Marianna came through her from door right as Magenta hung up. She knew it was her, she felt it. Dammit, she was wondering where Magenta had gotten to. It was her day off today, Magenta's that is. After her helluva night she really wanted to thank Magenta for letting her get sloshed. Oh well, let it go. She went to her bedroom and changed into a long green robe. She was off to the forest to look for some herbs, as she was running low. She grabbed a basket and left her home.

"I'm sorry i cant come to the phone right now, but if u leave a message, ill get back to you!" said Marianna's recording. Magenta groaned and hung the reciever up. "Dammit, Marianna, why do you have to have a life?"

Eight o'clock was aproaching fast, and Magenta had a strange not at the pit of her stomach. When the clock struck 7:30, she shuved (spelling) her worries into the back of her head and headed to the Soggy Flipper.

(CORRECTED VERSION)
Magenta was not the only person looking for someone. Another woman searched histerically(spelling?) for her child.

"I dont know how it happened...He just ran right out there..I dont know how it happened...," She repeatedly sobbed to strangers.

Magenta shivered to think about the child's fate. When she thought of Philly, however, she did not seem to worry. He always turnes up somewhere.

After two hours of searching, Magenta gave up and went home. Magenta sat silently in the only chair she owned and looked intently at the sun stains swirled onto her pea green window drapes. The unusual silence lulled her into a trance and she let time disapear for the moment. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, when the telephone rang.

"Hello" she answered

"Maggie!...Hey sorry skipped on yah...Make it up to ya with dinner?"

"Uh...sure"

"Great...Eight O'clock at the Soggy Flipper..see yah then!" The phone clicked and he was gone, leaving Magenta speachless.

"Drink," Azrael's voice ordered, emotionless. Walker looked blankly at the steaming brown liquid in the cup, then up at the jaguar shifter. Azrael's green eyes were sharp, intense, hair falling into his eyes as he nodded. "It's only tea. Drink, it'll make your head feel better."

HOWEVER, I do have some new characters to bring on in their place.

Nyx slowly wandered down the streets of the city. (Yeah, it's after 12:01) She sat atop a big and beautiful golden horse, whose fur had a little of orange in it. The horse, Mignon, (Pronounced Minion) looked about cautiously with his big golden eyes.

"Shh, my lovely," Nyx said. Mignon looked up at her, pleading. "I know, I know, Mignon, but not now. Not here!"

Marianna paused. Noon time... Where was Magenta? Marianna felt a brief worry before realizing if MAgenta was hurt she'd know. She always knew these things. Noble was looking at her.

"Marianna? What's wrong?" he asked softly, gently touching her hand. Monroe, who was watching in a corner invisibly, scowled. Marianna sensed his presence. She held Noble's hand and assured him she would be fine in a moment.

It was 11 o'clock and the marketplace was overflowing with customers. Mornings at Cape Silver were always rushed, and the Market place swarmed with people trying to get back home as fast as they could. (It was common knowledge that to be outside at exactly 12 noon or midnight ment a horrible end in Cape Silver) That is why Philly and Magenta made many people very annoyed as they strolled through the stressed out crowd that morning. Whether it was their coolness, or their lack of motion, something about their attitudes made even the nicest of people use the most horrible words.

"....Your auntie never liked me much, Maggie, she thought i had something to do mith ur ma' dyin...Your aunt's a...proper woman...she knew what was best for ya, so I had to give ya over to her...broke my heart but...she would be able to give ya what ya needed. You woudn't been able to get proper care from a rag tag fisherman, like myself..."

Magenta frowned, "Yeah, I guess, I just wish you didn't have to go...," Philly chuckled and put his arm around Magenta's shoulder. "Me too, baby-girl." Magenta looked down at her watch, "Philly, Its five of twelve." The market was vacant and the last bit of venders were ducking into nearby houses. "Philly?"

"Oh..." He said with fake concern "We better be gettin somewhere, I guess...."

