Splinter's Story

Birds. She could always hear the birds in the morning. One quick and well-aimed shot could rid her of the infernal hell demons, but that would involve her getting up. Which, if you think about it, defeats the purpose of killing them to be able to sleep. No doubt there was a fresh little of the things every day, so why bother? She didn’t. However, that didn’t stop her from mentally killing each and every one of them in her mind and she wrestled with the noise and her will to sleep longer. Finally, the birds won out, as they always did.

With a loud groan and some more mental cursing, Sasha finally got up, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and trudging out of it. She rubbed her eyes, ran a quick comb through her hair, and got dressed. Her clothes emitted her personality, lazy and comfortable. With a pair of forest green cargo pants and a black tank top, black boots and her usual lack of accessories, she was quite a sight. Not that her appearance meant particularly much to her, or that anything did, really. Well, other than those damn birds.

“Stressed. Time for a cig.”

Muttering to herself, she looked for her pack and lighter. It was always the first thing she did in the morning, it kept her more able than some to deal with all the people she had to live with here. Not that she disliked anyone in particular, but together they could get a little…
“Found it.”

She triumphantly held the items close to her, slipping on a jacket knowing that she had to go outside to smoke. Well, she really didn’t have to, but she couldn’t take it upon herself to fill the warehouse with smoke. What kind of jerk does that? Not her. With the objects found and the jacket on, she slipped silently out of the door way and closed the door behind her, blinking in the hallway that was more dimly lit than her own room with the large window. The hallway was windowless, having only the overheard lamps to light it, after all, this was a warehouse. But no windows meant no birds. Her room was not blessed with this. She was fixated upon them.

Blinking in the hallway, she saw a figure coming towards her. Well, not so much towards her as towards another figure in the hallway past her. She identified them as Vivian and Marx, partners. That made her think of Arden, was he up already? He had been the light of her life lately, her tamer was. She loved everything he was, and he was everything she loved. But finding him was second; she didn’t want to smoke around him so she always found him second.
With that in mind, she continued down the hallway to find the door to the outside instead of stopping to talk to Marx and Vivian. They seemed busy enough already.

Arden

It wasn’t the light that woke him up. It wasn’t the dream either – no, the dream in itself had been unusually pleasant, although Arden could no longer remember what it was about. Why? Well, the steady clomping of shoes in the hallway had invaded the dream and killed it from the inside out. “No… what happens next?” the boy groaned, burying his head into his arms. He closed his eyes tighter as if that would call back the comforting blanket of slumber… it was no good. He was awake. It was one of those times when Arden cursed his light sleeping habits. It was actually a miracle in itself that he’d managed to out-sleep the others that day.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arms away and slowly blinked open his eyes. He was greeted with a blur of drab colors, mostly shades of grey or dull brown. After a few hazy moments, his vision began to clear. He saw the dim light of the outside world weakly brighten his room… and he focused. Control it. Control it.. However, his concentration changed very little. “Gah…” Arden winced as a pang of pain shot through his head, bringing with it an influx of unnecessary information. Concrete used is unusually porous. Can hold 15% of its weight in water. Components used include… … Level of wood decay… … 0.0043 points a year. Glass density is… Sunrise for…

Immediately he shut his eyes and for a moment, all thoughts escaped him. Eventually, the only line that made it through the haze of his mind was, ‘It didn’t work…’ Pressing his hands to his temples, he sat hunched over on the bed, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. Every morning was a similar routine. Perhaps one of these days he’d wake up and find that he could control it, that power of his, but it was probably a stupid hope. “Well that woke me up,” he mumbled, shifting to feel blindly for his make-shift end table. Where were his goggles?

A sharp clatter from below told him where.

However, as he reached down to the floor to locate it, his forehead made a rather painful collision. “Ow!” Arden exclaimed, louder than he intended, before stumbling away to nurse his newfound injury. That felt like the corner of the previously mentioned make-shift end table… and it was definitely going to bruise. Miffed, the boy decided to open his eyes just for a moment, just to find the accursed pink item by his feet. Quickly snatching it up, he pressed the shape to his face and stretched the elastic back around and over his head. The thick white band was a contrast to his light-brown hair. Slowly, warily, he opened his eyes.

