CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

every body left me... :[

back!

Still here! Text me?

Hmm...I miss Winnie...

and Hah, can we get Sparrow and Winnie together sometime? I have a feeling they'd either love or hate each other xD it would be awesome

who is winne again?

Oh, I forget, have you met her? I think she's so far only been around when you're not here. But she's a sassy little street kid

shweet, maybe they'll have a little play date sometime lol
And cassie I kinda responded if u want u can post me back...

"Who's that?" Milo asked ami his brow furrowing.

Yay! xD

*waits around for something to do* La-dee-da...anyone have any charries open? If not I might just start monologuing here.

*walks up to camera* *knocks on it* Anybody home? *breaths on it and wipes it clean with my shirt* *peers into lense* Helllooooo?

Ami
"A friend...from the Institute..." I mutter at first. "But he's good! He helps me, i promise. He's like the others..." I pause, trying to word it right. "51 hadn't expected me to wake up for three more months; they hadn't finished my immune system or turned off my aging...so I have to go and get medicine for it..."

Wisp
I give a small smile. "Nice to know someone else is clueless..."

*begins to run out of things to say with Annaleah* Uhhhhh......

yeah, i'm outta ideas....... xD Beautiful! Toxic! Save us!

xD SOS! Make Brawne run into them or something! And where th' 'oly 'ell is Angel! HELP!

....where they go?

or Aloe!

I have no idea....they were on when i got back...

Crooks was reclined on the railing of an old indoor balcony like a cat on a fence, dangling a necklace off his fingers. His eyes were closed but he couldn't sleep. Too dark out. It could have been one in the afternoon and no sun would show through the moody cloak of rainclouds. So instead he just listened to the rain hammer on the roof, that and Quincy's occasional jabbering.

The door below thundered open. "Crooks!" A sopping boy sloshed up the broken steps. "Cr-Crooks! News!"

Crooks didn't open his eyes. "Let me guess. Somewhere there's a royal fairytale wedding, terrorists are out t' cause an apocolypse, and Elvis Presley is alive."

Quincy
I lean over the railing of the second floor to spy on the boy walking to the center of the grand hall. He had a small smile on and a triumphant glint to his eyes. So this had to be good....
" 'ere's some rumors about. Winnie's group o' misfits are sayin' that Cricket's back."
I raise an eyebrow. News indeed. I glance over at Crooks, carefully gauging his reaction.

Crooks opened an eye, then closed it again. "Ah. So not Elvis. That's dissapointing, right there. In th' meantime..." he turned his head to look at the boy, who he vaguely recognised. What was his name? The-Kid-That-Tells-Me-Stuff, that was his name. "Someone's always saying 'e's back," he muttered. "If you make me get up for a false rumor, you're in for it. 'Ave proof, kid?"

The boy's smile faded a little. "Ah, I--uh..." he quickly shook his head. "But they all swore."

Quincy
I give a sly smile. "C'mon, Crooks, give the kid a chance, at least." I chuckle, moving down the hall and peering out a window at the Bell Tower. Some movement in the windows, maybe? I never believed in those ghost stories... "There's a light in th' Tower window," i comment, sitting up on the window sill and pulling my hair back against the moisture of the rain.

"Ghosts at it again, are they?" Crooks said lazily. There hadn't been a light on in the Tower for a few weeks. Then again, its lightings had never been routine. "You're crazy, Quincy, I hope you know that." He paused. "I s'pose you want t'...investigate, aye?"

Quincy
My smile grows. "Of course, dear Crooks. You know I don't believe in any other ghost than myself," I call down, getting up off the window sill and going down the stairs. "Please, Crooks? It gets lonely..."

Crooks' pale eyes drifted to her, and he expressionlessly slipped off the railing. "You want me t' go with you, love?" His voice was gentle as he slunk torwards her, fleetingly showing a smile. "Out in th' dark rain?"

Quincy
I smile, tilting my head. "Crooks, all this sittin' around isn't good. Come, join me. Please? We might find a wonder or two."