[Josive] [Bironica] [Leera]
Josive lead his friends into the cafeteria... kitchen... dining room... whatever it actually was, he wasn't perfectly sure. The orphanage lady said it was the kitchen before... But who eats in a kitchen? He shrugged, and walked on in. He looked around, but didn't see anyone eating yet. "I guess we just have to wait to eat." he said, leading his two friends off to a nearby table. "Well, this is nice! Much better than the five chair, one broken chair, table we were used to." Bironica said, plumping down on the bench and lifting her legs over a bar so she could face the table. "I'd still prefer something softer." Leera said, her arms already folded. "Come on, just sit Leera." Josive said, sitting across from Bironica. "I'm not going to stand here... just prefer something softer... not something too bad to say, is it Mr. cop?" Leera rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to Bironica.
"So, what do you think of this place so far? Suit your taste for fancy delight?" Leera asked Josive, leaning forward on her arms as she talked. "It's not about how fancy it is... it's... it's about fitting in. Having other's like me- like us... that understand us. People we can fit in with, will actually like us, and not be afraid of us whenever we make a mistake to show our powers." Josive replied. "So, what... we don't count as people who 'actually like you'? Is that what you're saying?" Leera said, feeling a little hurt inside, but not showing it physically. "Wha- no... that's not what I meant. Of course you two are my friends, and I'll love you both forever because of that! It's just..." he started to say back, but couldn't think of how to finish his sentence. "-you want more? Two just isn't good enough." Leera sneered, almost ready to stand up and just leave the table... but something held her back.
Meanwhile, while Josive and Leera were busy yacking back and forth, Bironica was staring over at a white-haired kid with bright blue eyes. He looked... familiar... for some reason. "Hey, is that... Jacob?" She said, but not daring to take her eyes off of him in case he moved. "It's not like that! I just want to fit in for once in my life! Can't you see that Leera?" Josive fought back at Leera, his voice getting just a little louder, but not loud enough for anyone to overhear. "Well, if you could just stop being a spoiled pr-" Leera started, but Bironica bumped Leera in the arm and started, "Hey! Guyyysss! Who is that over there? It looks like Jacob. You know, for the orphanage we just came from?" she said, continuing her stare at Jacob... whether or not he noticed. "Come on, let's go see!" she jumped up, and started for his table as her two friends just sat there.
"Hey! You are Jacob!" Bironica yelled in Jacob's face through the ball he was whirlwinding with his powers. "I didn't know you had powers! And, you ended up here too? Did you follow us or something? Come on, tell us your story!" she interrogated Jacob, leaning closer and closer with each question. Josive came up behind Bironica, standing on her left. Leera came up, arms folding across already, and stood right of Bironica. "Sheesh Bironica, think you could cool down for a second? You might give him a heart attack or something." Leera said to Bironica, while trying to avoid Josive's stare from the other side. "Oh, right... sorry." Bironica said, turning her head down and taking a step back. It only took a second before she looked up again, and had another smile on her face. "So, who's this? You two... hanging out together, or what?" Bironica asked, looking at the red-haired girl.
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The lady and the child that had walked straight into the police station, pushing the doors open into the main area all the officers worked. The phones were ringing, voices yelling, doors being slammed opened as cops rushed out, or rushed in. Almost no one noticed the two strange sights walking in like they owned the place, except for the new kid. The young man quickly bolted into the chief's office, and notified him immediately.
"Thank you son. For that, your're getting a promotion." the chief said to he greenhorn very cherry-like. "W-wait, really? This soon?" the young man said, honestly shocked at the offer his superior had just offered him. "Of course not! Now out, scram! Go clean the cells or something." the chief yelled, waving his hat at the other officer, sending him out of his office and downstairs to the cell rooms. "Bloody waste of time that roach is..."
"Who are you, what are you doing in my department?" the chief asked the lady and child as he bolted over towards them. "I can have you thrown in these cells just for disturbing our very busy workforce!" he threatened. The other officers were starting to notice, one by one, and slow down the production line the chief had gotten in place. "What are you all looking at! Back to work!" he yelled at them, waving his hat before putting it back on his head.
When the chief turned back to face the lady, he bumped his nose in her identification card. He snatched it out of her fingers greedily, holding it up close to his eyes, before pushing it slowly back until he could read it properly. "F.B.I. are ye? Since when do they send mama's with their children? And, with the way you look, I wouldn't take you much more for a s-" he started to say, hardly changing his attitude towards the two.
"We're here on official business. There has been a runaway as of late, and we need a warrant to get her back." the lady replied, cutting the chief off at the end. "An F.B.I. agent on the case of a runaway? Ha!" the chief laughed, handing the card back and turning back to his office. "She crossed state lines, and she's much more dangerous than any of your men." she said, standing there as if she still had the upper-hand somehow. The chief waved his hands back at her, continue his strut back to his office. "Yeah yeah, just send it up the line, your'll get a warrant... but not from me! I'm too bloody busy to bloody care." he said, stepping one foot into his office. "Lucy." the woman smirked, stopping the man instantly.
Some of the officers stopped their work, and turned to their chief in command, who was stunned where he stood. He quickly turned back, with obvious fear in his eyes. It didn't take long before they turned into anger, and he charged the lady and the child, pushing them outside. "I don't know what your game is, but this is considered harassment, and I'll take you in for it!" the chief yelled, holding his hands up in anger.
"So? Sue me. I'm sure your'd be happy I get finned, fired, and whatever else would happen, especially after your wife leaves you. You know she knows just as much as everyone else in the department. So, why don't you just make this easier on yourself, and give us what we want, capiche?" she said to the man. The man started to sweat, his fear boiled away by this time. His hands started to shake, before he tossed them to the side and stormed back inside, the woman and child smiling.
