#fcllmoonlight

The others are here. She's scared for them. She's scared of meeting them again because if she does, that's it, it's really true that this is her life, this is who she is now, and she's not ready. She has to protect them. She hates them. She wants to go home. She won't go home until she gets to kill the Big Monster. It has to die.

"Jessica, hey... it's me," she puts down her flame-thrower and the dufflebag she always carries around just in case, so she can take her coat off to give it to her; Jessica is wearing only a t-shirt and jeans which is just not enough, especially because she must be in shock and shock makes you cold, doesn't it? Her thoughts are about to spiral back into old memories, but adrenaline brings Hannah back to the present, "We have to go somewhere safe, can you stand?"

At the very beginning, back when she was kinda delirious from the pain, she has let herself be lulled by fantasies of going home and somehow finding in herself the sharpness needed to tell them to go to hell, to fight, to blame them. Now all Hannah knows is that she's not letting a girl her age be torn apart and eaten, even if it kills her. But it does suck that it's Jessica.

@fcllmoonlight gets a starter!

Morrible seems to have taken an active interest in Galinda, which peaks Medea's curiosity. She hadn't even heard of the girl in Morrible's classes beyond being slightly irksome until the Wicked Witch had fled the Emerald City, and now she's a rose pink sparkle in the Wizard's eye.

"Miss Upland." Grand dark red robes whisper against the ground as she walks, a smile not quite reaching her lips, but her voice unusually kind. "I've heard a lot about you from Madame Morrible, but I'm afraid she was rather unclear-- is it Glinda or Galinda?"

Lex wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, but what choice did she have? She needed someone to go on her resume that could vouch for her character and it had to be someone that wasn't Frank. Frank would be up in arms over the idea of her getting a different job, but that wasn't what she was doing. She was trying to just get a second one, but this job was a bit more involved and not just baseline retail. It was a receptionist position at the dentist and though it seemed a bit on the harder side with keeping her focus-- she wanted to try for the pay and the possible insurance that could come from it. So she drove herself to the Houston house after asking around for it, explaining a few times on why she needed it. Eventually the high school front desk was willing to give it to her with the promise she would actually do her best to be nice and patient with Tom. Mr. Houston.

It was Saturday and a little after eleven-- the hope was it wasn't too late or early and that the weekend would mean he was home. She went up to @fcllmoonlight's door and gave a short knock, stepping back after and chewing her bottom lip in thought. Her eyes dropped to the application in her hand, everything but a reference filled in on it. She really hoped Mr. Houston would be able to do this for her. The door opened after a moment and her eyes shot up, looking at the sight of her old wood shop teacher stood there, "Hi, Mr. Houston-- I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping to ask you a question?"

featuring: karen w/ rachel.

BAD IDEA, EY?   Challenging herself   with complete resolve   to skate across the stream of students exiting Hatchetfield High's little-less-than-glorious doors.   She still thinks it was genius.   Nevermind the screaming teacher in her wake, or the warning of the left back wheel's   ca-chunk   when she'd thrown the skateboard to the floor. She had something  AWESOME   to do.

It would have been a milestone, even, that Ollie in place of her usual firecracker -   IF   Grace's stone-steady movement hadn't thrown it all offside!   All of a sudden, Jamie has to to kick herself out of the girl's trajectory - an   "uAAghh!!"   on her way off the skateboard.   The poor thing continues its descent in solitude, pitiful wooden   ka-thunk  announcing the death of an athletic dream.

@fcllmoonlight   :   ❛What the hell is your problem?! ❜   ( also grace @ jamie forgive )

She catches her breath,   gives a smirk as she steps away.   There are many ways she could handle this - one of which is a simple sorry -   but she's craving something zingy.   "Right now it's lookin' to be you, pretty stuff."  A real good   chk-chk   with a wink falling off the end of an elegant finger-gun to seal the deal.   "I coulda died savin' you, y'know."   Not even mildly true.   "Real knight in shining armor situation if I do say so myself." 

a huge house , filled with shadows. not exactly the home solomon had once thought he'd live his life in. empty. cold. void of anything that signified comfort. but it's better that way , he tells himself , convinced of the righteousness in his callous , cut-off ways. it also allows for plenty of space between him and the daughter he shares this mansion with. the very same daughter who is walking past him now -- whether @fcllmoonlight knows he's there or not , it's irrelevant. as much as he doesn't particularly care what she's up to , he does have a reputation to uphold.

‘No. Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is no.’

Rude, just like Rumi— whom he’d already had the displeasure of already meeting one to one. Did all Hunters have that in common? And how did Zoey know he’d been about to ask a question!? Did hunters wield the ability to read the minds of demons? Mouth still hanging agape with taunting question frozen on his tongue, Jinu allowed a dejected huff to sound instead. “..Well I was about to ask if you wanted me to surrender and leave your fans alone, but since you didn’t give me a chance to..” A wicked grin had his lips pulling upwards, revealing sharpened canines that Jinu hadn’t cared to conceal even in human form. “I guess that means I’ll just have to steal them instead.”

Regardless of the outcome of this conversation— stealing away the fans and sucking away their souls would always be the aim of the game for him and the Saja Boys. After all, it was why they were here, wasn’t it~?

Schooling his expression back into one they displayed neutrality, Jinu’s eyes flickered up and down Zoey’s person, giving her a judging once over. “You know, I saw the way those shoulders were shimmying during our debut. Was Soda Pop really that catchy~?” That was the real question he’d been meaning to ask her. A goading reminder that her blatant enjoyment hadn’t gone unnoticed. “In a way, you’re a fan. But don’t worry, I won’t tell the other two. It can be our little secret.” Bringing his index finger up to his lips as though swearing to keep it confidential, he couldn’t hide the amusement in gold tinted eyes.

"Am I your errand boy now? I know I don't pay rent, buuut don't you think that's a little much to ask of your new 'favourite' friend?" He flipped shut a magazine in his hands and sat up from lying down on the couch. Zoey seemed particularly energized today, despite the girls' fully booked schedule.