Those goggles gave ‘rose-tinted glasses’ a new meaning… Everything was shaded in a dark pink and slightly blurred. This was the sight he was used to – sometimes he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to see things clearly. When it came to reading or writing, he usually asked Splinter… or rather, Sasha to help him with it – never anyone else. It was bad enough that he showed them how clumsy he was, which he blamed on the goggles… He didn’t need to prove himself illiterate on top of that, especially when he wasn’t. “I hate this power,” he sighed, palm still pressed over the aching spot on his forehead. Speaking, or rather, thinking of which, was Sasha already up? Most likely. It wasn’t just once or twice that she’d mentioned birds by her window… and birds always had this irrational idea about singing at the crack of dawn, the crazy things. Well, at least there wasn’t an owl – one of those would have kept him up all night with its hooting.

After just a moment longer, he decided to go check who else was up. Judging from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that more than just one person had wandered to the room they called the kitchen. His room was one of the first in the hallway, so everyone else walked by it when they tried to grab a bite. So his trip to the kitchen was short. Peering in, he saw several of the others – more than he was expecting to be up at sunrise. “Is Sasha here?” Arden asked as he entered. “Oh and also,” he swept his hair out of his face, exposing where he assumed his injury to be, “… is there a bruise?”

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The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

Sergio

When he left, it was still dark. Avantia was quiet, and the street lamps lit the streets in gold. The sky was now bluish-white where the sun was gradually creeping over the roofs of the skyscrapers. Cars began to populate the street and businesses began to open.

Sergio had taken his morning, 5-mile jog. Every morning he would jog down different streets to better acquaint himself with the roads, the stores, the apartments—everything in the city. The grocery store was where he decided to go after his run. A list was neatly folded in his pocket, and he had removed it as he walked the aisles picking up the odd products and foods requested by his…prison roommates.

Six, white plastic bags were on the floor between his feet, in his lap, and looped about his arms as he rode the bus back to his side of town. A black hood, belonging to a solid-black hoodie was drawn up over his head. His dark-brown hair was pulled back behind a pine-green bandana as he rested his head against the glass of the window. He watched as cars and people whisked by and felt the rocking of the bus.

The headphones of his mp3 were in his ears, blasting one of the various rock songs he had on his playlist. It took his mind off the length of the trip that was quickly travelled and shorter in duration than his jog. It wasn’t long before he gathered the bags and descended the steps into the slums. Not many dismounted on this side of town for no one dared to live in the neighborhood of thieves, drug dealers, and murderers. “Murderers” was at least accurate.

Sergio always detoured rather than walked straight to the warehouse. To anyone that could have been watching him, a person entering a supposedly abandoned warehouse was suspicious and could attract unwanted attention. Of course it was attention they easily could handle, but it was still unwanted. He cut down an alley and entered through a broken board in the fence that had a sign that read: PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESSPASSING. Turning sideways, he stepped through and shook the bags until they slipped through without tearing—thank goodness.

With three bags hanging from his forearms, Sergio crossed the lot to the front door where he noticed Sasha standing outside having a cigarette. He called her Sasha rather than Splinter, being partial to its Russian origin. His bronze eyes lingered on the fag between her lips, the gleaming cherry, and the soft drags she was taking from it. It made the Russian more hungry for a cigarette than for breakfast. The whispers of his headphones may have told her that he wouldn’t hear a greeting even if she offered one. He instead had greeted her with his eyes before they motioned to the door and how it seemed to open on its own to spew Goldilocks (Terelle).

Sergio pivoted out of her way, the bags hissing and swaying to his fluid movement before he stepped toward the door, catching it with his foot. Kicking it open, he entered the warehouse to find the starving mongrels already swarming the kill. Frowning softly, Sergio walked over to the makeshift dining room table. It had been a rickety thing he had managed to pull from a dumpster. It wobbled, but it would never collapse. The tabletop was also smooth. He set the bags that held the requested contents on the table, and took the bags he would be stocking the fridge with into the crowded kitchen.

His mp3 was still going as he set the bags on the counter and bent over to open a lower cabinet to remove a pan. Setting the pan on the stove, Sergio became still, his eyes not straying to anyone as they remained focus on the wall before him. He threatened on a low and mild-mannered voice, “Get out before I kill you all.”

There was sweat in his pits, on his face, and in other unmentionable places that had him in a foul mood. He normally would have preferred to shower before he started cooking for the beasts, but seeing how they wanted to devour what remained of the kitchen stock, he had to feed them quick.

Splinter

A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.
A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.

