( ELIAS ) INTO THE SUN I'VE GONE

[SPENCER JEREMY VERDAY]

FEAR'S A WORD THAT CLIPS AND TEARS AWAY
( Y O U R _ T H O U G H T S _ S H O W )
THROUGH YOUR FACE IT'S JUST TOO MUCH

Spencer leaned against the tree, spinning his pocketknife between his fingers. There was absolutely nothing special about it, except that it was his birthday present from his sister. He just liked the way it was made. It opened smoothly and quickly and was really well made for what she claimed was one of those five dollar gas station pocket knives. He knew she was lying, but decided to let her think he believed her. His guess was that she'd forgotten that he was a child of Athena and knew his stuff when it came to weapons. Anything Kasey knew about weapons, mostly knives, he'd more than likely taught her. But he was glad that she didn't let on to just how hard she'd looked to find a knife that was special and seemed to fit him. That would explain all of the 'too-busy-to-talk-right-now's that he'd gotten from her.

He flipped the knife up into the air, catching it by the sides of the blade between his thumb and index finger. His dad had already told him that he looked too comfortable throwing knives, mostly this one, around. Spencer snapped it shut, shoving it into his sweatshirt pocket. He could've sworn he'd heard a noise. It was either one of the monsters living in the woods, though he doubted it because this was a thin, well-lit area that wasn't even a hundred yards into the trees, or someone trying to sneak up on him, also known by the stage name of Spencer, the knife tossing monkey. He had a bad habit of being sarcastic and making up weird names and titles for people.

He pushed himself off of the tree into a standing position, looking around. He looked around, hand still on the pocket knife just in case it actually was something threatening him. He saw something with brown hair in his peripheral vision and spun on his heel, half ready to pull out the knife and defend himself. He sighed, realizing it wasn't some furry beast that should've stayed in Star Wars with Chewbacca and the Ewoks where it belonged. Nope, it was just another camper. No overly hairy beasts. He relaxed, letting go of the knife and removing his hand from the pocket.

"Uh, hey," he said, recovering oh-so-graciously from his minor freak-out spazz attack. "Uh, sorry for almost pulling a knife on you. I thought you might be Chewbacca or something, come back to get me for accidentally hitting him with a light saber on a video game." Almost immediately after he said it, he mentally slapped himself. Way to go ahead and expose yourself as the geek you truly are to a complete stranger, he thought to himself. He sighed again, looking, but not staring, at some point past the other guys shoulder, waiting for a reply. They might as well go ahead and label him socially awkward and whisper behind his back like he'd heard some Aphrodite kids doing to one of those Hades kids.

He shook his head again, moving his hair out of his eyes. "Oh, and I'm Spencer. You?" he asked. Way to go, self. You almost forgot the most important part of a conversation with a new person: the introduction. Again. What Spencer really wanted right now was for the temperature to drop about fifteen degrees and for his sub-conscience to shut up. He doubted either would happen anytime soon, so he settled for the only alternative to the temperature issue. He pulled his jacket off, sliding the pocket knife into his jeans pocket. He set the sweatshirt on one of the protruding tree roots, waiting for the other guy to speak.

( WORDS ) SIX ONE OH
( TAGS ) ELIAS
( STATUS ) FIN
( MUSIC ) IT'S ALIVE
( LYRICS ) SKYHAWK DRIVE
( OUTFIT ) DON'T CLICK HERE
( NOTES ) TOO MANY STAR WARS REFERENCES.
I ACTUALLY KIND OF LIKE THIS ONE THOUGH,
CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT IT'S A STARTER
AND I USUALLY HATE THEM ALL.

[Elias Alphaeus Salazar]

