-sings- Movin' on up, MOOOOOVIN' ON UP... to the next chapter, that is! (Audience: -groans-) Ahem. Anywhoooo. Afternoon, kids! -beams- Gah, I'm not liking how FFN doesn't let me do my anime smilie faces any more or use my asterisks. -pouts- Ah, well, I'll deal. Welcome to the fourth chapter of Angelsight, my loves! It's very OC-centric, which I apologize for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! XD
Disclaimer: See that girl over there? The one crying in the corner? Yeah, that's Sita. She's sobbing because the newsies are not hers to glomp. (Sita: WHYYYYYY?! -sobs- I have so much love to give! T.T)
Warnings: Language, violence
Angelsight
Chapter IV
The last light of day streaked across the Manhattan sky, then disappeared suddenly, as though it had never existed at all. The plethora of stars that usually emerged once the city's lights burned themselves out for the day did not appear; the moon casted its eerie glow alone.
Runner stood, statuesque, on the roof of the Manhattan bakery. He took no notice of the wind that whipped his trenchcoat about. He merely stood, apparently frozen, and waited, his cat-like green eyes empty and cold.
Those eyes darted suddenly to the left though the rest of his body never moved. He waited as the very shadows themselves seemed to thicken and solidify. Two pinpricks of light formed and moved slowly towards the blond vampire.
The dots of light grew larger and became identifiable as eyes. Strangely-colored eyes - a mix somewhere between brown and yellow - but eyes nonetheless. The body surrounding the eyes solidified, then appeared suddenly as the shadows parted like smoke.
The boy that appeared could have been anywhere from under eighteen to over thirty; Runner didn't know, nor did he care to know, his actual age. He was tall and thin, almost gaunt as though his creator had stretched him too long and too tall. He kept his messy, sandy brown hair cut short and his surprisingly pale skin seemed to glow next to his shadow-black clothing.
"Now, Runner, what could possibly be so damn important that you feel the need to drag me from the shadows before the stars have even appeared?"
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Swerve."
"Cut the pleasantries, and tell me what the hell is going on."
Runner smiled coldly and nodded. "Slant and Ovelia have both informed me that a select few newsboys have gained the Sight."
Swerve's left eye twitched slightly, but his face remained otherwise blank.
"Naturally, we feel the need to exterminate this problem. However, I know that the boys, with their angels, outnumber us, and I am not haughty to the point where I will not ask for aid when I need it." He paused to flick a strand of blond hair from his eyes. "The vampires need your help, Swerve. We need the Shadow Walkers."
Swerve frowned and crossed his arms, his wolfish eyes narrowing. "I can see why you'd be so worried. But are you certain that these boys are even a threat? Is it absolutely necessary to kill them?"
Runner flashed another bitter smile. "That's exactly what Elazul said."
Immediately, Swerve's face twisted angrily. "Do not compare me to that sniveling coward of a boy!"
"Of course. My apologies."
Swerve scowled at Runner's obvious lack of sincerity but considered the proposition. "If your people are in danger, then mine are as well." He met the other boy's gaze evenly. "We'll help you, Runner. Just let us know what it is that you need us to do."
Runner's frighteningly empty smile grew. "Thank you. Go, tell the others, and meet me back here just before dawn."
Swerved nodded and melted seamlessly back into the shadows as a single star came to life in the sky.
From the Lodging House, Pie Eater watched, frowning as the shadows drifted about like smoke, in ways that he knew shadows should not move.
Smalltalk blinked and stopped in the middle of her story. She cocked her head curiously to the side and fluttered over to the window.
"What's the matter?"
Pie Eater glanced at her, then looked back out of the window. The shadows no longer seemed to shift and move. They appeared to be completely normal.
He shrugged and shook his head. "Thought I saw somethin', but I didn't." He turned back to the alarmingly thin angel and grinned. "Let's get back to that story you were telling me."
