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["I need to go. I know you can take care of him. But you, young man, had better stay here. You might have healed that, but I can do plenty worse."]

She gave him a long look, hoping to appear imposing or threatening.  Finally she softened her gaze and looked down at the baby in her arms, then to Jackie.

"I need to go.  I know you can take care of him.  But you, young man, had better stay here.  You might have healed that, but I can do plenty worse."  With that she turned and with a soft snap disappeared.


((Doo too dooooo.))

He was okay.  She had cleaned him up and checked his mind for anything amiss.  It felt wrong to go through an innocent child's mind, but she had to.  If the Death Eaters had placed a tag on Char as well, this whole thing would be pointless.  But there was nothing. 

Stacey had him wrapped in a fluffy white blanket and he was sound asleep.  He had been sleeping since she had taken him home, only crying once to get fed and changed.  Aiden had been quite surprised when she walked in the front door with him. 

Now she was on her way to give him back.  Her whole body tingled with anticipation;  she couldn't imagine what it would be like to have her children taken away, and she knew Sky must be having a hard time.  Walking or flying would take too long, so she risked transporting.  She appeared right on the edge of the Mitch residence, pushing open the gate with her hip.

((Sorrrrrry!  Me has writer's block. X( ))

["I can do that,"]

Stacey glared down at Henry, not realizing that Jackie's hunger was contributing to her mood.  Her eyes were still tinted red. 

"I can do that," she answered her friend.  "Are you sure you'll be okay?"  She added, wondering when Jackie had eaten last.  Thoughts of blood and how it tasted were starting to file into her mind and she pushed them away with a hard mental shove.  She didn't need those bothering her now. 

"But you, had better stay here.  There's still a tracker in your mind somewhere, and as soon as I leave it will be visible again.  So you can run away and get caputured by them or stay here and let me help you."  She raised an eyebrow, eying the kid.

Washington D.C. is so very far away.

I had coffee.  Yum yum.

GREAAAAAT. My iTunes library basically self destructed.
X(  1,000 songs all went bye-bye.
-Sigh.-
My technological experience is being tested here.

My headache won't go away.
Stupid head.  Why did you hurt yourself?
But at least they're finally going to put me on meds, so I can quite with the "lifestyle changes."

I GOT A COLORING BOOK.
Yesssssssss.

["Okay, I'm going to pull it out. It's the best thing to do, and I can heal you after that, okay?"]

Andy ran his hands through his hair and knelt beside the girl, trying to figure out what to do.  He was okay at healing, but not the best at spells.  There wasn't anything he could do with the stick still in her arm, but... still.  The childish aversion to violent things stuck with him.

"Okay, I'm going to pull it out.  It's the best thing to do, and I can heal you after that, okay?" He was rambling, but he didn't care.  Carefully he put one hand on Jade's, carefully wrapping his fingers around her wrist.  Andy looked at her face, trying to ignore the blood running across her forehead.

"Close your eyes; you don't need to see this,"  he breathed.

He lifted his free hand and let it hover over the stick.  -Do it fast, like a Band-Aid.-  Before he could hesitate he pulled the little twig from Jade's arm.

Hi.

My flashdrive is being idiotic.
Nyeh.

Well I had a -wonderful- birthday.
Geezz.

He's really far away.
It feels weird.
Gahhhhhhhhhhhh.

I need sleep.

=O
Your schedule sounds so fun!
I hate going to a small school.
We get the crap classes.

So this one-hour thing sucks.
The universe's conspiracy continues.
GREAT.

Ah gasp.
I have to read "Great Gatsby" by Tuesday.
-sigh-

["Okay. First, I'm not even going to ask you how you can do that. Second, I am not just going to forget you. I know you don't know me, but I'd like to tell myself that you kids have heard of me and my reputation. If that was the case, however, you would know how incredibly stubborn I am. And actually, I don't like you too much. So I'm going to stay here and bother you until you do what I want you to do."]

Stacey raised an eyebrow, surprised.  Not only was he talking back to her, but he was healing himself.  With a spell.

