Ember gives a soft sigh seeing their usual meeting place as she pulled into the lot and she couldn't help but wonder if she was late. Glancing at the dashboard clock, she frowns at the time: 7:05 am. "Yup. Definitely late. Way to go, Emb." she mutters to herself, killing the engine. Cautiously, she opens the door to stick her head out, eyes scanning the sky for any sign of Hank. Seeing no trace of their leader, she lets out a soft sigh of relief and a "Thank God".. Of course the "God" part was done sarcastically. Even though Ember was the first of their group to be a black wing, she still didn't like responsibility of leading a group. So, naturally, she passed up the chance and gave it to Hank. Though she was sure she could easily take him on due to her power of fire, Hank still wasn't someone you'd want to piss off, no matter what. A shudder racks her slender shoulders as memories of the time she had made their leader Black Wing angry flood her mind. Let just say she'll never wake him up from a nap to shine a flashlight in his eyes again.
Swinging a heeled foot out of the fiery red car, she frowns feeling the grass practically suck in her heeled boots. Heels + grass = hell. Giving an aggravated groan, she swings her other leg out before waltzing across the grass trying to remain in as little of contact with the dreadful vegetation as she possibly could. Wincing with each step she could practically feel the grass staining her beautiful new Jimmy Choos. After what seemed like an eternity, Ember finally reached the door and bursted up the wooden steps to the porch; her heaven. She wraps her slender fingers around the handle before grumbling to herself in annoyance "Hank just had to buy the house in the middle of fucking nowhere!" before slinging the door open.
Walking in, she heads to the kitchen not bothering to yell if anyone was home. Whistling to herself some tune she heard on the radio on the way here, she nonchalantly picks up a bright red apple, tossing it up in the air and catching it repeatedly. Unbuckling her heels, she tosses them aside, ignoring the fact that they hit the leather couch and fell with a thud. Taking a bite out of the apple, Ember jumps up in the air, almost hanging there briefly before falling down to the couch. Reaching for the remote and pressing the buttons, the tv flickers to life displaying a sitcom. Ember's nose wrinkles in disgust and she rapidly flips through the channels. While in the midst of channel surfing, she decides to toast her apple slightly. Suddenly, flames erupt from her hand holding the apple, engulfing the poor fruit in the flame.