Williams' residence, Keystone.
Lashawn's been so tired lately, that she's hardly had time to yell at Jakeem at all. Hasn't even had energy to cook, so they've been eating takeout the last couple of nights. This suited Jakeem fine, at least until she failed to get out of bed at all this morning. When Jakeem pointed out that she was going to be late to work, she only grunted at him.
Feeling very superior, Jakeem made breakfast and coffee for her, and left them on the kitchen table. It wasn't often he ended up taking care of his Aunt, and he told Thunderbolt to stay at home and keep an eye on her.
School was so empty, with maybe a third of the students and teachers missing. They had combined classes with some of the other students because of the lack of teachers, and they ended up playing hangman for most of Spanish class and talking about Mr Phillip's pet snake for most of biology. Gym was a laugh, with most everyone too tired to play properly, and two kids felt dizzy and had to be carried to the nurse's room. In fourth period the principal called an Assembly, and told them that a plague situation was in effect, and that they should go home.
Keystone's never, ever, been this quiet, and the people that are on the streets don't stop and talk to anyone, as if you can get sick just by looking at someone. Not that Jakeem really cares, he's intent on getting home. School won't let him take his JSA communicator into class, and if anyone'll know what's going on, it's them.
"I'm home!" he yells, kicking off his shoes. "And before you get on my case, no I'm not cutting class! State of emergency, principal sent us all --" Jakeem pauses. The breakfast is still on the table in the kitchen, completely untouched.
She doesn't stir, even when he shakes her.
"Aw man! Aunt Lashawn, you gotta wake up," he tells her, the Thunderbolt hovering by the bed just as worried as Jakeem is. "Fucking hell, don't scare me like this."
She doesn't even twitch.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Jakeem says. "She's dying." She's gotta be. Nothing else would be enough for her not to lecture him on the evils of profanity.
"Contact the JSA," Thunderbolt urges him. "They can help."
Trying very hard not to sniffle, Jakeem finds his communicator in the laundry pile, and activates it.
"Mid-Nite?" he says. "Terrific? Anyone? This is Jakeem. I, um. My Aunt needs help."
Feeling very superior, Jakeem made breakfast and coffee for her, and left them on the kitchen table. It wasn't often he ended up taking care of his Aunt, and he told Thunderbolt to stay at home and keep an eye on her.
School was so empty, with maybe a third of the students and teachers missing. They had combined classes with some of the other students because of the lack of teachers, and they ended up playing hangman for most of Spanish class and talking about Mr Phillip's pet snake for most of biology. Gym was a laugh, with most everyone too tired to play properly, and two kids felt dizzy and had to be carried to the nurse's room. In fourth period the principal called an Assembly, and told them that a plague situation was in effect, and that they should go home.
Keystone's never, ever, been this quiet, and the people that are on the streets don't stop and talk to anyone, as if you can get sick just by looking at someone. Not that Jakeem really cares, he's intent on getting home. School won't let him take his JSA communicator into class, and if anyone'll know what's going on, it's them.
"I'm home!" he yells, kicking off his shoes. "And before you get on my case, no I'm not cutting class! State of emergency, principal sent us all --" Jakeem pauses. The breakfast is still on the table in the kitchen, completely untouched.
She doesn't stir, even when he shakes her.
"Aw man! Aunt Lashawn, you gotta wake up," he tells her, the Thunderbolt hovering by the bed just as worried as Jakeem is. "Fucking hell, don't scare me like this."
She doesn't even twitch.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Jakeem says. "She's dying." She's gotta be. Nothing else would be enough for her not to lecture him on the evils of profanity.
"Contact the JSA," Thunderbolt urges him. "They can help."
Trying very hard not to sniffle, Jakeem finds his communicator in the laundry pile, and activates it.
"Mid-Nite?" he says. "Terrific? Anyone? This is Jakeem. I, um. My Aunt needs help."