Braving the Elements: Part II (O/A) New characters welcome!

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Camille sobered her self, her face going blank as the gun wielding woman said they should split up. hat made sense, the group was rather large. Having a large group meant they were easier to find, that was one of the basic things you learned when hunting. This big of a group meant there were more likely to be deaths. She glanced at Galad before Sam jumped in grabbing a hold of the rats body. "Do you have a shovel I could borrow? It wont take long."

"Bodies leave trails..." she said flatly wanting to roll her eyes at the boy, if they didn't bury the body deep enough it would just rise to the top and get found, and that could lead a trail right to her, and she already had enough problems with the government. "We can just feed him to Rupert out back..." She gestured for him to follow as she moved around tabor, and towards the back door. even in the dark Rupert was clearly visible through the small window in the door, his "head swiveling towards the door as Camille opened it up. "Got some food for yu' " she said with a smile to Rupert glancing over her shoulder at Sam.

She probably could of helped carry Ward but, she really didn't feel like helping. Stepping outside of the house, she moved down the steps of the porch and over to Rupert, patting his stem just under his head, as if he were a pet.

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[[T a b o r. S c h w e r t.]]

"You've conquered fire, you've conquered ice, you've tasted blood, you've taken life. You're here
because you're one of us." - The Gears, Dethklok


The utter exhaustion of the last couple days weighed heavily on the group. Even Sam's normally energetic hair lay in limp layers upon his shoulders as he offered his services as grave digger. All Camille had to do was relinquish a shovel and it could have been done, but rather she insisted that they go the more grotesque route of feeding the man's corpse to 'Rupert'. Not only did she name her plants, but she fed them with visitors to her home. As much as it was a disturbing thought, she was right. There was no reason that they should risk leaving a trail when they were so weak and highly sought after. Sam and Camille picked up Ward's limp body and made their way toward the rear of the house.

Tabor didn't make eye-contact with either of them as they crossed him to make their way toward the backyard. Everyone was quiet, the only sounds audible to anyone were muffled footfalls and dripping from the bathroom that Jeremy was occupying and much less subtley, the squishy chomping as Rupert hungrily chowed down on Ward's remains. Tabor cringed at the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing, the acidic bubbling of the young man's dead body from within the carnivorous plant was almost enough to make him sick right then and there. At least the uncomfortable churning in his stomach was enough to keep him from bothering Camille for a meal at least for a few hours. He stood by Phoenix, giving in to the undeniable feeling that she was just about the only person in the room that didn't hate him at that exact moment. He made a mental note to lock the door tonight before settling into sleep, should anyone feel the need to heroically take out the cold-blooded killer while he was resting.

Sasha stood off to the side, her arms crossed and brow furrowed. It was getting out of hand, it was never supposed to be like this. She was mentally strategizing a plan to separate the group. She needed the ones she trusted to stick together so she could keep an eye on those who were more risky. Her dark eyes swiveled in the direction of Phoenix and Tabor. They were oddly quiet, especially from what she had read about the Fire User's famous mouth in her file. Something she hadn't read about was the apparent closeness between Phoenix and Tabor, it may prove problematic later on but for now she would allow them to remain together. There was work that needed to be done before she could begin implementing her final blow against the Organization. They were a very loosely held together group as far as she could tell. Serena wanted to leave as soon as any threat befell her beloved Kolby, Phoenix looked perpetually pissed off, Tabor apparently just got angry and killed people, and Jeremy seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The others of the group seemed equally as oblivious and headstrong. Samiel, for instance, was all too eager to help but would more likely than not end up dying a reckless death. Their host, Camille, seemed to be a strong woman but there was something off-putting about the convenience of her sudden appearance in their lives. With Lana and now Ward dead, the group was dwindling down to its core. Good.

"Phoenix, you must be confused about all this..." Sasha began in an exasperated tone, realizing that she would need to re-explain everything to the Fire User. It was getting so tedious that she wished she just carried around a manuscript of the operation and handed it out to every new User she encountered.

