Cole stood up and surveyed the area. They were standing on the roof of a large structure, presumably an office or motel building. There were few lights up here compared to the light down below, casting the top of the building in shadow. “Jay,” He turned to his dazed friend. “Can you do Airjitzu?” Jay bit his lip, narrowed his eyes in concentration, then spun around. A weak burst of air began to flow around him, but he suddenly clutched his wounded shoulder and groaned. The spinning vortex fell with a small, plaintive whistle. “Sorry,” He groaned and tentatively touched the torn fabric of his gi, which was practically shredded to pieces and stained a dark red color. “Not with this shoulder.” “Here.” Zane walked over to a small pile of ragged cardboard boxes and trash and pulled out a rope from the pile. “We can climb down the side of the building.” “Good idea.” Said Cole as he nodded. Zane tied one end of the rope to a power line post standing on the rooftop and flung the other end over the edge. Cole went first, grabbing the rope with both hands and easing over the tip of the roof. With careful, unsteady hops, he tentatively slid down the side of the large building, dimly aware of the distance between him and the ground. Zane was grabbing the rope and about to ease onto it when he froze. He looked up, stared into the shadows of the police station across the street, then announced. “The cats are jumping across the roofs!” “What?!” Cole followed Zane’s gaze to the rooftop of the police station, peering into the shadows. Dark, lithe figures could be seen sprinting from that building onto the next one, their movement swift and smooth. The cats were leaping from rooftop to rooftop silently, obviously looking for a way to cross the street and to the ninja on the other side. Cole got a few glimpses of eyes glowing in the dark as the shadowy shapes darted across the rooftops. It was a truly eery sight to behold.
“We’d better regroup at the police station and get out of here, fast.” Cole growled. Letting the rope slide through his fingers, he continued to lower himself down the side of the building, with Zane and Jay close behind. The dim light from the streets and buildings made it difficult to see where one was going, and Jay, with his throbbing shoulder and battered body, was having the hardest time getting down. He gritted his teeth against the pain and willed himself to hang on tight to the rope as he lowered himself down. Though he made a valiant effort not to show how much trouble he was having, Zane noticed his friend’s struggle. “Cole,” He called. “Jay can’t hold on for much longer. We need to either get down there faster or find a stopping place.” “I’m going as fast as I can without smashing myself!” Cole snapped. In truth, he only lashed out because he felt so worried about Jay and his friends fighting the cat-creatures without them in the station. Biting his lip in concentration, he looked around from his place on the side of the building for a way to rest or get down quicker or something. As he lowered himself down by one of the windows, movement from the room within caught his eye, and he glanced in. It looked to be a simple hotel bedroom; a plain bed sat nearby the window in the dark room. The only light came from a lamp sitting on a desk shining down on a book, and at that desk sat. . . “Liana!” Cole gasped. “What?” Zane asked from above his head. “Nothing.” Cole shook his head, thinking fast. “I think I know what to do.” Zane watched, perplexed, as Cole landed delicately on the windowsill, wobbling a bit. His back flat against the wall, he edged to the window and pushed at it, praying it was unlocked. To his surprise, it was; someone must have opened it earlier for a breath of fresh air and forgotten to lock it.
The biggest cinnamon rolls are my favorites, actually.
I even like Nya. She's not my favorite favorite, but I like her. (Plus I thought it was really funny when she called Kai stupid in one of the post-pilot shorts. ) Besides, the love triangle wasn't her fault, it was a stupid machine! Why blame her for it, right?
I love all the ninja, really, but Jay, Zane, and Lloyd are my top three. I also really like Cole...I mean, who doesn't, right?
