Happy 4th! On the Fifth...

Happy Independance Day, everyone! I'm fashionably late, obviously xD

I don't have much to chat about in the region of 'stuff'. Give me a moment.

Ah, alright, here we go.

Who all likes bananas? They're yellow and smell good, and have cool natural packaging. Monkeys like eating them too!

Part 8

Author's Note- Naughty Libbie! I expect some very good, interesting excuses indeed! I suppose I can write a little.

After managing to get to the local airport that I was shocked was still open, James and I sat down in our terminal. We had an hour wait, and so wait we would.
Three minutes into our wait, James spoke up.
"This is terribly boring."
"We've been sitting here for three minutes," I said.
"And they've been the three most boring minutes of my life!" He protested.
"Then take a nap or something," I told him, not in the mood for pointless banter that would accomplish nothing.
He shrugged. "Okay." Settling back into his chair, he closed his eyes and soon I started to hear soft snuffles.
He would be out for a while now.
It didn't take me much longer to recognize why James was so bored. This had to be the most monotonous place I had ever been! Everything was either white or a rather unfashionable shade of navy blue. Every minute or so, the near silence was interrupted by the intercom droning on about checking luggage and not carrying razors onto the airplane.
"This had better be worth it," I muttered to myself. "Because this is torture."

Thoughts from an Airport

I realized that I haven't written in months. I could give you excuses (and at some point I probably will) but for now I will give you advice on how NOT to annoy every person in this God-forsaken place.
Rule 1) Please don't be one of those people who decides that today is the day you are going to wear your favorite (seventeen) necklace(s) with an arm full of bangles and the rings that you could not live without. And then you forget to take it off and it takes like 1/2 an hour and eveyone wants to strangle you.
Rule 2) When your boarding a plane and the person is taking there time, lounging in the aisle (usually because they're too cheap to spend the $15 required to check a bag) and they decide they should try and shove it in this extremley small area above the seats. When this happens, the person is usually in approximatley the 3rd row.
Rule 3) I'm not just going to gate on the passengers. This ones for the boarding-pass-giver-outers (it's totally a real word;look it up). So let's say I'm Gabe and I am traveling with my bestie Joe. Joe an I have the decensey(sp) to check our bags. So we are at the counter getting our boarding passes and checking our bags TOGETHER and the weight limit is 15 pounds (it's a small plane) and Joe puts his bag on the scale and it's 12 pounds and he's all happy. Then I put mine on the scale and it is 16 pounds. The lady at the counter knows that we are traveling together. She knows that this weight is all going to the same plane, but she still forces me to make me take out 1 pound from my bag and put it in Joe's.

Those are just a few of the things that make me hate airports. What do you hate about airports (because I know I left some stuff out). I really am sorry I've been MIA. It's your turn Jess.

Part Seven

"Watson?" James echoed as he read over my shoulder. "Like the guy in Sherlock Holmes?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of that entire letter, that's what caught your eye?" I shook my head, and he grinned doofishly. Leave it to my brother to make a creepy and wierd situation feel comfortable. I slid my mother's ring onto my right hand, and James did the same with Dad's. I decided not to think about the freaky coincidence of the passports and turned to James. "Ready to fly to a foriegn country?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"One more thing to check off the bucket list, hey?" He offered me his hand, and I took it. We were maybe half an hour out of the nearest town. If we could get there, we could hotwire a car and get to the nearest airport before tomorrow ended. I broke out into a run, letting go of my brother's hand and racing ahead of him. Over the years of being a fugitive from the Social Services, I had picked up the talent. I even raced a few irked alleycats once.
I highly advise against it.
I could hear James huffing and puffing behind me- it was a fact I was a better runner than him, and we'd been running off and on all day. That didn't slow me down, though. He could man up and deal with it- I wanted to find this Watson dude and find out what was so important.

