Sunny squeaked and jumped back a bit when she saw Len sitting quietly on the couch; she hadn’t expected him to just be sitting there? Had he even gotten anything to eat? It wasn’t as if Sunny herself was one to talk, she herself had not gotten anything for breakfast, well, not yet anyway. "You should know, Rin is actually really rude, bothersome, annoying, dense, stubborn, and someone who enjoys hitting others.” She heard him say. A smile was brought to her lips at hearing Len go on about his sister, the bonds between siblings. There was nothing like it in the world, though Sunny herself couldn’t know a bond like that. She was an only child after all; well, as far as she knew. . . . She had not had any contact with her parents in three years. . . . .
“ There's only very few she'll be super nice too. Like you and me, though she snaps on me a lot. She must really like you Sunny!" Len finished. Sunny was happy to hear something like that, Rin, no matter what Len had said about her, seemed like a nice girl, and Sunny was glad that it seemed like Rin liked her. It . . . it would be nice to have a few friends about her age, and it would be especially wonderful if one of those friends were a girl. Since Rin was an element user like herself, Sunny could finally have a friend she could act like, well, a girl with. Even if Rin wasn’t exactly girly and into the same things she was into, it would still be nice to just have someone around!
And Len accepted his sister as she was, no questions asked. She was happy to see that since it meant another friend. Now, I just wonder where that shadow charmer is. Sunny thought with a sigh, looking down at her feet. Rin had taken off into the rainy skies alone the previous night, for whatever reason, after the whole incident with Mitch, Jude and the light-user, Sunny didn’t know where she might be. With how close she and Len seemed to be, Sunny was sure they would have had some form of contact in that time frame. . . .
Wait a second, Jude. . . . Sunny thought, a bit of a light bulb going off in the teenager’s head, looking up. He was the air user who had royally ticked Mitch off last night, he seemed like a know it all and a bit of an arrogant prick, but before he’d vanished out of the window he had said something that made Sunny think a little bit different of him, and he had also said, ‘You will know how to contact me.’
Sunny wasn’t sure what he had meant when he’d said that; did he mean e-mail? Mailbox? Phone. . . ? But he had made certain she could contact him some way. Just Len and I wandering around New Ithaca on our own, looking for one girl, sheesh, we’d never find her on our own! Sunny thought, shaking her head with a sigh, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. Jude seemed . . . he seemed to know so much about me and Rin, maybe if I could contact him, then he could help us. she looked up and at Len who was standing in the doorway, I don’t know if Len would appreciate the idea, but it might get his sister back to us quicker.
Deciding to risk it, Sunny swallowed hard and spoke up, “Um, h-hey Len. You remember that guy from last night, Jude? Though, I guess it would be hard to forget a guy who wandered in through a window. . . .” she rambled on before shaking her head, “Anyway, he said something about me being able to contact him, and he seemed to know an awful lot about the lot of us, I was thinking that maybe if I could find out how to contact him, maybe he could help you and I track Rin down.”
“I-I’m going to check my mailbox,” she said nervously before Len could say anything to her, slipping by the thin boy and darting down the steps until she got to the entrance way of her building. I hope he doesn’t get upset with me for suggesting this. . . . she thought, opening her door and going over to her mailbox. She took her keycard out and slid it into the box; though the actual thing had a slot for mail to go into, to unlock it you had to slide a keycard into a pad and wait for verification. When she was able to open it, she did so; several articles of junk mail falling out of the box and at her feet. Sunny groaned in annoyance, stooping down to gather the pieces of junk she noticed something that was out of place on the pavement; a handwritten note with rather fancy handwriting.
Urgent. Must talk. I know your secret fire charmer. 415-919-6789.
Sunny’s eyelids lowered a bit and she groaned, Yeah, that’s definitely Jude. . . . she thought, shaking her head as she came back up the steps, to her place so she could get on the phone and give him call.
Walking back into her living room with the mail, and note in hand, she looked at Len and held the paper up for show, “Yeah, the air-user did indeed leave a way for me to contact him . . . though I don’t appreciate him calling me a fire charmer.” She said, grabbing hold of the phone that was locked onto her wall, dialling the number on the paper.