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[sub][color=gray]RE-SPINE ME. SANCTIFY ME.
MAKE ME YOUR SWEET PIECE OF ART.[/color][/sub][/center]

[color=ec582c][b]"Enough!"[/b][/color]

The stern voice of Milk shouted over the flurry of many other voices of women. Her voice dusty and powerful but sweet like honey. The ladies were upset, and more urgently they were hungry for lunch. [b]"I don't know why you keep covering for her Milk!"[/b] the voice of Bubblegum came, she had very recently joined the group- a young blonde, fair skinned and could not be but a couple years into her teens. Milk reached out and placed a hand on the slender shoulder of Gum. [color=ec582c][b]"I know you all are upset.."[/b][/color] she started, giving a gentle squeeze, [color=ec582c][b]"However you know how I feel about this, we work together as one. Separated we are nothing, together we are strong."[/b][/color] a few of the older women nodded. [color=ec582c][b]"I will feed you all once I have a few answers, we must find Twix and we must do it before night fall or she will be dead, and so will we."[/b][/color] a wail came from the group as another young member approached to Milk. 

She pulled the teen into her chest as she pet the hair of the young girl. The girl sobbed, her nose sniffling between her shallow breaths. Furrowed eyebrows became relaxed upon Milk's face as she placed her hand under the girl's chin and gently lifted it up, [color=ec582c][b]"Rolo, my sweet girl what happened? Why do you cry so loudly, when you should be singing to me?"[/b][/color] a smile formed on Milk's lips as she used her thumb to wipe the stream line of tears. 

[b]"I saw Twix leave with Hemlock earlier this morning, and I said nothing. I thought it was a dream!"[/b] the girl spewed out.

Leaning forward slightly, her bare heel raising off the ground, Milk kissed the soft freckled forehead of the tall brunette that was called Rolo. [color=ec582c][b]"Please do not cry, I am not angry. I just want us to all be together. Thank you for being honest with me."[/b][/color] she released Rolo as she stepped back slightly. All the women were so beautiful, their body types as varied as their skin tones, their expressions full of life and hope. [color=ec582c][b]"Let us get some food, shall we?"[/b][/color]

The group parted as Milk walked through the gang, her dreaded bright hair swinging to and fro across her back as she made her way to their kitchen. Milk's home was always overcrowded, but to most this was a comfort. The house had only two bedrooms- once in which Milk slept, and one that was saved for ceremonial births. The women slept in every corner of the main room that was littered with comfortable furniture ranging from pillows to entire mattresses. This was a safe place for the women, men were not allowed to sleep here, unless specified by Milk herself- which rarely ever happened. Most of them would only be here for awhile, some would be here their whole lives.

Opening a basket, Milk peered in to see that their daily rice supply had been cooked but was dwindling. She placed it on a counter, before squatting down and pulling out an unmarked plastic liter bottle from a lower cabinet. It was filled with a dark, sweet liquid that had been seasoned heavily and had almost a putrid odor if directly inhaled. Milk lifted the bottle and peered through it, as she swirled it around. [color=ec582c][b]"Hmm."[/b][/color] she pondered, as she opened the bottle and poured a little over half of the bottle into a wooden bowl. Sparrow hadn't come home in awhile, so fresh meat was not on the menu this afternoon. 

Milk would never eat before all of her women, so she nodded to them as they came forward in line. This was procedure by now, as they took turns scooping out a handful of rice. They would then if they so choose dip their ball of rice in the mixture, the liquid soaking up into the white grain turning it a dull brown. Thank you and other polite messages were echoed across the board as they ate up the light, but filling lunch. [color=ec582c][b]"Feel free to have more if you need it, but do not be greedy."[/b][/color] she mentioned, as she took the rest of the liquid from the bottle and drank it straight. It almost came back up but she swallowed the acidic liquid down, her pink lips stained from the mixture. The back of her hand served as a napkin as she placed the empty bottle back on the counter. 

[color=ec582c][b]"Fill that when you can, I have to speak to Alcohol. I will be back soon."[/b][/color]

Alcohol's home sat on top of the hill, and if you were to ask; to Milk it would be make a far better home for her than the one she currently resided in. As she made her way through the small village and eventually the hill she adjusted the cloth that wrapped around her voluptuous body. Along the way a flat stone on the road caught her eye. She decided to pick it up, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger as her doe eyes kept alert and active. By the time she reached closer to the top of the hill, the sun beat hard on her decorated back. The shutters of the house Alcohol lived in opened slightly as she rounded the corner.

[color=ec582c][b]"Alcohol!"[/b][/color] she yelled, her voice once again displaying the mix of sweet and spice. 

Her fingers gripped around the rock tighter as she finally reached his door, using the stone to pound a heavy SEVEN times. [color=ec582c][b]"We need to talk Al!"[/b][/color] she continued, her tone impatient from the hike she had to take to get here. If the women had said that Hemlock had been a part of this, then it had to be so. Alcohol had eyes on the entire city he ran, he saw every fly that landed on every shit that was taken. [color=ec582c][b]"I know you are here Alcohol, I saw you peeking at me when I came up the hill. If you enjoyed the show so much, you should have been taking this hike down to me instead. You know where I sleep Al. At least it wouldn't be too hard to convince everyone that you do."[/b][/color] she taunted from outside.

Milk leaned against the door frame, rock in hand as she sat waiting for Al to answer his door.