“So I had a gift this morning under my pillow.”  Rogue said off the topic at hand and Wind gave her an odd look.

            “Had you lost a tooth?”  Rogue’s mouth worked, but no sound came out, she rolled her eyes.  She was stuck here with Clueless.  Who had she pissed off to be cursed like this?  Than again she was learning things from the Windwalker than she’d never have thought possible on weeks before.

            “Merci.”  The JadedRogue simply said and Wind touched her shoulder, turning her.

            “For what I might ask?”  Rogue smirked at Wind, wondering when she was going to stop being so obtuse.

            “For the Dell.”  Rogue shot back and Wind shook her head,

            “I did not acquire you another cursed laptop.  I would not be so foolish.”  She stopped and Rogue looked around, sliding her hands into her pockets.

            “Then who…”  Rogue asked, Windwalker took her by the elbow and leading her back towards the door of the establishment.

            “Obviously someone thinks you need to be writing.”  Wind instructed her with a dark voice.

            “I write enough.”  Rogue said with a French curse under her breath.  “Non, we certainly need to find out what in Hades is…”  Rogue stopped short, rubbing her eyes and focusing on the blonde with Susan.

            “Is there something wrong?”  Rogue rubbed the back of her neck, turning and heading back to the bar. 

            “Rum and cock..; errr…. Coke!”  She ordered. Wind scrutinized the woman that the Jaded one seemed to have been staring at.  A wonderful paradigm of a woman, she had to admit that.  Green almond shaped eyes that filled the room with the sweep of her head.

            “An old paramour, Jaded?”  Wind asked and Rogue shot her a look of stone cold fire.  Wind was impressed.

            “I just want to know who wrote her into this lil script of ours that has gone awry.”  Jaded said, tossing back the drink,

            “Was the Dell really under your pillow?”  Wind asked and Rogue banged her head on the bar repeatedly.  Windwalker reached over and took a bar rag from the bartender and folded it, watching with the stealth of someone who once hunted her food as the Rogued one comically banged her head on the bar.  As she lifted her head, Wind slipped the towel under her head, cushioning the blows she was dealing to herself.

            “Would not want you knocking something out of joint; we may be in need of that wicked brain of yours later.”  Wind said as she walked away to mingle.  Perhaps she’d be able to find the lovely Helena Peabody for a conversation.

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Should Be

5.12.05

JMG

I tremble at the ghosts that haunt me

They know my every move                                         

I close my eyes

I wish I’d go blind

So that I couldn’t see

The visions that haunt me

I’ve so far to go before

My sanity runs thin

My soul on hold

How’s this world suppose to be?

Inhuman and suffering

Take my hand I’ll rescue thee

I can’t fall in love

With the delusion of you

Broken my heart, I made that decision

To let you in, now I’m in division

I maintain my position

At your feet and at your side

My good intentions suspicious

Do you care how this world should be

Not filled with the insanity it

Take my hand and I’ll rescue thee

Trust in the love that’s meant to be

Free them all from their birthplace of insanity