoiling it??" I yelled.

England: "You disgust me, you're so full of yourself, Pretty Boy!"

hang on...

gh3325 wrote:"I wasn't anywhere near my sister when I died. And how come I'm still "here"...well...sorta..." said Andrew.

Grell: "Well, I don't know to be perfectly honest. And all of the souls I reaped were men and older women. No little girls."

"You two sound like Andrew and Ezra," Liz laughed.

(If there's Ireland you should bring him in)

"Fine." said Andrew. "Sorry for accusing you..."

Vane: "Um, guys? Chill?"

(different scene)

"I'm booooorrred." Winnie grumbled, scribbling doodles into the tile floor in Sharpie. Her almost-too-worn-to-wear sneakers had already been covered in marker to their highest capacity. "And you two tragic lovers cut it out. I want entertainment, but I'm too young for porno."

Cricket drew back from his small kiss, cocking an eyebrow. "If you think a peck on th' lips is porno, you're much more innocent than I ever thought." He continued to hold Annaleah's hand, despite the fact that he was blushing slightly. How had she even seen? Her back was turned.

Marley
I made a face as I walked over, hands in my pockets "Ew. Get a room, you two. Sheesh, there are kids in the area" I joked, rolling my eyes "Have some consideration for the /youth/, for pity sakes".

Cricket rolled his eyes overdramatically. "Don't pretend like you're not jealous," he joked. He looked back to Winnie. "And 'ow did you see, any'ow?"

Winnie shrugged and continued to draw a house into the floor. It was her perfect home, and inside she knew there would a mam and pap and a big room with walls that weren't falling apart at the seams. "Lucky guess," she muttered.

Marley
I rolled my eyes too, with a scoff "Trust me, bub, nobody's this good of an actor" I teased, pointing at my face "I'll be eaten by bunnies before I'm eaten by jealousy over all that" Though... maybe that wasn't quite true. I don't know, maybe it would be awfully nice to have somebody that cared, just for once. My thoughts were inturrupted by a sharp curse slicing through the air though, and when I turned around, I saw that 17 year old girl from earlier, I think her name was Clubs or Hearts or some card related thing, being pinned to the wall by her neck. Her attacker? Yeah, I'm sure I don't have to spell that part out

"F***!" Winnie yelled, picking up her sharpie and darting to...well, it would be safety, but where is safety in a white void with various props set there by the author? She'd learned long ago that it's not usually smart to risk your neck for others when you know you can't win.

Cricket's eyes widened before her shook his hair in his face to hide his expression. He stood, standing in front of Annaleah protectively. "I thought I told you t' get out of 'ere, bozo!"

Marley
My hand immidiately clamped over Cricket's mouth, but luckily, the Joker didn't seem to have heard "You're going to get us all killed! Just shut up for now until we think of a... heyyy... is that a crowbar he's holding?"

xD See? Most of Cricket's problems could be solved if he learned how to shut up.

Cricket tore away her hand, but took her advice. "Aye, and you sound like you've got a plan."

Annaleah watched silently, gears in her mind turning and worry swirling through her thoughts nonetheless.

Marley
I shrugged "Kinda, but right now my only plan consists of not getting hit by the friggen crowbar. What do you think he's doing, anyway?"

"Being Joker," Cricket answered shortly.

"If we could only get the crowbar away from him..." Annaleah murmered, but then he could still fight, even without his weapon.

Marley
Then the Joker flung the girl to the ground, and though we were too far away to hear what she was saying, she seemed to be saying something defiant, though scared out of her wits. Then the crowbar slammed into her gut, and I could hear her scream pierce the air

Winnie, who had been looking for someplace to esape to, finally resorted to dashing behind Cricket with Annaleah.

Cricket winced but took a step torward the scene. "Oi my my, someone's got t' do something." Though he didn't want that crowbar himself.

"Cricket, don't do anything stupid," Annaleah said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Not stupid, just...horribly underthought," he said, knowing that if he did think this through then he would probably do it anyway. Then it could be called stupid. In other words, better to do now what you could regret later, but would end up regretting no matter what. Before anyone could stop him he was standing a few yards away. He let out a shrill whistle. Time to improvise. He could at least be a distraction. Better him than someone else.

"Oi, what'cha doing? 'ey! Crick!" Winnie yelled after him, and then muttered, "Fu***** idiot's a gonner."

Spades
"Stop, please" I rasped out, weakly trying to stand as the crowbar hit me for the fourth time and I fell back again. I coughed out a small amount of blood, and was immidiately caught in another flashback of the punishments I used to recive from the Joker whenever I failed... the clown prince of crime just laughed "Begging now, little Ace? Oh, but why would I stop? This is just so fun. Besides, once a toy is broken, what is there left to do but to smash it to pieces?" He let out a laugh, smashing the crowbar against my shoulder. That's right, I was the broken toy, the discarded plaything. I screamed out in pain, when suddenly... there was a whistle? The Joker paused for a second, glancing around

Maybe he could stall enough time for everyone else to think of a plan. Hopefully the Joker liked to talk. Cricket was careful to keep his eyes hidden behind his bangs. "Pardon, gentleman, can't 'elp but be curious. Where did you get those scars?"

gh3325 wrote:"You two sound like Andrew and Ezra," Liz laughed.

(If there's Ireland you should bring him in)

No Ireland yet. But there's America, which would complete the Blond Trio.

England: "Remember it was America and I who saved your bloody ass from Germany all those years ago! I should've let him rip that scruffy goatee off your face and kick your ass off!"

France: "I'd rather him rip my goatee off than deal with your disgusting face!"

where'd you get those scars.... LOL

Robin
I drop down from the rafters and punch the Joker in the face when he's distracted by the other guy. "Weren't expecting that, huh?"

(Really? I got interested last night after I wrote that and found an Ireland...)

Ezra: Are they EVER going to bring back Dorian?