Background Info: Very start of book, oppressive government, rebellion group. ------- "I don't know what you're gettin’ at with these freaks," Fisher whispered into the receiver, glancing at the door to ensure it was shut, "but what the hell do you expect me to do about it?" A muffled and frantic voice spilled from the other side of the phone and into the dark office. Fisher paced round his desk, his reddening face lit only by the faint blue glow from a computer screen. He pulled at his tie roughly and threw his cowboy hat at the wall. Those government snobs had no idea who they were talking to - he was Jeremiah Fisher for Christ’s sake, and that meant no damn bastard was gonna tell him what to do with his company! The limp dick rookie, Wringley or whatever, stuttered on over the line. ‘Assholes didn’t even have the decency to meet me in person,’ Fisher ground his teeth. Every time the kid began a new sentence or went off on some tangent that included the phrase ‘It’s for your own protection, sir’ Fisher felt the urge to go out and shoot something. He slammed a ringed fist into his desk. Pens, paper clips, and pictures of his latest lady, a blonde half his age, rattled on the surface. “Look here, nobody even knows what those people even look like.” He raged on, “But even with that, I guaran-goddamn-tee you they won’t be gettin’ anywhere near me or my bank!” He slammed the phone back onto it’s hook. Fisher snatched a small remote control off his desk and pressed a green button that said ‘open’. Black blinds began to rise on the far side of the room, revealing a wall spanning window that displayed the nighttime skyline of Freighton City. Lights lit up every corner in every hue, brightly dressed Altum danced their worries away, and best yet? No solum to be seen. Those filthy creatures were kept indoors once the clock hit 8:00 pm. In the very middle of the city, the thousand-pixel hologram of an olive branch shimmered from atop the capital building - meant to represent peace and prosperity. “Yeah, right,” Fisher scoffed. “Is that why ya’ll are always watching? For our damn peace?” He glared at it before snorting and turning away. A man stood before him. It took only a split second for Fisher to catch the bright red symbol on the sleeve of the man’s black jacket. Immediately he jumped away. “W-w-whoever sent you, I can p-pay you more,” He said with as much courage one could muster when facing down a member of both the most dangerous and wanted organization in the Empire. Nobody really knew who they were, or what they were. The only solid pieces of evidence that they ever left behind were mutilated bodies, destroyed buildings, and a broken olive branch painted in red. Fisher had been sure that the ghost group were just a concoction of the Empire, created to serve as bogeyman to keep people like him in line - but now . . . The invader did not move from where he was. He was a tall man, menacing, wearing a hood with a dark mirroring eyeshade that Fisher could see his own frightened reflection in. A chill breeze came from nowhere and Fisher shivered. “I’ll o-offer you anything you want, really I can gi-” The man smiled. The windows behind him burst. Freakish torrents of biting wind came rushing into the office. Papers flew and furniture moved in the flurry. Fisher fell to his knees and covered his head, the current pushed him closer and closer to the invader. When Fisher looked up the man was standing still amongst the tornado, long jacket flapping behind him, like a herald of chaos. “My apologies," the man said, his voice monotone. The wind became far stronger and drove him back. Fisher slid on glass until he could feel the back of his heels hanging over the edge of the broken window. He leapt forward like a terrified cat to grab hold of a rug that was planted firmly beneath his desk, but to his horror, missed. He hung suspended in mid-air. Half of his body inside of the office, and half of it hanging above the glowing city. The man held up a clenched, gloved fist in front of him, level with Fisher’s dangling body. “Mr. Fisher,” The man said, his voice barely heard over the rushing torrents, “Goodbye.” He released the fist.

Okay so in my room I have one wall completely covered in photographs and letters from friends Next wall all movie posters Next wall nothing except a antique mirror and a closet Bed wall Pictures of famous people and sea creatures I am obsessed with Fan I bought from a lady who needed to sell all of her stuff so she could keep her house Hand Fan I bought in St. Augustine FL Table I made out of a drum set I had and a desk top (I used the Tom toms and covered it with a desk top) Bottle cap bin my sister bought me Bohemian looking Box my sister bought me antique furniture my grandmother had when she was little Porcelain Cats fro a diff lady who had to sell everything 6 of my fave movies I HATE PEOPLE WHO HOARD MOVIES! I only buy the ones I REALLY LIke Two guitars I play All 19 of my paintings lying on diff tables Victorian Music box Cd rack (hammy down) Pic of a squirrel from "squirller park" That's what I called it when I was like 2 taken by a professional photographer Pull chain Lamp Heart shaped box "if you get the reference then you know why I keep it" LOTS OF BOOKS!!!! A lot of antique ones TV So basically my room looks like this http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs29/f/2008/167/9/a/His_messy_room_by_IbrahimAmr.jpg My first stereo from like WAY back clothes everywhere So is it memorbelia or crap?

Well I don't really want pepper sauce on the furniture .... Is there any type of Febreeze that puts them off?

also, what are some solutions to the common cons: scratching furniture, the smell, etc

well when we first moved in we asked if we could get a puppy at our rented home they agreed to a small dog and we got a legal doc stating saying small dog. Our dog managed to run out the door and get knocked over and had to be put to sleep :(. its been a wee while now but i don't want to have a dog again and would like a cat ive asked my landlord but she has said no i don't understand this as we had a puppy that peed all over her carpet and caused more problems than a adult ragdoll cat would cause. i really don't understand why?we have all our own furniture in the house.