- r e g r e t s - s e m i l i t e r a t e

[Study in Scarlet]

-- Erin --

Erin looked at him , " I dont have a gun.... its a tazar " she said as she droped the tazer, " now do your end or i will shoot this thing at you and it travles pretty far pretty fast". She imaged the prong of her tazer flying out towards him and he began to have a spasam as the electicity went through him. she snapped back to reality and saw the boy still aming his gun at her, " crap" she mutterd.

[-nutella love.]

[It's cool, I understand after school things. That was also a beautiful post. Make me jealous. >:O :P]


--мιкєу--

Mikey lead the way down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the Children's Room. Kayla was already there, talking to Dr. Martin way too fast for him to understand. "Slow down, Kay-Kay." He chuckled, stepping into the room. He was careful not to step on any of the cots spread around the floor along with the tiny assortment of used toys.

"Dr. Martin, this is Hayden and her little brother Spencer." Mikey said, gesturing to Hayden and Spencer. "They're going to stay here in the room down the hallway. Hayden and I are going to go out and find some food, so could Spencer stay here?" He explained and asked, and Dr. Martin turned to Hayden and Spencer and nodded. "Sure. It's good to have another little toddler running around." He said with a chuckle.

Mikey reminded Kayla to be good and such, and then he walked back to the doorway. "The kids will be going to bed soon, so we won't have to worry much about them running around." He said softly to Hayden, nodding his head to the children that were beginning to settle down a bit.

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- H a y d e n & S p e n c e r -

- Hayden nodded her head, letting Spencer run into the apartment after little Kayla. Hayden smiled, and giggled as oddball scrambled in after him. Champ however, stayed at Hayden's side. " Champ, go." She ordered, but he defiantly sat down instead.

Hayden rolled her eyes, then looked over at Mikey. " You dont mind if he comes, right?" she asked curiously. Champ woukd make a good partner when it came to finding food. If they had to steal, he would warn them when they were being watched/ chased.

- K o d y -

- Kody nodded his head as she dropped it. "Tazer gun." He stated, eyes narrowed. Wow. Even with a gun pointed at her she was willing to still mouth off.

As promised, he dropped his gun, however, carefully. If he simply just dropped it it would have gone off in whatever direction it was pointing.

" I keep my promises." he said with a monotone. He looked over at Beevis and whistled. " Comon Beev. Let this chick have her subway." He said, glaring back over at Erin. He stormed past her, and the human and dog headed off. Might as well give up the subway. There were plenty others. Just as he remembered he had left his gun, he looked down to see it in Beevis's mouth. He smiled. " Good boy."

{ Hahaha why thank you! BRB. Gotta do a quick thing. I may not get back online though, cuz my mom is mean like that :} }

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{ i finished posting. Sorry for the wait.}

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- b u m p -

[Study in Scarlet]

-- Erin --

Erin glanced at him, " Look I am leaving you may stay. Sorry I invaided, I was going to leave when I saw you... but I.....I thought you were cute and I tried my luck. Obviously I made a dumb decision, as usual. I shall be getting out of your hair now, sorry once more".

[-nutella love.]

[Alexandria replied to Derek, by the way~

And I'm going camping this weekend, So I won't be posting until Sunday afternoon. D:]

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- K o d y -

- Kody raised his eyebrow, though he didnt turn around. He didint associate himself with loonitics, in his opinion. He never gave anyone a chance, unless they did something in his favor. He just continued to walk with Beevis, having taken the b=gun back from the english mastiff and slipped it into his backpack.

Kody walked down to the park, cautiously watching around him.

{ Aww. Have fun Bella! }

[Panic!]

Jared was walking down the street, holding his hand over his left eye. His body ached for the beating, and he knew it would be worse tomorrow. He didn't cry though, no that would create attention to himself. He hated being the center of attention, and he would hate it more now when he was trying to run away. He knew the best time to run away was in the morning when it wouldn't look to suspicious to be out. I mean come on, a boy with a bag in the middle of the night makes him look like he is going to go rob a house and a kid with a bag during the middle of the day makes him look like he was cutting class. No, going in the morning was smart, only a few people would be out heading off to work and he would look like he was going to school. Easy as pie. But no, he knew he had to leave his house now and attention wasn't going to stop him.

His father had wiped him with his belt, something that Jared never dreamed he would ever have to encounter. His eye got a nice hit to it, and he was sure it would be swollen and black tomorrow. Lucky for him, it wasn't to hard, or else he knew he could have gone blind from it. Everything heard, especially his back. He lost count how many time he was wiped after ten. It hurt. There are no other words to explain the feeling, but he thought that fit it's description quiet nicely. He wasn't going to stay around for his mother either, because he knew she would take her husband's side. "He is your father," she would say,"Don't make up such horrid stories about him." That was a huge lie right there, because there would never be a chance that man would ever be his father. Never in a million years. Not that his father was that much better, getting a girl pregnant at 16, then leaving her with her 3 year old son to fend for themselves.