Elias looked around the outside of his cabin, assessing the current condition of the gardens he’d grown. The main purpose was to give accents to the many roses that grew in the garden, having colors from a real black to white, reds and pinks. Some of his favorite flowers, lilies and irises, were given spots along window boxes he’d set up above the garden. Elias had been debating on having wisteria grow from the back and have him sculpt its way around the building, but he decided he’d do that later. He wasn’t sure exactly how it’d turn out, so he thought now would be a good time for a break. He walked inside and got out of his “gardening clothes” which was pretty much a dirty plain tee and shorts, though they weren’t that dirty, since he could do most of the gardening with his powers, but not all weeds flower, and those that don’t, generally had deep roots, meaning they were a pain, and were the only plants that wouldn’t die if he left them alone. Demeter had this little agenda against him, though it wasn’t as bad as Hades, sending monsters after him. No, with good old Grandma Demeter, the only plants he could grow were ones that flowered. The rest withered, but not by his own hands. He also had a connection with all plants, even if he could only control flowers, and all the non-flowering plants seemed to not like him. It wasn’t really that big of a deal. Elias put on his nicer clothes, but for him it was still more of an “eh” style for himself. His legs were covered with khaki cargo shorts, and he wore grey flip-flops on his feet. His body was covered with a grey two pocket dress shirt with black and light blue plaid stripes, the normally skinny sleeves rolled up to his elbows, over a plain grey tee. Elias grabbed his sketchpad and walked out of his cabin, stopping for a moment and had a root of one of the long-thorned roses wind around his finger.

As he walked under the canopy of the woods, looking for something that he could sketch and add to his portfolio if it was good enough. Elias figured that he looked like an easy target, since he didn’t wear any armor. But what the monsters didn’t know would hurt them this time. The rose root around his left ring finger could, on command, grow into a rose stem that covered Elias’ body and grow six-inch long thorns that could pierce most hides. His ring could also grow to accommodate one of the six-inch long talons, and if he punched them in the right place, it would be game over. So he wasn’t that worried about any monster attacks. He walked around, not really caring about where he went. He felt safe enough, so why worry? He found out that he should’ve paid attention. He realized that the canopy had thinned, and there was someone… or something that was in the clearing. The rose could feel Elias’ emotions, and when he became startled by the… being’s presence, it reacted immediately. It sent out a stem around itself, and grew a six-inch long thorn. It knew that Elias would need its thorn to protect himself, and the rose was glad to help. Elias looked again. The monster wasn’t a monster… it was a person! A camper, obviously.

"Uh, sorry for almost pulling a knife on you. I thought you might be Chewbacca or something, come back to get me for accidentally hitting him with a light saber on a video game."

Elias smiled. He thought he might like this kid. He was funny. “Hey, it’s fine. My rose decided to pull itself into punch-mode,” he said, showing his ring, “and I thought you were maybe a Hypno who was going to put me to sleep and eat my dreams and give me nightmares,”

[/color] he finished, equally as geeky. Elias simply loved Pokemon, it was his guilty pleasure. His favorite pokemon were any of the pokemon that evolved from Eevee, Skitty, and Mudkip.

"Oh, and I'm Spencer. You?"[/b]

Elias smiled, and held out his hand. He realized that the rose still had its thorn. He had the ring return to its original shape and form. “I’m Elias, Elias Salazar, son of Persephone. So, what’re you doing out here? Besides getting attacked by Chewy, I mean,” his eyes gave off a mischievous twinkle at his joke.

Character;; Elias Alphaeus Salazar
Tagged;; Spencer Verday
Word Count;; Seven hundred fifty-one
Outfit;; Here And yes, that’s me wearing Elias’ outfit
Lyrics;; Dance in the Dark by Lady GaGa
Notes;; Pokemon >> Star Wars, btw[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[SPENCER JEREMY VERDAY]

FEAR'S A WORD THAT CLIPS AND TEARS AWAY
( Y O U R _ T H O U G H T S _ S H O W )
THROUGH YOUR FACE IT'S JUST TOO MUCH

"Eh, from what I've heard, dreams don't taste very good anyway. So I don't think I'll be missing out on too much," he answered, grinning. Well, food dreams might taste a tiny bit better than regular dreams, but it was honestly one of those things that he didn't need to know. Eating dreams and replacing them with nightmares did sound somewhat familiar, however. He remembered his sister saying something about it, but he knew virtually nothing about Pokemon. Besides, he'd never willingly make someone have nightmares. He knew for a fact that they were absolutely horrible, hence the name. What sucked even worse was that he didn't know when the nightmare was going to come back.

One thing Spencer hadn't noticed about the kid before: the wicked-looking thorn in the same general area as his hand. On his hand or in his hand, Spencer couldn't tell. He was too intrigued by the very natural-looking self defense weapon this guy had. What he didn't notice was that the vine it was attached to was attached to a ring on Elias's hand. He didn't really notice it until he mentioned that he was one of Persephone's kids. Out of habit, his hand went slowly to his jeans pocket so that his thumb was resting inside it, just in case. Spencer was pretty defensive when it came to himself and others, especially around people with weapons. It was one of the things that made him great at playing defense in Capture the Flag.

