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Attack of the imps! and Ghandi saves the day!
(jinx gets a taste of her own medicine and runs screaming for the hills!) Anya Jiagu sucks her fingers clean of roast turkey or whatever kind of bird it was and stretches her arms up over her head before she stands up and steps over to the people in the chair things. Looking down at the closest one she gets a grin and pokes at it a bit curiously. She grins when she finds the woven parts of the chairs and actually giggles when she pushes it and it folds a little not quite enough to make it fall over. Desmonia Atlas: Jinx continues to chew on her jerky, glancing over to the woman. "You high?" She questions. Beatrix Littlebird slinks over to the group on the chairs. Crouching down, she tries to hide behind the tree stump quietly. Her small hands are held over her mouth so not to giggle. Anya Jiagu looks up at Fringe when the woman speaks and grins as she stands up straight again, "high? no i'm on the ground same as you, that's a silly question" she laughs and walks around the chair to sit down. When her tukus hits the chair she grins again and rubs the plastic arms a bit. She doesn't seem to notice the person behind the stump as she starts to draw in the dirt with her big toe Desmonia Atlas: "High. On weed. Doped up. Snorting shit... hallucinagins and psychotropics ya dimwitted munchkin reject." She curls her lip, then rolls her eyes, slumping back into her chair. "Gawd the people coming into this twilight zone lately, Al. I'm tellin' ya. " Beatrix Littlebird bursts out laughing at hearing the two and slumps out from behind her hiding spot. Her shoulders shake as she falls into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the floor. "She.. she.. called you.. a .a..munchkin..reject!" Anya Jiagu grins wider and wider as Fringe talks. Pulling one leg up tight to her body she giggles as if being told a great joke. "snorting feces makes you halucinate!? no wonder there's animals kept in pens everywhere here" her grin turns a bit crooked at the insults and she lays her head on her hand rsting on her knee, "now why are you so upset? those animal hide leggings too tight?" she blinks and lifts her head up and around quickly when a voice suddenly comes from the stump to her other side. Grining when she sees the girl she hops up out of the chair and walks over to her quickly leaning in close to look at her hat. "ohhh i like that one! Did you weave it yourself?" Desmonia Atlas: Her hand comes up and rubs her nose just shaking her head slowly. "Abortion reject." She lowers her hand then simply goes back to eating her doctors. Desmonia Atlas: (er.. eating her jerky :P ) Beatrix Littlebird grins and nods at the stranger her height. "Yah-huh, I made it. I found some--- Oh my gooodness, your glasses are SO cool. Can I touch them!?" Her hands reach out before the other could answer her and she tries to poke the goggles. She then leans forward and whispers to the short girl, "What's that lady's problem? Maybe she'll feel better if we cheer her up." Anya Jiagu giggles as her goggles were poked at and adjusts them with a proud grin, "i like them alot thank you" reaches up to tug gently on one of the hanging parts of the hat then glances back to Fringe when the blond whispers to her. Turning back to the blond she shrugs and whispers back, "i'm note sure, but i think it has to do with the bubble she says she has around herself, maybe the air inside is getting bad" Desmonia Atlas: "I'm stuck in valleygirl hell" She groans, moving to stand up to get some meat and then return to her chair, muttering around pieces of bird. She shakes her head slowly, her crimson and black contact covered eyes closing. Beatrix Littlebird grins, her head shaking as the ear is pulled. "We just have really cool clothes." She frowns at hearing the one like herself and keeps whispering. "Maybe we should pop the bubble. I can't see it, but I can use my earing as a pin." She fiddles with her ear and takes the chain of of her ear while the other side connects to her mouth. Slowly stepping to the redhead in large steps, she starts poking randomly at the air around her. "Bubble, bubble, where is the bubble.." Anya Jiagu watches Fringe turn to move back to her chair and makes to follow her trying to get up close before the annoyed woman can sit down. Wether she makes in before that time or not she would then start pokeing a finger into the 'bubble' as if she expected to actually find something and grins at Beatrix when the blond seems to have the same idea. Desmonia Atlas: Jinx makes it back to her chair, noticing the finger poking at her. Her lip curls. "Gawd ya two are worse than toddlers, Go find a post to fuck yourselves on. Can't ya see I"m eating. " She snorts, and chews on some more of the meat. Grumbling to herself again. Beatrix Littlebird tilts her head to tMy Friend, Meredith Emerson