Part SIx

We ran and ran, trying to get far away from that thing, but we had no idea what we were doing. We had been looking so long that we had forgotten what else to do. The sun was beginning to rise and we couldn't see any demon child so we decided to sit. I took the letter that we had received so long ago and decided that now was a fine time to open it. The aging envelope was thick with a few bumps, creasing with the steady position that it had held in my pocket.
Do not open until you are ready.
is what the envelope read on the outside. I opened the envelope and a couple of one hundred dollar bills flew out. James went running after them and had recovered both before they had time to get too far away. He came down to sit next to me and I gave him all of the money to hold. The next thing that was in there were two rings. They had both previously belonged to our parents. They were not their wedding rings ,but they still wore the rings constantly. Our mother's ring was a silver band with an inner band of inlaid rubies. On top there was a round, red, opaque stone. Our father's was almost the same but with a gold band rather than silver. I left them both in the envelope and took the two passports.
You have opened this envelope because you now believe you are ready. They were both pictures of James and I currently, with the current year as the year we received our passports, with different names. How is this so current? According to the passports, I was Sarah Jane Smith and James was John Charles Smith. I then pulled out the last remaining thing in the envelope. The letter.
Dear James and Scarlett,
You have opened this letter because you believe you are ready. We know that we will not live much longer so we would like to say goodbye one last time. Please know that everything we have done has been in the best interest of you two. Now we must conduct business. Wear the rings with pride as we wore them. By now you have seen the passports and Angelica. There are some things in this world that you do not yet know. Things that you will come to understand. First I need you to book the soonest flight to London. That is what the money is for. There you will find Dr. Joseph Watson. He will explain everything. The clocks are ticking.
With love,
Mom and Dad

More Stuff (Merlin Related)

Thank you, google...I am in love with google images right now xD

It's a little fuzzy...Still. xD

Part Five

I raised an eyebrow, confused. Both of us had stopped to stare curiously at this...this thing before us.
"Then what are you?" I asked, albeit tentatively.
She giggled, holding a delicate white hand to her mouth. "What fun is a mystery when you already know the answer?" She pointed out, winking at us. I almost shuddered. Something about the way she talked made me think this was not funny in the slightest. "Now be good little children and hand over the box."
"Why should I?" I shot back, regaining my defense. "If you aren't my sister, I owe you nothing!"
Angelica's eyes grew dark, like the sky before a storm. With the same lightening speed she had displayed back in the hut, she was up in my face. Well, more of my neck. Despite her terror, I felt comfort in her vertically challenged condition.
"You owe me your life, Scarlett!" She hissed, her pupils dilating with every word. "You have no idea the things I do for you!" She backed away, and started into her maniacal giggling again. "Of course, who would have told you?"
James backed away slightly, and held out his hand for me to take. "We need to get out of here," he murmured as Angelica curled over in her fit of hysterics. I merely nodded, and snatched his hand in mine. Once again we were on the run.
"No! Get back here! I did not tell you to leave!" Angelica's screams of fury hurt my ears, but we kept running, stumbling only once on a particularly large rock. I could hear her bare feet slapping against the leaf-coated earth as well, slowly gaining on us. As we passed a rotting piece of fence, I heard her gasp as if the air had been punched out of her, like she had run into a wall. I stopped, and turned to see her stuck behind the rotting fencepost.
"Come back and give me what I require!" She screeched. Her voice was starting to fade, almost as if she were the end of a bad horror movie. "You owe me your lives! My life flows in your veins, Scarlett! And yours too, James! Come back and give me what I require!" Her voice began to crack and rasp, like an old lady, and I watched with slight fascination as her features began to decay, as if she were aging too fast.
"We need to get away, Scarlett. No time for freak-watching!" James chastised me, tugging on my arm. I ripped my gaze from the wasting-away Angelica, and turned to run again.
If I hadn't known better, I would have said that was the end of our troubles. Of course, living as I did, I knew things only got worse before the journey was over.