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So we're ready to go, then?

Yup. ^^

And for some reason, I'm feeling a bit of writers' block at the moment...Moki? You mind starting?

Sure, I'd love to ^^

Andrew looked around the cold, empty place they had called home for so many years. He was sitting down, not sure what to do. Looking down, eventually, he found himself on the verge of tears once more. He hadn't cried a single watery drop since their Guardian's death. However, he had been so overcome with grief, he had refused to talk to pretty much all the others.

He would occasionally communicate with them via body language, but he hadn't spoken a word since news of her death came. He knew that the funeral was coming up, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. He didn't even think he wanted to go. It would only make him have to try that much harder not to show how broken inside he really was.

After all, this was the person they had known for years. The one who had taken care of them since they were young. Now that she was gone, the teenagers were left on their own. They had to take care of themselves now. And that was a huge weight to put on their individual shoulders.

Andrew just hoped, in his heart of hearts, that he wouldn't allow himself to ever shed a single tear. He had come close, but managed to keep his eyes from watering after a humongous struggle to do so. He hadn't smiled since, hadn't spoken a word, and wasn't sure he ever would. Still, company was better than being alone. So his struggling to not cry eyes were searching around the small place, looking for any sign of those he knew.

Andrew noticed Mason walk by, and this immediately snapped him out of his trance into another episode of grief. He did something somewhat shocking. He hadn't talked this entire time. Though, he felt a huge urge to say something. His mind was desperately roaring at him to scream, but his heart was telling him to continue his silence. He didn't know which to choose. And it was causing the worst turmoil his body had ever endured... mentally.

He glanced at his scars. The mysterious burn marks that ran around his hands, skipped to his elbow, and wrapped around his shoulders and back. He never really found out where they truly came from. His brothers and sisters all had been told the same as him: They'd endured a simple accident. Simple? Andrew had often wondered to himself. If it was so simple, why do I have these burns covering half of my body? He often, also wondered, what ever happened. No one ever told them that either.

They had been sheltered. Ever since Andrew knew, their Guardian had given them shelter. Kept them living relatively quiet lives. Now, though, Andrew knew he could no longer be entirely silent. It wasn't fair to his siblings. It just... it wasn't right. Why should he cause even more worry? For once, there was a simple, no doubt about it, answer: He shouldn't.

He got up slowly from the couch, still somewhat unsure, but keeping his decision in tact. He followed Mason's trail into the kitchen just to see him petting the cat. Strange... doesn't that cat always claw at him? Andrew vaguely wondered. Ah, it didn't matter at the moment. He had made his presence known by knocking twice, softly, against the frame of the opening to the kitchen. Still, he remained silent. He didn't know what to say.

Andrew followed Mason out into the foyer and stood in front of him. He didn't bother sitting on the couch because he had sat too long on it earlier. He tried to say something. He desperately did, but the truth was, he didn't know what to respond with. He would only guess that after you go so long without saying a word, it's hard to find the right ones to blab with.

He looked back at Mason and finally, finally, said something. "Um..." He muttered, feeling his voice a bit hoarse. He attempted to clear it up, and succeeded. After that, he continued, "I..." He trailed off, stuttered. He didn't know what to do. He sat on the couch next to his brother, finally, and put his hands on his face. Bending his back downwards, he breathed deeply, sighing a great breath. He put his face back to its original position. He took another breath, but this time, it wasn't worthless.

"I don't know what to do."

Andrew suddenly felt himself smiling as Kenya came and hugged him tightly. At first he was hesitant, but eventually he brought his arms up to hug her back. He nodded. "I guess I did," He replied, feeling the strangeness of words lulling across his tongue. He almost stopped altogether before hearing Mason's voice as well.

Andrew gave one of his free hands and pumped it against Mason's. "Good to be back," he said. He knew himself. He knew he'd only be able to say short answers like these for a day or two. Perhaps even another week. But however long it took, Andrew was just glad himself that he finally worked up the courage to talk. If you thought about it long enough, his guardian most likely wouldn't want him to stay silenced forever... isn't that what people always say? When those you've loved have moved on, they prefer you did as well?

Ooc:// Paused for Inferno.

Thanks. I've been busy lately, sorry bout that.
Anyways, it will take a little bit to read up and post though, okay?

Aara watched the clock with timid eyes. She watched the pendulum as it raced back and forth, dashing savagely, seeming way too fast than it had been before their Guardian died. The wooden floorboards beneath her feet seemed too close, and too solid when her toes happened to brush against them.

Suddenly, Aara knew she shouldn't be alone in this room. It was a room like many others, packed with various materials and supplies, books and such, but it seemed too sad, too lonely. She had come here knowing she wouldn't be found. Knowing this room was mostly un touched and overlooked.

Making her way to the door, she opened it, preceding into the hallway. She walked in hurried steps, in a speedy gait. Aara winced as her feet stuck the floor boards, sounding as if a whole army was giving chase. Heaving a sigh,she swallowed and continued.

Um, is this still going? Hm? xD

"Aara! Hey, Aara! Guess what? Andrew finally talked!" Kenya said happily, calling out as she heard Aara's familiar footsteps in the hallway. Turning around to face her, Kenya's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes easily gave away her excitement.

Ooc:// So, so sorry for the incredibly short post....I have a horrible case of writers' block at the moment.