By 11:58, they had found a little corner shop to take refuge in. They were not the only people to do so, making conditions rather cramped.

"Well isnt this cozy," Philly said with a grin. Other people around them, though, had a worried frown on their face.

"I remember u never liked this time of the day, in fact i dont ever remember see u hi....." Magenta's eyes darted around the small store. Philly was gone.Dont ya hate it when u read over a post and realize how wierd ur sentences are. I could have sworn i read over it. OH WELL :)

It was 11 o'clock and the marketplace was overflowing with customers. Mornings at Cape Silver were always rushed, and the Market place swarmed with people trying to get back home as fast as they could. (It was common knowledge that to be outside at exactly 12 noon or midnight ment a horrible end in Cape Silver) That is why Philly and Magenta made many people very annoyed as they strolled through the stressed out crowd that morning. Whether it was their coolness, or their lack of motion, something about their attitudes made even the nicest of people use the most horrible words.

"....Your auntie never liked me much, Maggie, she thought i had something to do mith ur ma' dyin...Your aunt's a...proper woman...she knew what was best for ya, so I had to give ya over to her...broke my heart but...she would be able to give ya what ya needed. You woudn't been able to get proper care from a rag tag fisherman, like myself..."

Magenta frowned, "Yeah, I guess, I just wish you didn't have to go...," Philly chuckled and put his arm around Magenta's shoulder. "Me too, baby-girl." Magenta looked down at her watch, "Philly, Its five of twelve." The market was vacant and the last bit of venders were ducking into nearby houses. "Philly?"

"Oh..." He said with fake concern "We better be gettin somewhere, I guess...."

By 11:58, they had found a little corner shop to take refuge in. They were not the only people to do so, making conditions rather cramped.

"Well isnt this cozy," Philly said with a grin. Other people around them, though, had a worried frown on their face.

"I remember u never liked this time of the day, in fact i dont ever remember see u hi....." Magenta's eyes darted around the small store. Philly was gone.

I dunno if I should dump Indie and Xenos or not. I don't remember anything about them.....huh. Maybe I have it saved somewhere.

Marianna put the key into the lock and opened the front door of her shop. She really should have closed today, especially since she was still a little under the weather. Noble came running up.

"Hey, Marianna. Finally, a sane person," he said, his breathing heavy from the running.

"Hello, Noble. What's up?" she asked, heading behind the counter.

"Well, after I left you some strange man asked if he could sleep on my couch. I saw your boyfriend appear out of no where and disappear back into it. It's been an odd morning," he explained. Marianna clenched her teeth.

"He is not my boyfriend!" she insisted.

Magenta passed her two story apartment building and headed towards Cape Silver's small harbor-port. Most of the fishermen had already gone off to sea for the day, but a few remained to sell yesterday's catches to the frequent passer-byers. Magenta looked at each the gritty- looking men that inhabited the old dry-rotted piers, looking a bit disappointed.

"Maggie?!...Is that me baby-girl?" Magenta turned toward the friendly voice and jumped with excitement. A jolly looking man in his late fifties was sitting there on a rusty little stool, gutting a fish. "PHILLY!...?" Magenta ran and rapped her arms around Philly's thick scrachy neck. He smelled like fish, but that didn't bother her. "I just heard from Pablo that you came in a weak ago... I've been meaning to come and see you..."
"It's good to see you baby-girl....you have grown so much since the last time I saw you." A warm smile beamed beneath his blood splattered face.

"Why did you come back?!..." Magenta's excited tone went to a whisper ",....Aren't there people still after you?" Philly's smile became uneasy, "Let's not talk about that right now...I hear you moved out of your aunt's house..."

THough she was thrown off a bit by Philly's off-handedness, she immediatly returned to her exited state: "Yeah I have a job and everything..."

Marianna was about to protest when she heard her door close. Damn, Magenta. Then she changed her mind. Damn Monroe.

Monroe rolled his eyes playfully. "I 'eard that, sweets."