to die would be an awfully big adventure [Ali]

[lullaby.of.lies]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] For Blaise, is was if time now either passed too swiftly or not at all. Each day dragged into the next, a ceaselessly never ending string of monotony. On one hand it had been months since she had done anything with her life; each day so much like the last they all ran together into a single blur, and it seemed only yesterday she had been mingling in the world of the supernatural. On the other hand, her days were so bland it seemed they took forever to pass. Each time she looked at the clock she was sure what had only been mere minutes had in fact been hours. There is a saying, time flies when you're having fun, Blaise now knew the opposite was true when you weren't having any fun at all. Blaise's accident and preceding adventure were her own secret, she never told her father when he returned. Lately business had been taking him away often, leaving Blaise to her own devices with only 2 rules; stay home and stay safe. Both rules unto themselves were quite easy, but, when taken into account that there were werewolves and vampires running around, things got more complicated. Home seemed good though, so home she had stayed. It wasn't that she was afraid, she had new knowledge that not all supernatural beings were evil, it was more or less just needing time to herself to digest things. It was a brisk mid winter day in Purgatory; Demon, Blaise's Malamute, was restless from being cooped up. Blaise knew all too well now that cabin fever must apply to dogs too, after all, for the last 3 days Demon had been entertaining himself by chasing the dust particles that were floating around the house. Blaise also felt a sense of entrapment, but hers was more a voluntary solitude; keeping Demon as her company meant keeping him as her hostage, and she knew that was selfish of her. Listen here buster, and listen good...I'll take you out, on the condition you never tell dad,... or else! Demon looked at her with quizzical eyes; of course he wouldn't tell, he was a dog! Blaise grabbed Demon's leash off the fridge, before she even had it in her hands he had pulled a superman off the couch and was sitting at her side as patently as he could; which frankly wasn't very. She managed to get the leash on but not before he knocked a few plants off the banister, spraying all the way down the basement stairs. Dont tell dad about that either, we'll clean it up later. The air was chilly, but after walking for a bit Blaise got used to it. She imagined that some day she'd move somewhere warmer, somewhere tropical where she could lay out and soak up the sun for hours. It was her pipe dream, but the conjured imaged helped her stay warmer. She didn't really know where she was going, Demon was leading the way. It probably wasn't one of her better ideas, but Blaise needed the mystery, adventure. Anything that wasn't sitting at home playing games or watching movies; there is only so much one can do cooped up in a house alone. The count comes to 538 (with code). Blaise's conversation has been tagged to Ali Ambrose. She is flaunting this! right now. Her puppeteer would also like you to know not the greatest but i suppose it will get things rolling ... =).