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[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris sighed.
Oh well..

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

sorry...

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Not your fault.

[♥ Rachel♥, Who wouldn't want to catch a guy in a bear suit?]

((waah! i'm alone!))

[Shannie Pie, The One Who's Never On]

Michelle wrote: "((lolz))
((omg shannon, no wonder why you were sick!))"
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((lolz...yeah. He's such a bully. ><' lol))

[Silver]

((yes! and idea, finally!! Can someone make some Austrailian werewolves?))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((lol shannon))

if you say so...

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

I do.

((i started writing another one of Chris' memories, and in this one, you feel bad for him ^^)

[Silver]

((okay...))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((wow really?))

she smiled a bit. okay.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

((mhm...he's like, 9 or 10 years old..))
((*starts typing*))

Chris stood up.
I think I'll go find that warehouse...for the heck of it.. he said and walked out of the house.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((*intrigued*))

uhm... okay. good luck with that.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris laughed quietly and phased, then ran off to where he remembered where the warehouse was.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

adrianne moved so she was sprawled in the middle of the floor again, watching.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris phased back into a human and saw the warehouse. He grinned triumphantly and made his way inside. The piano was still where it had always been. He looked over his shoulder, then closed the door behind him. He went over to the piano and settled himself on the bench.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

how did you find this place to begin with? adrianne wanted to know.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

I stumbled upon it.. he murmured, and then began playing Claire de Lune beautifully.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

thats amazing. she told him, awed.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris stopped playing.
Thanks. he said and grinned.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

any time. seriously. how long have you been playing?

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Eight years.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

amazing. she said again.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

((hello))

Thanks. he said, then his face fell when another memory hit him.
Chris ran into the church, his sneakers squeaking on the floor. He slipped and fell once, then quickly scrambled up and to a hooded figure kneeling in front of an altar.
“Dad! Dad!” he said in an excited voice, jumping up and down. The figure crossed himself,, then stood up. He lowered his hood to reveal a tanned face whose golden hair was cut close to his head. He looked down at Chris, his face blank.
“Yes?” he asked in a gravely voice. Chris beamed at his father.
“You’ll never guess who came over today!” he said excitedly and his dad raised an eyebrow.
“Who?” he asked, his voice showing no enthusiasm.
“Grandpa Josh.” he said and grinned. His dad’s eyes flashed with anger and he hit Chris across the face. Chris fell to the ground, the breath knocked out of him.
“You disturbed my prayer to tell me that?” his father hissed, hands clawed, “I never want to see that disgrace of a man.”
Chris looked up at him, his eyes shining with tears.
“But-“ he murmured quietly, rubbing his bruised cheek and wincing.
“No buts! Get out of my sight!” he roared and jabbed a finger to the church door. Chris’ lower lip trembled, and he scurried out of the church, tears streaming down his face.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

oh, my-- she trailed. what was that?

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris leaned his head on the piano.
Nothing. he said, and even his mental voice cracked.

((yeah, and he kinda hates most of his family...so now he's a hermit outcast living on Mount Sinai ^^))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

now she really wished she hadnt left. are you okay? she asked, concerned.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

I'm..I'm okay. he sighed.
Chris kept running, branches scratching against him. He finally stopped and collapsed onto the ground, face in his hands. The blood from his scratches mixed with the tears to create a salty taste in his mouth.
"Why?" he sobbed, "Why do you have to be so mean to me?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

she bit her lip, practically able to feel his past sorrow. really?

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Yeah... he said, and now remembered that his father was an outcast hermit living on Mount Sinai. He sighed quietly.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

okay...

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris looked up and blinked at the sun that streamed on his face.
I don't think i could ever go back.. he murmured, half to himself.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

go back where? adriannd asked gently.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Germany.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

she nodded once to herself. but i thought you were... to join the pack again or something...

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris shrugged.
I..I don't know anymore.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

o-okay...

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris sighed quietly.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

im sorry.... and dont tell me its not my fault, cuz then ill feel worse.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris didn't answer.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

keep playing? she requested softly.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris nodded and began playing again. It was a slow tune, but beautiful at the same time.

[Silver]

((The air is sooooooooooooooo dry!! My nose is bleeding...))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

she sighed and relaxed, listening intently.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Chris kept playing, not knowing how long he had been.

[Silver]

((Can you guys pleeeeeeeease make some Austrailian wolves for my charries to spy on?))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((uhm....?))

which song is that? she wanted to know.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

I'm not sure..I learned it a while ago..

((gtg))

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((what? no!!!!))

oh, okay...

[Silver]

((please? and bye))

[Silver]

((fine, ignore me.))