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Writer's Block Strikes Again!

A slightly deranged fic by Keza: Queen of Procrastination

AN: Ok, to clear up a few things…. 1. My name is pronounced Keh-za. (Mondie.) Yeah, I know it's strange… I made it up for my puppy. -points to fat chocolate lab- 2. I'm not going to accept any more profiles. Sorry guys! Ark. I would, except that I have so many… Really quite overwhelmed, so I can't write in anymore. And jeez, why does everyone want to be from Brook-freaking-lyn? Oh, and 3. I did have a dream about David Sidoni, but no, he wasn't singing that Brady Bunch song. Damn that would've been funny though.

Last Chapter: The boys are rerouted to Harlem, where they crash a "tea" party (and rescue Specs!) and meet up with a mad drooling girl. We left off sitting in the middle of Central Park…

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Ok. Now I was just plain bored. Blink had been sleeping for a few hours, and I had already done everything I could. Steal his money and get some food, steal his money and buy a paper, steal his money and gamble with two six year olds (haha, suckers!). Now I was bored, and annoyed, because it had been almost two full days since I had spent some time at the races. My fingers were starting to itch. I was going into betting withdrawal.

"Alright Kiddy, naptime's ovah," I muttered as I pushed my friend off the bench. "Hurry up, wake up, sober up, we're going to Midtown!"

"Groan."

"I know you're excited on da inside. Now, les GO!"

"If I hafta spend da rest of da day at da races, I'se gonna shoot myself," Blink grumbled as he staggered along behind me.

"Den we'll strike up a deal. I can enjoy the races, you can go find some moah authors."

"Are you kiddin'? I could get seriously hoit!"

"Den don't complain."

I marched up to the gates and was about to slip in when a slight form barreled into me. Wide blue eyes turned to stare up at me, then look behind her shoulder with a paranoid air.

"Hua," she whispered.

"Uh. 'scuse me?"

"HuA!" she said again, louder this time. She motioned for me to step aside. I did so, and watched as she darted away, long black hair flying.

"Well, dat was a bit strange-" Blink started to say. He was interrupted by another flying form, the one taller with short brown hair.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER, MIS!" the girl screeched, sliding to a stop to wink at us. She scanned the area frantically, apparently looking for the previous girl. I turned to Blink.

"Hey, all I wanted ta do was go ta the races. It's not my fault da crazy goils are everywhere."

"Nevah said it was," Blink muttered, his eyes fixed on the new girl.

Meanwhile, a small commotion was taking place behind us. The taller girl had apparently spotted her quarry, and had grabbed her by the ankles. Now she was dragging the poor kid out into the middle of the area. Dust flew.

"Hua!" black-haired girl protested. "Hu. Hua, hua HUA. Ah."

"Oh, stop yer blabbering," the other snapped. "I'se caught ya and I'se not lettin' go!"

"Hua…"

"An now dese fine gentlemen are givin' us weird looks."

I quickly looked the other way and whistled innocently.

"Hua? HUA!" black-haired girl cried as she recognized us.

"Ok, not sure what she's tryin' ta say, but hey. I'se Mondie, dis is Misprint. Nice ta finally meetcha boys. Say, where's Mush?"

"Uh, probably sellin'," I supplied. Her face fell.

"Dang, an' I had a new box a crayons too…" She stopped to help brush the dust off Misprint, which was a difficult task.

"I'll, uhm, tell 'em dat," I said, shifting awkwardly.

"So you goils are authors?" Blink cut to the chase.

"Hua." I guess that could be a confirmation.

"Yeah," Mondie agreed. "Although someone won't be fer much longah if she don't UPDATE BLOODFLAME!" Misprint cowered with an apologetic 'hua.'

"She always like dis?" I motioned to the said author with a small vocabulary.

"Naw. But I woke up de oddah day, went ta visit 'er, and dis was the only t'ing she could say. It's strange."

"But ya don't have any problems wid Writing lately, right?" I eyed the gate to the races, wondering how long this conversation would drag out… And if I'd get to go to the races today or not.

"Well, dis lil scab does," Mondie glared at her companion. "Not only can she only say 'hauh' or whatever-"

"Huah," Misprint corrected.

"Yeah, well, dat's the only t'ing she can write too. Watch. Misprint, write dat quote of Davey's ya like so much."

Misprint crouched back down and pulled out a stick to write in the dirt.

'H'

"Ok, ok, good, now an 'E,'" Mondie coached. Misprint tried to force herself to write an 'E,' but even with both hands clutching the stick and forcing it along, the letter still changed to…

'U.'

'A.'

"Nice try," Mondie admitted. "Heeere's yer knife! Sorry I stole it," she pulled a small knife out and tossed it to Misprint, who pocketed it happily.

"Impressive," Blink commented sarcastically. "But what's yer problem? You can obviously say somethin' other dan 'hua.'"

"Hua," Misprint warned.

"Until Misprint updates Bloodflame, I'm dry," Mondie admitted. "So really, it's all her fault."

"Huaaa!" Misprint grumbled, poking Mondie repeatedly in the leg with her stick.

"Settle down, goils!" I said, rubbing at my temple. "You have some strange cases a' Writah's Block. Hold on while Blink and I try ta think of how ta cure 'em…" Both were snickering at my comment.

"What??"

