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[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Delighted to have a distraction from the book, which had originally held as a horrible distraction from seeing his patient, Domonic tossed the book aside. He'd return it later. He returned Yvette's smile, and began to fumble with the string on his white sweatshirt. "Hey, Yvette. How's it going?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A shrug of her lithe shoulders. "It's fine. Yourself?"

Dainty, creamy little hand found the green ribbon laying across we breastbone and began to toy with the sheer fabric.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"It's going good. Got a book from the library, met Kalin's patient." Domonic shrugged, twirling the smooth string of his sweatshirt around his finger.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Yvette smirked. "Sounds fascinating. Tell me more?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Domonic rolled his eyes in good-nature. "So fascinating, I know, though I'm sure not as fascinating as the details of your day. Spill?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A light shrug. "Went to the circus, saw the show, came back."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Domonic nodded. "Thought so. Much more interesting." The sweatshirt string went into his mouth.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"So you think," Yvette said with a roll of her eyes. "I can't look at it without critiquing them."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"So what was there to criticize this week? No tigers? Clown wasn't fat enough? The cotton candy didn't stick to your mouth well enough?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A light slap. "Shut up."

Yvette smiled, though. "They're bull** was the dumbest I've ever seen, the flyers nearly dropped someone and I'm quite sure their fat lady was hardly 320."

[**"bull" as in elephant, not the cow with horns.]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

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A over dramacised wince, and Domonic rubbed where he had been lightly slapped, a pout forming on his coral pink lips. "Oowwwww, Yvette. You hurttttt."

"Well, I'm sorry try weren't as professional as you'd like them to be. But hey, I got an idea! We'll stuff you with food every hour, then you can be their new fat lady." He poked her stomach lightly. "You're not that far away. What are you now? A whopping one hundred pounds?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"Hardly," Yvette pouted, crossing her arms over her tiny stomach. "It's not my fault that I'm built for flying."

A small smirk was added. "Besides. I'm not going back."

Liar, she thought to herself.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"Until next week," Domonic said knowingly. Unless it proves to be too tempting, as always. "Then you'll come to me with more complaints about the /next/ circus that comes along."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"Nu-uh."

Yvette argued helplessly; she knew it was true.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Ugh. We can't go here either. Ummm...the Library?))

[Kat]

((Sure))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

~Iso the Musical Prodigy:3~ wrote: ""Nu-uh."

Yvette argued helplessly; she knew it was true."

Domonic rolled his eyes. "You can't win and you know it, Yvette. I bet you're gonna steal raw meat from the kitchens tonight to feed the starving tigers." He grinned, string out of his mouth, and was now plucking at it with his fingers.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A gentle shove. "Shut up. It's not my fault."

Smile was wide, however, and Yvette giggled. "Blame my mother for the tigers."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"Fine, I will. Yvette's mother, mother of Yvette, I blame you for making me suffer by giving your daughter something to come find me and complain about me to! Kill somebody and feed the damn striped kitties in the backyard!" He turned to look at Yvette, gray eyes blinking once, twice, three times. "Ok, I blamed your mother. Anything else?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Grin grew wider, and contagious giggles continued. "Stop it, stop it, I can't breathe."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

((Mmm... Faded. I shall post~))

Weeks had passed since Zach's departure. Penelope found herself sprawled across the sofa in front of the fireplace, enjoying the heat. She always came here after her showers-- it dried her hair faster and warmed her up from the ice-water.

Long brown hair was tied up, and bruised body was cloaked in jeans and a t-shirt. Water dripped down her back from her hair, and she shivered slightly.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

The imaginary girl glanced up lazily, then smiled when she recognized Zach. "Hey you," she said with a smile, opening her arms for a hug.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"You too. How was home?"

Head of wet mocha locks was rested against his shoulder, and pale blue eyes looked up to meet his.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"I bet they were. Was it a nice break?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"I know, I know. You explained it to me countless times. I get it," Penelope teased with a little giggle

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"No," she said, sarcasm heavy. "I've been without you for weeks and I'm not at all happy to see you."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Arms trailed their way behind his neck as lips met, and Penelope smiled against his kiss. Long fingers, with nails painted a pearly-white, toted with pale hair at the nape of his neck.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A little laugh. "Like anywhere in here is private?"

Penelope stood, though, and she took hold of Zach's hand. "C'mon. They never come in my room."

((and travel! XD))

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Limber form was dressed in skin-tight red today and sprawled across the leather sofa. Feet, clad in fuzzy socks-- an odd pleasure to Petra-- hung over the edge of the sofa. She had a hand running through her hair with one hand, and was inspecting the nails on the other.

The fire roared behind her, and whip could easily be seen sticking out of her pocket.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Head half-full of mousy waves turned, and sea-green eyes lazily met those of the stranger. "Hmm?"

Eyes flashed down to the whip, and then realisation dawned. "Ah. You've got something too, I presume?"

[ღஐKendraღஐ]

Alice strolled into the room taking in her surroundings. Her nurse was a couple steps away intently watching Alice's every move. Alice sat down on one of the leather couches reading a novel about the art of murder she had read thousands of times already.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Θήρα (Thera) LIKE A BOSS wrote: ""Yeah." Hand plunged into the front pocket of his jeans, retrieving his precious knife. "This.""

Petra pursed her lips and arched her sharp brow. "Impressive. What's it for?"

She turned entirely, facing the boy as to give him her undivided attention.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A shrug. " To each his own, I say."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Slight hesitation, and then, "Anjelike."

Petra rarely gave her first name out; it was like a safe house for her. No one knew, no one could use it against her.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Tanned hand met the darker one across the empty space, she shook. Petra smiled slightly before returning to her previous position. Hand rested atop the whip, not threateningly, just reassurance.

[ღஐKendraღஐ]

Alice started straying from her book and she decided to put the book down. She looked at the people and smiled her eyes lingered to Alexander's knife pocket she hadn't seen one in so long.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Θήρα (Thera) LIKE A BOSS wrote: ""A fine weapon, that." Dark head nodded to the whip.

"Not one I'd want to cross, I don't think.""

Petra smirked. "Damn right. Certaintly not when I'm wielding it."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A smile crossed Petra's full lips, painted their usual crimson red, and she ran a hand through her hair. "Oh, no need. I don't always bite."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A little laugh. Petra then cocked her head to the side. "So, Alexander, you have any family left?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Eyebrows were arched in surprise. "No shit. You've got a twin too?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"Mhm. Matty and I came here together when we were twelve. Home wasn't exactly the nicest of places."

Petra pursed her lips, but left it at that. She suddenly seemed very interested in her nail polish.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A low whistle. "Damn. You sick of it yet?"

She relaxed slightly when he didn't press the issue. Most would. She hated it when they did.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"Ain't that the truth," Petra muttered darkly, leaning her head back against the pillow.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Petra glanced over. "Tell me about her."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A small flit of sea-green orbs. "I'm honoured you think so highly of me," Petra smirked.

She nodded though. "Sounds about right. And she's here for...?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"You don't seem very dangerous."

Petra glanced down at her weapon. "My brother and I are here because of our Dad. He kinda... Broke us."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"So the nurses say."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

A small smile was offered to the fellow twin. "Well, enough of the drabness of our past lives. You high security or no?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"Lucky."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Petra rolled her eyes. "Don't we all?"