Nick smiled and shrugged in response to Rejina before running into someone. The smell of Outsider hit his nose, and he internally groaned. How many can I run into in one day? “It’s fine.” he said, raising an eyebrow in return. Why wasn’t she moving?
Rejina narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" she demanded. Do NOT get a second concussion, Rejina…
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Lea extended a hand. "Lea Kalington. From Seattle. What about you?" She asked.
Rejina eyed her warily. "Rejina Andrews – Chicago."
Lea retracted her hand. "Sorry, again." She still stood in place, watching the pair suspiciously.
"Why don't you move along," Rejina suggested, biting venom out of her voice.
Tick spotted a park crowded with trees. She was instinctively drawn to it, reminded of her home. She looked around quickly before swinging herself up into the tree.
Lea shoved the hand that wasn't holding coffee into her pocket. "That's a little rude, no? Besides, I don't have to get where I'm going quickly. I'm sure you have something better to do than stand here." She didn't want to fight them, she was just curious what a native and someone from Chicago where doing together and where they were going.
Tick swung her legs as she watched the world pass beneath her feet. This wasn't a bad tree for the city. Her stomach growled though.
"Yes, we do, and if you don't mind we'll be going," Nick gripped Rejina's arm tightly and pulled her away from the other girl, heading towards the park. Something about the other Outsider gave him bad vibes; he couldn't quite place it.
"Hey–" Rejina protested for a second, then sighed reluctantly. "Four more seconds, and I would've had her."
Lea turned and watched them walk away towards the park. A few other people walking on the street glared at her loitering, but she ignored them and took a sip of her coffee, finishing it off and then throwing it away. Once the pair had gotten far enough away, Lea started following them We shouldn't be doing this, Lea. You're a dumbass, her brain told her. Shut up, brain, she replied. I'm literally you. You're arguing with yourself, her brain told her, seemingly annoyed. Yeah, well screw you. I'm curious and I'm gonna go follow them.
(Sorry I haven't been on much, I hope this makes up for that)
Jen glares down at the guy he was sitting on top of, his eyes glinting sharply in the light with a superior look on his face. He had the guy's arm twisted in an uncomfortable position and by the looks of it, the guy was in a lot of pain. "Let go motherfucker!!" Jen, in one swift motion applies a dangerous amount of pressure, making the bone in the guy's shoulder crack with a sickening sound. Jen just watches the guy as he lets out an ear piercing scream, then almost instantly passes out from the pain. Only then does Jen release his arm and gets up, looking at the other three guys on the ground. They weren't dead. Just knocked out. Jen didn't like seeing dead bodies, they made him sick to the point where he wanted to gag and throw up. He looks over at his little sister with a dull tired expression burning his eyes, he wipes the thick blood from his nose lazily with his fingerless gloves that worked like hand and arm warmers since they went up to his elbows. He used them since he hadn't bothered to buy a jacket yet and was the type of person to get cold easily- even in the summer. He walks over to her. "Sorry, I know it hasn't been the best day so far. Especially since today is supposed to be your birthday." He chuckles as he crouches down to her level and rests his hand on her head. "You're finally turning ten Aster." She beams at him. "It's alright, I'm pretty chill with that" she says casually. Aster didn't act like your typical ten year old little girl. She was more of a tomboy since she had spent all her time playing with Jen (sports, video games, skateboarding, etc.), she had also picked up on the type of language he used. It was almost comical to Jen. "Are you gonna do anything about the cuts or?…" Jen looked at his arm, which had been stabbed in the process of taking down the gang of guys. He had scratches and bruises on his skin. Maybe even some dried blood here and there on his clothes. For the time being he just tied a makeshift bandage on his wound, though it didn't look like it would last long since a bit of blood was already seeping through it. "Yeah, once we get somewhere safe. I won't be able to carry you right now since I'm all roughed up so you're gonna have to stay close to me, alright? And when I say-" She cuts him off. "Run, I run. I know, you've told me a lot of times already" Jen purses his lips. "Just making sure" he says as he grabs the bag he had brought with them and swings it on his shoulder, he grits his teeth in pain from the weight applied to his back. He was aching all over from both the lack of sleep and the over exertion he had pulled just a few moments ago.
Nick rolled his eyes and let go of her arm, stuffing them in his coat. "You don't need another fight, Rejina," Lord knows what that would do for her concussion. He walked in silence for a few moments before he heard a scream, which surprisingly wasn't that uncommon. "What was that?"
Rejina's eyes glittered. "Oh, sounds painful… Wanna check it out? Maybe Tick's there."
