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[stillaboyscout]

It's been a fairly quiet Black Friday in Chicago, at least for a select few.

Chance Adams hasn't been out in quite some time, and she's enjoying the brisk Chicago air. She's at Grant Park at the moment, smiling to herself as she watches the kids play. She misses her family a little, sure, and she sure as hell didn't eat any turkey yesterday, but

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[lovemeipromise]

Michael is limping through Grant Park. He's trying to hide the fact that he's limping, but it's not quite working so well. The last wanderer he killed put up a bit of a fight- shapeshifters are annoying, but he's dead now.

He's carrying a violin case (it's what he keeps the bits of his sword in when he's not using it), so it kind of looks like he got into a horrible accident at violin practice, but whatever.

One of the kids playing rams into him and he staggers back, hissing in pain.

"Watch it," he growls.

Hi, Chance. Have a pretentious vengeance angel.

[teenytinyteme]

Chance frowns at the kid yelling at other kids. She is not a fan of bullies, even bullies that are clearly injured. "Hey mister, pick on someone your own size," she snaps at him.

She figures that she's safe, because, uh. Even with her GIANTASS WINGS (that are conviently hidden under a jacket) she's way smaller than him. So of course he wouldn't pick on her. Nope.

[lovemeipromise]

Michael stares at the girl, quirking an eyebrow. He steps away from the children to avoid being smacked into again and says, "If you call that bullying, I have to wonder what you would have said if I'd backhanded the little brat. Thankfully, I'm a bit too polite for unnecessary violence."

He saves that for wanderers. And the occasional demon.

....It's a good thing that he never keeps his wings out unless he's about to kill. It's unbecoming for anyone to catch a glimpse of his true nature but the ones whom he strikes down.

[teenytinyteme]

Chance just scowls at him. "I wouldn'ta SAID anything," she snaps. "I would have just bopped over there and punched you in the balls. You don't hit little kids unless you're a stupid asshole."

Michael may be too polite for unnecessary violence, but Chance is not. She's not polite at all if she can help it, and she's definitely not polite to jerks like him.

[lovemeipromise]

Michael grits his teeth in a smile that looks more like he's baring his teeth. "My and aren't you a little spitfire. I'm certain your parents are very proud."

Brats. No respect for higher beings. She's just like the other idiots at that damnable school.

[teenytinyteme]

"Yeah, well, better a spitfire than a stupid asshole who pushes little kids around!" she snaps back. That one hurt--no one talks about her mom and pride in the same sentence, at least not to her face. She's holding in the urge to just punch him in the nose--she won't let him rile her up that far, no sir. Not if she can help it.

Instead she curls her hands into fists. "Besides, who invited you anyway, jerkwad! Other kids are playing here, and it was all your fault anyway, walking through their space!"

[lovemeipromise]

"There's plenty of park," he rolls his eyes. Honestly, silly little girls shouldn't be so quick to anger, and he's growing tired of conversing with them.

He resumes walking (limping) again, deciding to put an end to this conversation here and now. He has to tend to this injury, after all, and the longer he stands around on it, the more it's going to hurt.

[teenytinyteme]

"Yeah, so go walk in it, gimpy!" she snarls to his back, before slumping back onto her bench.

Man! Some people!