Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 12 - 3/4 | DATE: January 1st, 2016 | LOCATION: Home Upon hearing a voice, he woke up after what seemed like a few days. Ugh... What the hell? After lifting up his head, he heard his little sister calling out to him. That's right... She spent the night... He stood up, yawned loudly, and stretched his body. As he went to his door, he scratched his head with his eye lids half closed. "Hey, morni- Whoa!" The sight he was greeted by when he opened his door was less than pretty. With her messy hair and pale complexion, she much resembled some kind of banshee. Not something he was expecting at all. "Wow... umm... You-uh... Well... You look... Umm..." He was at a loss for words. Not to mention that he was still half-asleep. "You look uh... interesting. I should um... I should uh... Umm... Uhh... Oh, Happy New Years." The words left his mouth as he remembered what today was. He slipped passed her with some nervous laughter and went to the kitchen to fix up something to eat. She was sick, so he prepared her some soup. Chicken-flavored Ramen Noodle Soup to be exact. The food of choice for college students. It wasn't much, but it was something she could eat and hopefully help her get better. The steam, at least, would help clear her sinuses, and the heat would sooth her sore throat. While that was cooking, he prepared himself some eggs and toast. Nothing much, but it would fill him up, at least. After about five or so minutes passed, the food was ready. Nothing fancy. Simple, mostly home made food. He set the bowl of soup on a table with a spoon and a fork nearby. "Okay, here... you... go." After setting the table for Zoey, he set his own plate and began to eat.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 13 - 4/5 | DATE: October 4th, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: Hotel in Albany, NY Sam woke up after what seemed like three days worth of sleeping. He checked the alarm clock on the night stand next to his bed and in red blinking numbers, it said it was around 6:00 A.M. A groan escaped him as he crawled out of bed and stretched his arms and back. His neck cracked as he tilted it from side to side. He grabbed a key from the table across from his bed and went outside of the room. Since it was a non-smoking room he was cooped up in, he had no choice but to smoke outside. As he went outside, he saw Red talking to Hay Sun and the other that annoyed him just before Red came up to talk to him. He clenched his bandaged hand tightly as he continued to go out and have his little smoke. The moment the cigarette was lit, he drew in a quick breath and let out an unhealthy amount of smoke from his mouth. He leaned against the hotel wall and slumped down a little bit. Damn woman... He was still frustrated over what happened yesterday. The thing that got him the most was that she put away her sword. To even show it to him and then not even use it, it made him angry. Just thinking about it makes his blood boil a little. He wanted to take his frustration out on something, but he had no idea what. For that matter, he didn't know if anyone would want to train with him after that whole thing yesterday. Bunch of pussies wouldn't want to mess with him. And that made him just a bit more angry. Nobody would have the balls to fight him. He took the cigarette from his mouth and rubbed his forehead a little, letting out a small frustrated grunt. The urge to destroy something welled up inside him.
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Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Home After vigorously cleaning up the guest room, he went back downstairs to find Zoey falling asleep on his couch. He sighed as he went over to her. Crouching down, he put her arms on his shoulder and lifted her up onto his back. Freddie brought her upstairs to her room and lay her down on the bed. He tucked her into the bed and left the room, closing the door behind him. He went up to his own room and changed into his pajamas. After doing his nightly routine, he turned off all of the lights in his house and turned on his TV. With everything that happened, he was tired. The TV was set to go to sleep after an hour had passed. More than enough time for him to fall asleep. Even though he wanted to sleep, the late night movie that was showing interested him. He watched the movie every so often when his eyes were open. When the sleep timer warning flashed up on screen, he extended the time by another hour. It wasn't his fault, the movie was actually pretty funny. However, as he watched it, he finally just knocked out and fell asleep.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December, 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Graveyard ==> Home As he drove off, he was shocked to hear her request. Well, he wasn't all too surprised that she was having problems with that bastard, but still. Freddie supposed he could let her stay with him for the night. He'd have to fix up the guest room though. Nobody's been in it for, well, years. There was a TV in there and stuff, but it must be covered in a layer of dust or something. But if she wanted to, he'd let her stay there. "Uh, yeah. Sure, you can stay at my place for tonight. That'll be fine." As he said that, he hurried home with her. Another twenty minutes passed and they were back at his place. He turned off the engine and as soon as Zoey got out of the car, he locked his door. Freddie rushed to get the door open and let her in. "Well, I've got some tea if you need some. Just, uh, make some while I go clean the room you'll be sleeping in, 'k?" After she was in, he went into the dirty, old guest room with a cleaning rag and began to dust off everything and wipe off every surface he could. He didn't want her sickness to get worse all because of some dusty room. That wouldn't do at all.