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An Abandoned Warehouse, Thursday After Dark

Sparkle's 'haven't gotten into shit lately' alarm had been going nuts on him, over the past little while. Here he was, being a good little student in a good little school, somewhere just South of Crazyville. And that was... well...

It was just wrong. And this needed to be fixed. And there was only one easy way to remedy this issue, yes.

Under the cover of night, a boy with a backpack made his way through an alleyway, looking for an easy way to break into one of the abandoned warehouses. In his backpack? A hammer. Some spray paint. A sandwich for later, in case he got hungry. A cat, who was peeking out the top curiously as he set to work, prying some of the boards free from a window.

When the going was good, the good did graffiti.

[OOC: As open as any abandoned warehouse in the dead of night can possibly be!]

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In the warehouse? A dark-haired girl, poking around the detritus of the warehouse. It was her night to be in view and she'd decided to wander around one of the quieter places on the island. Surely she wouldn't run into anyone (or any squirrely-types) around here! Who hung out in creepy abandoned warehouses by night anyway?

Well, besides girls with secrets to keep. And a desire to make some noise once in awhile.

Squirrels, please to be using 'Zee' as her name. Thank you!

Sparkle was maybe... three... four steps into the building before he realized that some of the dust that had been in here had been stirred up a bit. He frowned, flashlight wandering over footprints on the floor.

"Great," he grumbled. "All the abandoned warehouses around here, and I had to go and pick the one that already had squatters."

Zeela wasn't paying anywhere near as much attention to her surroundings as Sparkle. She'd set up a delicious little feast all for herself (stupid Sholeh getting to eat all the tasty foods on the island and forgetting to bring them back to share with her sisters) and had steadily worked her way through about half of it by the time Sparkle had even shown up.

So while Sparkle was checking out footprints with his flashlight, Zeela had been struggling to open up a bag of candy. And as he was grumbling about squatters, her bag was bursting open and spraying candy everywhere.

"Oh--Mother's tits!" she snapped, holding up her candle to try to see where they'd all rolled to. "Get back here!"

And that would be about the point that Sparkle's flashlight turned to point directly at her, yes.

"I'd ask if you were talking to me," he said, a little dryly, "but my feet are being assaulted by either Skittles or cockroaches, so I have this feeling like maybe you were talking to them."

Break his heart, Zeela.

Zeela whirled around, her candle not doing a damn thing to illuminate the darkness behind the doorway.

"Of course I wasn't," she snapped, caught between alarm and anger. "You didn't hear me say 'idiotass' when I spoke, did you?"

Maybe he'd think she was some really, really unpleasant person and go away!

One out of two wasn't bad, right? Because Sparkle wasn't going anywhere, here.

"I'd have to wonder, if you did," he decided. "Considering that means you're having a conversation with a bunch of inanimate objects like they're actually going to listen."

"Yeah, well, they still provide better conversation," Zeela snarked, finally sticking her head through the doorway to see who she was talking to. She raised her hand to her face, trying to block out the light that Sparkle was holding. "You mind maybe not shining that right in my face?"

"Not at all," Sparkle replied, smirking faintly as he shifted the aim of the light, so that it was shining down on whatever the hell candy it was that she'd dropped all over the floor. "You still going to eat all that?"

Because if she wasn't, he would consider it.

"Oh!" Zeela said, sounding surprised. "It's you!"

She felt a lot better now; she had a feeling that Sparkle wouldn't run to tell anyone about the strange girl he'd found in an abandoned warehouse.

"Nah, you can have them," she said. "Who knows what else has been on this floor, though. You sure you want them?"

"They're probably sitting in rat shit or something," Sparkle mused, bending over and picking a few of the candies up, and wiping them off on the bottom of his shirt. "But I've eaten worse."

And there were some things that Sparkle just had very low standards about.

He tilted his head at her as he popped a candy into his mouth. It wasn't a gummy or anything, so he wasn't that worried about it picking up anything weird from the floor. And now he had a point to prove, so fuck it.

"Have we met?"

Zeela just gave him a smile. "Maybe. Of course, with a name like Sparkle, maybe word just gets around fast."

Zeela, this isn't going to endear you to him. Be nice to your little sister's friend.

For all that Sparkle could hold his own, he still had those moments where it was very, very easy to rub him the wrong way.

"And here I thought it was the hair," he intoned, flinging one of the candies at her. "I have really memorable hair you know."

"Or the makeup that looks like you slept in it," Zeela returned. Because, honestly, Sparkle. There's smokey and then there's smudgey. And you were smudgey.

*Be nice!* Zhahar chided. *He's Sholeh's friend.*

Zeela heaved a purely internal sigh and a roll of the eyes, but added, "Actually, though, I remembered you because you're not an asshole."

"... That's a new one."

Oh, god. Were people around here actually starting to think that he was nice, too? Was he not fucking with the locals enough? Who the hell was this girl, anyhow?

"What makes you think I'm not here exactly because I'm about to do something that would make me an asshole?"

It was your own damn fault, Sparkle. You were the one who befriended Sholeh, weren't you?

"Like what?" Zeela asked, not at all convinced. "Come to scare all the spiders and mice away?"

