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There comes a time in every life when one finds themselves at a place that is neither here nor there, but somewhere in between. If you find yourself at that place, this is where you should post.

And so Julius found himself in an ambulance, rushing at indeterminate speeds though the city of Delmore. He had awoken with a jolt, as the ambulance had gone over a rather large pothole.


“Hey there buddy, how you doing?” said the EMT leaning over him. He was a young man with bright green eyes and long brown hair that looked good on him. He also had a slight country drawl. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it unusual to hear, here on the coast. “You were pretty well gone there for a while there pal, but you're back now… Obviously”, he said with a slight chuckle. “Your friends from the department packed you some clothes here… awfully kind of them. I didn’t mean to pry, but the bag kinda fell open as it were and all your things spilled out. I picked that all up and saved them, but I saw what you had in there. Mighty strange if you ask me that a man such as your self, bring along a tux, a Cain, a mask, a tye-dye pair of sweatpants, and Billy Joel shirt, but then again, to-each-his-own, as the saying is.” The young man had been unhooking Julius from the various medical devices and do-hicks which he had formally been attached. When Julius inquired as to why he was doing so, the young man explained that he was right as rain, and therefore didn’t need them any more. Suddenly, the man, whose name tag proclaimed him to be “Jimmy”, did a double take.

“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit… you’re Julius Burns!!! Hey Bobby guess who your driving back here, Juliu-” That was all Jimmy managed to get out before Julius kicked him in the face, which knocked him out. He felt genuinely sorry about this. Jumping up Julius grabbed a syringe filled with tranquilizer, and threw it at Bobby. It hit Bobby right in the neck. He slumped over and immediately after the ambulance ran off the road and smashed into a ditch. A matter of seconds later The Dramatist emerged from the ambulance. He needed answers.

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The sloshing of the water beneath the tires rhythmically matched the Japanese pop music pounding the 15-year-old's ears. She knew that she looked asleep and knew her dad, who was driving was too busy to talk to his wife, with the water under the wheels. Sighing, she opened her eyes and immediately shut them; the sun was too bright.

"Alma, dear, you awake?" her mom asked from the passenger seat.

"I've been awake, Mom," Alma groaned and turned down the music, realizing a conversation was inevitable, "What is it?"

"You've just been so quiet back there..."

"I'm listening to music," Alma moaned as she stretched, "You don't always talk when you listen to music via headphones."

Her mother sighed, and turned to talk to the father unit. Driving on a sandbar was no where as exciting as Alma had expected. Then again, nothing excited the girl as it use to. Even getting the Cranium-Sweets headphones before the car ride hadn't excited her as much as she had pretended to be. She had been happy, just not as happy as a relatively normal person would be.

Settling back into the amazingly uncomfortable seat of the car borrowed from the government, Alma turned to look at her cats beside her in their carriers. They had finally fallen asleep. She didn't think she could stand another kitty chorus of "Let us out! Let us out!". Sighing as the music shifted into christian rock, the girl fell asleep.

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Alma slid into the bus seat and tried calm herself down. On the way to the bus stop, a mailbox had decided to regurgitate all of its mail, three road signs received identical bends in their poles, and a tree shaped like a blue-footed booby decided to shift itself into a satsuma. Groaning, she rubbed her eyes and leaned back. She really needed to get her powers under control.

As stops to various place flew by, the goth sighed and vaguely realized people were avoiding her. It didn't matter, conversations were a pain nowadays. Shrugging, she pulled on her headphones and waited til the bus slowed to its next stop. Alma stood up and got off the bus, not even realizing where she had decided to end her traveling.

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'I love him to death but I swear I am going to kill that boy when I see him!' Serenity Thorne was on a train heading towards some new place called Delmor. She didn't really know much about it except that her best friend had moved there and he never called her. 'It's not like it's that hard to pick up the phone!' Serenity had never really known anything beyond the small Vermont town of her youth. Her guitar and only bag of clothes occupied the seat next to her. She feared that if she sat next to an actual human being that she would assault them with all of her problems. This didn't stop her from talking to the people around her. Across the isle was a girl who looked to be about college age. Serenity figured she traveled alot for school, maybe she would know. "Excuse me, do you know how long the ride is to Delmor?" she asked with a smile. She loved meeting new people.

The girl who had had her bespectacled face buried in a large text book took her nose out and looked around to find the source of the voice. Seeing Serenity, she smiled back, the worry falling from her face. "Your going to Delmor? That's going to be a long trip. This train doesn't go all the way either."

"It doesn't?" 'Why hadn't Lara told me that. I bet she just assumed that I'd call her when I reached the end of the line.'

"No. You've got to get off at East Station and then catch a bus to Trees Borrow where you then get on a ferry which will take you to Delmor. I take it from the surprise on your face that you didn't realize the trip would be that long," the college girl giggled a little at Serenity's shock.

Reattaching her jaw, Serenity replied, "No, no i didn't. I'm from a small town in Vermont. I've never really been outside of it. I don't have a grasp of how big the world is."

The girl laughed. "Yeah it is quite big out here once you leave home. I commute two hours to and from school everyday by train. But as far as small towns go, Delmor is one of the smallest. Nice place to visit in the summer, but I wouldn't want to live there. May I ask why your taking such a long trip?"

"My best friend moved there and he hasn't called me since he moved over a month ago. So I'm going to kick his a**." The college girl was amazed at the amount of cuteness in Serenity's voice as she delivered the threatening statement and thus passed it of as she was joking. But Serenity was indeed going to give Cael what was coming to him.





And then she would probably give him a hug.

Serenity loved to travel. She loved to see new places, meet new people and enjoyed the feeling of doing something exciting. She even enjoys it at the time when things go wrong, for example when she finds out that the layover between the train and the bus on the way to Delmore is eight hours. After she had finished cursing at all of the travelers in her vecinity, she picked out a bench at the bus station, sat down, and picked up her guitar to play.

Serenity loved to sing and play the guitar, it soothed her nerves and gave her an emotional outlet that didn't involve beating people. Other people usually found her voice comforting too. Her voice was naturally rather low for a girl but when she needed to she could hit all of the right high notes. Serenity also loved composing music. Some songs she would work on for weeks and months at a time but other swould just flow from her on the spot.

Shayne couldn't help but hear an atrocity against the world of music drain into the streets as he trudged along. The blow of missing out on the pudding still caused his head to hang, staring bleakly at the pavement below his feet.

"Gimme-gimme, give me five dollars. Just put it there in my jar, five dollars..."

Do people seriously like that? It's a crime against the ar-What's that? Out of the corner of his vision, Shayne spotted something small, papery, and green laying on the curb. Upon inspection, it was none other than a five dollar bill. "Mundanely monotonous music it may be, but a new banknote belongs to me." The rhyme made Shayne chuckle slightly before turning around. Soon, I shall partake in pudding paradise.