Meeka quietly openned the door to her home and went inside. There her human friend was waiting. "Meeka," he said with a smile, and she smiled back, "Where have you been?" "Oh, I was just taking a walk." Meeka said and her human, whose name was Mathew smiled and gestured to the front door. "Wel, I just got back from the store. Want to help me bring in groceries?" "Yes please!" Meeka chimed, rushing for the door. It was beginning to get dark even though it was not very late. As she peered up she found the reason why. Huge thunder heads were rolling in and blcking out the beautiful sky that had been so sunny and bright hours before. A small drizzle began so she hurried back and forth with Mathew getting as many groceries as she could inside before the raindrops grow bigger and assulted the outside. Finally the groceries were all in and Meeka stood infront of the window inside as Mathew went to shower. From the window she could see the roof of the building her sister resided in. Was she alright? Had she made it home safely? Meeka could feel her tender heart breaking from the memory of her sister's words earlier. But what could she do? Wounded and bleeding with sadness, Meeka could only stare out the window as the dreary blue-gray rain darkened the world outside.



Juno didn't even flinch as the thunder rumbled and the wind howled outside. The storm had come quickly and gotten violent enough that she turned out the lights incase the power went out and so she would not be seen. Creeping into the bedroom she feared so much she could see the shape of the one who "cared" for her. Mark. Shutting the door behind her she touched the knife again as if to make sure it hadn't left her. As she noiselessly stalked foreward, knife drawn and ready to use, the black shape on the bed which she so feared sat up. So startled, despite her determination and training, Juno did something she swore she never would: she froze as the meaty hands pinned her against the wall. The knife fell to the ground and Juno's eyes teared up as she struggled form the lips that were now on her throat. "So kitten," slurred the drunken voice, alcohol on his breath as he breathed in her face, "You came back. Where do you always sneak off to when I get bored? Huh?" Mark laughed then threw Juno onto his bed. "Doesn't matter, heh heh heh, cause you're here now." Juno paled and attempted to get away, tried to scream, tried to fight as he pinned her. 'Come on Juno! Be tougher than that! Don't let him best you! Kill him!' Juno mentally scolded herself, 'Kill him!'

After ordering an expensive vase, pricier than the one that had been broken, Raz left the office and returned to the main room. She was happy to see that most of the Seekers had gone off to their own rooms and weren't goofing off and breaking more things. Once the remaining Seekers caught sight of her and her sour face they finished what they were doing quickly and made excuses to leave. She sank down into one of the plush chairs and let out a sigh, glad to be alone after such a ridiculous day, she closed her eyes. Not five seconds later she felt two hands clamp down on her shoulders and she jumped, attempting to twist around and see the person but the hands pressed her down harder into the chair. "Hey you," came an all familiar voice that she had come to hate. "Gregory." she hissed and squirmed under his weight. He made hushing sounds, so close to her ear she got shivers down her spine. "You need to relax baby, you're so stressed all the time." Greg chuckled and began to massage her shoulders. If Greg wasn't so annoying and creepy, Raz would have admitted it felt good, but as circumstances were she was getting angrier by the second.

"Remove your hands before I break them." she threatened. Greg did as he was told, but then he perched himself on arm of the chair she was seated at, so his chest was at her face level and he was leaning in close and looking down at her. "So I was thinking, after The Hunt, The Redbird, 8 o'clock, you and m-" Raz cut him off by shoving him hard in the chest and sending him sprawling on the ground. Greg took a moment to recover, standing and rubbing the arm he fell on with a hurt expression on his face. "So is that a yes... or..." She sent him a look that could freeze an ocean and he silently stalked away. "When is The Seeker coming home?" she asked aloud. "Greg always behaves himself better when The Seeker is around." she complained and rolled her shoulders back.

Auriel

Auriel made his way back home, hoping that he would get to meet any newcomers later or something... Once he got there, he raised an eyebrow at whatever was heppening between Gregory and Raz. Shrugging, he walked behind them, and into the kitched, pulling out a package of hotdogs and marshmellows. He walked past them again. "I'm going weenie roasting." He said, and walked out, heading to the fire. Some idiot had left it going, but the fire was usually occupied, anyways. He took the processed meat and placed it on a stick, holding it over the fire.

Kailasa

Kailasa shrugged, seeing as not many of them replied and made her way upstairs to her room, plopping down and shoving her face deep in the pillows. "So... tiered..." She said, shaking her head.

(Writer's block, sorry. And I have to go O.O)