He couldn't think about it, he was in a busier location. He didn't know exactly where, his head was spinning. He just couldn't take much of it, the noises, people stares. They were staring at him, the kid with his school backpack, holding his eye and limping as he continued to walk on the side walk. What a freak I must look like, he thought to himself as he quietly walked over to a nearby bench. He plopped down, and threw his bag next to him. He wasn't even sure what he had brought, just enough to help him survive. Another outfit, a brush, tooth brush and tooth paste, a pair of sneakers, and $500 dollars most made up of tens. Of course he had earned that money working, he didn't give it all to his mother. He didn't take any from the man who was not his father though, because he knew his mother would need it if she was going to live with that man. He would give her a few more months before she would run away from his as well, and boy would she need some cash. He didn't know how long he would be able to survive on this, but he did know that it would have to be enough until he could make some more. He would just need to figure out how... Then there was the issue of school, god knew he loved school. Mostly because it had always been an escape for him, but also he was mister popular there. He had a great school life, good grades, he was star of the baseball team, plenty of friends and pretty girls to give him their numbers. They just had no idea of his home life, god if they only knew.

He didn't know where to go now, so he just sat there, looking up at the sky and closing his eyes, trying to find some strength to move on, not knowing if it actually existed. Eventually, he got up and continued to walk. Now, he didn't know where, but that was the beauty of it. He had a world of possibilities and time to find them. He wasn't going to let this be the down fall of him, he wasn't going to give up just yet.

Scarlett was sitting on the train, she didn't know exactly when she wanted to get as far away as possible. The subway's train doors opened and in came a few guys. They sat next to her, and she could smell alcohol on their breaths. She cringed away, but they started talking to her. Their speech was not grammatically correct, and muffled by their own words. She couldn't understand them, but it was obvious they were talking to her. She just kept her vision forward and tried to not listen. She didn't need to waste anymore energy trying to figure out what they were saying.

Before long, it was becoming uncomfortable with them breathing down her neck with their poisoned breath, mixed carefully with drugs, alcohol, and bad breath. She finally stood up and walked to the other side of the train, standing as she gripped one of the poles. Lucky for her, they seemed to out of it to know to follow her. At least they weren't driving... She stood quietly on the subway, the time ticking by carefully as she waited for the end of the line to come. Suddenly, those drunken guys were walking up to her. She would be cornered in by their breath and the walls of the train. Seeing an opportunity come, the doors slid open. She quickly ran off the subway and onto the platform of the train station. She watched as the train pulled away loudly, the guys inside. She clutched her bag a little tighter and walked up the stairs back to the streets. It wasn't exactly quiet, yet she had seen streets louder and busier. She continued walking, not knowing where. She just continued to walk, feeling ease come across her the further she walked away. Sure, she didn't know exactly where she was, just that she was heading in the right direction. In reality, any direction would be fine with her, as long as she was walking away.

She ran her fingers through her hair, trying her best to create to much attention for herself. She didn't need people to ask questions. She pushed her way past plenty of people, some you would believe to be aliens from another planet they were so different. She looked for any sign that would tell her where she was. No such luck. She passed a few quiet stores that looked abandoned by all society, no one was hanging out here. Soon, the stores seemed to disappear and fade into more open land where residents' houses were. No one seemed to be up in the much quieter part of the town or city, whatever it was. But it seemed nice, she would remember it. There was a small park to her left, more houses to her right. She would just continue walking, though she knew she would want to get some sleep. Where to go...

She sat down on one of the benches near the park. She just wanted to sit for a little while. She looked through her bag, taking out her cell phone. She wasn't going to call her parents, no it was to late for that. She looked through her messages. Only a few were in her inbox. Scar, next time tell me when you are leaving the house or there will be a large scar on your back, you hear me, her step father sent her. Jerk. The next message:Hey Scarlett, are you going to Ryan's party? from her friend Alice. Another one from Alice:Answer your phone! Where are you, this party rocks!!!! And then another from Alice:Are you dead? You must be if you aren't here. God, if only she could tell her. She couldn't though, she wouldn't respond to her friend, making it even harder for her to move on. One more message: Hey Scar, how is everything at home? How are the twins, did they get to bed before 11? Make sure you clean your room, love mom. Scarlett could feel a tear running down her cheek now, followed by a few more. Her mother, the loving caring person who actually did care about her. Scarlett couldn't stand seeing her so tired, worn down, and depressed all the time, though she put on a pretty good act for her new husband and the twins. Scarlett could see though. The tiredness in her mom's eyes, the aching when she sat down and got up, and biting her tongue to prevent her from screaming out. How her life was ruined in a few short years, just like Scarlett.

[Study in Scarlet]

~ Derek ~

Derek smiled he Looked at her then at Logan, " he seems to like you" he smiled. Derek looked down the way, seeing a coffey shop, he thought of how good a cup of coco sounded. " Care to join me for a cup of hot cholate, or coffey. I have some money, please give me the honor".




-- Erin --

Erin sighed she walked out of the subway she walked to a park and sat down on a bench. She pulled her knees to her chest, leaving her her feet peaking over the edge of the bench. She pulled up her jacket hood and barried her head in her knees. A tear stream down her cheeck, she cried for many reasons, but she didn't understand why kody hated her.