"Basically you, me, Serena and Jeremy are wanted by the corrupt government or something for...I guess being a nuisance. They were tracking us, probably still are and I guess they want to kill us or something. It's the same people who had you at the facility, you probably know more than we do." Tabor said, hitching up his jeans and resting his thumbs in the belt loops. The silence that followed was welcome. It might have been briefly awkward but at least it indicated that Rupert was done disposing of their unwelcome companion. "Sasha worked for them at one point but got away to get to us. I really don't know the details..." His voice suggested that perhaps Sasha didn't either. Really, she had told them very little and had just hoped they would follow her on good faith. So far, it had worked.

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She watched as Ward's limp body fell to the floor with a dense thud. It was one of those moments that was oddly satisfying and amusing. Similar to watching someone get slammed by a bus. To keep from chuckling, she swallowed and looked down at her feet. Phoenix's eyes followed Sam and Camille as they lifted the body from the floor with a slight smirk and madman laughter in her eyes. Camille was right about not leaving anything behind, but she had not expected her to mention a giant man eating plant. She couldn't help but wonder if it was of an alien species and would burst into song. Or ask his nerdy care taker to feed him all night long. Hell, she existed, why couldn't aliens? In the deathly quiet room, she could hear the bone crushing coming from Camille's bizarre backyard garden escape and her plant, Rupert. Phoenix brought her fingers to her lips and scanned the room to see if she was the only one getting a kick out of the entire situation. Nah, it was just her. Insanity was rearing it's beautiful,deadly head.

Upon being addressed, her eyes snapped up to Sasha. "I'm not," she said curtly.Phoenix wore the "Who the ******** are you?" look really well. Whoever the woman was, she was extremely cocky. Maybe she wasn't as smart as she wanted them to believe. Who would assume someone who'd been held captive in a government facility would be confused to what was going on? She knew the basics of what they wanted, but she was not sure about the direction they wanted to take their operations. Phoenix turned her head in Tabor's direction and listened as he summarized. " McCormick didn't say anything about knowing where you guys were. I'm guessing when you left the water village, they lost tabs. But, I'm more than sure that now that I'm out, they're tracking me, to get you." She wouldn't say anymore. The only people she would give information were Jeremy and Tabor, no one else could be trusted. Especially not someone who once worked for the people who now added a phobia to her list. She would never walk anywhere without rear view mirrors attached to her head.

Phoenix looked back to Sasha and then Tabor. " I'd really love to stick around and indulge in this conversation, but I'm gonna get some much needed sleep. Both of you should do the same." She turned for the stairs and ascended them." Or Sasha, you may need some fresh air. Must have been musty in that cave." The little woman continued on her way, up the stairs, down the upstairs hallway, and on a journey of searching for a room. She opened and closed a door or two before she found a room that hadn't been lived in for a while. She flicked the light on and smiled to herself. A bed! She hadn't seen one that looked this damn good since...since she was a child! After all the years of sleeping on a sofa at her brother's place because her bed was a piece of crap, she was rewarded with a decent bed.In a single stride, she crossed to the bed and ran her hand over the soft linen. She caressed it like a long lost lover, promising a good night.




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Samiel Kalba
Samiel helped Camille carry Ward's body to the plant, as he watched the giant plant eat their late companion he was struck in two minds. The first on the obvious moroseness of the situation, even though Ward had ultimately caused Lana to die it felt like a little extreme way to be disposed of. The second was of the subtle beauty and intrigue of the plant, he had never seen the like before and it just begged further study however he was quite sure Camille would be against him dissecting it and so put it out of his mind and contented himself with running a hand over one of it's leaves as it ate. As if almost in response to this pain shot through his hand again and he let out a small hiss his teeth gritting.

This sensation ate at him for a few minutes as he rejoined the group to hear their plans. Suppressing a smile he looked from Phoenix to Sasha as they exchanged words "This is going to be interesting if we do manage to stick together." he thought looking then to the others. His gaze lingered on the closed bathroom door and he shook his head slightly "Guess he needs some alone time." went across his mind before he turned back to the group hearing Phoenix talk about sleep, nodding as she walked off he waited a little then followed in the same direction looking into a separate room. It was a bit dusty and had a slight smell of dank, from the look of it it was a game room but what really pulled his attention was a small fold out couch which he quickly grabbed and unfolded flopping down onto the soft surface almost instantly going to sleep from exhaustion.