- - -
Lance Duell, owner of one of the most prosperous textile mills in Manhattan, had never, in his twenty-three years of business, left the door to his mill unlocked. This, however, did not prove to be a problem for the four girls who simply stood at the entrance, melted into the shadows, and slowly came into view inside of Duell's personal office.
The girl that stood near the shelf by the door, carefully examining the rows of books, might have been mistaken for a faerie, except for the obvious lack of wings. Her delicate, petite structure, thick auburn hair, and wide, innocent eyes gave her a gentle, almost naive appearance. However, the thrumming, vibrating energy that surrounded her, crackling and hissing, gave an otherwise casual onlooker a much different attitude towards the pale, slender girl.
The second of the quartet sat patiently on the floor, hunched over, a frown on her pretty face as the dim, ruddy light of the office added an odd, red tint to her dark skin and darker hair. Her face sparked suddenly into full view as she promptly struck a match and carefully lit the cigarette dangling from her lips. The match's tiny flame seemed to mingle with the fire behind the girl's sable eyes, though her eyes continued to smolder once the match's flame died.
With her narrowed green eyes, her exotic, dark complexion, and her mouth of gnarled (though surprisingly white) teeth, the third girl proudly displayed the dangerous energy and appearance that the first two worked so hard to mask. Although she was not tall, muscular, and laden with weapons as many believe that dangerous people are, she was obviously much stronger than she appeared. The beauty of her long, shiny, pitch-black hair temporarily provided the illusion of innocence until her flashing green eyes came into view. She stood silently in the corner, her arms folded.
The final member in the group settled into the large chair behind the desk and idly spun herself around, the silver bullets strung around her neck jangling and clinking quietly. She draped her tall frame lazily across the comfortable chair, her head tossed back over the arm, her dark hair nearly touching the floor. She exchanged a glance with the girl in the corner, gave an exaggerated sigh, and began to spin faster, her pale skin very nearly glowing in the dim light. Her green eyes took on a metallic quality as she stared blankly at the ceiling, apparently lethargic, though the restless, neck-ruffling energy around her told a much different tale.
Without warning, the dim, overhead light flickered and died.
"It's about fucking time," the girl in the chair muttered as Swerve faded into view.
"Fate." Her name was nothing but a quiet, low growl in his throat - obviously a warning. The smirk on his second-in-command's face finally disappeared, but she said nothing.
"What did Runner want?" the faerie-like girl near the bookshelf asked. Swerve sighed and leaned against the edge of the desk.
"There are newsboys that can See."
Silence.
"Shit," the girl on the floor muttered, sending the smoke from her cigarette curling into the air.
"Speed, I didn't know you smoked."
"Only when I have a bad feeling about things. I knew something horrible was going to happen."
"So Speed is clairvoyant now?"
"Shut the hell up, Ruin."
The girl in the corner snickered but otherwise remained silent.
"What are we going to do about this?" Fate asked curiously, propping her feet up on the desk.
"That is what Runner wanted to meet about. He wants to kill the boys."
The auburn-haired girl frowned and stepped away from the bookcase. "Why?"
"Don't question it, Shade, just do it."
"We are not all as fond of blood as you are, Ruin."
Ruin laughed quietly, flashing her fierce teeth. "I forgot."
"So the vampires need our help to stamp out a few bugs, correct?" Fate questioned nonchalantly as she absent-mindedly twirled a silver skull ring around her finger.
Swerve nodded.
"That is fine with me," Ruin said gleefully. Fate nodded.
"It seems like we never get to have any fun any more."
"Well, not all of us consider this kind of task fun." Swerve spat out the last word in a mocking fashion, which brought an angry tint to Fate's expression. "I only told him that we would help because I thought we were in danger. The last thing I want is to lose any of you."
Shade nodded. "We need to protect ourselves."
Speed crushed her cigarette and sighed. "Our safety comes first."
Swerve studied them for a few moments, then nodded.
"Good. We attack tomorrow at sundown."