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Home ==> Graveyard "The bus? Oh no no no no, not in your condition. Just, sit tight. I'll be right there." He promptly hung up and rushed out of his house. After making sure his door was locked and putting his phone in his pocket, he got into his car. He jammed the key into the starter and started the engine. To think she went out by herself in this weather when she's sick. That's crazy. Crazy and stupid. He pulled out of his driveway and raced over to the Graveyard. After about twenty or so minutes of erratic driving, he made it to the graveyard where they buried the others. He got out of his car and kept his engine running so that the inside would stay warm. The door slammed shut as he looked around and found her sitting on a bench nearby. He walked over to her and greeted her, "You know, you really shouldn't go out in the cold when you're sick like this. C'mon, I'll take you home." He motioned for her to get in the car. "It's a lot warmer in there than it is out here."
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Home "H-hello?" The raspy voice came from over the phone. She didn't sound to good. Was she sick or something? That's definitely not good. He could hear her cough and clear her throat over the phone, though it sounded like she pulled it away from her in an attempt to cover it up. She was definitely sick. "Sorry... Hi Freddie..." "Yeah, hey. Are you alright? You sound like you're sick or something." It has been cold recently, so maybe the weather got to her. That's not good. "Are you taking medicine?" Freddie sat up straight on his couch as he asked her that question. It was a bad thing if she was sick like that and was out and about. Going around would probably make her even more sick. "Where are you right now? I hope you're indoors." He was prepared to leave and pick her up if he needed to. After getting home, he didn't bother changing out of his clothes for the funeral, so he's all ready to leave if need be.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 4/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Home Being there at the funeral was depressing to say the least. Sitting there, in the funeral home, with most of the others that witnessed it first hand, it was difficult. The memory of that night was burned into his brain. No matter how much he would try, the memory would never go away. And when everything was said and done, he didn't know what to say to... well, anyone. No words of comfort, or any words at all, just silence. He really couldn't find the words, or the courage, to speak to anyone at the funeral. All he really did was attend the funeral just to pay his respects to the departed and left. At home, he just plopped down onto the couch and lazily flipped through the channels on his TV. An image flashed on the screen for about five seconds before changing to a different one. This continued for a good long while. He just sat there, not really doing anything. His mind drifting around like some aimless wanderer. What would he do now? There really wasn't anything to do, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to do anything in particular. He stopped channel surfing and just grabbed his phone. Using his thumb, he scrolled through the contact list on his phone. He stopped on Zoey's number and thought about calling her. There wasn't any good reason that he could think of. Well, other than checking up on her and asking her if she went to the funeral or asking how she's been lately. Hmm... There seemed to be plenty of reasons to call her, now that he thought about it. Well, it would be something to do, that was for sure. He pressed her name and called her to see how she was doing. It rang as he grabbed the TV remote and flipped through the channels again. As the phone continued to ring, he put his legs up on his couch and propped himself up on his arm. It might be good to talk to someone now that he thought about it. Hopefully it would get his mind off of things and maybe let him forget about that moment, at least for a little while.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse ==> Hotel in Albany, NY After he slammed his fist into the ground and split his knuckles, Little Red decided to appear. She rushed over to him and grabbed his hand, inspecting his knuckles and brushing her thumb over his cuts. It stung a little as she touched them. "You're never going to win an important fight if you get so hotheaded all of the time. You need to keep your cool and concentrate Samuel. This bursting rage where you go wild and act like an animal shall be your downfall. Remember that." Little Red had lectured him about his rage. It only served to make him angrier, but he knew deep down that she was right about that. "Fuck you..." He muttered under his breath as he looked away from her, his blood still boiling with rage. As he looked away, he saw some girl standing by the door. How long has she been standing there? Ah, who the hell cares how long. "We should be getting back. I'll get us one more night at the hotel we stayed at last night--the one our vehicles are located at. Tomorrow we're leaving, or at least, I'm leaving. There's somewhere I need to go. If you don't want to come with, you don't have to." She sighed and looked back at Sam before letting go of his hand. "I can help you with this when we get back." He simply sneered at her as he went to pick up his jacket and left the building. Back at the hotel, he didn't object to Red bandaging up his hand. He managed to calm down somewhat during the walk over to the hotel, but he was still angry. Everything that