Spencer actually noticed that it was a ring when the thorn and vine began to shrink back into the ring. He had to admit that that was, in the words of his sister, 'pretty freakin' awesome'. He shook the guy's hand, somewhat worried about that thorn showing up again and stabbing him in the hand. "Uh, that's a pretty sick ring you've got there," he said, once again exercising his amazing speaking skill. If 'amazing' now meant making yourself look like a fool, that would've actually made sense without implied sarcasm. He could've sworn that before he and Kasey got closer, he rarely used sarcasm. Now he used it like some bands use the f-bomb. He was letting his little sister rub off on him. That wasn't always a good thing. Sure she had some admirable qualities, but then there was the fact that he and his sister were on an equal level of toughness. That basically meant that any physical threat from him had more or less no effect on her.

"And as for what I'm doing, I honestly have no clue. I've pretty much been messing with my knife for the past hour," he said, shrugging. He held up his hand to show Elias the fresh cut going from the joint in his thumb to where his hand and wrist met. It hurt like hell when he did it, but he'd somewhat gotten used to it. If you were going to play with knives, you had to be ready to get cut. He knew it'd happen one day; he was just never prepared for it. So he'd just wrapped it in his undershirt for about fifteen minutes until it'd pretty much stopped bleeding. His dad would kill him for getting blood on a white shirt, but he might be a bit more understanding once he knew it was the only thing he had to wrap it in.

Just thinking about his hand made the cut throb, so he squeezed it, trying to make the throbbing stop. Throbbing in your hand just feels weird. He released the skin around it, only to find blood on his fingers. "Damnit," he muttered under his breath, pressing the shirt to it again. "So, uh, what brings you out here?" he asked, trying to act like his hand wasn't bleeding and it didn't hurt like someone had just slapped a deeply sunburned bruise. He'd never actually had that happen to him, but he knew what it felt like to get slapped on both individually. It hurt.

( WORDS ) SIX SEVEN THREE
( TAGS ) ELIAS
( STATUS ) FIN
( MUSIC ) IT'S ALIVE
( LYRICS ) SKYHAWK DRIVE
( OUTFIT ) DON'T CLICK HERE
( NOTES ) I DUNNO. I TRIED. AND
I CAN'T REALLY COMPARE THEM. I HARDLY
KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT EITHER. XD

[Elias Alphaeus Salazar]

"Eh, from what I've heard, dreams don't taste very good anyway. So I don't think I'll be missing out on too much,"

[/b]

Elias smiled. This kid was witty; he had to at least give him that. Elias thought for a minute, trying to place where this kid came from. He’d challenged himself to figure out the immortal parent of any new camper he met, to help him learn how to help himself later. If he could learn to identify a person’s immortal parent, he thought that it should also help him think of a counter to their attack style. Thinking, he decided that he could throw out the Big Three; he didn’t have the blue eyes of Zeus, or the dark hair of Poseidon and Hades. He couldn’t be a Demeter kid, Elias would’ve picked up on the feelings plants had when Demeter kids came through. It was the same with him and flowers. He thought for a moment. He went through the mental list he’d written through interacting with the campers, and decided that this kid was a child of Athena. He had the blonde hair and grey eyes of Athena’s kids, and didn’t have the build of Hephaestus or Ares campers. He missed that… beauty of Aphrodite’s kids. But there of course was the idea of him being a child of a minor god. He mentally slapped himself, being a son of Persephone, a minor goddess, he should’ve thought of that first. But he thought that it would be safe to assume the guy was Athena’s kid. He fit the physical stereotype that had been ingrained into Elias’s mind from his few days here from dinners and what he’d been told by others. “Well, I’m pretty sure that many pokemon would disagree with you there. I’m with you though. Just don’t tell the Hypnos, they’ll get me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Uh, that's a pretty sick ring you've got there,"[/b]