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"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink. I'm so tired, my mind is on the brink." - I'm So Tired, The Beatles


It didn't matter how dire the situation was or what sort of horrible events were taking place, Phoenix always had a way of making everything into a sarcastic remark. It was her gift, though it often proved to be everyone else's curse. Her nonchalant attitude was bordering on psychopathic, but at this point in the game, no one was surprised. Tabor quickly got over the dead body disposal and as soon as the midget mentioned sleep, he realized just how tired he was. Everything hurt, he was sore in places he didn't know he had. The residual pain in his shoulder ebbed at the edge of his awareness, the most resounding pain of all was from his head. Right between his eyes, deep inside of his skull, there was a steady throbbing. It was magical overuse, he was sure of that, but it had never been this bad before. He made a mental note to talk to Jeremy about it, though he doubted the Air user would have much advice for him. It always just seemed like a good idea to ask Jeremy about things, especially now that their other voice of reason in Lana had been snuffed out.

Tabor watched as Phoenix ascended the stairs and he nodded a goodnight to Sasha, ignoring the others and followed after her shortly. Of course she had chosen Camille's father's room. He rolled his eyes and checked the other rooms. There was a closet, a bedroom littered with a mountain of old antiques and clothes in boxes, Sam was fast asleep on a couch bed in another room, and then of course there was Camille's room. With a moment of hesitation, he pushed open the door to the claimed room and saw Phoenix give him a dirty look from her place near the bed.
"Shove over, no way in hell I'm sleeping with the Amazon." He said, the roughness of his voice was clear evidence of his exhausted state. Never had a bed looked more welcoming, and all that stood in his way was an irritable dwarf. He closed in on the bed and laid a hand on it. It might as well have been made from silken clouds, sewn together by the nimble fingers of angels. The heaviness in his head was almost unbearable, especially when he was so close to the restful night of sleep that he so sorely needed. "I won't bother you, I promise." He pleaded as he pulled back the coverlet and made it clear that he wasn't waiting for her to grant permission.

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The little pyro took a seat on the bed and reclined, staring at the ceiling with little interest. The bed not only looked comfortable, it was comfortable. Her back and other aching joints sighed in relief as she relaxed. She'd never known something that wasn't liquor or steak could be so great. Phoenix was definitely gonna let the neighborhood kids have at her old mattress and replace her old one. Was it possible to smuggle this one out of the house? Probably not, she'd be plant food. Before she got too comfortable lying across the bed, she kicked off her shoes and removed the shirt she hadn't wanted to put on. She didn't want to overheat in her sleep.Her eyes grew heavy and she inhaled deeply, ready to drift into dreamland. Just as she was almost asleep, she heard the door click open.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, she raised a sleepy eyebrow at the man in the doorway. What the hell was he doing in here, couldn't he find somewhere else to sleep? Like a nice comfy couch, or the floor? She was far too tired to say anything.Phoenix stood,moved to the other side of the bed to make room for him, and resumed her rest where she left off. She lay on her side with her back to him. At this point, she didn't care about being in the same bed with him, she just wanted to sleep." Just shut up and get in the damn bed." She closed her eyes and sighed. God, this bed is heavenly,was the last thought she remembered before drifting asleep.

Overlapping Ostrich Crotches::. Short post, maybe because I'm actually about to pass out right nao...




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Alex raised a eyebrow as the faint words met his ears, the girl wasn't in sight yet but he could easily here her whispers? His mind shuffled through the possibilities landing on air. Most likely she was just someone camping out, but her emotions, they were wrong. She appeared in his vision in all her white glory, from her hair to her pale complexion to her white skirt. She seemed to glow in the night. He stared at her staying silent for a few minutes until she repeated herself, this time the words not echoing through thee wind, maybe it's nothing maybe she was closer then i thought, he thought silently to himself before sighing, and starting to pull his aura back in towards himself.