- - -
Although the newsboys spent most of the night wide-awake, attempting to uncover a solution to their problem, the merry song of the first bird of the morning found them just as confused as they had been the night before.
"This is hopeless," Racetrack muttered.
"Nothing is hopeless," Dewey chided gently. "Why don't we start back at the beginning again? You know, recollect our thoughts. What, exactly, are we trying to do?"
Jack sighed, exasperated. "We're tryin' to figure out how to get back to our normal lives."
"I don't think we'll ever be normal again."
"I don't think Jack was ever normal to begin with."
"Shut up, Raven."
"We need to figure out how we can stop seeing all this shit that we ain't supposed to see," Spot added.
"Why?"
One by one, the boys and the angels turned to look at Mush.
"What do you mean 'why'?" Snitch asked, frowning. Mush shrugged.
"Well, why do we wanna stop Seeing? I kinda like it. As long as we don't screw up and talk to 'em in public, what could it hurt?" He grinned, sheepishly. "Besides, we already know they're around. The only thing that gettin' rid of them would do would be to make us wonder where they were."
"He's got a very good point," Stage murmured, nodding.
"I kinda like that idea," Specs added, grinning. "I mean, I like bein' able to See, too."
Quietly, the other newsboys agreed. Even Jack nodded, much to Raven's surprise.
"So, this is it," Snitch said softly, smiling slightly up at Lute. "We're stuck together for the rest of our lives."
"Well, the rest of your life. And we would have been stuck together anyway; you just wouldn't have known."
"And, really, we're all stuck together, too," Jack added solemnly, gesturing to the boys. "We're the only ones in this whole city, maybe this whole world, who know what this is like. So we need to stick together."
"Like a union, huh, Jack?" Pie Eater offered.
"Oh, shut up," Jack muttered over the laughter, even as he fought a smile. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, we know," Blink replied, still grinning.
"Okay, great. This is as fixed as it's gonna get. Now, can we try to get a couple minutes of sleep so that we don't pass out in the middle of a headline?" Racetrack asked with a smile.
"Yeah, get some sleep, you bums," Sapphy laughed.
"We'll see you in a bit. 'Night, boys."
Dewey and Spot watched and waited as the boys climbed into their bunks and their angels protectively settled down next to them.
Simultaneously, they smiled, then left the building without another word, the first light of the sunrise leading the way back to Brooklyn.
- - -
The following day was the longest that Racetrack could ever remember.
Those who could See split into pairs and trios and managed to keep each other awake, but the hours still struggled by sluggishly, the burning sunshine making the long hours seem even more unbearable. He often found himself holding Blink up or gently slapping him awake, though, to be fair, the other boy did the same for him just as often.
Then again, Racetrack mused, going through that day's torture was almost worth the feeling of overpowering relief that washed over him once he handed over his last paper, forced out a half-hearted smile, and promptly began to drag a half-asleep Blink towards the Lodging House.
"Blink?"
"Hn?"
"You okay?"
"Hn."
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Hn, hn."
Racetrack grinned and rolled his eyes as Sapphy and Mayfly burst into laughter behind them.
"Better watch him, Race. We don't want him damaged," Mayfly said in a mock-solemn tone.
"Definitely not. We'd have to buy a new Blink, and do you know how expensive good newsies are these days?"
"You two are nuts."
"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Sapphy cried indignantly as the purple, red, and yellow streaks of color from the sunset splashed themselves across the sky.
Blink yawned. "I really hope we get-"
"Shh."
"Huh?"
"Just be quiet for a minute." Mayfly's usual jovial expression was nowhere to be found; she was as serious as Blink had ever seen her. Slowly, very slowly, she and Sapphy simultaneously turned to look at the factory beside them.
There, in the shadows, sat two pairs of shockingly green eyes.
"Shadow Walkers," Sapphy said quietly as Blink and Racetrack froze, obviously confused.
"You guys, what's-"
"Run."
"What?"