Red did got to his head. Her taunting, her refusal to use the sword against him during the last part of the fight, actually showing it to him in the first place. All of it served to piss him off, and it really got to him. After Little Red got their rooms, he went up to his Room and lay there on his bed in a daze. He stared at the ceiling for a good, long time. That bitch... I can't wait to finally kill her. I will get stronger, I will overpower her, and I'll take her life with that knife Chicken Wings gave me. And when I take it, I'll savor every moment of it. After some time looking at the ceiling, he fell asleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse ==> Hotel in Albany, NY As she witnessed Sam's rage, she couldn't help but be petrified. Oh my god! Hana! She was extremely worried for her safety. If she got hit by him, how badly would she be hurt? Would it cripple her? She couldn't bear the thought of it. Joslyn had to look away, "Wow. That rage of his... Oh, it's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful, I love it." "Ooooooooooooooooh~ please! Stop acting like a high school girl with a crush, it doesn't suit an old hag like yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu~." "Come again, dipshit" "Ooooooooooooooooh~, did you not hear me with your ancient eaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrssssss~? Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet~ me say it again, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag~!" Their bickering continued as Joslyn took a peek to see what was happening. Hana was holding his hand, blood staining her thumb. Oh no, was she hurt? Oh no, oh no, oh no! She was worried out of her mind, but it looked like Hana was fine. Based on what she said, it seemed like the person who was hurt was the guy who slammed his fist into the ground, Samuel. He was a very frightening person. She definitely did not want to interact with him, in case for some reason he got angry at her and he lashed out at her. After that whole debacle, everyone went back to the hotel they stayed at before and Hana got rooms for them. Naturally, she stayed in the same room as her. She wanted to ask her about what happened and if she was okay. But when she finally got around to asking the question, Hana was already soundly asleep. Probably tired from the fighting. Since she was already asleep, she figured she'd also go to sleep. With Hana next to her, she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY "Hmph," she took a fighting stance. "Luria, return." The sword transformed into what looked like some kind of wand and quickly used it to pull her hair back. It mad him a little angry that she decided to fight hand-to-hand instead of with a weapon. As she rushed at him, the air around Sam shimmered and she disappeared again. He felt a solid thunk against his chest, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as he expected. Dammit, where is she? In his bewildered search to find her, he felt her hand drive into the back of his knee. It caused Sam to buckle over backwards. He quickly looked to see where it came from and saw dust rising up from where she rolled away "Ready to give up?" She was taunting him, making him even madder. "No way in hell, Red!" Anger laced his voice as he rolled off of the ground and into the general direction of where he saw the dust flying up. Her antics of disappearing and attacking him were starting to piss him off. It threw off his normal rational thinking. AAAAAH! Stupid bitch! Where is she? I'm gonna make her wish she never challenged me to this little fight! Blind with rage, he began to swing his fists wildly against the air where he thought she was. "RAAAAAAH! Where the hell are you!?" Sam punched into the ground hard, causing his knuckles to split open and begin to bleed. He seemed feral as he looked around. "Me, give up? You're fucking joking, right?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DAY: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY After the impact, Little Red had her breath knocked out of her. It felt quite satisfying to have her pinned behind his back on the floor. That meant that he could maintain superiority like this, using his greater weight and frame against her like this. However, he noticed that she had her arm stretched out to her backpack. What was she trying to reach for? "Luria," she muttered as she kept her hand outstretched, "come to me." "The fuck?" Just what was she trying to pull? She had her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tightly. "Urgh! You crafty little..." Before he could finish what he was saying, something came flying out of Little Red's backpack. It darted straight to her hand and in a matter of seconds, the thing that looked like some kind of wand became a full-sized sword. "Where the hell...?" She angled it towards him. "Are you going to get off of me you brute?" Sam stared at the elegantly designed sword, dumbfounded. After a minute or so of staring at it, he began to chuckle. "Alright, alright." He forced her legs apart and got up off of her and dusted off himself off. Sam forced out a sigh of relief, "Well, I didn't expect a goody-two shoes like you to pull a weapon on me. Seems a little unfair, but I think I can manage." As he rotated his shoulder, he tilted his head from side to side, a cracking sound ringing as he did so. He assumed his fighting stance once more, an amused grin clear on his face. "C'mon, if you wanna play like that, then let's play!"