Elias had noticed Spencer eyeing his ring, probably expecting it to burst out with another thorn. He wondered if Spencer had thought that the thorn on his ring had been growing out of his hand, like Wolverine from X Men. He smiled inwardly at the thought. He really could be like Wolverine, but with rose thorns. Still, it was an interesting idea. He made a mental note to experiment with what he could do with roses. So far, he knew that he had mastery of flowering plants. He’d learned how to make the ring the first day by accident. He had been thinking of how he could carry a rose around with him all the time, and suddenly a rose root had come out of the ground and wrapped itself around his finger. An hour later, he’d learned how to create armor and “thorn knuckles” where the root would conform to his knuckles and hold one large thorn, or many medium-sized ones. He’d been extremely interested in how far he could push himself and how far he could “bend” the plants. He looked back at Spencer. “Thanks. I figured out how to do this a few days ago. It’s really a rose root around my finger. It’s basically an army knife that can do anything. I can mold it into armor, entangle people with rose stems, grow thorns out of it like you saw, and a whole lot more, though I’m still figuring it out still. I’m really new here. But I’m still learning on the fly,”[/color] and as if to demonstrate its power, the ring shot out a tendril towards a nearby tree. Elias blushed. “And I’m still figuring it all out. This one has a mind of its own. So I’m going to apologize in advance if you get entangled or scratched by my ring.” He gave his ring a silent message; “Behave.”[/b][/color]

"And as for what I'm doing, I honestly have no clue. I've pretty much been messing with my knife for the past hour,"[/i][/b]

Elias saw that Spencer acted like he did this everyday. Since he was still new here, the idea of using weapons like knives and swords still went over his head, especially since he hadn’t his first swordsmanship lesson yet. He’d done archery, and found he was okay in it. He wasn’t even close to the Apollo kids. But he did better than some at their first shot. Maybe it was because he noticed details, his artistic sense kicking in, or maybe Persephone’s kids were meant to be decent at it. He was excited for the swords, though. The things he could do with a deadly sword and deadly flower… the ideas were just so intoxicating to one who always seeked to be unorthodox. “Well, that sounds like fun. I’ve never been exactly sporty. If I ever tried that… everyone and myself in a three-mile radius would be dead. I don’t know how, but they would. I don’t play catch, I play drop. It’s actually really sad,”[/b] he was famous in a few of his classes to be the only one who couldn’t catch a marker if thrown one.

"So, uh, what brings you out here?"[/i][/b]

Elias shrugged, “Not much. Hoping to find something interesting to sketch. I need to expand my portfolio so that I can get into a good art college and major in fashion design.” Elias slapped himself mentally. If that didn’t scream “HEY I’M GAY!” then he didn’t know what else could, except maybe his obsession with Lady GaGa. But that was something totally different. Elias saw that Spencer started to bleed. He hoped that it wasn’t from small thorn on his hand that he hadn’t noticed. Knowing that little rose, he wouldn’t put it past it. He didn’t speak up about it though, watching Spencer’s reaction to the bleeding he decided that Spencer wanted to pretend like he wasn’t bleeding. And it looked like he’d done it earlier, as Elias could tell from a bit of red on the white shirt he saw.

Character;; Elias Alphaeus Salazar
Tagged;; Spencer Verday
Word Count;; One thousand one
Outfit;; Here
Lyrics;; Dance in the Dark by Lady GaGa
Notes;; Over one thousand! Woo![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[SPENCER JEREMY VERDAY]

FEAR'S A WORD THAT CLIPS AND TEARS AWAY
( Y O U R _ T H O U G H T S _ S H O W )
THROUGH YOUR FACE IT'S JUST TOO MUCH

Spencer looked around himself, mostly noticing the way that the sunlight filtered through the trees and dotted the forest floor. He was glad that there was one natural place that couldn't be touched by mankind. All they did was destroy pretty much everything in their path. Spencer wasn't really an outdoorsy type, aside from running and swimming, but he did respect nature and it's beauty. Bugs were a completely different story however. They were one thing he saw almost no use in. He looked back at Elias. He knew he was a Persephone kid, but he couldn't think of where at the camp he'd seen him. Meals? Possibly, but fairly unlikely. He was usually busy talking to the other people at the Athena table rather than looking around. Someone picking on or beating him up? Definitely not, because he probably would've tried to stop it. Eh, whatever, he could worry about that later.

