Through the Living Elan

"Cuz you're hot. Especially when you're terrified. And pale." Criistuul says. "Come on, don't be whiny. You're fine."

Tis fun.

"No, probably not." Criistuul says. "You're ours now. Our prisoner. Fun right? And when we get bored of you we'll just execute you during our spa night!"

Lord Alford wanders through London, head pounding. His lip is bruised. And... he looks down. Holy Cannoli... he thinks. His suit is ripped apart. Was that... blood? No... wait. Yes? The ball... was it still going? He was presentable enough, right? He surveys himself again. He would need... pants? Yes... those were important. He would go get pants.

Lei looks bemused at the two of them. Yep. Not trustworthy. Also... drunk. Lei's head hurts. Maybe that last cup of horneater white wasn't necessary... "Hey, you two. Break it up." He says. He stands up, then stumbles back into his chair. "No... fightinG..." Lei is out before his head hits the table.

Criistuul rolls her eyes. "Duh. That's why I put on disinfectant too, I'm not dumb."

Criistuul nods. “We can help you.” She peels off his shirt. Immediately many of the gurls around her sigh, swoon, and pass out. “Ooo… strong muscles you’ve got there.” She wraps his would with Bandages and disinfects it. “There you go. Better? Now how about you stay for a while…”

Criistuul gasped, and immediately turned to her popular girl buddies. "Did you see him?" She asks. "You know I did gurlypop!" Her girl-buddy-who-wasn't-quite-popular-enough-to-have-a-name said. "He is SO hot!" Criistuul says. What followed was around thirty minutes of girlish high-pitched squeals and whispering. Finally Criistuul walked over to him. "Hey hot guy." She said, "Want us to help you? We'll have to take off your shirt."

"Oh. My. GOODNESS." Said Criistuul, pronounced like Crystal. "I saw a hot guy on our raid yesterday! He even glanced at me! He probably loved me. Like, definitely. More than any of you." She gestured at her warriors. "You're all ugly. I, on the other hand, am beautiful, and popular." Criistuul sighs. "Too bad he was on the opposing team. But his blood made for a great manicure!"

Yep. Write away, my friend.

So. We've got a war going on at school. Between nerds, jocks, cheerleaders, etc. But their weapons are all things they use (Books for nerds, pom-poms for cheerleaders, etc).

You still taking suggestions? Cuz I have some ideas...

Elan Jr. suddenly collapses on the floor, his heart stopping. He is dead. Down in the prison, Elan collapses too, his body going limp, his breathing stopping. @Ookla the Raveness

His body flops to the floor. Yep. It's dead.

Elan is just about to post the poor review of the restaurant when suddenly he dies, his body going limp on his table.

"That's great!" Ella says. "I love it when life go-" She collapses to the floor, breathless, dead.