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"Yes, bottling things up can be bad for you. I suppose the only way any of us will get any of that bottled emotions out is to talk, we are all in the same position, so at least we can know where each of us is coming from to some degree" she speared her salad again and munched on the tasteless mouthful

"Very very true, who will if not us." she worked on her salad till it was nearly gone "Thank goodness for salad dressing... though I suppose eventually it wont be able to overpower the meat the beast inside me will want"

Joliette finished and put her fork on the plate "Well Kim, it was nice to meet you, and to speak with you... I should get moving it's a touch cool in here... The listing may put me in #27 and #28, my darkroom, but I'm staying with David in #25 if you want to find me" she smiled weakly

Joliette nodded and filed that information in her mind for later "Have a good rest of your christmas Kim" she said softly and stood dropping off her plate then with a small wave headed out

Stewart finally emerged from his duplex, he had shut himself up ever since... It made him sick to his stomach even thinking about it. He could no longer stand to look in the mirror, the face that stared back at him was no longer human. He stumbeled outside, looking like a completly different person. His eyes were blood shot red, a mixture of staying up all night and sobbing, his hair had grown a little longer and the once clean shaven priest now wore a white goatee. Stewart let out a choaked sob as he staired at his fingers. How could he still wear the collar? He didn't deserve to wear it anymore. He was no longer a child of God, now he was some horrid spawn of Satan. His fingers fumbeled with the white collar as he finally was able to rip it off. With a loud curse he threw it as far as he could. He had to get away from here. He didn't know where he would go, just as long as he didn't meet anyone else....

Lauren walked towards the priest, listening to her new iPod, given by the doctor, vocally yelling punk music into her pointed ears. She really was in her own little world, oblivious to her surroundings until a weird piece of cloth hit her square in the face.

She stopped stunned for one second, then a rush of anger and adreneline, then she realised who threw the thing.

A. . . was that a PRIEST?!? Lauren held back her laugh. Turning into a GOAT at that, of all things. A smile came over her mouth but she quickly put her hand up over it so no one could tell, removing her earphones and turning off her iPod.

And someone else came up, someone else she didn't know yet. If Lauren had been alone she would have tons of fun with the poor sucker. It would be almost too easy for Lauren to mess with his head. But she was there.

Lauren decided to PLAY the good girl.

Walking up to the priest and the girl with the long hair, Lauren put a false look of concern on her face. She had to keep her tail from wagging.
"Wooah, what's the matter. . . is he o.k.?" Lauren asked the girl.

"I got no idea." She admitted, shaking her head to the blonde. She focused on the priest then, eyes showing a bit of worry. "Are you allright ?" She repeated again, patiently. She gave a push on the black messanger bag that contained her laptop, keeping the strap from falling off her shoulder.