Jonas pushed open the door to his room and collapsed onto the floor before dragging himself over to the couch. "Man, for a head cold, my head sure is killing me..."
Jonas walked around, leaning against walls because of a sudden dizziness as he made his way up to his room.
"Dear sweet--!" Jonas yelled as his head throbbed even harder than last time. "Maybe I'm getting a head cold." After Jonas finished his dinner, he went home.
Barandy felt the sword. "Where did you find it?" she asked. "I got it from a friend." Chronix replied. He had made a copy of his Double Gear Blade so that he wouldn't forget how to use it. "This used to be MY sword!" Barandy said, amazed anybody else had taken it into possession. Chronix was taken aback.(OOC: (Ew. Aback sounds too book-like.))How was he to know?
"What in the?" Jonas said as the pain in his head shot even harder.
"Ow!" Jonas said because of a sudden pain in his head while waiting for his order.
Jonas walked down to a nearby restaurant and took a booth.
Jonas fell asleep on his couch again and had a strange dream. When he woke up, he immediately left the apartment and decided to get himself something to eat before he died of hunger.
Jonas looked around his messed up room and used an Earth trick to fix it.
Jonas kept trying to think of something, but he couldn't so he reappeared in his room and the cell fell back into the floor.
Jonas popped up in the alleyway again. "What the? I said MY ROOM, STUPID FLOOR!" Jonas stomped on the ground and immediately two big hemisphere blocks of cement with Jonas's body mold etched into them popped up, closed him in, sank back into the ground and popped back out of his cement wall and spit him out. "Weirdest thing ever. I need more work on this Earth control thing." Then, Jonas shouted "FRANKLIN, WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO PULL!" into the air. Jonas sat down and made a wooden prison cell surround him. Then, he sank into the floor with the cell. "Okay, now I need to think." Jonas said to himself in the darkness under his floor.
Jonas's eyes widened and his face turned deep red. "Uum... I'm not here!" Jonas said, and immediately the floorboards shot up and curled around him then sunk back into the floor and Jonas was gone again.
OOC: (Ooh, that's not good!) BIC: Jonas tried to make a pillar out of his wall, but instead the wall shot out at him, sucked him in, and spit him out in the room right next door to his. "What the? I said PILLAR, stupid wall!" Jonas yelled, unaware of somebody behind him.
Jonas stomped on the floor and a prison cell made out of his floorboards rose up out of the splintery wood. "Cool." Jason said to himself.
Jonas looked at his TV, then attempted to make it levitate again. Nope. Nothing. Jonas sighed and tried even harder. All that happened was he got knocked off his feet into the wall behind him, his hair standing up on end. "SWEET!" Jonas shouted with glee. Then, Jonas tried again, and instead, part of his floor came up and turned into a ball that smacked him in the face. "WOAH!" Jonas said, smiling through blood and missing teeth.
Jonas woke up and found his TV levitating. "What the? That's odd..." Jonas got up and went to touch the TV, which then suddenly fell back to the floor with a loud crunching sound. Jonas flinched.
Jonas fell back to sleep.
Before the towel had been on his head for three seconds, Jonas let out a long scream that could be heard across town. When he had finally calmed down, he spoke extremely fast, talking about how the news station had found out about what had happened in the Franklin Residence. Jonas made sure his last words before he blacked out were able to be heard. "They know our descriptions." he said before passing out.
Jonas was almost as white as the walls in his room when he heard the reporter say finally "And there were two people in the building at the time of the incident, of which one was a red head boy who came out first, and the other was a young girl who came out soon afterwards. More on this story later, back to you Tom." Jonas fainted and hit the hardwood floor in his room, making a dull thud.
Jonas turned even more white as the reporter went into full detail of what happened at exactly 10:00 AM. Jonas had left his house and gone to the Franklin Residence at 10:00 AM, so he knew he was a plausible suspect.
