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[Iilyda]

{I'm really sorry I take so long to reply guys. DX I have such writer's block for these two characters. Give me a bit - I'll come up with something.}

[Dradogo]

((Awww, it's okay Iilyda. ^-^ I've been stuck with writer's block for weeks.))

[Iilyda]

{Alright, here goes a really terrible post.}

Mortimer looked around himself quickly for anything he might use to mark a trail. It had to be something he would notice in the darkness of the hour. But what? Mortimer began searching the ground frantically for something sharp. At last he found a pointed rock, and set to work engraving a large X into the nearest tree. It was hard work. As Mortimer kept on scratching the bark away, he realized just how difficult it was going to be to mark all the trees back to the creek in this manner, but he didn't have much of a choice. In a few minutes, he was done with the first tree and moved on to the next. Mortimer just hoped Bruiser wouldn't sense he was near.

Biddy finally gave up her desperate yowling. Not from lack of desire - but because she had howled her throat dry. She laid her head down on the ground and whimpered in the back of her throat.

"Sleep, Alex," Ezra said softly. He reached out a hand and began stroking her hair comfortingly, brushing it back from her face and whispering small nothings of support. Ezra would keep at it as long as it took to make Alex comfortable. And at the very least, it was more difficult for him to dooze off preoccupied and when the room was flooded with light.

[*-Insano-*]

For the first time in a while Alex drifted off to sleep quite peacefully. She didn't have any nightmares that night and got more sleep than she had in weeks. She liked the light on and figured she would always have it on now.

[Iilyda]

Once he was sure Alex was fast asleep, Ezra extracted his hands from her hair and sat back onto his haunches, staring at her sleeping face. It made him proud, to know that he had at least worked out this much for her - a good night's sleep. He smiled tiredly, waiting for half an hour or so before he dared to rise quietly to his feet and pull up his chair beside her bed. Ezra opened the newspaper up onto his lap again, but he didn't read. For the rest of that night, he sat rigidly in the straighbacked chair and drummed a tattoo on the cap of his knee, staring at a blank area on Alex's wall. His mind strayed to many places, countless numbers of them grim, and it was almost as if he and Alex had traded places. But, unlike Alex's nightmares, it was not his old voices that haunted him into the grey hours of the early morning, but memories of his father.

{We should probably hold off on doing a time skip to the next morning just yet - the other characters, Mortimer and Joke, are still in the middle of night. Alex could RP a dream until then, if you want. ^^ Idk.}

[*-Insano-*]

((Hmmm.....okay.))

Alex rolled over in her sleep as a different dream started to take place. She hadn't had a normal dream since she had arrived here.
I walked up to the boy and smiled. He was a bit older than me but we had been talking for a while now. He hugged me and stepped back, giving me a worried look. "How are you A? You look tired." I shrugged and looked down at the ground. "It was a long night. My parents were fighting about me again." He sighed and hugged me again, not letting go this time. "Sweetie, it will be all right. I'll make sure they won't send you away. I'll talk to them." Alex knew how the rest of the dream went and didn't want it to keep coming. She wanted to wake up but didn't want to worry Ezra by being awake again.

[Dradogo]

Joke sighed, grateful that Biddy had finally calmed down. He waited patiently for Mortimer to come back, wondering what he had found. Hopefully, they'd be able to find somewhere safe before it got lighter outside; Joke didn't want to even think about getting caught at this point.

((Sorry for such a short, failed post D: ))

[Iilyda]

{Lol, no worries.}

Ezra was trying to supress the memories that baraged him. But he had little hope of suceeding. And sure enough, the memory came, as clear as if it were happening before his eyes once again.
Ezra knocked five times on the wood of the front door, just like his father expected him to. Five, not four, because four was too even a number, and made him think of eight. Not six either, because six-six-six was the devil's number, and the devil made Ezra's father think of the color red. And red was not a pleasant color at all.

But there was no answer from within. Ezra might have assumed his father was napping, or else away on business, only his father never took naps, and he never had any business. His dad took a habit to waiting for him to come home each school day, sitting just inside the door so that whenever Ezra tried to walk in, he nearly tripped over the man. Which was why he always waited for the door to be answered. Except it wasn't this time. Ezra turned the knob and found it unlocked, pushing it open to reveal an empty doormat. His father was not waiting for him. In fact, the whole of the house was dark, and the curtains pulled over their windows so that no light was allowed to leak through. That wasn't right, young Ezra knew. His father hated the dark. Slept with five bare flourescent bulbs in his bedroom, when he slept at all. And although Ezra knew his dad would yell at him terribly for coming in the house without following the "Procedure", he stepped through the doorway, tossing his backpack on the floor and closing the door shut behind him. The house was as silent as a mortuary.

"Dad?" young Ezra called, his voice rebounding off the walls.

By the time Mortimer finished marking up trees, and finally made it back to the creek, he was streaked with dirt and staggering. Nearly half an hour had passed, but Mortimer quickly waded across the water and back to Biddy's side, falling down on his knees beside her and Joke. He looked up at his friend questioningly, patting Biddy's fur gingerly. Mortimer pointed off the way he had come, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if they were ready.

{I'm going to finish up Ezra's memory next post, I think. I wonder how we'll wind up doing a time skip to the next morning with two charries that don't actually sleep. XD}

[*-Insano-*]

Alex opened her eyes but didn't roll over to look at him. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She didn't want to remember that day. She didn't want to remember the moment when she had truly gone insane. She wanted the feeling of that boy's arms around her again. Just feeling that had almost made the dream worthwhile.

[Dradogo]

((That is a good point Iilyda XD))

Joke smiled as Mortimer approached before nodding. "Going now then?" He asked as he started to get to his feet. "Joke'll carry Biddy now." He told his friend, scooping the dog up into his arms.

((Short post ftw! XD))