Cole stood up and surveyed the area. They were standing on the roof of a large structure, presumably an office or motel building. There were few lights up here compared to the light down below, casting the top of the building in shadow. “Jay,” He turned to his dazed friend. “Can you do Airjitzu?” Jay bit his lip, narrowed his eyes in concentration, then spun around. A weak burst of air began to flow around him, but he suddenly clutched his wounded shoulder and groaned. The spinning vortex fell with a small, plaintive whistle. “Sorry,” He groaned and tentatively touched the torn fabric of his gi, which was practically shredded to pieces and stained a dark red color. “Not with this shoulder.” “Here.” Zane walked over to a small pile of ragged cardboard boxes and trash and pulled out a rope from the pile. “We can climb down the side of the building.” “Good idea.” Said Cole as he nodded. Zane tied one end of the rope to a power line post standing on the rooftop and flung the other end over the edge. Cole went first, grabbing the rope with both hands and easing over the tip of the roof. With careful, unsteady hops, he tentatively slid down the side of the large building, dimly aware of the distance between him and the ground. Zane was grabbing the rope and about to ease onto it when he froze. He looked up, stared into the shadows of the police station across the street, then announced. “The cats are jumping across the roofs!” “What?!” Cole followed Zane’s gaze to the rooftop of the police station, peering into the shadows. Dark, lithe figures could be seen sprinting from that building onto the next one, their movement swift and smooth. The cats were leaping from rooftop to rooftop silently, obviously looking for a way to cross the street and to the ninja on the other side. Cole got a few glimpses of eyes glowing in the dark as the shadowy shapes darted across the rooftops. It was a truly eery sight to behold.
Cole wasn’t sure he wanted to do this, seeing that he had managed to keep this a secret for so long, but considering the fact that Jay was wounded and exhausted and could fall at any minute whilst a gang of crazy cat-creatures the ninja have no idea how to fight were gaining on them, Cole knew he had no choice. He carefully opened the window, crouched down, then hopped inside. Now in the dimly-lit bedroom, he stood up, but to his consternation, didn’t see the silver-blond haired girl. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, someone moved from behind him and pressed a blade against his neck. He froze when he felt the cold edge of the knife pressing against his skin. “Be still, stranger, or you’ll never move again!” A female voice hissed in his ear. “Liana, it’s me!” He rasped, suddenly relieved. “Cole?” The blade left his neck, and he stepped back warily. “Is that you??” Cole looked at her uneasily. Liana stood by the window behind him, wearing a baby-blue night robe over soft pajamas, holding a kitchen knife in one clenched fist and her nunchucks in the other. The darkness of the room cast her disfigured face in shadow, though the lights from the city outside reflected off of her silver-blond ponytail. She wore a startled and confused expression on her scarred face, and she questioned. “What in the world are you doing here?” “I’m sorry, Liana, there’s no time to explain,” He responded in a hushed tone. “Look, are any of your relatives here?” She arched an eyebrow. “Yeah. They’re probably in the living area, just outside the door.” “That’s not good.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Look, when the others come in, can you pretend to be really surprised and to have no idea who we are or what we’re—?” “Cole, who is this?” Zane cocked his head curiously as he hopped into the room lightly. “Darn it.” Cole cursed under his breath.
“We’d better regroup at the police station and get out of here, fast.” Cole growled. Letting the rope slide through his fingers, he continued to lower himself down the side of the building, with Zane and Jay close behind. The dim light from the streets and buildings made it difficult to see where one was going, and Jay, with his throbbing shoulder and battered body, was having the hardest time getting down. He gritted his teeth against the pain and willed himself to hang on tight to the rope as he lowered himself down. Though he made a valiant effort not to show how much trouble he was having, Zane noticed his friend’s struggle. “Cole,” He called. “Jay can’t hold on for much longer. We need to either get down there faster or find a stopping place.” “I’m going as fast as I can without smashing myself!” Cole snapped. In truth, he only lashed out because he felt so worried about Jay and his friends fighting the cat-creatures without them in the station. Biting his lip in concentration, he looked around from his place on the side of the building for a way to rest or get down quicker or something. As he lowered himself down by one of the windows, movement from the room within caught his eye, and he glanced in. It looked to be a simple hotel bedroom; a plain bed sat nearby the window in the dark room. The only light came from a lamp sitting on a desk shining down on a book, and at that desk sat. . . “Liana!” Cole gasped. “What?” Zane asked from above his head. “Nothing.” Cole shook his head, thinking fast. “I think I know what to do.” Zane watched, perplexed, as Cole landed delicately on the windowsill, wobbling a bit. His back flat against the wall, he edged to the window and pushed at it, praying it was unlocked. To his surprise, it was; someone must have opened it earlier for a breath of fresh air and forgotten to lock it.
I was almost sure before that Jay was a cat, but now I'm not so sure. . . .
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for their sake. 
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