Not for long though, I have too little to keep me occupied. **** I’m a creative writing student. I’m the kooky chick. I don’t like my school, or...this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be. "I think I can see how you got posted out here. I'm thinking your attitude didn't exactly meet with imperial expectations." I have absolutely no idea what you could be talking about," Marlin answered evenly. "I always show deference to those in power in exactly the same proportion that they deserve, no matter how petty, stupid, pompous or elevated their blotted bureaucratic egos are." That's exactly what I'm guessing," Tom chuckled. "Well, I'm sure I'll see you around but now you had better. When it heals your right leg is going to be stiff for the rest of your life unless you do something about it." I'm not worried about me, what about the others? I saw Cain but they said it was just exhaustion, that he'd be ok after he rested some. Anyone else?" Yeah, Cain's ok, he's in another room resting himself. He had been very busy. At the end he even called up an Elemental that stomped around taking out a lot of the reinforcements that were moving up. If they had been able to get there we. My face encased in your hair. Your arms stretched out across mine, fingers interlaced, squeezing like a rabid heartbeat. Your eyes, magnetic and radiant in the dim bedroom light, holding mine in a spell. Without words they tell me to not dare look away or blink now, to gaze into this raging inferno we have created.And I feel the electricity here in us, beginning to spread like faint pinpricks just beneath the skin. They become tingles that are almost too much to take. You are the tempest raging.