What Fools These Mortals Be. (acheron)

Nick Was Dressed In Jeans, A Dark Green Sweater, And Bomber Jacket–the Perfect Image Of A Rich College Student. Talon Looked Like A Biker Who Had Just Left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s Premier Biker Bar. Acheron Looked Like A Refugee From The Dungeon–the Local Underground Goth Hangout. Valerius Was The Professional Contingent, And Zarek…zarek Just Looked Like He Was Ready To Kill Something.’ (talon)

I Have To Try. I Can’t Leave Him There. You Don’t Understand, Vik. I Love Him, And I Can’t Let Him Pay For Something I Did. I Don’t Care What It Takes, We Have To Save Him. (alix) Those Words, Little Girl, Just Saved Your Life. (shahara)

Anything You Need, You Tell Him And He'll Get It For You. If He Offends You In Any Way, Let Me Know And I'll Kill Him When I Get Up.

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

So What Happened? (maggie) Nothing Major. It’s Just A Group Of Assholes Out To Kill Me. (wren)