Disappointed that Cecelia had not engaged in a rabid fangirl Harry Potter descussion with her, Skye just sighed.

(rabid fangirl discussion? We're talking Cecilia here.)

((Trues... But still. That's Skye's thought. Go on?))

(Wouldn't she know better?)

((Whatevers, kay? Thank you. Change it if you want to, Idc. Thanks.))

(not changing it. Epic battle of willpower here to see who can go the longest without posting for their character.)

((Fine by me. If it'll be this way.... night y'all. Haha, I'm not leaving. But still... ;p ))

(Fine.)

Cecilia couldn't stand the tension. "This is taking too long!" she burst out. "We need to find them, and we need to find themnow!!!"

((Haha!))

Skye would have jumped three feet into the air had it not been for her seatbelt. Swerving to miss an oncoming car, she finally regained control of the Buick. "We'll find them seen enough, Miss Cecelia. Have you had word from Alex?"

"Alex?" Cecilia said. "Please. She has vanished off of the face of the earth."

"Oh. Right." Skye became silent once more, focused on both her thoughts and the road in front of her.

(one hundred and second post!)

((Yayness! We're so close to the Clone one! *MAJOR SARCASM*))

(Yeah, that's, what, 800?)

((Just about. Wait... 14+x50......*whips out calculator* Oh, more than seven hundred. Okay. But we might have 16 pages... more than 800...))

(You know there's little numbers at the end of each post that tell you? Checking now...844. Mine.)

((Yes, but I hadn't checked. Pft. Too much work.))

(Like opening just one more tab.)

"What in the world, is that an origanl on the side of the rode?!?" Annie shouted. (Opening it up for you Talia)

(*gasp* I just realized what this story is "proving a point" (yeah, like that's happening) about: racism! The clones are all like: Oh, look, person on the side of the rode, let's help! And the Originals are all like: Hmm...Original or Clone sitting on the side of the road...?)

Skye silently cheered. The addition of another person may just lessen her chance of being ejected from the trio. Looking tentatively at Cecelia and Annie, she directed the Buick over to the side of the road. It rolled to a halt beside the crumpled figure and Skye was on her knees in the dust in an instant. Immediately she began her attempts to revive the person.

((Har har, Zuria. Good job there. Next time, Rosie, please come up with a more original way of introducing a character. Thanks. So can it be Adam's Clone pretending to be an Original who they spot? O.o This trio needs a guy. And will the Originals be happy or not about this.....? Skye certainly will.. but Idk about Annie or Cecelia.))

((Nope, she lives in new orleans))

((No, he's not PRETENDING to be an Original...remember what we decided, Rosie? He was already with them...he was like a double agent, so they're already familiar with him...but he is swayed to the Original's side...BRIBERY!))

(Awwwwww! I wanted him to be all awesome and smart and secret-agenty and pretend to be an Original... Pooh. You shouldn't decide stuff for my character. :/ Please inform me first. Oh well. Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.... Pleaseses?))

((he is being bribed, and so is my character scott's clone and jeremy's. Zuria and i decided that at tnt. Besides it is something we have not done.))

((True. And I kinda missed out by not going to TNT. Sigh...))

((Yeah, but you were not going crazy, any way should we intraduce the bribery now.))

((So it's really Adam's Clone lying on the dusty earth that Skye's trying to revive? Pleases?))

((Ok, you do need input! Plus she did know the origanil Adam, right?))

((Uhm... Let's say just briefly.))

Skye put her ear to the boy's chest. "Adam?" she whispered almost inaudibly.

The boy opened his eyes and squinted against the sun. He moved his head a fraction of an inch to indicate that he was not Adam. The boy's firey red hair was matted and stringy, and coated with the sandy dust of the road. His green eyes were dim, glazed with the reliving of a previous memory. His clothes were tattered and dusted lightly with sand. All in all, the boy looked helpless and ready to die.