When my best friend Christine let me know on Wednesday night that Meredith was missing, a ripple of fear immediately went through me. Missing. That was word that was reserved for people on the news. Other people. People I didn't know personally. I shoved it down quickly and fervently ran through every news station on TV and on the web. Only one had something about Mere. It said she'd been missing since the night before, when she went out hiking with Ella. I thought to myself "Surely they're mistaken. Mere would never go hiking alone. She's smarter than that." I puzzled over this for 30 minutes before finding something new about it, this time the information that Ella's leash and Mere's water bottles were found. That ripple of fear went through me again. Missing, in the cold, with no water. I took a deep breath and shoved it down again. She's smart, she's experienced, she's tough, and she's got Ella with her. It'll be cold, but she'll be fine. Ella won't leave her. When called that night, John and I immediately decided to go up the next morning and help look. I felt really good about it myself. I'm not a very fit person, but I have sharp eyes and was sure that we'd find her tucked under some leaves with Ella keeping her warm. I went to sleep that night dreaming about how happy she'd be when we found her. The next morning, John and I got up at 4am to drive to Bruce and Christine's house. John is an Eagle Scout, so he knows how to dress for cold. I was wearing 2 pairs of socks, three pairs of pants, four shirts, two coats and gloves, a hat, and a scarf. I could barely buckle my seatbelt as we got into the car. I looked at the thermometer on the dash: 28F When we got to Bruce's house 45 minutes later, it was still 28F. My toes hurt, but I was still convinced that Mere was warm and happy under some leaves with Ella, just lost and staying put because she's smart enough to know not to go anywhere. John and I met Bruce, Little Jon, Kevin, Tim and Marisa there, and we combined into two cars and began driving. We stopped at a gas station to fill up before getting too cold. 30F, but I was dancing in the checkout line imagining how happy everyone would be when she was found. As we drew near the mountain, my hopes began to waver. The temperature had been dropping the entire time. We passed huge icicles and snow on the ground on the wavy road there, ad by the time we'd gotten to the tiny store and hotel there at 7am, the dash read 5F. We stopped to don our last layers and use the bathrooms before beginning a rough day. As we stepped out, the cold air whipped down the slope and ripped the rime off the trees. My breath caught in my chest; how could anyone live in this or more than an hour? "Ella," I reminded myself. "She's got Ella." At the trailhead, we were the first people there aside from two policemen. They stopped us and said that the helicopter was up and they weren't allowing people up the slope until it was done flying. They expected to be done by 10:30am, so they sent us all back to the little store to wait it out in the warm. As we got there, the first news van (11 alive) pulled up. One reporter went up the road to talk to police, the second stayed with us at the store. People were jovial and talkative. Hopes were high. The second reporter, Julie Wolfe, began to interview a store employee. It was then that we learned a new bit of terrifying information: Meredith's water and Ella's leash hadn't been found alone. With them were a pair of men's sunglasses and a police-style baton. A weapon. The bottom dropped out of my stomach and I heard myself gasp quietly. Suddenly, she wasn't lost anymore, she'd been attacked, taken, maybe even hurt and left to die. As the day progressed, officials came to give us updates and pray, we were moved to a central location, and a few teams of hikers were allowed up the mountainside. The vast majority of the gathered volunteers were left sitting around for hours, which made me angry. I could understand that the search didn't need to be for more than one person, but I felt that there were more than enough experienced people there to lead a few unexperienced with them. The hours crept by and the news got worse and worse. No sign of her, but lots of people report seeing her with someone else with a dog. That same someone may have had a baton on his leg. I shed a few fearful tears as the thought that she might have been taken crept in on me. We were all sent home that night, being told that only professionals were allowed back the next day. We got back exhausted and wind-burned, but I was still telling myself she had Ella and she'd be fine. She just fell down a slope and hurt herself, but she was fine. I had to go to a convention the next day, Friday. I worried she'd be found hurt and I wouldn't be able to see her in the hospital for a week. The day went by with no news. The man was being looked for, but nothing new had been found. Finally, at the end of th
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