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"No disputes," Anatoly declared, locking the bathroom door shut beside him. He stripped down and carefully folded the clothing, setting it on a counter. He stepped into the shower, turned the water on to its full heat capacity, and sat in silence. Why us? he thought to himself. Why are we forced to bear this burden, to abandon all we've ever known over this. God damn it....

Nathan examined his feet. It was a good thing the Mends were there - without that he could never fix his feet. His feet were screwed up.

"Hand me a Mend, would you?" Nathan asked Sarah, still checking out his feet. They were pretty nasty.

For the moment, the only loss that bothered him was his laptop. It had been a good machine, and it seemed a terrible waste, and how would he keep up with the internet? For the moment, those were the only plagues against his mind.

Somewhere deeper, just below conscious thought, a monologue ran.

What will you say to your parents? They think you're still in college. You've no computer and no way to get to your classes. They'll think you're a bad student, and then they'll realize you're gone. They'll send people to look for you, and you'll be found, and killed, and it won't be their fault, because they didn't know, but you'll be dead nonetheless.

You need to do something.

Nathan couldn't hear this voice; this fact might cost them their lives.

((EDITED FOR TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE, SLEEP-DEPRIVED RETARDATION

Sarah wordlessly handed Nathan a Mend. She really wondered how these people were able to survive for this long. I wonder what we're gonna do now? Rather than worry about it all, she chose to get some fresh air. Walking usually helped her maintain her calm. Usually.

"I'm gonna go walk around here for a bit. Possibly talk to Uncle Jimmy and check out what's going on out there. Anyone wanna come with?" She figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. She looked at the girl, the silent guy, and Nathan. I doubt any of them are in the mood to come along, but who knows.

"I guess Anatoly's here, we outta be okay," Nathan grunted to them. It didn't matter; his feet were already recovering somewhat - he might be able to... crawl. He wasn't walking for a while yet, but at least the bones weren't out of place anymore - he was pretty sure of that.

"Don't be too long, just in case. We've got to start making a game plan, and once Anatoly's done showering, I'll wanna talk about it."

"Well, my name's Michael, but everyone just calls me Mike. And as for what you've gotten yourself into I can't tell you much more than you already know. I only joined up with these guys a little bit ago. You're right about it not being a gang fight or something like that. What I do know is that there used to be two separate groups. I was on a team called Blazer Black and there was another group called The Guardians. We were enemies, we fought each other, wounded people, even went so far as to try and kill some of them all in order to try and get hold of more powerful mystickers. I don't even really know why either side is collecting them, I just know that we both were and we would battle over them if it came down to it. Now though, Blazer Black's headquarters is a pile of smoking rubble, everything inside was destroyed and many of our members were killed, and the same thing happened to The Guardian's as well. In fact Blaine and Nathan were both members of The Guardian's, but now with both groups suffering such heavy casualties and being hunted down by this new group, the Indigo Roses, we've teamed up. At least temporarily. Apparently the government has decided that Blazers are too big a threat to this country, which I can't really blame them for, we have been stealing mystickers from them for a while now, and has created what seems to be an elite team to kill all of us. Other than that I can't tell you much more. I never really bothered to ask them too many questions. They offered me power and I took it, although lately I've been feeling like all I did was find stronger enemies and gained practically no power at all." he said all of this without really looking at her, as if he was still thinking it all over in his own head, trying to figure something out.

Sarah stared at Mike. Simply stared. "....mmkay." That was one way to describe a situation. It was quick and relatively painless. Just like she liked her answers. At least HE can tell me what the hell is going on. "See, now why didn't you guys just say that in the first place?"

For someone who was just put in a seriously dangerous situation, she seemed to be taking this rather well. "Just answer me..." she added dangerously, "WHAT THE HELL MADE YOU THINK THAT FIGHTING OUT IN THE OPEN LIKE THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?!" You'd think that for some really strong and dangerous groups, they'd keep their fighting unknown and far away from civilians. But NOOO, they had to do it where anyone could pass by. Like her. And now she was stuck with these shitheads. Ah well. These are cool shitheads. It's not all too bad.

((Venom, we're out for a walk, not in the room, just so you know.))

"It wasn't really my place to say that, I'm pretty much a new recruit, and I wouldn't exactly call that warehouse out in the open. Besides like I said, our headquarters was burned down, that warehouse was a place to retreat to, but they found us and attacked us there, it wasn't exactly our intention to fight in the place." Mike answered actually looking at her this time. He still seemed a bit off, but much more attentive to her now.

Sarah gave Mike a look of disbelief. "Uh-huh. Right." She shook her head at him, but didn't say anything else about it. She looked around before turning around to go back to the room. "Just needed to check and see if there were any idiots bother Uncle Jimmy out here. Since there doesn't seem to be, we might as well head back to the room, eh?"