Yo, dat first chapter. It was pretty good, liked the nod to how there are a lot of people who can't stand My Little Pony. Caught me off guard. I also liked the interactions between the established group of friends. Joseph don't give a fuck 'bout dem girlies what was squealing over him.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY As he performed his sweep kick, Red jumped up and tucked her feet in close to her body to avoid it. She landed in the same spot and shut her eyes. After about a second or so, she seemingly disappeared into nothing. What the fuck? Where'd she go? Damn! This is gonna be a problem if she can turn invisible like this! That means I have to get the drop on her when I kill her! He looked around with a flustered look on his face. As he searched around for her, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The moment he felt the tapping, he turned to punch what her thought was where she was standing only to hit the air around him. "Heh, you're toying with me..." From behind him, he saw Little Red's arm wrap around his throat. She was shorter than he was, but she had wrapped her arm around his neck. As he struggled her heard her say, "I haven't been this close to you since I was little." Little Red was definitely having fun, it seemed. "Oh yeah? Did you miss being this close to me, Red?" He grabbed the arm she had around his neck and held on to it tightly. With his other arm, he tried to keep her close to his back and propelled himself to fall over backwards. "How 'bout we take this to the floor?" He calmly quipped as he felt himself falling over.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY Little Red rolled her eyes at Sam's comment. He was eager to stretch out his limbs a little and get into a scuffle. It would help him relax and keep his mind off of things. Not to mention it would tell him how hard a struggle it would be should he have to confront her directly in his current condition. A good way to gauge how much training he needs before he could efficiently and effectively kill her. She had her hand on a large lock on chains. After a little bit of time passed, the lock clunked onto the ground and she pulled the rusted chains off of the door. It swung open immediately, barely hanging on. Going into the place, it was completely filthy, with all kinds of dust and dirt covering almost everything in the warehouse. The aluminum walls were flaking and showed signs of rusting. It felt like he was back in prison just standing in the warehouse. Good times, good times. On the floor, there was a faded black box that was painted onto the floor. It seemed like Little Red wanted to use this square as a fighting ring or something like that. Although it really made no difference to Sam where they fought, as long as it would happen. She motioned for him to get into the box. Little Red herself walked across the room and stood about fifteen feet from the others as she took off her little backpack. "Everyone else, stand outside that line in front of you. We're going to fight in this box. After I destroy Samuel, does anyone else want to try?" Sam started laughing. She was so confident in herself. Maybe she really was a threat and that's why they needed her dead. Although, if Sam really was the strongest out of them all, then all he would have to do is tap into his powers or whatever and finish the job. He swept some of the dust off of the floor and placed his jacket in that spot. "Feel free to attack me whenever you're ready." "Alright, Red." He assumed his fighting stance once again and stood about two feet away from her. After quickly sizing her up, he decided that he really didn't have much to go on. He had no idea if she was able to fight. I mean, if Hay Sun could put up a good fight, Little Red would be just as capable of it. After staring at her for a short while, he performed a sweep kick against one of her legs.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Hotel Parking Lot ==> Warehouse in Albany, NY Little Red crinkled her brows and narrowed her eyes at Sam. "Are you stupid?" The tone of her voice was curt. What? "We're not doing it right this second. We're in the hotel parking lot." She waved her are wildly, indicating the building behind them. He looked around and understood where she was coming from. She didn't want to attract too much attention from the other people around them. Although Sam was used to just fighting where ever he happened to be at the moment. Maybe he was a little too used to it. He picked up his jacket from the ground. "Come on." Little Red stormed passed and grabbed Sam by the elbow. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey!" She continued to drag him along as the others followed at her signal. After a bit of walking, they arrived in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. A more private place to fight. I guess I'm fine with this. He let out a grunt as he pulled his arm from her grip. She stood in front of it and pointed at it. "We'll train in here. It's secluded and we won't draw any attention to ourselves." As if that wasn't already clear. Little Red pulled out her phone and called someone, probably the person they visited, and gave them directions on how to get to the warehouse. After hanging up, she put her phone back in her pocket and then looked at the others. "Well then, let's go inside." She shot Sam a sideways glance. "Then, we can fight." "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." He cracked his knuckles as he said so.