Deirdre was so unbelievably and indescribably happy.

( Crushed like a Bug )

Scarlett's grip on reality was shot, but she didn't know whether that was her own mind or because Magnus' had lost his grip on whatever world he had been trying to build up for her. Sure, it had all made sense before but now it seemed like she'd drift out of the world for long periods of time. Was she insane? Or was Magnus insane? Or had he ( Read more... )

Visitors came and went but in the end, in the darkest hours of the night, it was often just the three of them. Scarlett. Stephie. Thomas. All with separate little worlds of fear in their head, and the knowledge of the shared one between them ( Read more... )

Scarlett had her snout lowered as she ran through the the streets trying to pick up familiar scents. Now and then she caught ones she recognised but it was just of the others also searching. She was alone but around her neck there hung a small bag carrying her mobile phone to contact everyone else, cash for a taxi if needed, and a singlet and tiny ( Read more... )

Some days dawned in London dark and depressing, with no sense of hope, no real reason to get out of bed. Some days were thick with fear and hate, with anger and pain. Some days the world made no sense, none at all ( Read more... )

Stephie had spent the drive back to Toronto arguing happily with Lars about movies and seeing how long she could hold her hand out the window before the cold became unbearable. Her record was eight minutes, and it took about that long for her to defrost her fingers under her arm before she could try again. Lars dropped her off at the airport, and, ( Read more... )

It was their second day in Paris, and after a successful talk with Renee's grandfather yesterday and bunches of touristy fun, not to mention dinner with Pierre's parents, they'd decided to wander around the louvre for awhile. Deirdre had wanted something to eat, so she and Pierre had broken away from Melissa and Slink for a minute. Now Deirdre was ( Read more... )

Tasha pottered about her room, getting her Zim DVDs together and also attempting to find some respectable amount of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. Non-alchoholic cos, you know, she might want to mix her drinks or something ( Read more... )

Once again, Tasha was awaiting Slink. This was getting to be a habit. An addiction. An obsession. And with the torturous images, whispers and presences having left her, Slink was practically the only thing occupying her mind apart from Renee's impending release.

Why Slink?

( Why, indeed )

It had been a very busy day for Tasha. The morning had been spent building a large pile of burnable things in the backyard. Old clothes and magazines, wood scrounged from anywhere and everywhere. She'd even found a few party fireworks. They weren't supposed to make a very big bang, but she figured if they got doused in metho and thrown on the fire ( Read more... )