Ender Şahin ₪ Delsin Rowe (smoketasticman) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-09-15 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ender şahin, kylie kensington |
Who: Ender Şahin & Kylie Kensington
What: Share, kids, there’s enough criminals for everyone.
Where: NYC
When: Tuesday, September 15, evening
Warnings: Violence
Status: INCOMPLETE, will update once it’s done.
It wasn’t like Ender had gone out looking for trouble. He never went looking for it (okay, almost never), it always seemed to be right where he could conveniently stumble onto it on the way to catch the bus. His grandma had always talked about how dangerous New York City was, but Ender had never run into that much danger before he had all these powers to deal with it, and that was like… karma, wasn’t it? If he ran into it, and he could do something, not doing it would be almost as bad as if he was the one doing the wrong in the first place. That was what he told himself, anyway, when he overheard a conversation between some guys in a dark alley he was passing, an argument about how the guy trying to break into the building was fucking it up. Hey, Ender had done a little trespassing himself. Actually, he’d done it earlier that week, but the building he’d gotten into had been abandoned. This one? Ender didn’t know what it was, but it looked like the kind of place where you could cause a lot more trouble than doing some tagging.
Sighing, resigned to missing the bus again, Ender slid his backpack off and placed it on the ground. He crouched to unzip it and dig through the paint cans to the chain he’d grabbed from work earlier that day - hey, they were barely paying him enough to eat, they could donate one measly chain that nobody was actually using to do some crime fighting in the city. He almost managed to be quiet about it, too, until the end of the chain swung free from where he was wrapping it around his wrist in a makeshift bracelet and hit against a can of spray paint with a clang. “The fuck is that,” he heard one of the guys mutter to another. Well, so much for the element of surprise.
Ender straightened, calling up the smoke power he’d stocked up on earlier that day. His hands glowed with the red-orange of sparks flying from the smoke that wound around his bare arms, just enough light that they could see his face when he sidestepped to stand at the mouth of the alley, looking them over. Yeah, there were more of them than he’d thought there would be, but hopefully they didn’t have any kind of superpowers. As long as they weren’t reincarnates, and they didn’t have any kind of superpowers, he’d be fine. “Yeah, I can’t let you do that. It’s just not going to work with me. So, what do you say we shake hands, you agree to sin no more, and I actually get to the bus stop on time for once?” He didn’t think it would work, but a guy could hope.