He's taken to the trees near the lake edge for his private parties now that it's warm enough outside to sit under one and throw stones at the water. He's got his MP3 player plugged into a pair of portable battery speakers and is pumping music out to keep the quiet sounds of the forest away. Spread across his lap are the makings of some biology ( Read more... )

When Leela had come with the baby he'd peeked his head in, to see what was happening but had left immediatly after, not sure how to take her arrival.

He knows if nothing changes, she'll grow up fine; if not around them and that Ella will like her. She'll end up family.

He doesn't mind that but he feels a sort of sense of lose that she won't grow ( Read more... )

Eventually the cramps got so bad, there was nothing Ray could do but curl up in bed and try to sleep it off ( Read more... )

I WANT MY BODY BACK, OH GOD, I WANT IT BACK.

MY STOMACH HURTS, WHY DOES IT HURT?!

;__; I want Ginger Ale.

Ray is dancing around just outside the back door with Snake around her neck like a boa, a large sparkly cowboy hat perched on her head. Her shoes have at some point gone missing and the pink cordory pants have been rolled up to her knees, just visible under the dress she's wearing as a shirt ( Read more... )

The day was silent and still, the house peaceful for the moment.

A wail carried through the house.

"Oh Goooooooood why hasn't it ENDED?!"

If you're close enough to Ray's room you might hear the sniffle and then the little horrifide sound at Ray finding himself... herself... sniffling.

Ray has taken to flopping half off the porch, so his upper half hangs down, his arms swinging, swirliing patterns onto the ground below him.

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

The mun is getting restless and Something is bound to happen soon.

This was the second time is half as many months Ray was dropping his bags to the floor with a thump.

"HEY! Hey, GUYS! Yohoo?" He pushes his bag inside the doorway with his foot, looking around with interest. "Suprise, it's me?"

"I want my picture back!" Ray flings himself into the chair, clutching said photo to him. He's restless, shifting every which way. "Janet is gone, jesus, and how can I get my photo back if I can't complete the task that way ( Read more... )

( Jason )