Josive lead his friends into the cafeteria... kitchen... dining room... whatever it actually was, he wasn't perfectly sure. The orphanage lady said it was the kitchen before... But who eats in a kitchen? He shrugged, and walked on in. He looked around, but didn't see anyone eating yet. "I guess we just have to wait to eat." he said, leading his two friends off to a nearby table. "Well, this is nice! Much better than the five chair, one broken chair, table we were used to." Bironica said, plumping down on the bench and lifting her legs over a bar so she could face the table. "I'd still prefer something softer." Leera said, her arms already folded. "Come on, just sit Leera." Josive said, sitting across from Bironica. "I'm not going to stand here... just prefer something softer... not something too bad to say, is it Mr. cop?" Leera rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to Bironica.
"So, what do you think of this place so far? Suit your taste for fancy delight?" Leera asked Josive, leaning forward on her arms as she talked. "It's not about how fancy it is... it's... it's about fitting in. Having other's like me- like us... that understand us. People we can fit in with, will actually like us, and not be afraid of us whenever we make a mistake to show our powers." Josive replied. "So, what... we don't count as people who 'actually like you'? Is that what you're saying?" Leera said, feeling a little hurt inside, but not showing it physically. "Wha- no... that's not what I meant. Of course you two are my friends, and I'll love you both forever because of that! It's just..." he started to say back, but couldn't think of how to finish his sentence. "-you want more? Two just isn't good enough." Leera sneered, almost ready to stand up and just leave the table... but something held her back.
Meanwhile, while Josive and Leera were busy yacking back and forth, Bironica was staring over at a white-haired kid with bright blue eyes. He looked... familiar... for some reason. "Hey, is that... Jacob?" She said, but not daring to take her eyes off of him in case he moved. "It's not like that! I just want to fit in for once in my life! Can't you see that Leera?" Josive fought back at Leera, his voice getting just a little louder, but not loud enough for anyone to overhear. "Well, if you could just stop being a spoiled pr-" Leera started, but Bironica bumped Leera in the arm and started, "Hey! Guyyysss! Who is that over there? It looks like Jacob. You know, for the orphanage we just came from?" she said, continuing her stare at Jacob... whether or not he noticed. "Come on, let's go see!" she jumped up, and started for his table as her two friends just sat there.
"Hey! You are Jacob!" Bironica yelled in Jacob's face through the ball he was whirlwinding with his powers. "I didn't know you had powers! And, you ended up here too? Did you follow us or something? Come on, tell us your story!" she interrogated Jacob, leaning closer and closer with each question. Josive came up behind Bironica, standing on her left. Leera came up, arms folding across already, and stood right of Bironica. "Sheesh Bironica, think you could cool down for a second? You might give him a heart attack or something." Leera said to Bironica, while trying to avoid Josive's stare from the other side. "Oh, right... sorry." Bironica said, turning her head down and taking a step back. It only took a second before she looked up again, and had another smile on her face. "So, who's this? You two... hanging out together, or what?" Bironica asked, looking at the red-haired girl.
Sometime yesterday...
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The lady and the child that had walked straight into the police station, pushing the doors open into the main area all the officers worked. The phones were ringing, voices yelling, doors being slammed opened as cops rushed out, or rushed in. Almost no one noticed the two strange sights walking in like they owned the place, except for the new kid. The young man quickly bolted into the chief's office, and notified him immediately.
"Thank you son. For that, your're getting a promotion." the chief said to he greenhorn very cherry-like. "W-wait, really? This soon?" the young man said, honestly shocked at the offer his superior had just offered him. "Of course not! Now out, scram! Go clean the cells or something." the chief yelled, waving his hat at the other officer, sending him out of his office and downstairs to the cell rooms. "Bloody waste of time that roach is..."
"Who are you, what are you doing in my department?" the chief asked the lady and child as he bolted over towards them. "I can have you thrown in these cells just for disturbing our very busy workforce!" he threatened. The other officers were starting to notice, one by one, and slow down the production line the chief had gotten in place. "What are you all looking at! Back to work!" he yelled at them, waving his hat before putting it back on his head.
When the chief turned back to face the lady, he bumped his nose in her identification card. He snatched it out of her fingers greedily, holding it up close to his eyes, before pushing it slowly back until he could read it properly. "F.B.I. are ye? Since when do they send mama's with their children? And, with the way you look, I wouldn't take you much more for a s-" he started to say, hardly changing his attitude towards the two.
"We're here on official business. There has been a runaway as of late, and we need a warrant to get her back." the lady replied, cutting the chief off at the end. "An F.B.I. agent on the case of a runaway? Ha!" the chief laughed, handing the card back and turning back to his office. "She crossed state lines, and she's much more dangerous than any of your men." she said, standing there as if she still had the upper-hand somehow. The chief waved his hands back at her, continue his strut back to his office. "Yeah yeah, just send it up the line, your'll get a warrant... but not from me! I'm too bloody busy to bloody care." he said, stepping one foot into his office. "Lucy." the woman smirked, stopping the man instantly.
Some of the officers stopped their work, and turned to their chief in command, who was stunned where he stood. He quickly turned back, with obvious fear in his eyes. It didn't take long before they turned into anger, and he charged the lady and the child, pushing them outside. "I don't know what your game is, but this is considered harassment, and I'll take you in for it!" the chief yelled, holding his hands up in anger.
"So? Sue me. I'm sure your'd be happy I get finned, fired, and whatever else would happen, especially after your wife leaves you. You know she knows just as much as everyone else in the department. So, why don't you just make this easier on yourself, and give us what we want, capiche?" she said to the man. The man started to sweat, his fear boiled away by this time. His hands started to shake, before he tossed them to the side and stormed back inside, the woman and child smiling.