"Are you alright?" he asked as she rubbed her eyes, most likely wiping away tears. He took a step forward, towards the girl, expanding the tendril of his aura that was still connected to hers, wrapping it around her so he could get a better read, he just hoped she wasn't a air elemental, and if she was that she wasn't one of those telepath's. If she was she most likely already knew what he was doing. He slowly tuned the tendril to her aura, sort of like tuning a piano or guitar, fixing the vibrations in it, so that there wouldn't be any sense of intrusion when he finally got down to what he normally did with strangers, controlling her emotions.

Minute embarrassment and sadness and all the other emotions that's surrounded the two coursed through to his aura, with out thinking about it his head tilted to the side as he looked at the girl. It was just plane weird to him that she was upset out in the woods at night, granted it hadn't been dark for to long now but it was still dark.

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"Oh when she layed beside me everything went black 'cause I've seen the strangest things." - Touch Me, Soundgarden


Tabor was mildly surprised when Phoenix so humbled acquiesced to his request. In fact he was sure she would give him a sarcastic backlash and he would end up sleeping on the floor like a dog. The current circumstance was far nicer. In fact, he was too tired to do anything but kick off his boots and crawl into bed. As he relaxed into the soft linens, he felt all the tension and stress in his bones begin to dissipate into sweet bliss. The knots in his back began to loosen and the pounding in his head lessened as he lay his tired head onto the pillow. All the death and destruction of the last 24 hours began to melt away, replaced only by warmth and comfort. It just so happened that half of that warmth was just radiated off of Phoenix, but Tabor wasn't about to complain about the little furnace.

His breathing steadied to a light snore as he became unconscious of it at all, the slow rotating of the dark world behind his eyelids lulled him into a sense of tranquility that he hadn't felt in a long time. For once he was able to push the thought of tomorrow out of his mind and just envelope himself in the comfort of now. It wasn't long at all until he was completely out for the night, no amount of noise or disturbance was able to break through his wall of sleep.

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Sasha watched as one by one the group ascended the stairs in search of a bed for the night. She wasn't tired. In fact she was on edge and didn't doubt that sleep wouldn't find her at all this night. That was just as well, she had a lot to think about. Settling herself onto the couch, she began to consider her current plan. They were harder to control than she had thought they would be. Phoenix especially had a very independent bitchery to her that was already beginning to get on Sasha's nerves. As much as it was a good thing that she had the whole group together, she couldn't help but begin to feel panicked. Never had she thought it would be so easy to get Phoenix. In fact she had been stalling it for the sheer fact that she didn't have a clear plan in mind.

The Organization's plans were never clearly explained to her, in her low level position. She was an interrogation assistant at best, and a glorified receptionist at absolute worst. The others believed she knew much more than she did. The truth of the matter was that she only knew what she had discovered in her final days in the Organization. Even then it was only what she had overheard her superiors discussing and then what she managed steal from the file. She found the files for each of the Threats and was able to figure out enough about them to get them to trust her. She was at the end of her rope, though. At this point she wanted to protect them and find out more about the Organization's mysterious intentions.

Valhalla was the epicenter of interest for the Organization. They wanted to destroy the place, there was a threat there that they wanted gone, no matter the cost. Sasha would go there along with her group and discover what was hidden there that had the Organization so nervous about the execution of their plan. There were details to be worked out, there were always details...but for now she felt content in at least knowing where she was heading.

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No tears came. Though the lump in her throat never left. Someone in another room she heard Ward wake up shortly following Tabor's yelling. Whatever was going to happen next wasn't going to be good. Serena gathered herself as quickly as she could and went over to Kolby. “Go upstairs, quickly, occupy yourself, actually, take a quick shower okay?” Her words, frantic, short and worried. She didn't want Kolby witnessing or hearing a murder, which Tabor seemed to be alluding to now. Kolby didn't fuss, he understood her, he could read her emotions so clearly, he knew exactly what was happening, but he just turned and went to the nearest bathroom and took a shower.

Satisfied that now the water was running and that Kolby wouldn't hear... Serena peek her head into the room where everyone seemed to be. Ward lay limp with Tabor towering over him. The only thing she could think was how much Tabor was a killer. 'Once a killer, always a killer.' He hadn't changed. Serena hadn't notice she was staring at Ward's now soulless eyes until Sasha spoke her name. Tearing her eyes away from the body, she looked at the Russian. The plan was fine with her, as far away from Tabor as possible, sounded good to her. And since now Jeremy and herself were now on speaking terms, it wouldn't be so terrible.