"Okay.  First, I'm not even going to ask you how you can do that.  Second, I am not just going to forget you.  I know you don't know me, but I'd like to tell myself that you kids have heard of me and my reputation.  If that was the case, however, you would know how incredibly stubborn I am.  And actually, I don't like you too much.  So I'm going to stay here and bother you until you do what I want you to do."

[-What are you getting yourself into, girl?-]

-What are you getting yourself into, girl?-

She looked down to the baby in her arms, hiding her now grey eyes.  She didn't need this.  She didn't need this on top of everything else.  But... she couldn't just leave him.

With a sigh she adjusted Char and moved a couple steps closer.  "If I heal your leg and leave you somewhere safe, can you handle staying there while I return this child to his mother?"

Yay for nocturnal schedules!

So I didn't get into "Cats" becase of my ONE conflict.
-big sigh- I didn't even have to go to that. =P

I miss theatreeeeeee.

Stupid jobs. Stupid schedules.

This juice is yummy.  Whoa.

["The Marks can be removed. Maybe not forever, but at least for a while. The couple this baby came from, they were Death Eaters. They left. They're alive. I... I can help you."]

Stacey snorted, putting her free hand on her hip.  Again, she looked more like a teenager than an adult.  As long as you ignored her red eyes and the aura of power around her.

"The Marks can be removed.  Maybe not forever, but at least for a while.  The couple this baby came from, they were Death Eaters.  They left.  They're alive.  I... I can help you."  Here she started to talk more carefully.  Would she really want to associate herself with the Death Eater's plans?  She had avoided them so far, which was a pretty big accomplishment for her.

"I'm guessing they put some sort of tag in your mind.  So they can find you and track you.  Maybe even read your thoughts.  I can try to take it out, if you want me to.  And as for them coming here now, that's pretty unlikely considering I'm like a big blank spot on any radar.  Sorry to disappoint your rescue efforts."

66 days, 13 hours and 7 minutes

.............. :DD

["Listen, I can't stay her with you forever. I can help you, but only if you want me to. I'm not going to drag myself into some Death Eater affair if the only thing you're going to do is try to run away or kill me. I have enough to worry about. But, as my nicer side entails, I can't just leave you here. So do you want my help or not, kid, because I have my own children to take care of, and this young man needs to be returned to his mother."]

Stacey watched him, her eyes getting a faint red tinge.  Char nuzzled his little head against her shoulder, sighing a soft cry.

"Listen, I can't stay her with you forever.  I can help you, but only if you want me to.  I'm not going to drag myself into some Death Eater affair if the only thing you're going to do is try to run away or kill me.  I have enough to worry about.  But, as my nicer side entails, I can't just leave you here.  So do you want my help or not, kid, because I have my own children to take care of, and this young man needs to be returned to his mother."

((Nyeh.))

[((]

((Aiden only, pwease.))

Something was wrong.  Again.  She didn't know what it was, but she could feel it.  There was a thick buzzing in her head, like a thousand bees decided they would infest her brain.  A sort of electricity played over her skin, making her tense up.  She had tried reaching out with her mind and found nothing.  No disturbance in her mental field of traps and safety nets.  No difference in any she felt.  There was absolutely nothing she could detect off balance. 

Which meant it came from her own mind.

Which meant Jonathan.

The headache was back.  A sharp pain that shot through her whenever she moved.  It didn't help that Torrance was crying, waving her tiny fists in the air, her poor little face turning red.  Will just sat there, watching her then turning his huge blue eyes to Stacey, as if curious as to why she wasn't making everything okay like she always did.  Bright sunlight poured through the bay windows, assaulting the pain in her head.

"Shh, hun, everything's okay," she crooned, forcing herself away from her pocket of darkness in the kitchen and reaching for her baby girl.  It hurt to move, and she was incredibly tense, but her baby needed her.  "What's wrong, love, you're okay." She picked the baby up and cradled her against her chest, rocking back and forth, which sent sharp pains up her neck.

"Love, could you come here, please?"  She called, a wave of dizziness washing over her.  She leaned back against the fireplace, wondering why her uncle had decided to influence her now.

((Sorry for the suckyness.))

[((YES!.))]

((YES!.))
Haii Aves!

I want to RP... but I am lacking the adequate brains to make a topic.
I feel so empty in the head.
O.o.O.o.O
I was really hyper last night. Woow.
XD