If I Lay Here...

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid trekked across the Divine Hills with a pack on his back. His eyes were cold and stern behind his usual red goggles, yet he didn't know why. His halo seemed to be producing more shadow around it than usual, and his horns looked ominously black. The sky was grey and mournful, as if a close friend had just passed. He dug his chin further under the ridiculously high collar of his jacket and his coat tails flew behind him. In his left hand he was clutching the handle of a boombox, with "MoRBiD" painted on the side in white nailpolish. The wind blew his milky hair as he kept walking.
Finally he stopped and put the boombox down. He tightened the bondage straps on his jacket to keep it closed tighter and warmer. The brisk air barely got to him through his warm clothing, but he didn't want to chance it. He got down on one knee and unsheathed his knife. He carved into the ground an anarchy symbol and muttered, "Exaresco." A black circle appeared over the spot as he placed the boombox on the symbol. "Tut tut, it looks like rain," he chuckled to himself dryly. He then sat on the ground and carved three pentagrams. "Exaresco acontego," he mumbled and his jacket and pants glowed white for a second.
He sighed as he got back up on two feet. Sliding his backpack off his shoulders, he unzipped a middle pocket and slipped out a couple of CDs. Simple Plan, Dean Gray, Three Days Grace, and a few mix CDs. He placed them in the boombox and then took a step away. He collapsed on the ground, lying on his back, and reached for the play button. "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol began to play. He then drew two pentagrams next to him and black dots flew out and began to blast the song across the hills. It began to rain, and he hoped someone would join him.

"If I lay here / If I just lay here / Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

[hannah montana]

From the depths of the Underworld, Amber shot forth onto the hills in a blaze of flaming glory. The rain extinguished the fire just as quickly as she raced around, making smoke fly up from where she stepped and from her very body. Amber laughed as she ran wildly, then paused from some music. She slowed herself and then began to waltz around, the smoke getting fainter. "Play something better than this, kid!" she called to some random kid with goggles. There sure were a lot more kids at TMA these days.

[Skulls And Pie]

OoC: What's wrong with Chasing Cars, huh?

Morbid just lay there, pretty much ignoring the new girl. He rolled his eyes, but the song had just ended, so it didn't matter if he had paid attention or not. "What I've Done" by Linkin Park began to play, and he smirked. He tapped his foot for a bit, and then decided to make a wet-grass-angel. Moving in the usual snow angel way, he soon got tired of this stupidity. He was still warm and dry in his pinstriped jacket. He sat up and put his pack back on. Getting up slowly, he suddenly ran over to a tree. Taking Iuguolo out, he began to climb the tree using it.

"And wash away what I've done."

Now up in the tree, he sat and took something out of the backpack. Thunder boomed somewhere and he began to read up in his tree.

[ronnocerman]

Leefe walked plainly into view, absorbed in thought. "I want to fight, but there is nothing here," He said, silently to himself. He hadn't fought in a while, since he came here and was not accustomed to this peaceful life, and thus was easy to tick off. He pulled an arrow out of his quiver absentmindedly and began to roll it between his fingers. The cold did not have much affect on him, since he grew up in the wilderness, so he wore minimal protection. "What is that annoying noise!" he said to himself. The music had grown steadily louder as he walked. He finally spotted Morbid in the tree and jumped up next to him. "Hey Morbid," He said, sitting on a higher branch. "What's
up?"

[hannah montana]

"That's IT! You play one decent song if you have a dancing partner, THEN YOU PLAY THIS WHINEY BITCH EMO SHIT!" Amber snarled, kicking the boombox over in the wet grass. "GRAAH! Bring me some Lil Jon!! Soulja Boy! Lil Wayne!! Listen to some REAL music, child!" Then she presumed to do the Soulja Boy while singing Crank Dat in her blackest of black voices.

[boohhahaha >:] amber is into rap...and powerpop...and that's like AAALLL she listens to haha XD oh and rave music, duh XD]

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid jumped out of the tree. "A-hole," he whispered. He then took the boombox with him, the "umbrella" following it. He pressed skip and it got to "Because it's Midnite" by LimoZeen. "HAIR METAL PWNS!" he shouted as he handed the boombox to Leefe as he climbed up again. He stuck his tongue out as he took the boombox back. He then cut off a twig from the tree and threw it at Amber, hard.

OoC: Kinda short, sorry.

[hannah montana]

[[lmfao mine are always short XD it's all talking on mine too XD]]

Fire ate away the twig before it reached her, and the rain washed it away until the wet ashes fell to the ground silently. She rolled her eyes at the kid who's name she didn't even know, and she wasn't sure she even wanted to know...unless he was up for a lesson in music. Amber pulled out a small umbrella from her blue CareBear backpack and threw it into the air, catching the purple-and-orange-butterfly-patterned object and spinning. "I'll let you stand under my umbrella ella ellaaaa!!" Amber screamed, twisting and turning faster than before, smoke beginning to rise once more.

[Skulls And Pie]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Morbid screeched in pain at the horrible song. "You actually LIKE that song? I'd rather listen to styrofoam rubbing against more styrofoam!" He then pressed the skip button on the boombox and a song that no one could object to began to play: Thriller. His eyes got wide and a grin spread across his face. He jumped to the ground, keeping the boombox in the tree and began to do the dance. "Cause it's a THRILLAH! THRILLAH!" he sang along, more like shouting, however, over the pouring rain and occasional thunder. "Come on, girlie, Leefe, JOIN MEH!!!" he shouted, wiping the rain off of his goggles as he zombie handed, zombie handed, zombie-hand-and-walk-ed.

[hannah montana]

"OMFG YOU LIKE THRILLER AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE WE ARE MEANT TO BE FRANZ!!!" Amber screamed, jumping in place beside him and throwing her umbrella behind her as she did the Thriller as well. "Cause this is THRILLEEEEEEERR!" she sang/yelled through the rain, her blonde hair darker and sticking to her face and neck.