Camille mentioned feeding the body to her plant. 'These people are seriously ******** up.' She thought, walking away now. Kolby had found his way to a room, it was decent sized and would work just fine. Serena walked in and Kolby spoke before she could. “I'm all clean now. I even kinda sorta brushed my teeth. But I promise I used mouth wash.” he grinned at her and then rubbed his eyes. Serena sat on the side of the bed that he was on and gave him a big hug. “Kolby, why are you so darn good?” “Heh! Serena, I can't- I can't breathe!” Serena didn't pull away at first, laughing a little. “I'm sorry, Kol. Just... Promise me something. Don't let these guys influence you. They aren't good people. But you.. you are just so good-” She hugged him again in the same suffocating manner. Kolby flailed his arms to over exaggerate his condition. When she pulled away she ruffled his hair and told him to go ahead and go to bed. And that she would be back in a bit. He almost instantly flopped down on the pillow and told her to turn the light out.

Serena walked over to the staircase and noticed to auras in one room, Jeremy and Sam? Serena held back a laugh when she realized that Jeremy's aura was softly whistling elsewhere. Tabor and Phoenix. 'Well, it only seems natural,' she thought and walked down the stairs and headed towards the shower. Sure, she could take them anytime she wanted, but there was nothing better than soap.

Exiting the shower, she dried off completely in a manner of a second, and removed her clothes from the sink. Which she had let soak in soapy water. After one last rinse, she put on her semi clean clothes and snuck back up stairs, which she noticed that almost everyone was asleep except for Sasha and possibly Camille. Whatever happened to that one air user? Oh well. Once in the room, Kolby's snores were audible, though not obnoxious thankfully. Serena slid in bed as soundlessly as possible to not jostle Kolby. She didn't know if this bed was built by angels, or if she was just desperately tired, but Serena fell asleep with ease.

I am no exception.

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Jeremy.Grayson

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Jeremy ran slender fingers through his damp hair once more, and decided he was as composed as he was going to get. He missed his glasses as much for how they would have hidden his reddened eyes as for their aid to his vision. After only two days, he had already all but forgotten what it was like to see clearly. Action dilated time oddly. The effect of his perception on the passage of hours made him doubly unsure of how long it would be before the rawness of grief scarred over and he stopped feeling on the edge of crying constantly, but he thought right now he could speak well enough to not completely humiliate himself. Torn shirt dirty jeans inexpertly doctored cuts and bruises livid against his pale skin; he was not at his most attractive right now, but he was clean, and not sobbing, and that was unfortunately the best that could be hoped for. He could not justify hiding in the bathroom for longer than the hour or more he had already spent, however much he craved privacy. Besides, he couldn't even hear voices from outside anymore.

Warily, he lowered the shields on his aura-sense, and let the music of his companions leach back into his head, reflexively setting a name to each of the tunes. Sam, Pheonix, Tabor, Serena, Kolby, the earth woman who had offered them sanctuary. The other stranger was absent, as were Adele and Ward. Should he be worried about that? They were not integral to the group. Perhaps the pale air wielder had simply taken her patient beyond the range of Jeremy's senses. He was not at his best now, magically speaking, still a little psychically deaf from the beating Sam's magic had given him.

He opened the door, padded softly down the hall. The living room was almost empty, except for Sasha, seated on a couch and staring off into space; everyone else must have dispersed, for private conversations or slumber. Water ran in the other bathroom, upstairs. There were no other sounds of movement.

