09-16-2012, 06:43 PM
Sinopa flapped her wings around a bit to cool herself and the others off; just to stir a small breeze, really. "Mmm, I can already taste the catfish! I found some old preserved spices in that shack outside town; they don't taste too moldy so I figure we can use that. Bit spicy though."
Back in Utopia, Diane had returned home and was unwrapping her hands from boxing bandages as she glared at her well-worn punching bag. She'd ripped a new hole in the one side and she'd have to patch it later. With a grimace she flopped down into her easy chair, leaning back and closing her eyes as she wiped sweat off of her forehead. She felt a bit better now, but she knew she'd be better off if she stayed in for a few days.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?