C. D. - character development

"That's good to know," replies Skipper. She grabs Cassie's hand and leads her down the long gallery. "Come on! We can't lose him."

"Ok!" Cassie shouted as she tried to keep up with Skipper. Evan walked back into the gallery searching up and down the rows and trying not to get distracted by the art.

"Where is he most likely to go?" asks Skipper. "I don't know him very well."

"I don't know," said Cassie, shaking her head.

"This sucks," remarks Skipper. "We don't know where he went? Are you sure?"

"Probably where ever trouble is...something shiny...or food." said Cassie.

"Food? There might be some in the gift shop."

"Ok, let's head there."

((Okay, yeah, there really isn't much hope of me at catching up again at this point. There are just too many posts. But I gave it some thought, and I was thinnin' that my characters are already pretty well-developed.

So I'm going to start fresh and bring in a new character!

Book Title: Not sure yet
Name: Lezeil'ah "Leslie" Sairath
Age: She looks about 16, put it that way.
Physical appearance: She's about average height, and is on the thin side. Her fiery, red hair hangs to about her mid-back, and she has thick bangs that nearly hide her green eyes. She wears a plain, gray t-shirt, simple blue jeans, and white sneakers.
Bio: You'll just have to wait and see~!
Extra info: See above. I like to be mysterious.

So where is everyone, and what's going on? Can someone give me a basic rundown?))

Leslie
I coughed, fanning the smoke away from my face. Ugh, arcane spell failure. This was exactly why I preferred geometric, spell-circle magic to scroll and spellbook magic! Give me pentacles and runes any day.
"But nooo," I grumbled to myself, "Master says I should learn to use both kinds... Bah! Spellbooks and scrolls are for those cloudy bastards..."
I rose from my knees, brushing the charred remains of spell-scroll off my jeans. Now where was I? Blasted thing could've left me anywhere. This place sure didn't look familiar, that much I knew. I moved into the shadows cast by the building next to me, pressing myself to the wall. In this new terrain, I had to be prepared for anything.

We're on Skipper's planet looking for Dan-condog's character- other than that nothing much.

Grrr....invismort hasn't replied! Grrr.....

(WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT! WTF WHERE AM I?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?)

(Lol were looking for you or dan because you weren't with us)

(WAIT THERE IS THE MILITARY AFTER ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?)

(No just Cassie and Skipper....Evan stayed at the art gallery to look for you...and at the art hehe....why else would he volunter to stay there?)

(OK!)
Dan:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I scream running as fast as I can from a horde of totally ticked off aliens I didn't have the time to bow to. "Oh right, I can fly" I say to myself then I take off, "HAHA! Suckers!" I say flying up and out of the way.

"There he is!" shouted Cassie to Skipper, pointing to the sky.

(HEY REGRET! Does this planet have an airforce? )

((Of course, but they aren't going to attack some guy for having bad manners. Anyway, to take down a heavily armoured small, high-speed target such as Dan they would use surface to air computer-guided lasers.))

Skipper hides her face in her hands. "I don't know what we can do."

"Why?! WHY DOES HE ALWAYS LOOK FOR TROUBLE?!"

"It's a talent he has," replies Skipper.

"I'd call it more of a stupid, dangerous instinct."

"It's basically the same thing."

"What do we do now?!"

Skipper sits down. "I don't honestly know. Film it?"

"That was pretty funny," laughed Cassie.