Kylie Michelle Kensington || Bobby Drake (justchillinhere) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-09-13 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | kylie kensington, thomas taylor |
WHO: Thomas Taylor and Kylie Kensington
WHAT: First they team up for some impromptu crime fighting. Then there's an actual proposal.
WHEN: Tuesday night, September 13.
WHERE: The streets of NYC.
WARNINGS: Probably really sugary fluff. Because we need that before all the death okay.
Despite having moved out from her family home a few years prior, Kylie still spent a good deal of time there spending time with her family. More often than not it was dinner with her father, in which random siblings would join them. There was a bit of collective Kensington solidarity there; the majority of them didn't like the idea of their dad being alone too much since their mother's death. At least, that was the excuse Kylie made to herself. The reality was that she wanted to spend a lot of time with him ever since her mother's death because there was a tiny spark of fear that it would happen to him as well.
Afterwards, she liked to walk around the city. It helped her clear her mind, and if she was lucky, there'd be some criminals messing around for her to take care of. While most people spent their time trying to avoid being mugged, Kylie embraced it. It was the perk of being a superhero; most situations that scared others thrilled her. In a normal life without her powers she would probably be one of those people who loved jumping out of planes for a thrill. She still jumped out of planes--or, at least, a particular plane--but it didn't involve a parachute.
She crossed the street, officially moving across the invisible line between the ritzy upper east side and its more seedy underbelly. It was on these streets that crime ran rampant. Robberies happened often enough at the corner stores that the owners had taken to keeping guns with them behind the counter. People clutched their purses tighter to them when they crossed the street. Shady-looking men made deals in back alleys over drugs and cash. Once Kylie even stopped a couple of guys from illegally selling weapons--because more armed criminals was the last thing they needed.
She meandered through the alley, dark and stereotypical with its strewn garbage. She knew that to on-lookers she probably looked like a young woman, lost, alone, and weak. And she was counting on it, even smirking when she started to hear the tell-tale scuffle of sneaker-clad feet. "I can't even tell you how badly you guys just messed up..."