Vincent walked away, no luck today. He walked back to his house.
Simon rolled over in his sleep. He was haveing that dream again:
He looked around, lost. He made his way down a hall way with white walls. The only distinction between straight and turns was the shadows on the wall that turned the slightest gray and the floor was a callidescope of dull colors. he walked down, suddenly realizing it was a maze. He found a dead end. At the end of the wall was a mirror it reflected him and his surroundings as they were but him as himself but a blank look on his face and he was black and white. Simon found this quite disturbing and walked away from the mirror slowly, each time he saw the mirrors he would walk away from them and continue in the maze. He hit one dead end and saw that his hand was transparent. He walk away from it. Later he began to notice the rest of himself turning transparent. He felt weak. His feet were made of lead and he was moveing at a crawling pace. He turned and saw a large room with many entrances to it he walked into the room and looked into the final mirror...

Angel grabbed Sanae helping her to her feet, but staying next to her for support, "This would be easier if I was taller.... James quit being scardy cat. Come and help!"

James gulped and inched forward, trying desperately to ignore Sanae's none too happy gaze. He wrapped his arm around the red eyed woman's back, supporting her as much as his nerve would allow him. She snorted, wincing as the fingers on her hand twitched.

Vivian actually smiled a little, cookies sounded great,
"I'll be there in a moment." Vivian hung up and then dug into her dresser. She pulled out a bra, a nice tight blue shirt, and some blue jeans. She quickly changed and then headed downstairs. When she reached the kitchen, Vivian snuck up behind Deserve and then grabbed his shoulders and said,
"Boo!"

The Simon in the mirror looked just like him, but not like him at all. His eyebrows were furled and he was full of color while Simon was black and white as simon walked closer the other simon walked out of the mirror to him. He put his arms around him and wispered into his ear. "It's almost time to give back whats mine." Simon gasped and exploded into light. He sat straight up in bed, cold, sweaty, and shivering.

After awhile of dragging Sanae and Jamis being no help at all, they eventually made it back home. Angel kicked the door a few times, "Vincent! Wakie, wakie, we need your help.... ie...."

Vincent opened the door, "If she broke her knuckles again, I'm not calling the hospital, she needs to learn her lesHey wait a second! Where were you!" He pointed a finger at Angel "And why is he here!?" He pointerd then at james.

Angel jumped a bit, "Um..... I'll explan later. And James is here because I ran into him and Sanae is to heavy for just me so he's technically helping..... I use helping very loosly." She handed Sanae to Vincent before walking in towards the kitchen for a first+ad kit.

Vincent eyed her. "Why is it that ever since you moved in I haven't been able to sleep properly..."

Angel just shook her head, "I don't know maybe your have a sleeping disorder or something." She placed the kit down by the couch, "Drag the body over here and I'll wrap her hand..... here's your answer for why I was out... my legs got restless."

"I'm still awake you know," Sanae hissed, opening her eyes with obvious exhaustion. She glared at Angel, offened at being called 'the body.' James stood in the hall, nervously fiddling his thumbs. Vincent seem too happy with him here, so maybe if he just stayed in the background, they'd forget he was here and maybe he'd be able to go home.

Vincent crossed his arms. "I don't feel like it." He shook his finger at Sanea. "She can do it, she breaks her fists on hooker implants all the time, well, actually, not on the actuall implants, more like from her fist bounceing off the implants and into walls...."

Sanae scrambled to her feet, a snarl on her face. She lunged, intent on wrapping her hands around his slimy throat. She'd kill him. And she meant it this time.

Angel left her spot over at the couch, and was in front of Vincent ready to fight Sanae if necessary. Through a snarling, clenched jaw she spoke as calmly as she could, "You shall not touch my father."

Sanae's hands clamped down on Angel's shoulders, her angry, rusty eyes boring into the young girl's. She snarled something and pushed her away roughly, turning and stomping off toward the couch. She plopped down onto it, looking over her busted hand, fingering the bruises she had caused popping bones back into place.

"See? I told you she could do it by herself, in her own creepy way....."

"Vincent," Sanae said, the usual mirth in her voice gone. She cast him a warning glance, eyes sharp. "Don't fall asleep."

Vincent's hair stood up, an ominous chill went up his spine...

Angel stumbled a bit her temper staying, "...." She growled something that no one could make out. She walked slowly and as calmly as she could before giving a quick glare to Vincent then Sanae. "Good night...." Angel made her way into her room, curling up in her clothes and falling into a dreamless sleep.

"WHAT!? So you can go to sleep ANY TIME YOU WANT! But every time I Try to sleep its always, "Vincent this, and Wake up that" *Sob*" Vincent slid to the floor, "*Sob* It's not fair."
(As the creator of this RP I have to ask that Everyone begin to interact, includeing the romantic couples....)

In her room Angel mumbled something about Vicent needing to shut up before he got an ulcer, as she tossed over in her sleep.

Sanae tilted her head, eyes sharp. "Thus is the woes of being a doctor. Many sleepless nights and calls that require your attention," she said, standing up. "Even if your are just a psychologist, your patients do come first."

Vincents eyes became cold under his sunglasses as he looked down at her.

Sanae turned and grinned at him, her usual mirth and amusement returning. "But, then again, if you take a vacation, you can sleep as long as you want," she said happily, stretching her arm and yawning. She winced as she moved her hand wrong, cursing herself for punching that damn wall in the first place.

Vincent walked away. "You can sleep in my bed tonight, I'm going back out."