Mark Scott || Gar Logan/Beast Boy (haveabrain) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-04-15 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | mark scott, mason sullivan, shae holloway, willette sullivan |
WHO: Mark Scott, Mason + Willette Sullivan, and later Shae Holloway
WHEN: Early afternoon, Friday, April 15th
WHERE: Grocery store near Titan Tower.
WHAT: The Sullivans decide they have a solution to the Senator Scott problem. Violence ensues.
Grocery shopping, for most people, was an act of adulting that was a pain in the ass. Mark had heard several of his friends--or, well, realistically speaking, his former friends who weren't reincarnates and hadn't talked to him since the whole fiasco with his dad--complain about having to go grocery shopping. It was a necessary chore that was tedious and time consuming, and everybody seemed to do it all at the same time so it was always crowded. The Costco he was currently at was no exception, bombarded as it was by Friday shoppers preparing for the weekend.
Mark had always enjoyed grocery shopping because it was a little slice of normal in a life that really had been anything but. There wasn't much normal when you were the son of a senator, especially not one who was surrounded by controversy. He was mostly surrounded by housewives shushing small children, or talking on their phones, but Mark didn't mind. It kept them occupied so that they weren't being extra observant of their surroundings. His face was pretty recognizable, and he wasn't looking to be anybody's Facebook status update. His dad had laid pretty low in regards to him and Ariana lately, but he wasn't taking chances and letting his guard down. Not since the virus.
"I really think you should reconsider letting me make something tofu based instead of making me buy you this steak," Mark spoke into the phone in his hand, his nose wrinkling up at the slabs of meat on ice in front of him. He'd always been a vegetarian, but being vegan had come with Beast Boy. It was hard to eat anything having to do with animals in captivity when you could literally be that animal. Now he was staring down at meat and imagining himself on ice. It wasn't a pleasant experience. "Seriously. You won't know the difference. It tastes really good."
There was a gust of wind behind him that Mark didn't pay much attention to--until he realized that the people around him had fallen into a tense quiet. Slowly he turned around to find Mason Sullivan leaning against a rack of bread, a shit-eating grin on his face. He stood out in the store thanks to his Quicksilver costume, and Mark assumed his super speed that had likely caused the wind. Sullivan wiggled his fingers at Mark and held up a cell phone opened to Twitter.
"If you don't want to be found, you probably shouldn't go where there's cell service," He remarked. "People spotted you."