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 11 - 3/4 | DATE: December 31st, 2015 | LOCATION: Funeral Home This is one of the last places he expected to spend part of his New Year's Eve. As soon as he stepped in, a wave of depression hit him like a truck. It was horrible. He could just feel all of the sorrow hanging thick in the air. The more he looked around, the more he felt out of place. It wasn't like he was actually close to the people who died. He only knew that they were somehow involved with the musical and that they were students at his school. The thought that he shouldn't even be in this place crossed his mind. It almost felt disrespectful to show up to a funeral for people that weren't exactly close to him. To be honest, the only reason he was even there was because he told Sophie he would. He grabbed his phone and put it on silent and quickly shoved it back into his pocket. It wouldn't look good if he just randomly showed up and then all of a sudden started to play around on his phone. All he could really do was just quickly take a seat. He sat in the back, as far away from the caskets as possible. There was no way he could look at their dead bodies again. He had already gotten an up close look at them, there was no need to refresh that memory. It was still vivid in his mind, and no matter how hard he tries, it doesn't just go away. All he could really do now was wait for the service to start and for people to say some words for the departed. Someone stepped up to the podium and started to speak. He introduced himself as Erik Winst, one of the teachers at Fortissimo. Erik spoke about an incident that had happened two years ago. An incident where there were more students who lost their lives. Even more tragedy. His speech continued, and even though his voice was steady and unwavering, the sadness was clear to see on his face. Then he mentioned how watching what happened must have been devastating. Boy did he get that right. Afterwards, he tried to give comforting words and give a smile, though that quickly faded away. When he was finished, he simply nodded, said thank you, and went back to his seat. Sitting there, listening to Erik's speech made him feel even worse. They were good kids, and they just had to go and die like that. While it was true that he didn't know them very well, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them. He just sat there and waited for the next person to speak, wallowing in a heavy pit of sorrow.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 12 - 3/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Hotel Parking Lot in Albany, NY Shortly after waking up, little miss Red decided to get everybody out of the hotel for whatever reason. He had no clue what she wanted to do, and honestly, he didn't even really care that much. The only thing he actually cared about was finally ending his business. Everything else he was doing and going to do, it was all just for shits and giggles. Nothing really mattered to him, so he didn't take anything that was happening too seriously. Even though the plane crash was horrible, he still found the gall to laugh about it. He wasn't in everyone's face about it, though. If someone happened to be talking about it within his earshot, he would smile and chuckle a little. As everyone stood out in the parking lot, he was tempted to take out another cigarette and smoke it. But he didn't want to burn through the free pack he got quickly. He wanted it to last him a while. So he just stood there, sorting things out in his mind. What would happen if I was forced to kill her in a direct fight? How much of a struggle would she put up if I did? That could definitely get ugly if she can put up a good fight. There really was no way of finding out how good of a fighter is without a good reason. It's not like she's gonna ask to fight or something like that. Little Red sighed before speaking up. "Does anyone want to train? It could help you come to terms with what's going on. If you're able to tap into your powers at least a little bit, then you'll definitely feel it. What about you Samuel?" She looked straight at him. "You like to fight. Think you can beat a girl?" She asked teasingly, with a smug look on her face. Well I'll be damned. Guess I can gauge her strength here after all. Sam snorted derisively as he took off his jacket. After all, if she was able to overpower him, at the very least he didn't want her to accidentally stumble upon the black knife he kept in his coat. "All right, Red. Normally, I wouldn't a hit woman, but if you're gonna insist on this." He simply shrugged as he said the last bit. He assumed his fighting stance, one fist held out about a foot in front of his face and the other right next to his face. This was good. It would tell him exactly what he needed to know. "Let's dance!"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 11 - 5/5 | DATE: October 2nd, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Hotel in New York When they finally got into the hotel, they had gotten two rooms to split between the six of them. Sam had hoped that he would only have to share the hotel room with one other person, but he doubted that would happen. As soon as they got the keys to their rooms, Sam went off to the room he wanted to stay in. He didn't care who else was going to stay in the room with him, he just wanted to go to sleep. After being awake for so long, it would be nice to lay down on a nice, clean, comfortable bed. After he finally got up to the room he would be sharing with one or two of the other fallen idiots, he collapsed onto the bed furthest from the door. It felt wonderful to just lay down and relax. The bed smelled nice too, freshly cleaned linens. He kicked off his shoes, took off his coat and chucked it over to the ground. The bed was too comfortable for him to care where the hell his stuff went. Sam just lay on his bed, sprawled out all over, enjoying the softness of the bed a little more than he should. Soon, tiredness weighed down his eyes and he fell asleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 11 - 5/5 | DATE: October 2nd, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Hotel in New York OOC: Ending Sax's day