–Cora–

The little pyro trots off in the direction of the door. Gertrude bars her passage with a foot propped against the doorjamb. Guess fire girl isn't going anywhere soon. 

The noob looks at me in disgust. I smirk, and flick my tail at her.

Silver droplets of water arc through the air, catching the dingy light like little prisms, sending small rainbows dancing across the room. They land, one by one, on the hem of her dress. The black becomes blacker as the water soaks through the thin cloth.

I curse under my breath. Missed.

I have never done anything wrong in my life other than run away and yet here I am in prison. I am dragged over to a large room. I unfortunatly didn't get a good look around because the second I walk through the door I see someone I never thought I'd see again. The wicked witch of the east stands there cackling while I faint, just staying conscious long enough to see her jaw drop when she notices me.

That nasty, little, murdering brat.

Dorothy!

I shudder. how dare she show up here after I was just starting to feel good about myself. I cringe. She better not come any where near me. If only she melted in water too.Suddenly I got an idea. I ran towards fire girl. "I relize my first task was to hard to start you out, even if that fis girl is evil. Instead I have an easier task for you. Destroy Dorothy!" She looked at me quizicly. Then she trotted off mumblingto herself. "Dorothy, Dorothy, Who is Dorothy?"

I look at the other girl in the red cape. I sneer. Who does she think she is, a super hero? I watch as she taks to the guard. Suddenly she smile as if she just found out she was free. I make a mental note to find out what she is smiling about.

–Cora–

I see Greenie talking to the pyro. Now what's going on with that? I wonder. Pressing my lips together in resolve, I grasp the edges of the pool and hoist myself half out of the water. 

My arms quiver under the weight of my body. They're not used to supporting so much. I shrug off the discomfort and open my mouth as if to speak.

A rasping, choked-off sound emerges from my vocal chords. Great. Balancing myself precariously on the edge of the pool, I swipe my wrist swiftly across my mouth a few times, dampening my lips and cheeks. I breathe deeply, and reach across to grab the bucket that stands on the floor just beyond my grasp.

With a thump, I tumble out of the pool onto the floor. My palms skid across the nubbly carpet, sending little shoots of pain crackling up my sensitive hands. 

I curse under my breath. And the master plan was?

—

Ok, I puts another character. I love my diálogo too much.

Name: Ignatius

Called Iggy

Age: Maybe… 16? 17?

Appearance: Curly dark brown longish hair, blue eyes. Pretty short.

Personality: Sassy, big-mouthed. Friendly enough, but likes having the last word. 

Crime: Homicide, forgery

(Yeah, dude, problem? He's also the kid from the Emperor's New Clothes, just grown up a little.)

–Iggy–

I am pushed into the large room by a buxom guard with a permanent scowl engraved into her features. "Easy sister, I ain't gonna eat you."

She smirks and slams the door. Shrugging my shoulders, I turn to the rest of the room. It looks exactly like every other rec room I've been in – ancient, sad, and stinking of hostility.

I scan the room. A rusted hulk grabs my attention immediately – a pool, almost overflowing with water. A girl hangs half out of it, straining for a bucket on the ground. Her matted blond hair hangs over her face in wet sheets. From her abdomen sprouts a tail – emerald green.

A little taken aback by the mermaid, I inch toward another girl. She looks 9 years old, and I wonder what she's here for. A tattered red cloak hangs off her shoulders.

"So kid," I chirp. "Take me to the boss."

Come on guys let's keep this going.