Lea's head shot to the side when she heard a scream. Well, that's not that unusual, is it? Let's just keep following them and oh they're definitely going towards it shit. Welp, this is where my day is going. Fun. I have to call Web tonight and tell him about it.
Tick looked up when she heard a noise of distress nearby. She hopped out of the tree and slunk towards it to check it out. She was curious. The only sounds she ever heard like that were when an animal attacked another in the woods by her house. She used to run to watch them rip each other to shreds.
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“Yeah, let’s go.” Walking caustiously towards the alley, he poked his head in for a brief moment to see men laying on the ground, and what looked to be a boy about his age and a little girl. Is he trying to kidnap her?! Jumping full into the alley, Nick flipped open his knife, pointing it at the other man. “Let her go!”
Lea strolled up to the alleyway the pair had turned into and stopped five feet away, leaning against a wall and pulling her phone out casually, pretending not to be eavesdropping. Well, whatever is happening in there sure sounds f a n t a s t i c.
Jen flinched as he heard the voice from the opening of the alley. He immediately swung around to face the owner of the voice. How unpleasantly wonderful. Looks like more of the guy's gang shows up. He glares at the guy, quickly glancing down at the knife he took out then back up at him again. "Back it off! I knocked out four of your buddies here and I could drop a few more." Jen's tone was menacing as if he were trying to protecting something. Though it was all a lie. He couldn't manage another fight even if he wanted to, it was literally impossible in his current state.
Tick skipped into an alley, and spotted Nick with a knife drawn, and in a shouting match with another guy who appeared to be guarding a girl. With her experience with animal fights, she could clearly tell the protective guy was bluffing. He couldn't knock out a squirrel right now. She stepped between them. "Nick, put the knife away. He's not a threat. Please. Trust me." Then she turned her head to the other guy and the small girl. "Hey. You guys okay?" It was kind of ironic of a question coming from a girl dripping blood, sporting bruises, and a limp in her walk.
Lea raised an eyebrow as yet another outsider darted into the alleyway. Something tells me this is going to end badly, one part of her brain chimed. Shut up, she countered.
Nick scoffed. "Buddies? If you didn't notice, I'm not from the Bronx." Honestly, he didn't know shit why the Bronx were in Brooklyn territory. But right now, it wasn't on his mind. What was on his mind was saving a little girl from getting kidnapped.
Wait. Why is Tick here? And why does she look all beaten up?
"Tick? What the hell?" He didn't put the knife away, still pointing it at the other male. If he was going to get in a fight, then to hell with it. Better to go all out than to lose from not preparing for one.
Jen saw the girl get in between him and the other guy, he backed up a bit, not trusting anyone. He saw how the girl talked to the guy- they must be friends or acquaintances of some sort he thought. He glanced back at Aster, ready to give the signal so that she could run but the girl's question caught him off guard. "Oh um yeah. We're fine. We were just leaving….this way" He pointed behind him, the opposite way the others had come from, in a sort of awkward manner. It almost made him look dorky. He starts to slowly walk backwards, not taking his eyes off of either of them.
Tick watched them back away. "What happened here? Why'd you need to knock those guys out?" Then she shot a glance at Nick. "Nick, I swear, if you don't put that away, I will personally take it. And you know from experience I can over power you. Plus, I really don't need another knife pointing at me…" She gestured at a couple slashes in her arm. Then she looked back at the smaller girl. "Hey. Girl to girl, do you guys need any help, or you good?"
Jen's eyes hardened at her question. "Self defence obviously. I wouldn't just start a fight for the fun of it." He stops and realizes that Aster was frowning at him. She scoffs and mutters "yeah right" under her breath. He narrows his eyes at her snarky remark. Aster stayed quiet at the girl's question. She didn't know what to say so she looked up at Jen which was shaking his head. "N-no, we're fine…" she said meekly.
Tick simply nodded her head and backed away from the two. She heard the younger girl's scoffing at his defense, but let it go. I mean, she did just come back from a club that was formed for fighting for the fun of it. She readjusted her bag strap, trying to keep from smearing blood on the fabric.
Rejina wanted so badly to fight, but she leaned on the brick wordlessly. Her head was pounding, and she didn't even realize how loudly she was breathing.
Nick didn't put the knife away, giving Tick a glare. "The only thing I know is that you're good at running away," he snapped, then turning too face the mysterious male. "If you knocked out four Bronxes, then I'm just gonna take a guess and say that you're pretty dangerous," He pointed the knife at him while he talked, gesturing it around.