CallaLily180

Spliced

Yes, how cute it is.

The Orphanage for the Unusual

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Kyo had thought about calling the group, but he didn't remember anyone receiving cell phones like they had the last time they went on a field trip. Although he could have just missed that part. He wasn't sure. Anyway, it occurred to him that there was another problem with that plan anyhow, a slightly more obvious one. Before leaving, he wrote down the phone number and the street name, so at least something could still get done while he searched for the group. He looked around again before getting an idea. He scribbled down a note quickly onto a spare piece of paper he was carrying and stuck it in the door of the phone booth. It had his name clearly printed on it, so hopefully someone might notice it even though it wasn't a particularly big piece of paper. He started off again, walking another block and before realizing: There was no way there had seen that phone booth before.

Myra panted as she sat on the street coner mustering up whatever strength she had left. As she got back up she continued to run in the same pointless direction she had been. If she had the courage she could toucb the sidewalk and find Kyo...maybe, but at the same time she felt to scared to do so. She made a right turn down another street and called out Kyo's name every few seconds as she kept getting glimpses of people's memories as she bumped into them with a slight sensation everytime.

Distance from group: Three blocks down, half a block to the right.
Distance from Kyo: Three and a half blocks to the right. *facepalms*

The Orphanage for the Unusual

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Kyo walked off what he thought to be where he came from. He had turned around so many times searching for the others that he couldn't be sure, but he was certain that he had seen that restaurant before. And that mailbox. He continued toward them and eventually past them, completely unaware that there had been a similar restaurant a short ways back, as well as another mailbox on the corner behind said restaraunt. He had forgotten the placement, though, thinking that the mailbox had been on the other side of the street like this one. After another minute of walking, he found a phone booth and took a look inside.

Myra sighed, she had no idea why Kyo had ran off. If course it had to be her fault, Roxy in all of her cute anger was probably bashing her right now but she didn't really care as she continued walking. "Kyo? Come on, you know that this is not the time." She yells as she continues down the sidewalk, she had passed the ice rink already but when she stopped and searched it there was no sign of Kyo. She sighed and stuck her hand on the sidewalk, this time she pulled away as if she had been burned by all the memories. She didn't try again as she just continued to call Kyo's name in the hopes of finding him.

Distance from group: Two blocks down Distance from Kyo: Two blocks to the right.

Supernatural Academy

That isn't...

Supernatural Academy

Well that is normal enough.

Supernatural Academy

Maybe the awkwardness? Or the fact that it was kind of perverted? Or you have a dirty mind.

Supernatural Academy

No, don't die! Get an ambulance someone!!

Supernatural Academy

Trust me, it took a lot of pride to write that.

Supernatural Academy

Yes, tell us what is happening my dear friend. And keep Magnum away from Saren, she will forever be stag.

Supernatural Academy

I stand alone a couple feet away from them, hidden in my own shadows. As I watch them I laugh and shake my head. This is like a bad drama, maybe I should join in the play? Or better yet just sit and watch as the background shakes. I smile and walk towards the scene, my dress is still wet but is drying as I enjoy watching them up close and personal. "I like this little scene of yours. What am I smelling? It smells like..well it smells like sex."