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[arclightblast]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Carmen, Candice Wilmer, Zach Teller
Summary: Our two favorite femme fatales are wandering the streets when the opportunity for payback falls in thir lap.
Status: In Progress...
Open if you ask

Teeth tugging off her gloves, Carmen ran her fingers through thick, dark hair, spiking her impromptu mohawk up a little higher.

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[arclightblast]

Carmen let out a sharp bark of laughter as she caught the little scene out of the corner of her eye. Breaking off a piece of her pretzel, she nodded her head at the teenage casualty.

"Look, the little pigeon hit the glass."

[misschimera]

So she wasn't hallucinating if Carmen saw him too.

"Poor little pigeon," she smiled, tilting her head as the boy scrambled off the ground and collapsed again. Zach. Lance's Zach. In New York.

She flexed her fingers. "Let's go see if we can give him a hand, shall we?"

[ambiguouslyzach]

No such luck. Shit.

Zach scrambled to his feet, mounting the bike and using the propulsion to send him down the city street--thankfully it was a green, walk sign otherwise.. splat.

Heart hammering in his chest,he slowed for a single, fatalistic moment.

Maybe... maybe he didn't want to run away.

But no, that was stupid--he pedaled twice as hard, heart in his throat.

[misschimera]

Watching as the boy struggled to his feet and got back on the bike, Candice hissed. So she wasn't the only one who remembered.

"Get him off that bike," she told Carmen, her eyes never leaving the boy's receeding form. "Use your 'talent', throw a stick if you have to, but get him off. I know that kid from Texas. He was in on the bomb."

Or he might as well have been. He's involved now.

She left unspoken the taunt that came with that statement. Yes, it would make Thompson happy, but it would make her even happier.

[arclightblast]

"Hold my pretzel," Carmen told her, shoving the greazy snack into her hand.

Uncaring of the eyes around her, she spread her arms, eyes narrowing in on the boy's retreating back. Curling her lip in a sneer, she brought her hands together, sending a shockwave straight towards his back tire, smashing it to pieces and sending him tumbling to the ground once more.