"Nah," Sparkle replied, nodding over his shoulder to the little shadow of a kitten that was peeking out from his bag. "That's his job. I was just going to break shit."

"Yeah, that's terrible," she said, a slow, approving grin spreading over her face. "Breaking shit in an abandoned warehouse. Worst ever."

Funny how she sounded less snarky and more interested. Weird, no?

"Hey, I said it made me an asshole, I didn't say it'd make me public enemy number one," Sparkle pointed out, tossing his flashlight into the air and catching it again easily. "If I wanted to be that I'd start breaking into the homes around here."

... He missed breaking into homes.

"In this place, you start breaking into homes, people might start breaking your face," Zeela pointed out. "They have a whole club here for people with superpowers. Limiting yourself to busting into warehouses just means you're not a moron."

...Depending on the warehouse, of course.

Yeah, but it wasn't like Sparkle knew any better.

"Yeah, well, it isn't like I'd break into the home of one of the ones with powers," Sparkle reasoned, setting his bag down and going on a rummage after removing Velcro and placing him on the front of his shirt. "That's where you case the joint for a bit first. Know what you're about to get yourself into."

Duh, Zeela.

"Sorry," Zeela said with a laugh. "I'm not schooled in the proper way to break into people's houses."

That intrigued look wasn't going away anytime soon.

"But you are, I take it."

"I said nothing," Sparkle replied, reaching up to scratch Velcro behind the ears. "I'm not getting myself in shit while I'm here, either they'll lock me up or deport me and if it's the first I am not staying behind bars, I am not doing that again they can't fucking make me."

... So, yes!

"...Okaaay," Zeela said, giving him a confused look. "So you're just really well informed about how to hypothetically break into people's houses. Good to know."

"Right. Hypothetically." A beat while Sparkle sized her up, eyebrow raised, and then shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, if I ever needed to I could. Did plenty of it when the island got all weird, with that psycho bitch in charge of the place, I guess."

Zeela made a face at the memory of that creepy bitch. "I mostly stayed quiet," she said, meaning that far more literally than Sparkle could know. "Except when I'd go out and spray paint the streets with Kenzi."

And Sparkle couldn't help but crack a grin at that.

"So you were on the right side, at least," he decided, figuring that this girl wasn't too bad, maybe, after all. "If you got your hands on any booze in the hidey-holes, that's probably stuff I brought in. Raiding abandoned homes for supplies, you know?"

"Didn't get much of a chance to drink," Zeela said with a sigh. "I was on a pretty short leash back there." She raised an eyebrow. "Can you get more here?"

"Yeah, here? Easy. There's a bar that doesn't card, if you don't want to go risking your ass with break-ins. Or a trip to Baltimore, if you do. Trick is not getting caught."

See, getting busted on the island would be shitty. But being busted in Baltimore was somehow totally different.

"Card?"

Because Zeela came from a Landscape that did not do such silly things! You were old enough to drink when you were old enough to ask for it, really.

"Do you often head to Baltimore? I've never been."

"Card. You know, check for ID to see if you're old enough to be drinking. It's stupid." In case she wasn't aware. "And, you know... I haven't? I need to change that sometime. Why, you wanna go?"

"Hell yeah," Zeela said with a grin. "You'll have to talk me through it, but I'm game if you are."

What? This could be a totally useful and legitimate skill to have one day!

Sparkle took a moment to ease back, kind of sizing the butterfingers up as he kicked an errant Skittle across the floor back toward her.

"You'll stay out of my way?"

"So long as I don't think you're trying to ditch me," Zeela retorted. "And you're actually trying to teach me and not just using me for a lookout or bait or some shit."

"Yeah, right, because I frequently take weird chicks into Baltimore to ditch them there alone maybe in the hopes that they'll never find their way back or something. I've got a reputation for it."

Sparkle, rolling his eyes? Yep.

"I just mean, you'll shut the hell up when I tell you to. I don't need no damn lookout, thanks."

"I can listen to instructions," Zeela said, deliberately not saying 'obey orders.' "So long as they're not stupid ones."

Beat. "Hey! Who're you calling weird?!"

"What, you don't think eating candy in a dirty old warehouse in the middle of the night is weird?" Sparkle gave her a pretty pointed look at that. "So, did you steal it, or what?"

"Said the guy who's doing the same damn thing," Zeela retorted. "Sorta. I swiped it from another student."

Sorta. Sholeh probably wouldn't miss it.

"We call that stealing," Sparkle chirped helpfully. "Good start. So, you up for a trip to Baltimore tonight, or what?"

Zeela checked on Sholeh, sleeping within her. "Not tonight," she said regretfully. There definitely wasn't enough time to get to Baltimore and back before Sholeh woke up.

"Another night?"

"Yeah, sure, another night," Sparkle sighed, shaking his head. "Name's Sparkle, I'm not difficult to find if you ever are feeling up to it. The hell do I call you, anyhow?"

"Zee," Zeela responded with a nod. "You think I'm not going to find you, don't you? Think I'm gonna wimp out."

"And I'll go on thinking that until you go and prove me wrong," Sparkle merrily informed her. "So, see you around unless I don't, Zee?"

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