Sapphy grabbed Racetrack by the shoulders, her blue eyes wild and frightened. "You and Blink need to run. Now. Find the others, get someplace that's got some light, and whatever you do, don't look back!"
The boys simply stood, dumbfounded, as two unearthly laughs echoed around them, apparently emanating from the shadows themselves.
"Go!" Mayfly shouted, pointing frantically towards the Lodging House. "Go now! And stay out of the shadows!"
"It's all right. They can try to stay out of the shadows all they want." The darkness itself seemed to form the bodies that surrounded the eyes. "The shadows can come to them."
Blink managed to catch a brief glimpse of a mouth full of crooked teeth and a string of silver bullets before Racetrack grabbed his arm and awkwardly yanked him down the street.
- - -
Locating the others proved to be easier than Racetrack and Blink had thought. Smalltalk seemed to be the only red-headed girl with wings prone to loud singing and wild dancing in Manhattan.
Stage led the way, her sword drawn and ready, her blue eyes narrowed dangerously. The other angels followed close behind her, just as determined. The newsboys, however, did not share the angels' confident resolution. Behind their masks of assurance lurked the knowledge that they had trapped themselves in a world filled with beings that would be able to hunt them down, no matter where they hid or ran.
Though none of them would admit it, they were frightened.
"Stage!" Sapphy shrieked, waving one arm frantically as she held a tiny, snarling girl in a grey dress at bay with the other. Mayfly looked up hopefully, the beginnings of a smile working across her lips, until the girl with the crooked teeth that Blink had seen early tackled her.
Stage soared forward, her sword outstretched.
"Stage, that won't do any good!"
"It may not hurt the Shadow Walkers, but I can decapitate a few vampires. Maybe then they would get the message."
"They're vampires?!" Snitch gasped.
"Only a few of them," Lute replied darkly. "We know the ones in these clans. We had a nasty run-in with them about ten years back."
The girl in the grey dress froze suddenly at the feeling of a cold blade against her throat.
"Do. Not. Move," Stage hissed coldly. Specs watched his angel in awe, but kept his distance. "We know that the rest of you are hiding," she called out, her gaze still trained on the young girl in front of her. "You may as well come out."
Much to the surprise of the newsboys, others stepped from the shadows.
"Where were they all hiding?" Pie Eater whispered, shocked.
"Why did you attack us?" Shortie demanded, fluttering forward angrily. "You all know good and well that you can't kill an angel without their permission-"
"We weren't aiming for you," the tall, dark-haired boy said quietly, smirking.
"You were trying to kill the boys," Raven muttered darkly.
"Leave them alone, Tabloid. They haven't done anythin' to you!" Sapphy yelled, backing away from the girl.
"They can See. That's enough," the boy replied. "We do not need to be exposed."
"Why would they want to expose you?!" Smalltalk demanded, glaring.
Tabloid shrugged. "Just to be safe, we will have to... take care of things."
Mayfly snorted as she promptly kicked the crooked-toothed girl off of her and struggled to her feet. "Where is Runner? And Swerve? Are they too cowardly to come and take care of their own problems?"
Tabloid's expression never changed. It was as though he hadn't heard her.
"We'll allow you to walk away one time," he said, carefully eyeing Stage's blade. "Just once, Ovelia," he added, once the tiny girl let out a squeak of protest. "But keep in mind that you will not get away a second time. We'll be here..." He glanced upwards briefly and smirked. "We'll be here when you least expect it."
"Racetrack, watch out!"
The Italian newsboy barely had time to look up before the Chinese girl landed directly on top of him.
"Shit, where did she come from?!"
"Don't worry about that, get her off of him!"
The girl effortlessly pinned Racetrack to the street and laughed softly as she whispered in his ear.
"It won't hurt as much if you aren't afraid." With another tiny laugh, she leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on the side of his neck.
Then, she snarled, her fangs flashing brightly in the light of the newly-risen moon, and tore into his neck.