"Nuttin', nuttin… Settle down, Racey! Heh heh," snicker snicker.

While we wracked our brains, Mondie sat down with Misprint and started drawing pictures of Mush in the dust. Eventually Blink collapsed and joined them, leaving me to do all the heavy work - as usual. Mondie was carrying on a rather amusing one-sided conversation with Misprint when suddenly a light bulb appeared over my head. Then it shone in my eyes. I stumbled back, temporarily blinded, while a high pitched squeal sounded to my left. Moments later I was engulfed in a hug by a short girl - about my height, actually. Misprint uttered a warning 'hua,' which my attacker ignored.

"RACETRACK RACETRACK RACETRACK RACETRACK!" I blinked spots from my eyes.

"Yes, we're at a racetrack," an exasperated (male!) voice said. "Breeze, what are you doing!?" I slipped from her grasp and turned to face her.

"Uhm."

"Oh, hullo Race," a familiar looking guy with a British accent nodded a greeting.

"Heya Teachah. Haven't seen ya in awhile. Who's dis?" I nodded to the girl, who was shining the mini-light bulb at me again. She crept up close and peered at my face.

"It's definitely him," she confirmed happily.

"Hua," the warning edge on Misprint's voice sharpened.

"Um," Teacher shot an embarrassing glance at his companion. "That's Breeze. She's my author friend."

"How convenient," Blink drawled, pausing in his drawing adventures. Breeze joined them on the ground.

"I thought you wanted to see the races!" Teacher protested.

"Shush," Breeze said. "Can't a gal have a lil fun? Heya Mondie. Hows it goin', Mis?"

"Hua."

"I see."

"She's stuck on Bloodflame," Mondie muttered. Breeze nodded knowingly and set about drawing a stick-figure portrait of me in the dust. I explained our mission to Teacher, who looked thoughtful.

"Maybe you can help Breeze," he suggested. "I'm not sure how much longer I can take her running around our flat screeching about her Writer's Block." I shrugged.

"We can try," I said. "But maybe you can help us wid Misprint and Mondie ovah there. See, da only thing Misprint can write an' say is 'hua.' An' Mondie can't write anythin' unless Misprint writes somethin'. So we'se kinda stuck."

Teacher frowned.

"The poor girl only knows one word? Did you ever think about giving her a dictionary?" he paused to fish a pocket dictionary out of a pocket. Teacher tossed it to an attentive Misprint, who caught the book deftly.

"Hua," she said in thanks, leafing eagerly through the dictionary. Mondie leaned over and peered over her shoulder. "Hua," she repeated, pointing something out to her friend. Mondie nodded and scratched the word into the dust.

'Chapter,' it said.

"Well, it's a start!" Misprint snapped at our skeptical looks. Her eyes widened. "HEY! I CAN TALK AGAIN!" she jumped up, grabbed my hands, and started twirling me around. "Oh man, oh MAN! I'se nevah gonna stop talkin' again! Wheeee!"

Teacher reclaimed his dictionary.

"One down," he remarked.

"Two, actually," Misprint stopped spinning to answer. She probably wouldn't be shutting up for awhile. "Cause if I write moah of Bloodflame, Mondie will be able ta write too."

Mondie nodded in agreement.

"Ok. So dat jus' leaves Breeze," I summed up.

"Yep."

Breeze was comparing her socks to Blink's. The two were just having a grand old time.

"You know," Teacher mused. "You were telling me earlier about how many of the cures thus far have come from people trying new things. This could apply to Breeze as well."

"Translation?"

"Maybe we could get her to write some humor."

"Seems like a humorous person ta me! What does she usually write?"

"Oh, angst and such."

"Don' know what dat means, but, shoah. Ok. Sounds good. Why don you take 'er home and try dat? Git back ta me if… Uh… It doesn't woik."

"Right," Teacher nodded. "Well, then, we'd best be off. Breeze, dear! LET'S GO!" Breeze looked up from where she was teaching Blink how to use a cats cradle string.

"Bu-"

"Uh, Breeze, we really need ta get back," I said sweetly. "But… I'se see ya some oddah time soon, alright?" Breeze grinned, then engulfed me in another hug before leaving with Teacher.

Blink picked himself off and tried to brush some dust off his pants.

"Well! Wasn't dat productive?"

I grumbled. "Shoah, shoah. But now da track's closin,' an' I didn't get ta see any races!"

"Les' head back," Blink suggested, slinging an arm over my shoulder and guiding me away. "Maybe we can go ta Medda's tanight."

"Dat would be noice," I admitted.

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Thus ends Chapter Five, more apologies to Sophie, she knows why. I'll make it up to ya next chappy!

-smirk-

Next Chapter: Race and Blink finally get to relax and fall asleep… But do they get rest even in their dreams? HAH! I think not!

Annnnd to the Featured Authors of Chapter Five: Which included, for those keeping score: Misprint, Mondie, and the Omniscient Bookseller, a.k.a. 'Breeze.' If any of you strongly disagree with how I wrote your character (remember I only had that profile thing to go by) then please contact me by review/e-mail/AIM and tell me what's up! I'll gladly edit it. Blah blah blah.

Misprint: Hua?

Mondie: You asked for it!

Omni: Teacher just sounded like a dictionary carryin' guy. -chuckle-

Kind of like the good ol' days…

-Keza