*she smiles and gets a shawl on*
"Maybe I could use my brothers gun for the first time!" *she said excitedly*


*Salem gets to camp*

(Sorry Ive been dead)

The siblings so in a abandon warehouse. Toby was in the corner playing with lint. Shes got a ticket to ride was playing in the background. Bigsbee was humming up a storm, while her big brother was sharpening something. (Fisher.), The girl called, balancing on a wire. It was at least thirty feet up.

(What?), He grumped, not looking up.

(Look at me, Im a gymnast!), She giggled.

He looked up and immediately stood, hands on his hips. (Get down, now.)

(No.), She stuck out her tongue, swaying to the lyrics. The Beatles echoed off the walls, most likely warning others of their presence.

Nicote groaned. "Not again...." He was never gonna get peace with that loud music. He got up, stepped outside, and headed for the nearby warehouse.

Callen blinked. "Uh...are you coming back?"

"Maybe."

Callen quickly packet up the tent and ran after him.

Nicote knocked loudly on the warehouse. "TURN IT DOWN!" he yelled.

The rat hissed, turning, his fangs gleaming. Bigsbee let herself drop, landing on her feet. (Tell me what to do again.), She growled, her mask distorting her voice. Fisher grabbed her arm, protecting the younger nomad.

(If you dont like it ask nicer. Or Ill let my sister go and not turn it down.), He rumbled, sounding like something that would crawl from under someones bed. Bigsbee glared at him through her mask, stomach growling. Tony snarled at Nicote, inching to his owner.

Callen quickly stepped in-knowing Nicote he'd probably get them killed. Again. "You guys like the Beatles?"

Nicote shot him some death glares but Callen ignored them. He'd deal with Nicote later.

Bigsbee nodded, scooping up her giant rat. She sniffed, stomach growling again. Her brother watched them warily, ready to impale someone. (They remind me of dad...), She whispered into the rodent, who was still angry at the intruders.

(We didnt give you permission to barge in either, youre lucky shes in a good mood.), Fisher grumbled, nodding towards the short nomad with the rat.

"I'm getting out of here." Nicote muttered to Callen. He slippepd outside.

"You're just lucky that he didn't have his knives on him." Callen shrugged. "Nice place you got here-better then our old tent."

(Actually, we just got here, and we havent eaten in days.), He replied, but his tone changed. ( Also, tell your *pal* that if he ever tries something on my sister, he will have his knives shoved down his throat.) His aura changed back to normal. (So we need to scrounge up something, before she tares off someones leg for dinner.). His sister, squeaked, shoving him.

(I aint a cannabal!), She yelled at her brother, letting her pet crawl onto her shoulders.

"Well we got food. Nic might not be good at socialization but he knows how to forage. Plus i think he's got a lizard breeding and mini ant farm going on, we've been eating a lot of....gross....food lately. But it's still food and you're welcome to it."

Bigsbee smiled through her mask, her aura lightening up even more. (That isnt gross! I love lizard!), She smiled, almost plucking off her helmet. But she stopped herself, now wasnt the time.