Re-passing the front door, she saw Marx sitting in one of the front rooms writing, looking more chipper than normal. Which for Marx, still wasn’t very chipper. She pushed the door open a little more, enough to peak her head in. Letting out a little cough to let him know she was there before all out talking, she gave him a chance to cover whatever he didn’t want seen before she got too close. Whatever he was writing, she was sure it wasn’t her business.
”Hey Marx? Breakfast should be ready soon. I mean, you can keep doing whatever you want, but Im just warning you there might not be anything left if you wait too long.” she let out a small laugh and shook her long, black hair with one hand. She noticed the imprint under his eyes, the ones people always get when you don’t sleep well. She felt something with it, she wasn’t sure what. Not sorry for him, probably not even quite concerned, but it was still something. After everything they had all gone through together, it was hard to be completely cold hearted to everyone as some of the people tried to be.
She caught herself starring, she had zoned out a bit looking at the imprints under his eyes. It had only been seconds, but she still felt as if she had overstepped her welcome on his private time and hastily added a
”Just letting you know, Ill save you a plate.” and quietly closed the door behind her, not giving him a chance to reply. She didn’t think he would, anyway.

Heading back towards the kitchen, she peaked in to see that this was the central hub where everyone had been hiding. Sergio was indeed trying to make breakfast, Alex was near him trying to talk to him, Ren, Emilia, Luka, Lindsey, Arden were all there as well. Busy kitchen.
”Need a hand, Sergio? I feel like with so many people to feed, it’s not fair to make you buy it all and then turn right around and cook it all.”
She laughed, flashing a smile his way denoting that she did, really, want to help.
”And just in case you were worried, I did try my best to wash the filth off my hands already.”
Another small laugh, then a turn to Arden.
“And good morning, Sunshine, how are we?”

Emilia Rae Marlen

She watched Marx and smiled as he thanked her for the journal, he even seemed to smile himself if even for what seemed like less than a second. The gift seemed well received, she then left him to himself, hearing some of the others enter the room, one of them being Sergio with what seemed to be like food. Apparently, he had picked up what some of them requested from the grocery store - had she missed the moment this happened? She stood still as stone for a moment, her eyes glossy. Guilt washed upon her again, what she had taken would not even be of use. She wondered why no one took her reqursts, but no, it was okay, as long as Devan got what he needed. However, his taste in food was never really...food to begin with. "Good morning Sergio." she said softly, with just a hint of embarrassment. She felt quite stupid, not just stupid, she was tired, so tired. Emilia started walking shakily towards the table, Sergio seemed to have the fresh groceries that needed to be in the fridge - but she did find a mountain of candies. "Oh my." she said under her breath. She picked them up, making sure to hide them for a time, Devan wasn't going to live off of sugar.

When she took another look at Sergio, she realized how horrible he looked. Just as she was about to offer to help, Splinter had beat her to it. She was glad however, that someone had offered a helping hand. Emilia despite Sergio demanding everyone leave the room, was still determined to offer her help. "Is there anything that I can help with?" she asked, almost on her tiptoes. Emilia yawned, "How are you Splinter?" She asked, then getting a whiff of the cigarette smell coming off of her. "You know, that isn't good for you, you should stop." she was genuinely concerned about her health, and thought it would deteriorate if she continued, this went for Sergio as well. "Perhaps...we can try and help you somehow?" As the kitchen was then filled with more rustle and bustle, Emilia thought of Devan. "Call me if you need me okay?" she said, turning to get Devan's things on the table and walking down the hall. She first walked into her room, frowning at the mess which still lay there, and hid the candies within her pillow case. If she stressed anything, it was his health and well being. She kicked some of the cans of food under her bed, adding a few ows and ouches here and there, and then headed towards Devan's room.

Peaking inside, she slowly opened the door, and then closed it quietly. She made her way towards the edge of his bed and sat down upon it, "Goodmorning sunshine, time to get up." her voice was so soft, it might have been unable to be heard by most sleeping people. As she looked down at him, she noticed he had started to look blurry - everything started to look blurry. "Breakfast is on its way I believe." she continued. "I also think you requested some things, I'll give them to you after breakfast." Her eyes felt so heavy, it was like there were weights on them. She thought about how everyone gathered around the food Sergio bought, and how Splinter offered to help him. Her eyes started watering a little bit, she still couldn't get over what she did - she wished she could have been acknowledged..no she shouldn't have been. What she did was wrong, while he had used his money for actual groceries. She had to be sure and thank him when he was done cooking, this also reminded her that she wanted to help. She would make sure to help clean up best she could, he looked so worn out already. Her watery eyes then turned into tears. She wanted to help everyone, all the time. Why couldn't she? "Would you like...me to get you...to get you..." Emilia stood up, or tried to. Immediately she blacked out.