"RACETRACK!" Sapphy howled. "Don't touch him! Don't you fucking touch him!"
"Sapphy, calm down! You've got to calm down!"
Sapphy threw Raven's hands off of her shoulders and launched forward, throwing the vampire to the ground, clawing wildly at her face.
"Sapphy! Sapphy!"
The vampires did not bother to move and help their comrade. Nor did the Shadow Walkers. They merely stood, appearing vaguely amused, as they watched. Once the angels succeeded in tearing Sapphy from Racetrack's attacker, the Chinese girl leaped to her feet, glaring from behind the blood seeping from her many claw marks.
Tabloid laughed quietly. "As I said, when you least expect it. Come on, Slant."
Slant threw one last glare at Sapphy before dashing off with the other vampires at an impossibly fast rate. When they looked back, the Shadow Walkers had already melted away.
Slowly, everyone turned to look at Racetrack.
Wordlessly, Blink stepped forward and gently gathered Racetrack into his arms. The two small, ragged holes in the shorter boy's neck glistened with blood in the moonlight, but his breathing remained steady and deep.
Blink fought to keep from shaking as blood trickled down Racetrack's body. "Come on. We gotta get him home."
- - -
"He'll be all right."
The boys' eyes immediately shot up towards Shortie. Their shocked expressions dissolved immediately, and wide grins spread across their faces. Shortie laughed and ruffled Mush's hair.
"So he ain't gonna die?"
"No, he is not."
"He ain't gonna turn into a vampire?"
Shortie laughed again. "No, Snitch, he won't. To turn him into a vampire, Slant would have had to drain his entire body of blood and then fill it with her own. It takes a lot for a vampire to make another vampire. They don't do it very often."
"Let me up!" Racetrack yelled, his voice sounding clearly through the closed door.
"How about no?" Sapphy retorted.
"Look, this ain't the worst that's ever been done to me."
"Excuse me, you were just bitten by a vampire, and you will keep your ass in that bed until I say otherwise!"
Snitch chuckled quietly and shook his head. "We're lucky that the guys won't be back from dinner for another hour. With Race's yellin', he'd bring them all running to see what was-"
"What's goin' on?"
"You were saying?" Lute asked dryly as Skittery walked inside, obviously confused.
Shit. "Heya, Skitts, how are you?" Snitch asked brightly as the other boys began to inch towards the exit."
"Uh, I'm fine. I just came back for a second to get some money... but what's all that yellin'?"
"What yellin'?"
BANG!
"Let me out of the fuckin' bed!"
"Not a chance, Race! And quit throwin' shoes!"
"Oh... that yellin'. Um... Race kinda got a little hurt, and he ain't happy about it. His neck."
Skittery raised an eyebrow. "What happened to his neck?"
"Oh, uh, nothing, really. Little scratch. We just wanna keep him in bed for a bit, and he don't wanna stay.
"What are you doin'?!"
"What does it look like I'm doin'?! I'm getting up!"
"Don't you dare!"
Skittery blinked at the door before turning slowly back to Snitch.
"Snitch, who's he talkin' to?"
"Uh..."
"Look, Snitch, something weird's been goin' on lately. What's happening?"
Snitch froze, then quickly glanced upwards at Lute. The angel shook her head frantically, her eyes wide.
"This is not a good thing," Mayfly muttered.
"Look, Skittery, I can't-"
"It's okay. If you don't trust me with whatever it is that you're hidin', you don't have to tell me."
Skittery seemed so hurt and childlike that Snitch slowly reached into the bag at his side and pulled out the Vial.
"Snitch! What are you doing?!" Lute shrieked.
Skittery blinked. "What is that thing?"
"It's... just drink it."
"Snitch, no. You don't understand!"
"You want me to drink that weird stuff?"
"You can't let Skittery See!"
"You pretty much said that if I trusted you, I'd tell you what was goin' on. Well, do you trust me?"
"Snitch, please!"
"Of course I trust you."
