She laughed delighted at the idea, a tree house. There hadn't really been anything like that to play in when she was in New York. Also her mother might have had kittens to catch her little beauty queen in a tree. Since she could fall and break her arms, Anna had never pointed out she could get hit by a car, because it would be lame, to be stuck in doors or in a bubble.

"That all sounds really awesome." she sounded enthusiastic.

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15:50, Today: Annalise rolled 1 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((6,4,7,10(+4))).

Annalise kept her eyes open and therefore she wasn't surprised when she saw movement in the bushes just a second before the animal jumped out right in front of her.

It landed in the middle of the street, the 'click-click' of its nails on the pavement the only sound. In it's mouth, it held what looked like a piece of fruit. Then, after looking at Annalise, it quickly crossed the street and went into another row of bushes, disappearing from sight.

"Rocco's Back!" Houston exclaimed with joy.

"So cool! It must be like, only a few months until, like, winter." Bart observed, stopping the skateboard and turning to explain to Annalise. "Rocco's the neighborhood Racoon. He totally rocks. He's Grody to the Max. He pretty much like, stays on Rodeo Drive. But he usually comes out in like the Fall. Like Now. October." Bart explained.

"Righteous." Bart said, seemingly pleased with the sighting of Rocco.


"Rocco's probably getting ready for like, winter. Probably storing a bunch of food too. The Old-Timers on Rodeo Drive can't stand him. Because he goes through the garbage. But Houston and I like the little guy."

There was a quick surprise as Rocco bounced out of the bushes but she stood her ground and her smile widened all the more. "THAT IS AWESOME." she said excitedly. As she waved to the Raccoon. She dug in her backpack and pulled out what ever her mother had packed this time, likely some nutragrain bar, and waved it at the raccoon, she set it firmly in the bushes where the Raccoon had jumped out.

"Pfft, I think Raccoon's are A-Mazing." she stated "I was writing this story in class, about a talking one, just the other day." she said eagerly. Utterly as happy, if not happier than the boy's at the appearance of the raccoon. "So neat-o." she said happily, she zipped her backpack's pouch up and moved away aware from school that one didn't stand around and wait for wild animals to come back.

"They only do that, because houses are taking up their hunting grounds, stupid adults." she sighed "OF course Raccoons are gonna rut through the trash, its what they do to eat."

"Writing!?" Bart reacted, with surprise and eagerness in his own right. "Like, song writing for like, songs?" Bart asked and he hopefully looked over at Houston.

"Wow. A story-song about a racoon that lives in a house on a hunting ground" Houston said with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about the possibilities.

She smiled and tipped her head "Maybe, I am good at writing scary stuff, I am sure I could write something for you, if you know what the topic is you want." she offered still staring off wistfully the way the Raccoon went.

She gave a small nod to Houston. "I could write you a story like that too, if you really wanted." she offered with a giggle. "Imagine it." she laughed.

Bandit was a raccoon
      Who lived and roamed
      Under the Moon.

  Do you hear him scampering
      Do you hear him go
      Do you see him hunting
      Before the Snow.
      Before the Snow.


      His home was dark
      A hunting ground
      So Bandit made no sound.

  Do you hear him scampering
      Do you hear him go
      Do you see him hunting
      Before the Snow.
      Before the Snow.

She laughed at herself again as she sang out, it might seem foolish to some, however her confidence in herself was strong and she shrugged. "m'sure it could use work."

When Annalise started to recite the made up racoon song, Houston stopped drumming his sticks in the air to whatever song was in his head. His arms slowly came down, slackening by his sides. Then he tilted his head as if mesmerized by the song, his eyes looking far away at the horizon at nothing in particular.

"Whoa" Houston said in a low voice when Annalise was done.
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"Whoa is right." Bart said. He too had stopped moving. The skateboard was flipped up, full attention on Annalise. "That was gnarly. Do you want to like, write songs for the band?" Bart asked.

She gave a chuckle and blushed faintly "I mean I guess I could, if i had inspiration to do it." she agreed glancing between the two. "I mean you guys will have to help me out but --yeah why not ?" she said with a small shrug. "You'll need to figure out a name though, to be sure." she patted each of the boy's on the shoulder.

Everyone agreed that it was a good idea, and the kids continued on. Bart was slowly pushing on his skateboard and Houston was more or less waddling forward, using those drum sticks to beat out a rhythm and sound that only he was hearing in his head.



