Not · a · Word · Spoken

Jericho was staring at the screen and tapping his fingers on the desk as he looked at a picture on his computer.

http://www.deviantart.com/view/14787471/

Jericho sat up in his bed rubbing his hands over his face. With a yawn he swung his pajamad legs over the edge and clambered to his feet on wobbly knees. He glanced at the wall he was painting, nearly done, but he'd have to find a way to get Robin and Raven to add their touch at some point. It wouldn't be easy with them both not around as much.

He wondered where the Titans were going to go from here. Whomever the new leader was he'd help them without question, and he was glad it wasn't him. Too hard to lead when you can't speak. He hadn't been into town lately, maybe he should go today and see what there was about.

With that thought in mind he began to fish around for clean clothes... that actually matched.

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.

Grins a bit. 'But it just seemed so fun. Anyone in the Tower should come visit my room. I'm making you all something.

And Kole, when did you want to go do something?'

Put an "X" in each one you would do.

Would you...

[ ] hang out with me?
[ ] go see a movie with me?
[ ] hug me?
[ ] hug me a lot?
[ ] kiss me?
[ ] be alone in a room with me?
[ ] go on a date with me?
[ ] take me to your place?
[ ] sleep with me? (no sex)
[ ] cuddle with me?
[ ] sing in a car with me?
[ ] date me?
[ ] ask me out?
[ ] let me kiss you?
[ ] get me a B-day gift?
[ ] be my gf/bf?
[ ] be there for me?
[ ] buy me a drink?
[ ] bring me around your friends?
[ ] give me a massage?
[ ] love me?
[ ] hang out with me more the 2 times a week?
[ ] miss me?
[ ] enjoy being with me?
[ ] re-post this for me to answer your questions
[ ] Be my friend?
[ ] Drive out from where ever you are from to see me?

Jericho had fallen asleep earlier, still in the medlab, and no doubt with at least Mia sitting over him. She had spoken to Robin about something and since then someone had always been keeping a rather close eye on him, he wondered why.

The next time his eyes had opened he hadn't been in the lab, but back on his mountain, only not. The flowers were more than just yellow, and so many different varieties. He was in awe of that, and a bit in awe of the fact it became oddly hazy some distance away, keeping him from seeing any of the other mountains around his own home.

He turned around several times and noticed his favorite rock. He started walking towards it.

Jericho's eyes were half-lidded as he stumbled into the bathroom. He was currently wearing his Kenya pajama-suit, complete with the cute lion and tiger from the online cartoon. A mug was in hand that he began absently filling with water. He yawned.

Whew, he pulled a face. His breath smelled fishy still from last night, he'd have to brush extra hard this time. He set the mug down on the edge of the sink and reached up for the medicine cabinet where he hid his toothbrush and toothpaste... from Beast Boy mostly. When his eyes came up to the mirror though he saw a flash of movement in the reflection.

Someone dressed in dark colors? His eyes were suddenly wide away and he spun around... noone there? He glanced towards the door and thought he saw another flicker of movement. He followed it. Golden head bobbed out the door to peer either way down the hallway.. nothing again. With a furrowed brow he went back into the bathroom to finish freshening up.

This was getting weird. Jericho would remain overly watchful and suspicious for the rest of the day.

If you read this, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Jericho's temporary room at the tower was missing several important items. His guitar, his paints, and several sets of clothing. There was a small note left behind apologizing for the sudden departure. And Jericho himself in a moment. He glanced over his satchel a few times and threw the guitar over his back.

He sighed and rubbed at his nose with his hand again. Like everyone else he was crushed that Raven had died, he'd have to find a lot of flowers. Then he'd throw them over the bay for her. Maybe tonight when no one was around. He'd cried a while, and then shivered a bit.

Creed was the first, but he knew others would try to take this out on him. He was Slade's son by blood at least, there would be more that would even think killing him would get back at Slade. He bit his lower lip.

That's why he had to leave. People knew he was here, and who knew how the Titans themselves would react, or the general public once they knew she was gone, and who he was.

He'd come back later, maybe. Once things were safer.

Jericho ~ will teach you to ~ Imitate E.T.

'What will your business card say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Remembers that ET gets scared of small girls.

Jericho didn't have a room in the tower all to his own, so he'd been finding random places to sleep about the tower, even as Vash. He'd gotten to used to have the others around, and really wasn't too keen on going back to the solitude of his mountain just yet.

Right now? He was hiding in one of the bathrooms with the door locked. Vash's clothes were being washed, and he was afraid to walk around.. like this.

Poor, poor Vash. Jericho was ready to cry over the scars, bruises, and wounds. So, so many. And each one had it's very own ache. He'd be so much more careful when he hugged Vash from now on. The poor man, the price for our morals.

Jericho sighed and rubbed a hand against the side of his face. Right one, he didn't like moving the left one so much, the whole are was fake, and had a 'gun' in it. He hated guns, and it bothered him quite a bit that the weapon was right there.

What had happened to Vash to leave him this way?

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I'm sorry guys. I can't do this anymore. I'm, well I'm having some personal issues that leave me utterly unable to deal with roleplay right now. I apologize.

Do what you will with Jericho, Malchior, and Kitten.