With a tiny smile, Snitch held out the bottle. Lute stormed forward until she stood directly next to Snitch's ear.
"Snitch, listen to me. You do not understand. There are reasons why Skittery can't See, reasons that we haven't told you about- NO!"
But Skittery had already taken a tentative sip.
Just like the others, the pain brought him to his knees, his hands clutching at his throat, great, hacking coughs wracking through his body.
Then, slowly, he stood up.
His jaw dropped when he landed on Lute.
"Y-You're... you're an angel..."
Lute exchanged a glance with Shortie, sighed, and nodded.
As Snitch hurriedly explained the situation to the other boy, Skittery's expression shifted from shock to terror to determination to vague amusement. The angels watched as Skittery finally lowered his hands from his throat.
They winced at the sight of the thick silver line wrapped around his neck.
"... so, you see, I didn't wanna tell you, because I didn't wanna get you wrapped up in this."
Skittery shot him a half-smile. "You shoulda told me earlier. I want to help." He looked up, hopefully, at the angels, eyes shining. "I can help, right? I mean, I've got an angel, too, right?"
"Yeah! Everybody's got an angel!"
"Skittery doesn't," Shortie said quietly.
Snitch laughed. "No, really. Where is she, anyway? Come to think of it, I ain't never seen her before."
"We are serious, Snitch," Mayfly replied softly. "Skittery... he doesn't have an angel."
"That's why we didn't want him to See," Lute explained.
Skittery blinked. "I... I don't have no angel?"
"You used to," Raven offered.
"What happened to her?"
Smiling sadly, Stage flew forward and gently placed her fingers against the strip of silver skin around Skittery's throat. "It has to do with this," she said, gently turning him around.
For the first time, Skittery looked into a mirror.
He blinked.
"It's... I'm silver. Why am I silver?"
The angels looked expectantly at Stage, who sighed and averted her gaze before continuing.
"It's... it's the color of her blood."
End Chapter IV
-giggles evilly- I promise that Skittery's neck and the story behind his angel, or lack thereof, will pop up next chapter. Sorry to end with a cliffhanger, but I thought it would be fun. -giggles- Oh! And when I was doing shout-outs last chapter, I skipped a page or it got messed up or something, but I am SOOOO sorry to the people who reviewed and didn't get a shout-out. -sobs- I LOVE YOU THE BEST! Okay. Anyway. Onto THIS chapter's shout-outs! And sorry if I screw up and miss some again, but my reviews are all messed up for some reason, so it's difficult to figure out who left them. -frown- Anywho!
TSB of the Jai Fangirling: -glomps to suck up the Jai vibes!- Anywho. I'm glad you like said Racetrack, m'dear. HoleInYourNeck!Racetrack isn't as cool as TemporarilySpeechless!Racetrack, but he's still nice. -beams- All the angels have little individual things that will pop in later, but right now, they're all kind of one big lump. I thought that they were getting boring and flat (which they definitely are in this chapter), but that made me feel better. And Spot's natural Sight ability thing will pop up later on. -giggles and glomps again- Much love to you, darling!
Sapphykins: -clings to!- Aw, hon, I'm glad I could make you smile. -beams- For some reason, you just kept beating at the back of my head throughout this chapter, which is why you have a rather large part in it. PsychoClaw!Sapphy was rather fun to write. Tee-hee. I absolutely adore your reviews; they make me smile SO much. -lovelovelove- So! -gestures- This is it, daaaaaahling. And I hope you liked it. LOVE ADORATION AND WHATNOT!
Shadey-baby: YES! SEX FOR YOOOOU! I had a lot of fun describing you. You didn't do a whole lot this chapter. But you shall. For I have plaaaaans for you, mwahahaha. And the story loves you. And so do I. -cuddles-
J-Sparrow: Bah, of course they aren't bright. We love them because of their stupidity! (Newsboys: -squint at cue cards- We... is... smart! -cheesy smile-) Anywhoooo. -dies laughing- I think you're right. -steals something- -drinks it- -grows a third head- Whoopsie... anyway. I adore you with every fiber of my being, dearheart. -glomps!- LOVE!