Sergio had sprayed oil in the pan and was making an assortment of eggs. Most of the assassins and tamers had left the kitchen, but ones like Alex remained. He saw the boy without looking at him and felt him leaning against his shoulder. He hadn’t heard his greeting because the headphones were still in his ears, but he was certain that what he said hadn’t been important. He reached his hand up to grab his black hood and pulled it down. That same hand then slipped inside his pants pocket to grab out a pack of cigarettes. He popped open the box with his thumb and raised it to his lips as he bit down on a stick and drew it out. Closing the box, he returned it to his pocket and then removed the unlit cig from his lips. He pressed it to the hot burner until the tobacco glowed a bright orange and returned it to his lips as his third eye saw Sasha’s lips moving and then Emilia spoke in his direction after. Sergio simply answered, thinking it would sum up everything Emilia, Sasha, and Alex might have asked or said, “Do what you like.”

He dragged on the cigarette, exhaling the smoke on two gray streams from his nostrils. Normally, Sergio didn’t smoke in the warehouse, but he didn’t plan to waste anymore time after breakfast. He was going to shower and take a nap before work.

When Terelle entered the kitchen and brought banter and horseplay, it would have been all right if Alex hadn’t been leaning against his shoulder. When her jostling bumped his arm, his spatula sent a sunny-side up egg flying like a saucer across the stove to splat against the unsanitary counter. Sergio’s brows furrowed in irritation. Wasting food didn’t go down well with him, especially since he bought it. He regarded the displaced egg for a few seconds, before he reached the spatula over and scooped it up, dumping it onto a plate. Someone was going to have a bad egg, and it was a price paid for bothering him while he was at work in the kitchen.

Arden

Well, it was obvious that everyone was somewhat awake now – Arden had just greeted the others when yet another familiar figure sprinted through the kitchen and out the door. The boy hadn’t even the time to say hello before Terelle was out of sight. Pressing lightly on his wound before wincing and removing his hand, he stared at the door, left slightly ajar. Now where could she have been going in such a rush at this early in the morning? Keeping in mind previous incidents, Arden assumed that it most likely had to do with a certain missing Alex De’veres.

Before Arden could linger on the thought, another familiar face, Sergio, entered through the door, and lo behold, he had his arms full of welcome plastic bags – groceries. Goodies. Food. Goodies was a better word, seeing as what some of the group had ordered couldn’t necessarily be called ‘food’. Grinning, Arden reached for the bulkier bag the moment it was set on the table. “Awesome! Thanks, Sergio,” he chimed, shifting through its contents. He found what he was looking for – the anything-but-nutritious box of sugar-frosted cornflakes. It had mini-marshmallows in it too, along with a questionable amount of food additives, but he tried his best to forget those tidbits of information.

However, as soon as he tore open the box along the dotted line, Sergio’s voice cut in, “Get out before I kill you all.”

… Well, if he put it that way, getting out was probably a good idea. Popping a couple of sugar-bits of cereal into his mouth, he turned to leave when he heard the voice of one of his favorite people. “Sasha!” he exclaimed, twisting around to see his… partner, he liked to call their relationship. Being the thoughtful person she was, she was offering a helping hand in the kitchen. Arden would have done the same, but with his purposefully diminished vision and a past… event… he was forever banned from the kitchen. And more frankly put, Sergio scared him. Just a little.

“And good morning, Sunshine. How are we?” Sasha asked him cheerfully, as she often did.

With a bright smile he replied, “Same as ever – doing well!” He vaguely noticed Emilia slip in and heard her murmur something about the effects of cigarettes. Arden recalled when he used to say the same to Sasha, but he didn’t anymore. At some point he’d come to like the smell of it… maybe it was just familiar to him now. He wanted to spend more time with Sasha, but a glance at Sergio reminded him of the previous warning. “I’ll just take these and uh… wait outside for now,” Arden added, and with unhealthy cereal in hand, he slipped out of the kitchen with the others. What to do until breakfast, then?

“So, does anyone have anything planned for today?” Arden asked to no one in particular, but hoped for an answer. After all, conversation was really his only source of leisure. Unlike Sebastian, his ‘ability’ prevented him from reading or writing – at least coherently, and he didn’t want a repeat of the morning clumsiness from any physical games. “Anything new on the agenda?”