Jeremy cleared his throat, worried the Russian woman might attack if too suddenly jolted out of her reverie. “Did everyone else go to sleep?” It could not possibly be later than eight, but he understood the urge for rest. Hunger and tiredness warred within him, engaging in infrequent skirmishes with the pain of his injuries and the pounding of his head for the prize of his attention. He hadn't eaten since, oh, yesterday morning, but he did not think that would be enough to keep him awake. He had never cared much about food. “I suppose I'll find a floor... I take it our host didn't assign us rooms.” He took a few steps before realizing he was unconsciously moving towards Sam, but asking to sleep with the fire wielder, even in the clearly platonic sense Jeremy would intend it, might not go over well. Not to mention Tabor would get even more insufferable... Altogether more trouble than it was worth. He deliberately turned aside, tried a different door. Anywhere with the lights off and no hostile magic would do. Something soft to lie down on preferred but not required. A room no one else was using. He didn't trust himself not to cry, if his thoughts dwelt too long on the events of the day, and he knew he wouldn't have nightmares.

His logic was sound, and he payed lip service to the sensible by wandering the house for a few minutes, but when he did fall asleep, it was sprawled quietly on the floor of the room Samiel had found, where he could hear the other man's slow breathing.

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Adele Rose Lilliette
"We rode on the wind, became a whistle, and ended up in an unknown place." -'Illusion'


Adele had felt a strange disturbance in the air. Something was off and, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, it wasn‘t the most comforting thing. Just as she felt whatever it was wrapping around her, she couldn't sense it any longer. After being stumped for a moment, she attempted to shake it off. She listened closer to what he had been saying, a flush coming to her face, wondering if he had noticed she was crying. The girl did her best to dry and remove the tears with a cool wind that left her shivering a bit.

"I'm fine-" she gave the boy an artifical smile "-just being a little childish." She sighed quietly and looked around a bit, feeling a little lost. As much as she knew it was dangerous to be wandering around, she couldn’t bring herself to go back to the cabin which she, admittedly, couldn‘t do if she wanted to considering she wasn‘t even sure of what direction she came from. The wind had already told her he had a camp set up, but… How could she ask? Perhaps she should just ask for directions.

She glanced down to her shuffling feet for a moment.

Adele took a few steps closer so they were close enough to properly hear and see each other, though she still wasn't sure if the boy was interested in conversing. “Um…” She swallowed. “I-I don’t really know my way around the area… could you please tell me how to get to a road headed toward Valhalla?” Yes, that would have to work. She didn’t trust herself trying to ask for a place to stay, and it wasn’t like she knew the man anyway, so it seemed to make the most sense. Even so, she could feel her stomach growling, the minor fatigue, and just the same guilty and disgusted feeling from before. All of it was creeping up, but she’d have to deal with it until she reached the little shop, she figured.


“A whirl enchanted us 'til the darkness took over. I clenched my teeth; we’re back to the usual place again.” -‘Illusion’

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Phoenix was usually such a light sleeper, able to hear or feel anything. Not this time. She slept like the dead. It was a heavy sleep without any haunting dreams or memories to occupy her dream bubble. Her mind was completely blank as she slept, a good thing considering the fact that her sanity was beginning to slip away from with each paranoid thought, horrifying memory, and her dreams that were a collection of paranoia and nightmares. She didn't need to resolve anything in her own mind anyway, being alone with herself would drive her even more over the edge. She'd turn into a murderous monster who eliminated anyone who crossed her, if she wasn't already one.

The pryo slept for a few good hours, only stirring when her internal clock decided it was nearing the time for her to wake. She inhaled deeply, keeping her eyes closed, as if trying to fight the urge to wake. The bed was so comfortable, she'd hate herself for leaving it. It provide the right amount of firmness and softness in the right areas, all her aches and pains melted away in her slumber. She rolled over and covered her head with the sheet. Five more minutes.., she told herself. Knowing she would never get back to sleep, she kicked her leg out in frustration. A frown formed on her face when her foot made contact with warm fabric. She snapped her leg back to where it had been and opened her eyes. She scanned the figure from underneath the sheet. A fully clothed man...in bed...with her? Not possible! Throwing the sheet from over her head and rolling over onto her back, she sat up and looked down at the man beside her. Oh... She remembered. She had the urge to smack him in the face with a pillow. It would be so childish, but oh so satisfying!