Raven: -cackles!- Evil!Runner is beyond fun to write. -glomps Dewey for letting her use him- And of COURSE Snitch and Skitts have a thing for each other! Look who's writing this! XDD Meep! -cowers- Yes'm. No more slacking, promise. -scout's honor- -glompglompglomp-
Artemis-chan: Why, thank you, dearie! -beams- Tee-hee, I'd make you a guardian angel, but I don't have any boys left. T.T Besides, I'm having a bit of trouble working the ones that I have now. -sweatdrop- -sheepish grin- Thanks so much for the review, honey-bun! Always love to hear from you!
Strawberri Shake: Squee! -ish glomped- Yay! So glad you liked it, hon! -giggles- I love writing Spot. He used to be my favorite newsie until I got transferred to Blinkville. -giggles- And, to answer your question... -gestures- ... that's a Shadow Walker! -beams- Except I haven't really gone into their powers yet... besides the whole melding with the shadows thing. More about them later. Thanks so much for reviewing! Much love!
Ireland: -sobs- I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE! But, in all seriousness, I really am sorry about that, dearie. I must have skipped a page or Works didn't save that section or something. I don't know. -sniffles and hugs- But I am SO glad you like it. -giggles- Oh, you're coming in very soon! Either this next chapter or the one after, depending on how I divide it. -cackles- So, thanks a million for reviewing, m'dear!
Shortie: Mwahaha. Thanks for the review. Hope you're enjoying Carnegie Mellon. We miss you like whoa. -love-
Froggers: YOU LIVE! Yaaaay! Yes, I needed the profile because I have O.C.D and I couldn't do the fic without it. -pouts- But you'll be in soon. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a poodle in my eye. -end Rugrats moment- -snogs!-
Pore Miz Tate: Wheee! -counter high-fives- -glomps- Thanks for the review, oh love of my life. We need to do more spontaneous Newsies dances at rehearsal. I loved the "what the hell are you doing" looks that everyone was giving us. So, yes. Love, adoration, et cetera! -mwah!- AND LOOK! WE BOTH UPDATED! XD
B-schnitzel: Yeah, well... nyah! You must update faster, too! -nodnodnod- -looooove- Pfft. Like you need a Bottle of Writing Talent. But Creepy Lady (TM) and exactly what she's doing will both come up later on. LOVE! We must fangirly-stalk each other more often! Or something.... -sheepish grin-
Twitch: MWAHAHAHA! -tackles!- Oh, you know I love you already. Pfft. -walks away- (... -LOVELOVELOVE-)
Janel of the Non-Update-ness: -pets- It's okay, I still love you. -giggles- DOOD. Speaking of Poppy Z. Brite... me and Twitch's musical director, Jefferson? His best friend is best friends with her! And Jefferson manages a bookstore so he let us borrow these uncorrected proofs of Liquor, which is possibly my favorite Brite book ever. Gotta love Rickey and G-man. "Suck my ass, yat boy!" Ahem. Sorry. I was amused by the yat-speakage. ANYWHO. LOVE!
G.A: -giggles- No prob, doll. You get to chew on Racetrack in this chapter! It was the least I could do. Mwaha! I adore you, you know that? To the point of fangirly obsession. -fangirls all over G.A's arm!-
Stage: Pfft. Nonsensical reviews are so much fun. I'm sorry about your eye. -pets- SwordWielding!Stage was a lot of fun. Tee-hee. -love and worshipping-
Well, that's all until next time. I wrote most of the last half of this chapter from ten PM to one AM last night, so it may not make much sense, as I was half-asleep. But I rather like the way it came out. So! Next chapter, the angels explain exactly what happened to Skittery's guardian, and the newsboys try to get help from various mystical creatures. -salutes!- Until then, adios!