Kimberly smiled and looked around. The place was huge, a lot bigger than she expected. "Is he always grumpy?" She asked and smiled at Chris who was just standing there. She hoped she didn't make him angry with that question. Everyone's stress levels were so high right now because of the war. Nobody was playing games anymore and people weren't scared to shoot anyone.

Dimitri gave her a sideways look. "I already told you me and my brothers name. You nodded and agreed." He said slightly confused at her question. Did she have dementia or something. He didnt want to be rude if it was a medical problem. He wasnt that kind of guy. He knew if his brother was here he would have laughed.

Elaina smiled and nodded. "That would be great! If you want I can help you around." She said and let her eyes trail off. She hoped she didnt offend because the last thing she wanted was to be kicked back on the street and shot to death. Blowing up would be a better way to die than getting shot to death.

Damian's hands shot up and latched on to the girls hair. He pulled and slammed her head into the wall. When he let go she landed in a crumpled pile on the floor and he took the knife from her. He slowly backed away giving some room in between them. "Who the hell are you and why did you try to kill me!?" He exclaimed and could feel the blood start to roll down from his neck and soaking into his shirt.

"Not always. First time I saw him he was as happy as anyone could be." He said. "Later, further in the war, he went kind of...upset and became a hot-head." He said, trying to grin a bit. "Anyways, I've got an empty guest room. Not to bad in there. None of the lights work and admit drafty, but real good in there." He said. The guest room was the best room in the house so far, besides the basement, well, in a way.
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"Sorry." She said. "Bad with names." She explained. She really was bad at names. Either short memory or something else. But probably not really short memory. She could remember lines in a play perfectly. Though sometimes she 'tweaked' the scripts, which really got the director confused. She got kicked outta drama and acting after that.
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Alison didn't feel too offended. "It's fine." She said. "I don't mind." She told her. She smiled for a moment. She remembered how she sometimes got around. By dragging herself around with her arms. Which was actually kinda funny, in a way. "I've got a free room next to this one." She offered. "Pretty clean. Not too drafty."

Ashur raced over, chips now on the floor, and helped Blondina up. "She wasn't trying to kill you. This is her house. She was just ready to defend herself!" Ashur growled at the male. "Who are you anyways?" Ashur asked, walking over to the male and roughly taking Blondina's knife back from him and handing it to Blondina. "Are you okay Blondina?" He asked softly, concern in his voice. She answered back, "Did he gave to pull my hair! That really hurt! Do you want me to pull yours! Ugh! Boys really need to know how important luscious hair is to females!" Lunging at the male, completely unhurt, she kicked him in the groin and said, "Humph. That should make up for my scalp pains." Gracefully striding back to Ashur,,she grimaced and rubbed her scalp tenderly. "And by the way," she directed at the male, "I wasn't trying to kill you. I don't like to kill. It just reminds me of bad memories." Shuddering, she sat down on the couch, still eying the male warily.

Damian was relieved when she missed his groin. He was shocked that he said something. He had been legally mute his whole life. He shrugged and turned around walking out of the house. He beleive he didn't do anything wrong. She pulled a knife to his throat. He had every right.

Kimberly shook her head and rubbed one of her arms. "I um... I'm still sleeping with you... Right?" She asked a little nervously. She was scared of thunderstorms and just the thought of being alone in a dark, drafty room all by herself. She shivered imagining the only thing lighting up the room was lightning.

Dimitri sighed and he felt like he was talking to a child. "My name is Dimitri and my brother's is Scott." He said and than winked at her with an evil grin. "Oh and I know your name Mrs. Noa." He sad and wiggled his eyebrows with a laugh. He knew he was a weird guy and he enjoyed being weird. It was something he was good at.

Elaina smiled and held her hand out. "You wanna show me?" She asked and waited for the girl to take her hand. She could tell how tired the girl was of sitting there and she figured it would be nice to get up and walk for a few minutes. Maybe the girl would allow her to show her around outside.

(All nighter? I have no school tomorrow! They called it off! Its really bad here. Negative twenty and seven inches of snow.)

Chrs mentally slapped himself. "Yeah. I almost forgot. Sorry." He said. "We can both stay in the guest room, then." He said. "Alex sleeps all the way across from us." He noted. He wondered if Alex would want to tell this girl about India. Maybe. That India was a hot girl... Though he wouldn't admit it to Alex. But then, this lady seemed cool, too...
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Noa laughed. "I guess I'll say thanks for the re-intro." She said. "Noa's a boy name." She said randomly. Not many girls she knew were named Noa. She knew a lot of boys name Noah, though. She wondered why her parents named her 'Noa' and not like 'Noel' or something.
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Alison was uncertain. Well, she was fine with showing this girl the room. She was uncertain on getting up. She wanted to a lot. Why not give it a try. "Sure." She responded. She could use the cane for a bit of support. She leaned down and grabbed it.
((Yeah. I've got school tomorrow. Drat. No snow break for us. :( We haven't got ANY snow for 25 years. O,o))

Kimberly smiled and than walked to the guest room. There was a huge bed and a cabinet like closet. She walked over to the cabinet and opened it. It was completely empty and it reminded her of the closet from the movie Narnia. She went to close the closet and let out a scream. It was dark outside and the whole room lit up with the flash of lightning. She jumped inside the closet with a scream and closed it behind her. She was sobbing and covering her ears, she hated storms.

Dimitri laughed and nodded his head. "Umm. I guess it is, but a girl with the name Noa is still pretty cute to. Its different." He said and gave as toothy grin. She was right about the name. He had never met a girl with the name Noa before. It was weird and he wondered how much her parents hated her or how much they wanted a boy.

Elaina wrapped her arms around the girl and lifted her up. "You use me as much as you want." She said hoping it sounded like she was a polite person. She wondered why the girl would want to stay here all alone. Wouldn't she want someone around to help her.

Chris jumped. "Whoa!" He said. "It's only lightning. It's okay." He said calmly. "It can't hurt you here." He insisted. "Don't worry. Here." He grabbed a blanket and a pillow and handed them to her. "I promise it won't hit you." He said, smiling a bit. Okay, confirmed. This girl looked cute when she was scared! Oh cr@p, Davidson, you falling in love? Yes. Maybe he was.
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"In a way, I guess." She said. "I swear they wanted me to be a boy." She joked. "I don't know why, though." She added. Her parents had signed her up for soccer, which was fine, but the whole team was all boys, and football, which she did not fit in at all. "We always want what we don't have." She noted, smiling.
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Alison made a small intake of breath. She almost stood. Well, she wasn't sitting, but she wasn't standing completely either. But that was better than anything, right? Yes. It defiantly was. She wondered if anytime in her life she would be allowed to walk freely. Probably not. "Th-thank you!" Sh said, and she meant it. She coul feel herself starting to fall.

Finn slowly nodded when he heard her name. " I'm finn... " he said, turning his head to look at her. He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. " Don't worry...only this part smells like c***...my house doesn't smell that bad...hint of c*** I suppose... " he said, grinning at her reaction to the smell.