Oh God, so much panic!

Billi: I seperate the two girls and stand between them. "Go. now." i warn the band player.

Dina: I look at her and then back at my crushed headphones. "Cool your balls," I say as I stand up with my car keys in hand. There's gotta be a freakin music store around here somewhere. "I'm not one of your drama lackys. I'm just making sure we're understood."

Billi: "Just stay the hell away from my drama club. Got it?" I snarled at her.

Dina: I roll my shoulders. "Just as long as you keep your bitches in line, we won't have a problem, hm?" I toss her the bag of marshmellows and get ready to go. "Consider it charity. I'd feel bad if I thought I was the reason you starved to death. Although considering you'll be throwing them up anyway, its probably in vain. So make sure I get invited to your funeral, mmk?" I flash her a grin before walking off to my car. Stupid drama whore. She can't run everything. I slip in and turn to the most obnoxious rap song I can, turn it all the way up, and start backing out.

Billi: i glare at her and flick my wrist at her care tires, large spikey thorns coming out of the ground and putting a hole in one of the tires. I smirked and walked off.

Dina: I squeal as my car lurches forward and then stops all together, making me slap my head into the steering wheel. "Fucking-a," I murmur. I watch the ho saunter off, probably feeling all uppity now. I put my head on the steering wheel again and close my eyes, listening to the beats around me. "Now let's see, which one is yours?" I murmur. I grin when I find her heartbeat and then follow that rhythym to the brain. It's a melodramatic sound, like something from a clown-filled opera. My fingers tap out the beat on my pants and I grin. Now let's see what I can do. My fingers spasm and I watch her punch herself in the face. It's good...for starters.

Billi: I spin around and glare and Dina. I start up a sand storm around me and the car, making the sand pound aginst and scartch the car up. I made enough noise for her to loose my heart beat.

Dina: I curse and take a big breath of air. I throw open the door, brace myself against the sand. I open my mouth and let out an ear shattering scream, the booms throwing off the waves and making the sand fall to the ground. I cough and spit out sand just in front of her. "Are you done?" I say as I wipe my mouth. "I can go all day."

Billi: "Same here." I growled back at her.

(Totally want to come back to this... How should I? Sorry, i was gone so long because of NaNo)

Eh, well one of my charries and asueu13's were about to go at it. Everyone else is still around the fire.

Maybe you could interrupt the fight?

Name: Arlo Hess
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark blonde, wavy, skater cut
Eyes: Green, slightly upturned, large, pretty
Height/weight: 6'2/ 130lbs, muscle
Group: Marching Band (Section Leader)
Powers: Sensory deprivation, Bloodlust (extremely strong and fast when angry), and Chemical control

Name: Carmondie Locke
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hair: Long, light blonde hair, curly-- really curly, side bangs
Eyes: Hazel eyes with flecks of gold
Height/weight: 5'0/ 91lbs
Group: Marching Band (best friends with Arlo, likes him a little)
Powers: She can implode things with her mind, she has the ability to freeze time

Arlo: I stared blankly at the two (girls?) fighting. I wanted to step up and tellthem both to smarten up, but I knew Billi wouldn't bother listen to me. Those dramatics were to thick skulled to know how to have class in public. I sighed and turned back to the fire, seeing Carmondie walking towards them.

Carmondie: "Hey Dina, why don't you stay away from this slag and come hang out with me and Arlo?" I asked with a cheery smile. I was happy that I was known for being the "peace maker."

Dina: I glare at the drama ho, my fist clench. Let's see- my car was now fucked up, I had no headphones, and I'd be spitting up sand for the next three weeks. The only thing stopping me from kicking this girl's ass? "Hey, Car. Do you still have the headphones I left in your car?"

Carmondie: I nodded and tossed her the heavilydecorated key chain. "Yeah, and like seven other pairs you left." I fixed my bikini top and shorts, before following her to my car.

Arlo: I smiled past the girls and wished that I made friends as quick as Carmondie did. She had a natural gift for that kind of thing.

Dina: "So, before you even asked, I was trying to be nice this time. I got some marshmellows, passed them around. I even gave her the bag for fear that she would starve to death. I just had to make sure that she couldn't run me like one of her drama dogs." I smile as I pick out a heavy pair of green, pink, and black ones with monsters all over it. I slip them over my head and press play, letting Ready or Not blast through my ears. "I was a saint."

(*tackle hug* YOU'RE BACK YOU'RE BACK YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi renegade!)

Billi: I glanced at the bottom of my braid to see my hair on fire. I puffed it out, and walked back to the camp fire, ignoring the marching band.

Dimitri: "Girls can be so dramatic, cant they?" I asked arlo.

(O.O Miss me? )

Arlo: I nodded my head as Carmondie prance back and squished her 90lb frame between us with a large smile. Her blonde hair hung long and curly toward her waist.

Dina: "You're damn straight we are," I say through a mouth full of more marshmellows. I plop down on the floor and stretch. "But you act like it's a bad thing."

(yes i did. hense the tackle hug. ever going to go back to maximum ride?)

Dimitri: "It can make life..interesting." i laughed.

Arlo: I smiled and laughed, nodding. "Good interesting, though." I nodded at the girls and shrugged, grabbing some marshmallows.

Carmondie: I got up and knelt by the fire that had been started and was now raging. I shivered at the warmth.

Dina: "Precisely," I say through a mouth full of marshmellows. "Although my mom says I'm the teenage boy she's always wanted. Can't imagine why though." I take a gulp of soda and let out a burp.

Carmondie: i let out my bell laugh and laid back on the sand, looking at her, "nope, no clue." I grinned.

(Sorry about the terrible grammer. i have no motivation to fix it.)

Billi: I went for a walk along the shore line, letting the waves hit my feet.