Short Story: Strangers In The Dumpster

“But then who’s the one organizing all of these activities?” the Godmother asked the two Remnants.

"Blake, are you kidding me? Again!" Weiss yelled as she saw the stuffing spilling out of a pillow from claw marks. "I'm sorry. Its a habit!" Blake was about to continue on with her apology, but Weiss cut her off. "Its a problem! You've cause a hundred dollars of damage in one month!" Weiss sighed. "Since Yang and Ruby don't care about the mutilation of our furniture at all, I'm going to have to stop you. Blake, one more incedent, and I'm sending you to the pound." Blake scanned Weiss's face for any sign that she was jesting, but found that she was being completely serious.

“I don’t know, but we need to look for information before we can go back.”

“No, I think it’s mostly Nico,” Thalia commented offhandedly as she pulled Piper and Nico to their feet.

no more trouble and arrive in Rome. Percy and Annabeth head out to start Annabeth’s

While Anders sat there on the floor bleeding from an apparent bullet wound to the head, the lady that was standing next to him in line is now standing there trying desperately not to cry and in apparent shock looks at the robbers as they say to her “lay down, shut the fuck up, and follow directions, before I do the same to you!” She slowly turns her head in the other direction and cries softly to morn a person that just a few seconds ago she had a distaste for, asking herself why? Why didn’t this man just keep his mouth shut? Why couldn’t he just be quiet like everyone else? And an echo in her head …justice is done, as this woman was sitting there beating herself up over a conversation she had a few seconds ago with a complete stranger

A long time ago, a clouded leopard, named Gilbert, wanted to take a trip all by himself. He figured he was old enough to go alone. Although he didn’t want to take just any old trip like all the other clouded leopards, he wanted to go to the sky! Gilbert started to search for the tallest tree he could find. Once he found it, he climbed all the way up to the tippy top. He then stretched his paw as far as he could to reach for the clouds. He pulled himself up through the cloud. He was finally in the sky!

"Hart Street..." Gilbert thought out loud staring at the television. People were hurrying out onto the street from the convenience store.

“That’s supposed to be your role isn’t it? It’s why I’m here, after all.” Dustin folded his legs up and took a seat on the floor, disrupting the… prayer circle or whatever this was. Azrael stood up, making a scary face at one of the men until he moved over. “I’m actually looking for someone important. Someone who wouldn’t blend in well.”

“It's actually a prophecy. There's a secret group trying to put it together,” Zarya started to explain.

It had started so simply. Twenty one year old Ludwig Beilschmidt had been sitting in the cafeteria with his friend, Arthur Kirkland, the conversation having, once more, taken an incredibly odd turn.

Like with Adrian’s introduction Vanessa did not pay much mind to Victor’s, but she did pay attention when he mentioned security. Pointing her ears Vanessa managed to hear pick up the sound of heavy boots on the polished floor. Vanessa already knew security was doing something, but know she knew for a fact that what ever they were doing it was here. Naturally, Vanessa’s eyes drifted to the one suspicious person, just as she took Victor out and sent him falling onto her body.

"James has been with his fraternity lately for some kind of 'group study, '" She enunciates the tidings with finger quotes. "I 'm feeling skeptical about it too; he scarcely texts me anymore and that makes me glum."

“I know gods aren’t expected to be like mortals, but you’re all still a family. Doesn’t that hold weight with any of you?” Cassandra questioned, hoping she didn’t sound too critical. The last thing she wanted to do was make her friend angry and chase him away.

“How could he, does he even know who Draco Malfoy is?” Ron asked, pacing back and forth.