for her because she can't and I'm a nice guy like that Even though she had slept in the car during Hana's visit, she was still sleepy. It was difficult for her to keep her eyes open. After they got the keys to their rooms, she went to the room Hana would be staying in. She didn't really know the other people they were traveling with all that well, so she was much more comfortable staying with Hana than anyone else. Plus, she wasn't exactly sure how to talk to other people, especially when Victor and Tessa were around. Hay Sun stayed in the room with the two of them. The three of them in the room was plenty. It wasn't before long that Hay Sun fell asleep in the bed across from her and Hana. Joslyn soon followed her to sleep, with Hana by her side in bed. She had gotten so used to falling asleep with Hana next to her that it almost seemed natural. The warmth coming from her body had helped her to get to sleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 11 - 4/5 | DATE: October 2nd, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Outside of Lillian's House in Albany, NY Sam stayed by Hay Sun's bike while they headed off into the house of whoever the fuck they came for. It would've been boring as hell in there for him anyway, so staying outside was the better choice for him. Though, not having anybody to talk to would be boring too. He figured the others that were in the car were asleep or something like that. It was still early in the morning, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. At first, he considered taking Hay Sun's bike. It was nice. Really nice. But he figured that she had locked it or something. He was in prison, after all. He leaned against Red's car and crossed his arms over his chest. When he did, he felt something in the inner coat pocket of the jacket he stole. Sam checked the coat pocket and found a pack of cigarettes. Nice, I could go for a smoke right now. After putting one in his mouth, he searched the other pockets of the coat for a lighter. He finally found it in the same pocket as the cigarettes. It was one of those cheap disposable ones, but it would definitely do. After lighting the cigarette and putting the lighter and cigarette pack back in the pocket, he drew a breath from the cigarette. He blew out smoke in a long stream. It felt good. He didn't smoke that often when he was in prison, but when he did, he enjoyed it. Alright, so killing Red won't be easy. With all of these people around, I don't think I'll find that many opportunities to get her by herself. So I may have to do it in a large, crowded area. That way, I could hopefully kill her quickly and fade into the surrounding crowd. Yeah, I could do that... He let out more smoke from his nostrils. And I have to do it with that black knife Chicken Wings gave me. That shouldn't be a problem. The big problem here is getting Whitey. I'm supposed to kidnap her, but where the fuck am I supposed to take her? Will Chicken Wings come to get me or some bullshit like that? Sam blew out more smoke and let out a frustrated groan. Dammit. If he had been clearer on what to do, this wouldn't be so bad. All he said was kill Red and abduct Whitey. Ah, give me a fucking break, man. After his thoughts settled, Hay Sun entered his thoughts. He thought that despite being ten years younger than him, she was pretty reliable in a fight. And it was fun, breaking bones and beating up thugs with her. It was pretty awesome. He had spent the most time with her than with any of the other little Angel Rangers. Slowly, he was getting more attached to her, but he knew that he couldn't let himself get too connected. It would be even worse when he finally held up his end of the bargain. Dammit... Dammit, dammit, dammit. He felt like destroying something.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 9 - 4/4 | DATE: December 29th, 2015 | LOCATION: Home After reuniting with his sister at the school and , and being met with a question he wasn't quite expecting, he went home. It was a good day. As he sat at home, changing his clothes, he remembered that he didn't respond to Sophie's previous text. With his shirt half off, he sent the following: After sending it, he tossed his phone onto his bed and finished changing into his home clothes. He went down to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator for dinner. Seeing the leftover Chinese food, he grabbed it and didn't bother heating it up. He just ate the Sweet and Sour Chicken with Rice directly from the fridge, straight from the take out container. It would've been better if the food was warm, but he didn't care. At this point, he was super hungry and he had skipped lunch, so getting food into him was more important than how it tasted. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge after finishing the cold leftovers. The drink helped to make him feel fuller from his meal. After drinking half of his bottle, he went back upstairs and grabbed his phone again. He considered phoning his mother and telling her what had happened. Maybe he should hold off on it, though. He would need to be able to explain the eye patch and Zoey hadn't told him what happened. The only thing she did tell him about it was to not blame dad. It was hard for him not to, but he would at least try for his sister's sake. Postponing the call to mom would be a good idea. He just placed his phone back on his bed and went to his bathroom to brush his teeth. After doing his nightly routine, he prepped himself for bed. All of the lights in his house were off, his TV was turned on, and he crawled under the sheets. After surfing the channels, he left it on TBS and then set the Sleep Timer on his TV. He rested his head on his pillow and fell asleep to the sound of the TV.
