Times are strange. {Hayley}

Nikko was quite pleased with the plaster falling. Heh, he could do something with his hands, outside of whatever control of life he did have. He silently ranted to himself. God, why was everything so complicated? And out of reach? He hit his hand on the plaster once more, silently fuming to himself. Well, he had something to look forward too. He took a glance at Mr. Snufflkins, who was now luxuariating on the sofa, looking cuter than he probably could ever be. He blinked twice, and Nikko started to warm up his voice for the little "AWW YOU'RE SOO ADORABLE MR. SNUFFLKINS" Acr-thing that he liked to go with constantly, but was interrupted by hearing his name repeated many times over, as if one word.

"Nikkonikkonikkonikkonikko! Nikkoooooo! Are you in there?!" A bit confused for a second, Nikko whipped around and saw the partially drawn curtain. They were the old, grandma type of curtains made of floral-print peach fabric that probably belonged on a tablecloth. It shined in the light, and gave the eccense that a necrophiliac did not indeed, live there. Instead, a late-seventies cat hoarder of some variety.

But, still, Nikko stood at an angle and finally put the voice to a name. Naz. Yay. Nikko wasn't being infiltrated by creepers or people trying to confiscate his dead bodies. It filled him with a child-like glee, which sent Nikko flying into the air, clapping. He almost wanted to chant "NAZNAZNAZNAZNAZ!" Just as Naz had with Nikko's name, yet he decided that would make him seem childish. And childishness was one of the reasons Vicky was gone... Nikko was slightly devestated even more by the thought of Vicky, with her stupid purple streak in her hair and her way to make Nikko take showers.

God, Nikko hated taking showers. He found it useless to actually use water to cleanse himself. Honestly, it was quite rediculous of the "Sanitary conditions" and "Skin Problems" and "Acne" and "Nikko, you-smell-like-a-homeless-bum-who-probably-never-ever-ever-ever-has-bathed-before-ness." It was honestly, in his opinion, pointless to scrub your hair with shampoo and wash your body with stuff that smelled like fruit and pineapples. What was a pineapple any way? Some type of hybrid of a pine tree and an apple? And it probably wouldn't be the most delicious or good smelling thing, if he ever did get the oppurtunity to eat the so called "Pine Apple"

So, Nikko, off the topic of ranting about Vicky and showers and pineapples and such, tried to push the brown haired girl out of his mind. Hey, if he was lucky enough, maybe Naz could take up collecting the bodies with him! Or... better yet, they could play with them. Like, dress them up and reenact tea parties! And great debates! Oh, and the hunger games. Noneless, there would be six or so girl tributes and two guys, but who cared? They were going to be like... insepearable. And they would be able to choose the arena and play with toy weapons. God, they could probably even make the cornucopia.

Nikko was quite experienced in paper machaeing, ever since his mother had made him do a project on the cornucopia at school. He still had the small version in his attic, perched somewhere around the ecclectic amount of doll heads and stuffed bears he had from his child hood. Yet, it was too small to do anything with, so Nikko decided that that would be their first project: Making a life size replica of the cornucopia.

Suddenly much more happy, Nikko swung open the door to an enthusiastic Naz and a smile on Nikkos face. "Hey, Naz! How are you doing? Come on inside!"

As Naz came in, Nikko looked out at the district, his eyes focusing on the far corner for a second. It was a warm day out, balmy for the winter time, almost. Sure, there was some snow on the ground, but it was melting slowly, soaking into the green grass. Nikko had never been a snow person, he had always perferred the slight amount of warmth in the air that summer contained, reaching out and suffocating him in its rays of warmth. He could wear shorts in the summer, which was quite nice... Sure, if Nikko really wanted to, he could wear shorts in the winter, but honestly? It would be freezing for him, and Nikko, who couldn't tolerate the cold, was quite upset by people wearing shorts in the winter. It was just... odd. Why would they even want to be cold? The questions made Nikko ponder the warmth and such for a moment, before finally shaking his head and following Naz back into the house.

The front screen door slammed behind him, the wooden frame hitting the plastic doorframe, scraping the edges and creating a large clanging noise. From the warm days of summer, the screen was eaten away by aplethra's of moths, but Nikko didn't care to replace it, since he liked the wind that came from the holes in it when he was working on the architects drawings. The thought reminded Nikko that he needed to draw another thing to send to the capitol... For something along the lines of an apartment building. Yes, an apartment building. Of course, since Naz was here, it would be quite rude. Doing work while someone like his friend would be rude, correct? He struggled with this process for a little bit before finally locking the heavier door infront of the screen and meandered into the house.

There, it seemed that Naz was having a deep mental conversation with himself, and Nikko sort of gave him a look and wondered. Not about Naz himself, but about the kitchen behind Naz. How was he supposted to present his most precious posessions to Naz without freaking out. People tended to think Nikko played with dolls when he talked about dressing women up in costumes and taking pictures of them. Or porn.... Either wayNikko had been blamed for many things when having a quite casual conversation with himself about what to do with Amy's dead body.

That was when Nikko heard the words to shut up to an unknown source. Blinkers? Who in the hell was Blinkers? Nikko scrunched up his nose and blinked twice, wondering. Who was Blinkers? Did Naz have a friend behind him? Or a walkie talkie? Yeah, that was probably it. But not before Nikko finally prodded towards Naz "Who's Blinkers?",

Nikko looked at Naz with curious eyes. The brown irises were fixed on confusion, wondering for a second why Naz would have an invisible friend. Nikko could remember having one as a child, smiling and bubbly. His had been named... Pablo? Something along those lines. Nikko could remember that Pablo liked to dance around in the rain, leading him out in the rain. Yes, exactly. Smiling to himself, he applauded his accomplishment with a huge smile on his face. Imaginary friends usually were invisible, but Nikko had somehow known that Pablo was something of a penguin, wabbling in the sand with a big puple hat on his head and and eyeball that was so huge, you could count it as a balloon.

The balloon part probably came from Nikko's post-moving status, when he was around six and Dahlia had been a baby. His Mother had decided to try to give Nikko balloons to entertain himself, but he ended up nearly choking on the orange latex, nearly dying. Of course, his father had preformed the hiemlick and revived the poor kid, but in all honesty, it was something that gave very much mental trauma to the poor six year old. He had a deathly fear of balloons until he turned thirteen, became rebellious and started to smash the garden gnomes of the neighbors. Wonderful.

Nikko eyed Naz and with a nod, finally added "Naz, do you want to see something?" Nikko was quite pleased with the results, and as he smiled at Naz, he got ahead and charged into the kitchen, unlatching the door to the garage. Oh, the lovely garage. Nikko remembered painting the walls a light beige color and then ssetting out brightly colored plastic chairs so he and Vicky could sip soda's in style. Sure, Nikko had seen Vicky slip some form of liquid into hers at one point, but that was all that he could really remember outside of the freezer.

Oh, the freezer. The thing lumbered over Nikko's tall frame, it's paleness textured. He recalled hearing it was very old, but it worked well enough to store a bunch of bodies in it, for preservation. Smiling, he peeled one out of the freezer, eyes gleaming in anticipation. His hands grabbed her arms and placed her carefully on the ground, her head bumping the pavement and Nikko smiled in satisfaction. "This one is Amy." He said loudly, not really speaking to anybody in particular. "And the rest are Melanie, Della and Reah. I think this one's name is Hailey and the other one is Ophelia."