He pushed the thoughts out of his mind when Elias spoke. Well, he was right. It was something to do with Pokémon. "Your secret's safe with me," he said before adding, "I do recognize the name Hypnos though. The people that come up with Pokémon know a thing or two about Greek mythology. Hypnos was the personification of sleep." Way to sound like an Athena kid with no life by knowing something about even the personifications of Greek mythology. Most people just stop after the minor gods and goddesses, Spee, he told himself. He should really watch what he was thinking before it actually slipped out. He'd probably be better off keeping his geekiness to himself and the other Athena kids.

"Well, remind me not to mess with the Persephone kids, especially if you teach them how to do that. Being skewered by thorns has never really been the way I wanted to die," he responded, giving Elias a lop-sided grin. He noticed the other guy blushing and saw the ring shoot out a root to a nearby tree. He couldn't help but smile a little at it. "It's fine. Besides, you've learned more in your first few days than I did. I was mostly hiding in the Athena cabin from the Ares kids. Spencer shrugged; he wasn't lying about hiding in his cabin. The Ares kids went after anyone who opposed them. How was he supposed to know any better? He was ten and already had a bad habit of saying whatever came to mind. Plus he couldn't tell which group was which cabin when the actual cabins weren't around, despite the size differences between Ares and the rest of the camp. Well, besides Hephaestus. He was ten then, okay?

He listened to Elias talking about his athletic ability, or what seemed more like a lack thereof. "Well, it's something you pick up on. Or at least I did. I've kind of gotten used to getting cut on my hands and the lower half of my arms by now. It comes with the property," he said, showing him the lower half of his arms. There were several white lines, not all of them easily visible. The most noticeable one was from the first time he'd tried flipping and spinning a knife. He'd slipped and the way he caught it made the blade drag itself down his arm. He'd been thirteen or fourteen when he got that one. "And don't worry, I'm not much of a sports person. Running, swimming, swordfighting, and psychotic knife tossing is pretty much all I can do. I'm not good at sports that require throwing around a spherical object of varying sizes.

"Cool. At least you have your mind made up about what you want to do. I'm supposed to start college in the fall and don't even have any ideas whatsoever. But hey, if I'm distracting you from working on your portfolio, I'll leave," he said, shrugging. Saying that brought up his thoughts about what the hell he was going to do. He needed to figure something out so that he didn't waste an entire semester, or even a year, taking only general classes. What was he going to do when he got to the point where he didn't want to come back to Camp Halfblood and a monster bulldozed half of the school because of him? He looked down at his hand, removing the shirt from the cut. He poked at the spot that had started bleeding to see if it had stopped. When he looked at the finger he'd touched it with, he didn't see any red. Well, it wasn't much anyway. He dotted at the cut some more with his undershirt before letting his hand fall back to his side.

( WORDS ) SEVEN EIGHT TWO
( TAGS ) ELIAS
( STATUS ) FIN
( MUSIC ) BFMV
( LYRICS ) SKYHAWK DRIVE
( OUTFIT ) DON'T CLICK HERE
( NOTES ) LUCKY P:

[Elias Alphaeus Salazar]

"Your secret's safe with me,"

[/b][/i]

Elias pretended like there was sweat across his forehead and wiped it away. “Phew. Thanks. If those Hypnos or their Drowzee babies got me… life would suck,”[/b] he thought for a minute, “and I bet they’d get their Kadabra and Alakazam partners in on the action,”[/b] he smiled at his inner-nerd. His pokemon obsession was going to make an awkward situation worse, he could feel it. Somewhere, sometime, somehow. Oh well. No point worrying over that future. Now, his career future, that was always worth worrying about.

"I do recognize the name Hypnos though. The people that come up with Pokémon know a thing or two about Greek mythology. Hypnos was the personification of sleep."[/b][/i]

