"Hmm, what shall I do? Kill you myself? Take control of one of your bodies and make you kill your friends? Oh! What about making you crush your own throat?" He said gleefully, finally snapping as one of the men began to smash through his display case of sweets.
Not that far jus the block that way,” he points to the cafe as his sparks jump about and send another jolt that way “can be away for to long miss or it starts getting jumpy.”
Florence hummed in acknowledgment to what Lovino told her about where he lived. Setting off in the direction that he had pointed, she looked over to him. "So do you have any way of controlling your ability?" She asked, squinting as the street lights came on.
“Yes I do but I don’t like to it makes them angry!” He chirps “the angrier they get the more it hurts to release them…” his voice trails off.
"I really don't have any idea where I'm going," Florence said, slowing down a bit as she walked. Her mind was still mostly focussed on the drunks that had wandered into the cafe. As soon as he's home that's where I'm off to. Florence thought, keeping her eyes fixed in front of her.
Lovino takes the lead and walks quickly to a house “this is where I live Miss,” he says letting go of her hand “bye,” he waves and steps into the house.
"I'll see you around then," Florence said, waving briefly before speed walking back towards the cafe. On her way there, she stopped in an alleyway and put on the light blue bodysuit that she had. In her hands were thin rolls of iron that she wrapped around her waist and lower face. She left her bookbag in a large crack that was in one of the buildings of the alleyway. I wonder how far he's gotten with things? Florence thought, walking down the street at a much slower pace now that she had everything she needed.
Once she was a few buildings down from the cafe, Florence hoisted herself atop one of the neighboring buildings.
By now, there was blood splattering the window and Heath somehow managing not to get any on his clothes. He looked around. "Now I have to scrub the windows." He muttered sadly, about to call Quin to tell him that he wouldn't be home early tonight.
Walking to the cafe, Florence hopped over the gaps in the buildings, finally reaching the one she wanted to see. Backing up towards the edge of the roof, she took another step back, letting herself land in front of the windows to the cafe. Spattered across the large windows was blood, not yet dry. A wide smile appeared on her face, though it wasn't visible due to the bands of metal covering her mouth. I knew it, I knew it! She thought, quietly laying her hands flat on the window.
Inside as well, was the cafe owner and the three drunken men that had wandered inside of the shop.
(This is a bit before the drunken men entered)
Sol threw away her empty cup and grabbed her book as she got a confirming text from Easton. She pushed open the door of the cafe while still looking at her phone. Once she had walked a few feet away from the door she thought she smelled liquor as she bumped into three large bodies.
"Watch it, little girl." One man barked at her.
"Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going. Wait…" she sniffed the air. "Are you drunk? And you really shouldn't be going in there, it's closed."
The men ignored her and entered the cafe. Sol shrugged and shoved her hands into her pockets, hoping the cafe owner would be able to deal with it. That wasn't really normal for her, but she wanted to go home and make dinner. She continued walking towards her apartment, vaguely hearing the other customers leaving the cafe. Once she arrived home, she used her extra key to unlock the door and swung it open.
"Hey Mom, Dad, you home?" she heard nothing in response. She sighed, thinking Mom's probably working late and dad is staying at a motel to avoid her. This dispute between her parents had honestly been a long time coming, but it still hurt to never get to talk to them after school. She took a look at the text from her dad she had been ignoring.
Dad's Cell
Hey kiddo, sorry I'm not home. I'm staying overnight at work to get a project done. I'll be home tomorrow evening!❤❤
Bullshit. Sol shoved her phone into her pocket. Mom was going to an event Saturday evening. She sighed and pulled open the fridge, taking out some leftover Chinese her dad had bought for her the last day he hung out with her, and ate it cold.
After finishing her food she tried to be good and change into her pajamas but ended up still wearing her shirt with a pair of pajama shorts and slumped into bed, scrolling through tumblr and some news sights to read more about Blue Jay.
Hey, wb!))
Heath grabbed a pair of headphones and grabbed some cleaning supplies. He picked up his phone and dialed Quin. "Sorry Stormy, I have to stay late. Some idiots caused a mess." He said, hearing a response then hanging up to return to his cleaning. He slipped on the headphones and got to work.
Hey, wb!))
Sorry I was gone! School's over for the week now, so I can post more regularly!))
Heath grabbed a pair of headphones and grabbed some cleaning supplies. He picked up his phone and dialed Quin. "Sorry Stormy, I have to stay late. Some idiots caused a mess." He said, hearing a response then hanging up to return to his cleaning. He slipped on the headphones and got to work.
Florence kept her palms on the glass of the window for a few moments more before standing up straight and walking around the hedges that were beside the door. I guess he isn't too worried about people seeing him. she thought, debating on whether or not to open or knock on the door. It doesn't matter anyway, a few seconds more of standing here and he's going to come back to clean the window.
Hey, wb!))
Sorry I was gone! School's over for the week now, so I can post more regularly!))
Great! Not a lot happened while you were gone. The cafe closed and then Heath killed some drunks…so, yeah, that's about it really.))
Florence kept her palms on the glass of the window for a few moments more before standing up straight and walking around the hedges that were beside the door. I guess he isn't too worried about people seeing him. she thought, debating on whether or not to open or knock on the door. It doesn't matter anyway, a few seconds more of standing here and he's going to come back to clean the window.
Heath waved to her from the other window. "Hello there, would you like to come in for a pastry?" He called out through the glass as he wipes it. No one was on the streets and he had explained to Quin what had happened, so Quin used his power to mask the blood in an illusion to anyone who didn't know it was there.
(Wait but the cafe is closeddd why would he let her in?)
Because he is completely insane ;p//
(Wait, did the illusion happen before Florence got there?)
The illusion doesn't fool anyone who is aware that something should be there, Heath asked Quin to do it so he could do whatever the hell his insane little brian thiks up.//
Ah, gotcha))
Florence stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide in disbelief. Oh yeah! Just another day, nevermind the woman with her face covered that saw what you just did. She thought, blinking a few times. How dense can a person be..? Florence pushed on the door, finding that it was unlocked. Loosening the metal bands wrapped around her lower face, she finally began speaking. "You really shouldn't ask people such casual questions when your window is smeared with blood." She said, tightening the bands on her face once more.
(Are the bodies of the men going to be found but not pinpointed to anyone because I kinda want Sol to see it on the news and recognizes them and goes back to the cafe often to investigate)
Heath looked surprised. "Oh? It is? I hadn't noticed." He said, smiling. "So, would you like a pastry? They're a little cold, but still yummy!"
Florence slowly shook her head, "No… Thanks…" She said, speaking slowly. This is not the reaction I expected. She thought, walking into the cafe the rest of the way. "So I was right. I didn't think that you would react in such a dull way though." She paused, staying close to the door. "I had almost thought that earlier today you were caught off guard when I noticed who you were."
Heath smiled again, kinda looking like a panda. "No, not really!" He said, walking over to the bakery portion and grabbing a puff pastry.
Just becoming a stalker while I wait for my question to be answered or the next day arrives…))
The investigation idea is fine with me, that is, as long as it is with them.))
Florence's face fell expressionless as she pushed open the door again, putting one of her feet in the doorway to hold it open. "Well, have fun cleaning up." She said, forcing a toothy smile onto her face. Despite the wrap around her mouth, the smile was still obvious because of her eyes. Florence stepped out of the building and removed her foot from the doorway, making her way down the street by propelling herself forward with the bands of metal around her face and waist.
Hey, I have to go for a bit. I'm kinda tired and can't think of anything good at the moment//
Okay, we'll see you later then!))