"Whoa, that's Wallace's house." Bart said, in a sad tone. "Wallace doesn't come out much. He's like, actually the only one on this side of the neighborhood, you know, on Rodeo Drive, who went to the Circus last year. Hasn't like, really come out since." Bart said.

Anna smiled and followed her new friends wandering along the streets still keeping her gaze on the road as they traveled, she didn't put her headphones on because it would be rude, but she hummed along with what ever 80's song was in her head at the moment.

When Bart slowed down so too did she glancing to the house as he spoke sadly. "Bummer, has anyone actually, ya know---checked up on him seen if he's okay ?" she asked glancing between the boys curiously. "I mean I'd want someone to check on me if I was in a bad way." she mused.

Houston shook his head in disappointment and he stopped doing his air drum.

"Tried to. I mean, me Bart, Gary and Edith. Even Jimmy has been over a few times. Wallace never answers the door. Usually his Mom answers the door and says.."
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"....,.,Like, sorry. But Wallace like, totally can’t come out to like, play. He’s like, totally bummed out, but I’ll like tell him you want to like play." Bart said, doing his best to convey to Annalise how Wallace’s Mom usually said it. Like that." Bart finished

She glanced between the pair and she shook her head lightly. "That's totally weird." she observed "Does he go to school ?" she asked maybe they could catch him at school. Still a kid who did want to go out and play, was so strange to Anna, she liked escaping the house to go play.

She gave one more glance to the house to remember which one was which. "Maybe we ought to try again." she included herself in that. She wasn't sure how well that would go over but she'd try. "So have you guys thought about Halloween, and trick or treating, and what to be ?" she asked since it was fall.

Houston's eyes widened.

"At School! I didn't think of that."

"Wallace hasn't been to school so far this year. He's missed the first month. Kind of like you just got here. But He's going to be there on Monday. That's what the kids on the block say." Bart said

"Oh, yeah, Halloween. I'm going to be a Rock Star!" Bart finished

She nodded to Houston and winked "Generally we can't get out of school." she said with a chuckle. She hadn't realized that there was such a thing as home schooling, her mother said she needed to be social, it was why she wasn't in some private school.

"I was thinking about being a fairy." she said with a shrug of her shoulder. "SO, Jagger or Bowie ? I mean I can totally help with the glitter and makeup ?" sure they were older groups, but she thought the world of both. She loved the music so it was what came to mind. "If we sprayed your hair up into spikes, did some glitter around your eyes, you could totally rock the look." she wasn't an expert not by any means but her mother did her makeup, and she was sure that her mother could help Bart out.

She just had an eye for detail.

"Yeah, Monday..." she agreed. "We should look for him, and at least set with him or something, it might make him feel better ?" she wasn't sure she snuggled with her stuffed animals when she felt sad or lonely, but friends were even better.

"How about you Houston , any plans for a costume you gonna be a rocker too ?" he was a bigger boy, but if he wanted to dress up as a rocker, he could possible do Meatloaf some credit.

"Jagger." Bart confirmed. "But really more like, Megadeath!"

Houston looked at Annalise and said.

"I wanted to be like, a drummer. But really I'll be anything. I want candy more than anything else. What did you say you were gonna be? And yeah, I can help spike Bart's hair!"

"Fairy." Bart said out loud to help out Houston. "It's like a forest kind of butterfly that only girls can be." Bart reassured.

Houston stopped air drumming and sounded out the words.

"Fair-eee" He said, jowls on his cheeks vibrating as his mouth moved slowly.

"It's like fair. And then you add the sound 'EEE'" he said to no one in particular.


OOC: Annalise Rolls Wits + Stealth with the following results

0 Successes: Nothing

1+ Successes: Annalise ****** that ****** is *****

She giggled and brought both her hands out expansively "A Fair EEEE" she laughed "Imagine it---a tent this big, with butterfly wings and like a belt of tickets." she was giggling already. "Jagger is good--" she appraised. Though she nodded to Houston. "Candy is always amazing, but I also like to pretend to be something I ain't."


21:15, Today: Annalise rolled 1 success using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((10(+6))) no stealth for me, and I for the life of me couldn't remember if the -1 is for a dice or difficulty, so I rolled  a 4 & 6.

For some reason, Annalise was alerted to something behind her. It wasn't a kind of "Spidey Sense" from one of those comic books, but rather the same kind of sensation that someone gets when they catch someone looking at them.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw a small boy about twenty feet back. He was on a scooter. One foot shot out to propel himself forward, his tongue sticking out in furious concentration as he followed Annalise and her two new friends.