Nellie still isn't home, but punctuality has never been Aaron's younger sister's strong suit, unfortunately. Thus, he's been up with his parents, talking to them about the job he's recently gotten at a nearby restaurant- one that allows him to provide for himself. It's also the reason that he has a phone, while Nellie is often wandering the streets by herself without any actual way to keep in contact with the others. He's been thinking of trying to help her get a day job of her own, now that the circus is more of a night time affair than the paying job it had somehow been in the last town. Not that his parents know about the new situation of the circus, of course- they already worry enough about their only children not having 'normal jobs.' This worry is why he describes to him his day job, trying to reassure them that things are going on well enough. They always seem to blame themselves for everything, something that has been going on ever since they first lost the house around eight years ago. As far as Aaron knows, though, they his parents are the only ones blaming themselves- he has always treasured them. Poor or not, their family is close knit.
Still, he had run out of conversation topics long before Nellie finally returned. After all, Aaron is not the most loquacious of people; his parents are just trying to keep the conversation focused on him, turning it back around every time he tries to point the conversation towards him. Nellie, on the other hand, is more of a talker, words already bursting out of her mouth when she enters the motel room. The rest of the Moores turn to look at her, and Aaron's eyebrow rises at her first words. He knows what pocky is, of course, and is less amused by the foreign treat than Nellie appears to be. He half-wondered if she was only joking in saying she didn't know where they were made, but didn't say as much, instead just smiling with the left side of his mouth at Nellie's enchantment with the sweet. He and his sister have always gotten on a lot better than stereotypical siblings, and it probably helps that Aaron doesn't constantly correct her, though he occasionally wants to.
"Welcome back," he says to her, the only two words he's been able to get in since she arrived, as the girl had taken up much of the free air with her own voice. As usual, she is not one to remain still for long, and Nellie is soon stretching. Aaron is about to join her when the tone from his phone, which is on the bedside table, attracts his attention. He reaches over and grabs it, finding that it is a text from Will, telling them to meet at his place. Rather than telling her what the text says, Aaron tosses the phone at Nellie and turns towards his parents, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry mom, dad. Nellie and I have plans for the night. It's been nice seeing you, though," he says, leaning over and kissing his mother on the cheek before standing up. He is wearing circus clothing beneath a coat and dark pants- no need to attract attention until planned, after all. Aaron walks over to the door and glances at Nellie, expecting her to follow him.
Tallulah, Tally not Lulu, is walking down the street when she gets the text message from William, ringleader and friend. Her thoughts had turned, as they frequently do, to the prospect of becoming a masked vigilante. She's already taking part in an illegal circus to take a stand against the local government, why not go the extra distance and just dawn a cape already? Dick Grayson was an acrobat first, her thought process had went, as she is rather fond of all things Grayson, and has been ever since she drew parallels between her life and the fictional orphan-turned-sidekick-turned-hero. The thoughts almost make her wish that someone would run by with a stolen purse so that she could foil the crime and begin her ascent, or descent, into the vigilante life. Unfortunately, no one dashes by with a purse, there are no shrill cries for help, and the shadiest thing around here is the flickering sign of the bowling alley that she is just leaving- she has to pay for comic books, cheezits, and a poor excuse for a studio apartment somehow, after all. Well, at least the rent is cheap, partially thanks to the apartment being in the city's projects. That would also explain the bowler-style polo shirt she wears over her black jeans, and the name tag stuck to said shirt.
Anyway: William's text. When she sees it, Tally grins, ready for showtime, as she always is. Of course, she needs to stop by her apartment and pick up her battle armor, which is really just a full-body leotard that would protect her from absolutely no blades. As far as makeup goes, she doesn't really know how to apply it, and doesn't keep any on her, ever- usually Nono, the trusty costume designer, handles that detail. Tally just focuses on the fun part- the heights, thrill, and action. She's been in the circus for a long time now, a born and bred performer, but she will never become numb to the bliss of being up there- on the tightrope or swinging in a trapeze act. It's her passion, after all.
There in a flash, she thinks a few moments later, exiting her apartment which, thankfully, had been on the way. This saying is her favorite, in a flash in general, because it makes her think of the Flash. The leotard, by the way, is in a bag slung over her shoulder.After waving at the little girl, Suzie Jones, who lives with her mother and three siblings next door, Tally makes her way out once more, heading to William's apartment. She doesn't have her Ipod with her, but seems to walk to the beat of a song she can't remember the words to anyway, looking very much like a very relaxed high school or college aged girl. Of course, the occasional air guitar does cause people to glance her way, but most lose interest and return back to their own matters.
When Tally reaches the apartment building, she finds Nono and Rae, the sisters, already there and, for whatever reason, just waiting outside. "Hey! Why are you guys waiting outside? If he's not here yet, just go up to his apartment," she suggests casually. She'd likely burst into the apartment without announcing, even, not having the best of social tact, perhaps due to lack of caring. To follow up her words, she walks towards the door to the apartment building and opens it, only to find that he is walking towards the door.
She opens the door and steps aside, making a dramatic motion for him to walk through. "My lord," she says in a silly voice, dropping an octave and trying to sound as serious as possible, though a smile twitches at her mouth.