«We Could be Heroes»

Crow narrowed his eyes. He finally decided that he couldn't stand to be in crow form any longer, so he hopped off of Tayn's arm and transformed back. "You.. You're the person from the apartments." he said slowly to Barnes, eyeing him.

Finally recognizing him Tayns eyes widened. She remembered what she had thought about, that night at the train station. He could have been the one who was behind Noels kidnapping and the thugs that came and shot at them. She still held the flashlight, but it wasn't really big enough to use as a weapon.

She looked over at Noel. She didn't seem to be afraid of him. but then was that really her? And he was the new girls father?

Maybe she was completely wrong about him, maybe he wasn't a bad guy, just some random concerned neighbor. Or maybe.... Barnes and Janet were working together.

"I want some answers, Now!" she demanded. "What exactly is going on? How do you know him!?" She asked Janet, "And what do you want from us!?" She felt trapped, where had Gage and Misty disappeared to? She took a step back and braced herself waiting to be swallowed by shadows.

**Storm outside intensifies**
 
James's head bobbed through the sea of humans. A doughy, cheesy smell drifted on the air from the stand of freshly made pretzels. More graffiti lined the walls in a burst of color among the industrialized subway goers. The train had come to a complete stop, now, and the doors slid open. A cheery woman's voice greeted the passengers over the intercom. The swarm of people began to deplete as they osmosis'd onboard.
But the man didn't seem interested in boarding. Instead, he made his way to the graffitied wall and the pretzel stand.
"Lovely morning, isn't it, sir?" Said the woman at the register.
"Yes, but I was carrying an umbrella." Firestein said.

Firestein heard something and glanced back to Sammy. "Hmm? Did you say something?" He said, an inviting smile on his face.

Sammy looked at Ash, opening her mouth to say something. She then decided it wasn't worth it and continued walking through the crowd. I wasn't pausing. It was you who was pausing. she thought, suddenly turning as she realized she had walked right past James.


"Umbrella?" Sammy questioned, eyeing James and then the woman. Could be a code word. That would be cool. Orrr he could just like umbrellas...


Crow followed Janet, wondering how there was suddenly three others in the group. He decided not to question it and continued walking silently.

James glanced over his shoulder and frowned. Adjusting his spectacles, he stopped, half in and half out of the pretzel stand's half-door. "Well, hi." He said, not quite sure of himself, "who are you?"

Gage grinned broadly at Tayn, then glanced toward the newcomer. "Honestly, we have no idea, and we are procrastinating certain death to investigate a changling, wanna come?"
This post deserves all the accolades.

"Oh, well!" He said, not quite sure what to think. He eyed Grant. He wasn't exactly sure who he was, aside from a good friend of Misty's. He swallowed a lump in his throat as the guy took off, passing River. He hoped he wasn't jealous. The last thing he needed was some sort of stupid love triangle. He shook his head and lofted into the air, trying to lock out everything that was happening. "So, um. You wanted to talk?" He said, once they had lifted above the buildings.
I love the drama this insinuates.
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Kinda ingenious... :lau


(Oh, crap. Forgot about pretzel land.)

James frowned at the graffiti. Not the ones that boasted the artists' names, nor the swears, nor the illegible. But one with simple, white paint, and very legible. It read, 'beware the sound of silence.' He laughed at it as he strode into the pretzel stand, and stepped behind the dividing wall to where all the weapons were.

Sammy followed him in, then abruptly stopped. "So... you store your weapons in a pretzel stand." She said to no one in particular. Next time I see a pretzel stand, I'm going to comment on their umbrellas. she thought, smirking.

Crow held on tightly to Janet, scared of getting blown off. That would not be pleasant at all.
~But... silence is amazing, Ash mulled silently as her eyes traced the blatant white lettering. She stood there for a long moment, stupified by a rippling unwanted anxiety. Shaking her head at her own foolishness to get caught up in an ominous vow of graffiti, of all things, Ash trailed after Sammy. She nearly shot right out of the tent when a row of assorted weaponry came into view behind a partition. "Uhhh... now I've got to learn not to trust pretzel stands."~

(Tayn is going to accidentally kill everyone... :-/ )
*Thunderous applause*






No pun intended. :D
 
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