Elias smiled and nodded. He understood completely. Because of his pokemon obsession, he had taken the time to learn the basis of most of the pokemon species that weren’t all that clear. “Yeah, you’re right. They really do know about Greek mythology! I think it’s odd though, since it’s Japanese, that they included the Western myths,” he shrugged, “especially when they go that into depth in the mythology. Hypnos isn’t that talk about, I’m sure Morpheus is talked about more. I know about a lot of minor gods and goddesses, since my mother is one. Still, if you look at some of the pokemon, like Jirachi from Ruby and Sapphire, it’s based off a Japanese myth about two star-struck lovers. There’s a lot more pokemon based off of Japanese myths than Greek myths. There’s even a Native American myth thrown in, Torterra, a giant turtle with a mini-ecosystem on it’s back, referencing the Native American’s myth that the world was held up by a turtle. Either way, they’re pretty smart over there in Japan,” he knew that Spencer wouldn’t have a clue about what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. He slapped himself mentally. Why was he blabbering like that all the sudden? His mind wandered for a moment, thinking of the story behind the holiday that Jirachi, his favorite Steel-type, was based off of. He didn’t know the whole story, but he knew the basics. Once there was a beautiful girl that lived in the heavens. Many men tried to marry her, but she refused. Her father, who was a god, brought her a man, and when she saw him, they instantly fell in love with each other. Because they were so in love, the woman forgot her duties. Enraged, the King of the Heavens demanded that they be separated by the Milky Way forever. When the woman became depressed and refused to work out of sorrow for her lost lover, her father intervened. He made it set so on the seventh day of the seventh month that, if the Milky Way, which was a river for the heavens, was low enough for the bridge to appear, they could meet. But only on that day. Each year, the people would write wishes on a note and hang it up. If the two lovers met, then all the wishes would be granted. Jirachi’s shape is also based on the Roman idea of wishing on a star. Thus, Jirachi became a wish maker, from both sides of the globe.

"Well, remind me not to mess with the Persephone kids, especially if you teach them how to do that. Being skewered by thorns has never really been the way I wanted to die,"[/b][/i]

Elias sighed. “I’m the only Persephone child here. Persephone is bound for six months in the Underworld, and pretty much bound by my grandmother, Demeter, the other six. She barely has time for herself. And even though she doesn’t love Hades, she still remains faithful to him… mostly. It’s funny how they’re pretty much the only faithful couple. Though I can always hope another of my siblings turns up. We have a pretty strong scent, since our mother is the Queen of the Underworld, though we have no control over death,” And that was why Elias didn’t like Hades or Demeter. They chained up Persephone, not letting her be herself. He didn’t know how his mother could stand living like that.

"It's fine. Besides, you've learned more in your first few days than I did. I was mostly hiding in the Athena cabin from the Ares kids.”[/i][/b]

Elias smiled at the praise from Spencer… and that he was right. Spencer was an Athena child! Those kinds of things, even if it was something as pointless as guessing right, made him happy. It distracted him from other things. “Well, thanks. And why were you hiding from the Ares kids? I’m sorry, I probably sound really stupid, but I’m not fully aware of all the feuds around here,”

"And don't worry, I'm not much of a sports person. Running, swimming, swordfighting, and psychotic knife tossing is pretty much all I can do. I'm not good at sports that require throwing around a spherical object of varying sizes.”[/b][/i]

Elias had to chuckle at Spencer’s comment. He was the same, at least with the round objects. If anything spherical object went near him, he would either flinch or get hit. There was no point in trying. “Well, I know that I can at least have my flowering plants protect me, just in case I can’t get up to speed. Though I’m hoping I don’t have to do that. Though I bet no one would take a flower seriously… that’d be their last mistake, or the worst of their live,” he almost recoiled at his statement. It wasn’t like him to talk and think like that.

"Cool. At least you have your mind made up about what you want to do. I'm supposed to start college in the fall and don't even have any ideas whatsoever. But hey, if I'm distracting you from working on your portfolio, I'll leave,"[/b][/i]

Elias grabbed Spencer before he could move. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind. I bet I have stuff at home anyway. I guess it’s just that I’m really nervous about everything. Art takes my mind off everything, since I haven’t been able to talk with anyone yet. I’ve been too busy with trying to get adjusted. I guess I’ve been avoiding talking with people. But I think it’s time to get into the flow,” he sounded like those counselors that he had to talk to during school years. Teachers assumed that his ADHD and dyslexia meant that he couldn’t possibly have any troubles elsewhere. And he’d just opened himself so fully to Spencer. He hoped that he hadn’t sounded stupid.

Character;; Elias Alphaeus Salazar
Tagged;; Spencer Verday
Word Count;; One thousand sixty-eight
Outfit;; Here
Lyrics;; Dance in the Dark by Lady GaGa
Notes;; Epic pokemon nerdness!![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]