[hr][h1][color=powderblue]Taylor Pierpoint[/color][/h1]

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[@Mr Allen J] 
[@RaijinSlayer][hr] 

The girls made a good point. Taylor looked around at the crowds around her. Some had camera phones and were probably waiting to put the fight on Instagram or other social media outlets. The city was in enough shit already with the Fiend attacks, and now they were drawing more attention to an already-frenzied crowd. She sighed and, closing her eyes, dropped her defenses. The floating icicles hit the ground and shattered, and the ice shards retreated. There was a collective "awwwwww" from the crowd as she walked away, like they were disappointed that they hadn't been able to watch a homicide. As she turned away, she looked over her shoulder at Aiden. 

"Don't give me another reason to get angry at you," she snarled. Then she walked over to get her things from the bench, her beach session ruined. She pulled the cover-up on, put her hat back on, and slid her flip flops back onto her feet. The ice, she left behind. It would melt eventually, and perhaps it was slippery enough to stop the freak from following her. She could feel a couple of other eyes on her, and she felt her skin crawl. She picked up her bag and walked away towards Jen and Meifeng. Before she walked past Imani, she stopped and looked at her. 

"Thanks," she said. 

"I can't believe we're letting that asshole go," she said, arriving at where Jen, Ratchet, and Meifeng were standing. "But I guess it's better this way. I wouldn't want to get arrested." Then she looked up as if she remembered something. 

"By the way," she said "I know this is a little impromptu, but I'm having a party tonight at my place in Knightdale Rows. You should come."