CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Cricket was about to shoo Winnie out the door when he heard a muffle of chaos from some indistinct room. He blew some hair out of his face. "For th' love of...'old on," he muttered, and left to see what the matter was. It took a little while to find the source of the noise, but he finally saw Sparrow leaving a room. He was about to ask her what the matter was, but she had that 'I-want-to-cuss-out-an-innocent-passerby' look on her face, so he decided against it and slid by unnoticed.

He took one look into the crumbled room. His expression suddenly resembled a parent in the grocery store, who turned away for one minute to look back and discover their toddler buck naked under an enormous pile of Frootloops. He facepalmed. "Oi my my. I leave for ten minutes and come back t' this. Who almost died, who's crushed emotionally, and above all, who started it?"

Marley
I finally slumped against a wall, closing my eyes. So tired... so lost. Bleh. Maybe I should just give up on this, cut my losses, and try to find my way back home... wherever home is, exactly.

Emily
"Ami had another relaps. Milo tried to stop her, I suppose. Lost his memory...". I glance over at Cricket. "Sparrow's determined to call him hers, Ami is sulking somewhere, trying not to interfere again...Sanae is looking too smug about all of this...". I sigh, looking back to Milo.

Cricket glanced around the blood-spattered tile, around to Milo, back to Emily. He cocked an eyebrow. "So...you're telling me that th' answer is 'yes.'" After another moment of thought he held up his hands as if waving a white flag. On the way to the door he muttered, "I need a vacation." Then he was gone.

(Dude...I feel like my creative muscles are all out of shape. I need to get back in gear...*writeswriteswrites*)

((So what's happening with Winnie?))

Oh yeah.

Cricket appeared again in the doorway, where Winnie was waiting impatiently. "A'right lassy. Ready?"

Lurkage :d

lol

wow......Toxic.....I just looged on, looked at your post. You posted at 8:46. I logged on at 8:47.....weeeeeiiiiirrrrdddd.

kewlio, wanna do somethin?

huh.

well. what now?

I dunno... could it be the next day?
I'm sad to see my old writing site has shut down its RP section, its weird >.<

erm. sure?

I dunno, what else would we do? Sparrow left the room, Emily is still with Milo and Milo's asleep.

Peter
"We're ready to go when you are," I said.

very true. i'm fine with it.

nuhhmmmmmm, maybe someone could wake him up cause of the whole you have a concussion thing.

er that?

Winnie blew a piece of hair out of her face and dragged them both out the door by the wrists. "Let's get out of 'ere. Crick, you live in a dump."

"Not my dump, old-time Luna's dump," Crick said. "I just sort of adopted th' place. 'aven't touched it much," he said, as they walked down yet another echoe-y hall. "In fact, some of these doors I 'aven't even opened."

and...the two of you disappear....... *sigh*

Peter
Senet and I both shook her hands off, following.
"Gods, this place is huge," I commented.

Cricket whistled something. "Aye, and t' this day I'm trying t' figure out what it was, back when it was in use. Church, theatre, 'otel, market...I've seen all that and more. Whatever it was, it was big and it was important."

Winnie glanced back at him. "Blah, blah, nobody cares about your 'aunted creep mansion thing. Let's get out of 'ere." She looked down the long, faded hall and shivered a little.

Peter
"I dunno," I said. "I personally find it interesting."
"Me too," Senet agreed with a grin. "Eet's fasceenateeng."

Winnie rolled her eyes, more concerned with getting to an exit. What were they talking about? The place was creepy! She felt like around every corner there was something that would jump out at her.

"Aye, it's fun t' just wonder about it sometimes..." Cricket said, with the afterthought of how much he also hated the place alongside the wonder.

Winnie tugged him along. "Come on!"

"Ah!" Cricket suddenly remembered. " 'ave you even met this lassy? Winnie. She's a...real charmer." He cracked a grin as she shot him a death glare.

Peter
"I can tell," I laughed. Then, to Winnie (and with a slightly wry grin), "Nice to meet you."