None of them are holding tickets to that thing you love...

[leosarecynical]

Look at this post.

Now look at your characters.

Now back to this post.

Sadly, this post does not have your characters in it, BUT IT COULD.

Gray Raines is currently on a streetcorner, snogging a random woman he doesn't know. IT COULD BE YOUR CHARACTER. The reason for this snogging is because he may or may not have gotten into some trouble at a pool

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[jiiiii]

Matoi is on the horse.

Too.

[ornobodywill]

Mac looks at Matoi.

She looks at the horse.

Now back at Matoi.

Mac officially doesn't understand her life.

[jiiiii]

Sadly, Matoi isn't Mac's friendly-friend. But if J stopped being dumb and would switch to being smart, they could at least seem like friendly-friends. Now back at Mac. Back at Matoi. It's Matoi's eyes glowing red.

Anything is possible when J isn't dumb or a dolphin.

They're on a horse.

[loveidol]

Unfortunately for Aaron, the Japanese girl he's tied to doesn't speak much English. And she's currently cursing the fact that she tucked her henshin wand in her bag instead of her pocket, because her bag is lying on the other side of the room.

Minako's also confused as to what in the world happened to get her in this situation, because everyone speaks in English and it makes it hard for her to follow exactly what's being said.

[nogettingback]

Aaron kinda wishes he listened to Louis about that whole 'every archangel should speak Japanese' spiel. Jesus H. Christ. He also kinda wishes he didn't try to mess with the mob, but it's been a pretty slow monster week and everyone hates the mob.

"Do you speak English at all? Even a little? Domo Anglaise?"

...Languages were never Aaron's strong suit.

[loveidol]

"Speak English!" Minako says brightly. ...It's quite clear that she doesn't speak it so much as she mangles what little she knows. "Have stick, bag in! Pow! Safe day!"

She's very enthusiastic in her crappy English, at least?

[nogettingback]

YES. YES, SHE IS.

"...Stick? Please tell me that's Bad English for gun?" And bag is Bad English for 'anything but that thing all the way over there in that corner of the room that cannot be reached in their current situation.'

[archangelet]

"God dammit!" Tay scowls and tries to pry the elevator hatch open - apparently it's pretty well stuck, which is why Tay's the one trying to open it rather than Piper. Tay is not fond of enclosed spaces, though you couldn't call her claustrophobic, and this is not helping her mood.

"Why the hell did it have to be today?"

Apparently Tay is now late for what may or may not be a date with her sorta-secret girlfriend.

[savesomelight]

Piper's knees shake a little bit as she wobbles at the effort of holding Tay up, frowning a little.

"Um. Because you're just unlucky?" She offers awkwardly, clearly not realizing in her anxiousness that... Tay was probably speaking rhetorically. Tay's claustrophobia is also making her nervous. Panic situations with oversensitive Glasya demons are never fun.

[archangelet]

"Yeah, that would probably do i-- AH!" Tay's mood lifts almost instantly, which is likely to be good for Piper's mood, because she has managed to get the hatch unstuck. She pushes, and the hatch slooooowly creaks open. "They really should... make sure they keep these oiled," Tay grunts, and she grabs the edges of the new exit and hauls herself up (and off of Piper's shoulders). She perches on the edge, her legs still dangling down into the elevator, and looks around.

Or, well, tries to, anyway.

"God, they can't even put emergency lighting in the fucking shaft?"

[savesomelight]

Piper sighs with relief as the weight is lifted off her shoulders and shrugs a few times to see if she still as feeling in them. That done, she stands up on her tiptoes to see if she can peek up into the shaft- she can't, but that doesn't stop her from trying.

"I think I have a matchbook in my pocket," Piper offers. She has no idea why she has a matchbook. Sometimes you just accumulate things when you spend a lot of time wandering around Chicago and you never know when you might need them.

[please_see_me]

Who's that you're kissing? A pretty blonde in jeans and a cute sweater. Look again - that blonde is jailbait.

Also, she's a children's angel. So unless the guys chasing Gray down are supernaturals of some sort, or angels, or demons, or wanderers... they're going to see him kissing thin air.

Dusty, for her part, is trying to figure out what's going on.

[leosarecynical]

Gray, for his part, has only just realized he has made a horrible mistake.

"WHOA." He jumps back about three feet, notes that OH HEY, THERE ARE STILL POOL SHARKS COMING FOR HIS BLOOD and then does what he should've done from the beginning... Which is, uh, banish them downtown somewhere.

Shut up. Stress makes it hard for a mage to think.

To the teenage girl, he was just macking on, he says, "I am so sorry, hon. That don't mean anything, I swear. I'm havin' kind of a weird day."

[please_see_me]

"Uh, it's okay!" Dusty attempts a reassuring smile (that mostly still just looks confused) and shrugs. "I mean, no harm done, right? Everybody has weird days, so you can't really hold it against someone else when they have a weird day. What were you trying to do, anyway?"

[leosarecynical]

"You looked a lot older halfway down the street," Gray adds before making an incoherent sound and cringing violently. God, he does not need to have to explain to someone's Mama about statutory assault charges. Casey'd beat the shit out of him. "There ain't nothin' I can say to make this less creeptastic, is there?"

[quiettotheend]

Tabitha doesn't even understand how she got mixed up in all of this. But what she really doesn't understand is why the person's she's tied to has to be so freaking cold. Like. SERIOUSLY. Because that is obviously what's the problem here. The fact that that man is like EDWARD CULLEN.

YES. HE IS LIKE EDWARD CULLEN. THIS IS SO NOT ON.

"Do you sparkle too?" she whines, shifting uncomfortably. It's a legitimate question, she feels. Refrigerator box. EXCEPT IT'S MORE LIKE SHE'S IN THE REFRIGERATOR.

She may be mildly overreacting.

[nogettingback]

Be a hero, Aaron. Get involved in mob affairs, Aaron. Can't be as bad as the shit the Barnams get into, Aaron. You're a fucking idiot, Aaron.

"Only when I'm at a club and I'm in just the right mood," Aaron mutters, shifting uncomfortably to see if maybe just MAYBE, the mob goons left him his pocketknife. He's still not really sure how the teenage girl got mixed up in this. Wrong place, wrong time. Welcome to Chicago, motherfucker.

Argh. These ropes chafe. And the girl's a demon, so while she feels like she's being tied to a fridge, he feels like he's rubbing up against a hot stove.

[quiettotheend]

For a moment, Tabitha tries to struggle. Then she realizes that she's feeling way too ill to struggle, and the last thing she needs is to be tied to Edward Cullen and laying in a pool of her own vomit. So she calms down, and starts taking in long, slow breaths.

"I'm Tabitha," she says, after catching her breath. If she's going to be stuck tied up for who knows how long, they might as well introduce themselves, right? Or something. She'd much rather not be tied up at all, but that doesn't seem like it's about to happen.

[nogettingback]

HAH! KNIFE found. He wriggles, trying to work it out of his pocket and tugging uncomfortably at the ropes (and pressing his back uncomfortably against Tabitha's) in the process. "Aaron Barnam. Nice to meet you. Wish the circumstances were better, though." Goddamn knife. He hisses and winds up digging his elbows into Tabitha's back. "...Sorry."