#cleanthekniferpg

                      ((A bunch of obsessed, revenge driven sociopaths trying to save a world                                          THAT CAN'T BE SAVED ))

It's no secret: CTK is in the process of coming back. gwenwrites, tonkinesque, and I are all working very hard, and the hope is to have it open before Christmas. (Because who wouldn't want to do a cute Christmas chatzy)

In the mean time, I've decided to try something new and share one of the biggest motivations for me to bring CTK back and have the inspiration for it.

The first time I watched Fast & Furious 6 was a few months ago and all of it just gave me such feels and want, that I knew this needed to happen.

Next Saturday night, we're going to do a group movie night. Whether you were in CTK before from day one, joined at the end, ended up having to leave for some reason, or are interested in joining this time around - feel free to join us. I'll have a reliable and virus free link to download the torrent if you want, starting it on DVD, Netflix, On Demand, whatever works for all of you.

We will be starting the movie at 9 PM MST and will be doing a group chatzy while it happens.

It was a hot, July day when Dallas stepped out of her beat up 1990 tan Honda Civic. The air was so thick; she barely smelled the oil from the pump she used to fill up her gas tank. Dallas leaned against the car, fingering the dollar bills in her pocket. It was sad that no matter how much she held onto, money always found a way to slip from her grasp. Lost in thought, she barely registered the presence of someone else until she felt the poking prod of a forefinger on her arm. “Ethan!” she grinned, lowering herself into the open window so as to tickle her little brother. “Stop, stop, stoppp!!!!!” He squealed. “That’ll teach you to sneak up on a person.” She stuck her tongue out at him in response to his, which was blue because of the airhead he had been sucking on. He had five so far today, and instead of throwing out the wrappers, he lined them up very neatly on the back seat next to him. Dallas had learned to take in the little details that Ethan paid attention to, ever since she found out about his autism she was determined to have life as normal for him as she could. So if stacking things and being neat and having difficulty with emotions was normal for him, then she’d be alright by it. In any case, she found that most of the world’s population had troubles in all aspects of mental health. Dallas didn’t have enough fingers on her hands to count all the clients she’s stripped for, and who ought to get their brains checked out.

After readjusting Ethan’s seatbelt, Dallas took one last look at the gas station she stole from once upon a time. It was when she first came to LA and before settling into her waitressing job, Ethan had been starving and so she went inside, stole food and drinks and floored it back to their small motel, even though no one was chasing her. She honestly had no clue back then how to deal with crimes, but she found the faster you are at something, the better. The adrenaline does the rest for you. They were on their way to the daycare Ethan attends that specifically works with children within the autism spectrum. He has a best buddy there named Justin and it’s incredible to watch them work together because it’s unlike how regular kids their age play together, but it’s remarkable just how well they get along in their own way. Dallas was thrilled to be able to give her brother the support he needs.

Driving to the Cartel after dropping him off, Dallas was met with the usual squabble. Tiffany stole Gerri’s limelight during the last few seconds, the make-up was low, there were tears in some of the outfits, etc. It was all a buzz and she walked through it all numbly. She loved the girls, but most of the time she would be well off without them. She was here for her check and that’s all. Dallas’ heels practically scraped against the floor as she veered off to hide behind the corner when she saw a familiar face from a distance. Ever since she ended things with Parker, she found herself shying away more and more from Scarlett. It didn’t matter though, the club was a spot where Scarlett ran the show and she paid no attention to anyone below her. Dallas was a mere flower on the wall as far as she was concerned. But still, Dallas felt much better avoiding than confronting. She took the long way around the restrooms, back into the dressing rooms to get ready.