Phoenix stretched, her stiff limbs cracking a bit, and sleepily rubbed at her eyes before slipping out of the bed and stretching again. Sunlight peeked through the curtains in the window, the floating particles sparkling in the rays. She sauntered to the window and pushed the curtains aside, the house was surrounded by trees. They were pretty much in the middle of ******** nowhere, in an Amazon's, who happened to own a large man-eating plant, house. The scene had horror movie written all over it! All the signs lead to imminent death! She glanced over to Tabor and closed the curtains. Picking up her shirt and shrugging it on, she walked past the bed and crossed the room to the door, pausing there. She looked back to Tabor again before smirking. Striding to the side of the bed, Phoenix reached over him to grab a pillow and whacked him in the face with it. Only a few more seconds and...She made a mad dash for the door and headed down the stairs.

The house was quiet. Looking up at the grandfather clock in Camille's living room, she saw that it was only half past nine. Obviously, she was the only one awake and moving around. Shrugging, she moved into the kitchen only to realize that she didn't feel comfortable enough to rummage through the woman's cabinets in order to find something to eat. That seemed to be something she saved only for Roger. He was the only person whose house she'd barge into just to ransack his kitchen...and annoy him. It was a sibling thing. A close sibling thing. She'd never do that to Jason. Where the hell was he anyway? She hadn't seen him in years! He went to one of Roger's New Year's parties about three years ago, but she really hadn't talked to him since. He always was the quiet one...She shook the thought out of her head and returned to the foyer. Sighing, she took a seat on the third stair from the bottom and leaned her head against the railing. The Amazonian b***h seriously needed to get her a** out of the damn bed. Her and the others hadn't eaten in days!

Or maybe that was how she liked them. Nice and scrawny, weak and willing...She had a plant to get rid of the evidence!

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"Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel was just a freight train coming your way." - No Leaf Clover, Metallica


It had been the deepest most peaceful sleep he had ever had in his life. Nothing but pure energy and serenity filled Tabor's strained and painful frame. That is, it had been the best sleep of his life until he was hit by what might as well have been a train right in the face and was rudely awakened. A flash of bright red light lit up the space behind his eyelids when the foreign object impacted into his unsuspecting face.

He groaned and snapped opened his eyes quickly, finding himself nearly blinded by the intensity of the light that had seeped into the room. He felt the offensive pillow sitting innocently by his shoulder and tossed it aside, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. It took him a moment to remember where he was and why he was so damn comfortable. The events played last came back to him in a wave of understanding and he turned his head, no surprise that the rogue midget was gone. There were two possibilities of where the pillow had come from. It was either Phoenix being a child, or Phoenix being an obnoxious child.

Getting up slowly, his body screamed at him in protest over leaving the nest of comfort. As much as he would have loved to sleep in a little more, the gnawing pain in his stomach simply would not allow such a luxury. It felt like it had been ages since he had a meal. It was definitely at least 24 hours, maybe more. He stood up, tensing up his muscles to stave off the light-headed feeling that came along with standing up too quickly. This time the light-headedness didn't completely disappear but more so waited in the wings and wore a hat labeled 'low blood sugar'.

He walked down the stairs, his heavy footfalls sounded ominous as he made his way into the kitchen where he found Phoenix.
"Thanks for the ******** wake up call." He muttered. She had the same look about her as a cat sitting desperately near it's bowl, willing to purr for her breakfast. Obviously she wasn't obnoxious enough to just start helping herself to their host's bounty. Lucky for her, Tabor was.

Immediately he started rummaging through cabinets and the refrigerator. She had a surprising amount of normal food. There were a few fleeting moments when Tabor was faced with organic wheat germ in the fridge that he thought he was going to have to go outside and kill something just to survive. Luckily behind that was a package of bacon so all was confusion was quickly forgiven. He gathered whatever suitable ingredients he could find and once he cursed enough to figure out how to turn on the stove, he got to work cracking eggs and frying bacon. No one would expect that Tabor could cook, they were only half right. Anything that required precision and patience was lost on him, but something so ridiculously simple as pancakes or fried eggs he considered himself a master at.

No doubt the smell of food would draw the others to their position in no time at all so Tabor plated up two servings of bacon, eggs and pancakes. He pushed one toward Phoenix.
"If you tell me you're a vegetarian, I'll be forced to mercy kill you." He said and started in on his own plate.