Marx

The dark head looked up and the book snapped shut when a sound entered his field of hearing. Splinter. Nothing threatening. She was polite, she followed the unspoken protocol that proceeded speaking to him while he was writing. if someone didn't, he'd shut down on them and disregard what they were saying, if they didn't respect him, he wouldn't' respect them. Simple enough. He listened politely to what she had to say, food, come and get it before it's gone, but then she began to bother him a touch. She was staring at him, not into his eyes, but right below them. Seb's facial muscles twitched ever so slightly with is annoyance, then she looked away, seeming to realize her mistake, and hurriedly made an exit. Mentally Seb decided to keep a better eye on her, just in case.

He rose as she shut the door and opened it again, calling in his light yet deliberate voice down the hall after her. "Thank you, Sugar." He said, one of his many meaningless names for the females in their pitiful troupe of freaks. He wandered to his room and re-hid his journals, adding the new one to the stack and securing the floorboard back after he'd settled them inside.

The dark haired male decided that he had some time to burn, just in case Dashkov was still in a murdering mood the kitchen wasn't the most ideal place to linger. especially with all those people hanging around, he'd have to mingle. Euch. Not what he wanted to do at the moment. Poking his head out of his messy little room, Marx spotted his little female friend emerging from her's, weapon in hand. Monsowa, Lindsey. He could play for a little while, that sounded enjoyable. He withdrew himself from the doorway, waiting for a couple moments for her to pass, then emerged himself, tailing the young woman out the door.

Seb darted, being agile was favorable in these situations, so he managed to keep a ways behind her without being noticed by the cocky lass. he watched her throw her knives at the tree a few times before nearing her, his hands in his pockets and an indifferent mask gracing his features.

"Well, look who we have murdering vegetation here." He said, his voice tinged with dry amusement, an inflection that was reserved almost exclusively for Monsowa. "Having fun, my little Scarlett?" His face still waned blank, but he did cast his eyes over to the tree then back at her. They glittered like an amused cat's amber orbs.

'There's always fun to be had when Monsowa was around, that was for sure. Let's see how annoyed she becomes this morning. Bets on thirty that she throws something at me.' Seb thought to himself, his own personal narration. A habit of his, especially when it had to do with this little firebrand. it always seemed that he was more animated when speaking to her, even if it was merely to torment her with prickled words to watch her explode on him.

"Do what you like." she heard from Sergio, knowing he probably didn't hear a word she had said. Not that it mattered, of course. Because if he was upset with something, he would have said so. Mentally noting that he took much less cautious matters with his cigarettes then her, she dismissed it. It was really only the health of the others she cared about, but she wasn't one to nag others. Besides, a little second hand smoke was probably the least of their worries, wasn't it? She didn't even bother with Emilia's comment, simply nodding in response. It wasn't as if the toxins in the cigarette effected her at all, she didn't absorb them like normal humans did. It was part of her power, not feeling anything like that. For the most part it was wonderful, but now and again she would find herself wishing she could feel this thing people called Advil. If nothing else, she had a pretty high tolerance for pain now.

Taking Sergio's word as a green light, Sasha began taking some bread and toasting it. Not knowing how many people were actually going to eat considering everyone seemed to be grazing on the rest of the things Sergio brought home, she only made five. She also placed several glasses on the table along with a small jug of juice from the fridge. Noticing Arden's skittishness towards Sergio, he slipped out of the kitchen. Sometimes she forgot how the people in this house had an effect on him. He cared so much about what other people thought or would do, and that was something she just didn't understand. But then again, she wasn't the most observant or detail oriented type. Even without his powers, Arden seemed to be the better one of both on that. Smiling, she heard him still trying to talk from outside the kitchen.
“So, does anyone have anything planned for today? Anything new on the agenda?” she heard, tied in with sounds of crunching. He had apparently taken the cereal with him. She hoped that by replying to him she could coax him back in. Sergio looked so involved with his cooking, she was sure he wouldn't notice. He still had his head phones in, anyway.
"Well, if nothing else happens I have a double shift tonight at the bar. Im sure Sergio is working, too." she answered him. She offered up Sergio's information, looking to him for confirmation, but then remembered he probably couldn't hear her. Turning back to the open doorway in which the Arden sounds were coming from, she continued. "And what is it that you would like to do today?"