Quote:
Originally Posted by
Potter101 
Noah let her mind wonder just a little more. So many ideas were coming to mind. She could not wait until she could put these plans into action. She looked over at Carter, "Yes it looks like it" She told him. At his next comment she gave him a rather large grin. For art brought out an emotion in her that not much else did. "I'll tell you what. I will create a new sketch pad just for my ideas and you have complete reign to look at it any time that you wish"
Noah watched as Carter walked up to her. She was letting her mind go wild. What did this mean. "Carter" She whispered quietly. She was letting her mind think about too much and was truly getting scared. Of course if just anyone looked at her they would never see fear on her face. She wouldnt have let them. However Carter might just be able to hear it in her voice. She turned so that he could see the wordiness in her eyes. "Why would someone cut the phone line?" She said her voice still extremely quiet.
Carter couldn't help but smile as Noah's face regained some of its original color. If he could have read minds, he would have bet that he would have been submerged in colors, scenes, and other ideas. At her suggestion, he raised his eyebrows. "Looks like I'm going to need to get a big house..." he muttered, glancing around the current house they were in. But in order to encompass all of Noah's ideas... well, he hoped he could keep adding on additions to keep her entertained for quite some time.
When Noah returned, and whispered his name, he knew something was horribly wrong. Just on the way her voice sounded, and the tightness of her eyes... He reached out automatically and took her hand. "What's wrong?" he asked her, looking directly into her eyes. "Someone..." it only took a second for it to sink in what she said. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. But he couldn't voice it out loud... one never knew who was listening.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Dee-Dee Ian didn't comment on Carter's statement and shrug. At his attempt to lighten the mood, however, he smiled stiffly for a moment before shaking his head. New shirt - sorry, he said sardonically with a small smirk. As Noah got up to call the police again, Ian frowned as his eyes trailed after her. He had composed himself and turned back to Carter in barely a few seconds. Yes, where are the muggle crime fighters? he asked to no one in particular, though when Noah came back, he didn't show emotion to the news. Well, I think that's my cue to leave.... he said, turning between she and Carter with a small, grim smile.
"Aww mate, you wouldn't sacrifice a shirt for me?" he asked, a slight pout on his lips. There was something different about Ian, Carter noticed, and it worried him. "They should have been on their way... maybe the storm hit them harder than us," he said with a shrug. Then, as Noah returned, Ian threatened to leave.
What is going on with him? Carter couldn't help but wonder. "Ian, you don't have to go," he told him, looking at his friend. Why would he have to leave?