Mercy's Cake?

November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the seconde story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view...

"...dear Bella, Happy Birthday to you!"
The three of them huddled around a single petit gâteau, cupcake on the granite countertop. In it was shoved twenty-two lit candles, one in the center above the rest, so that the entire haut, retour au début of the petit gâteau, cupcake could not be seen.
Bella took a deep breath and attempted to blow them all out, but as soon as the flames disappeared, they came right back. She furrowed her brows in puzzlement and tried again, only to be met with the same result.
E and his girlfriend Marissa stood across from the redhead on the other side of the counter, barely able to stiffle their laughs.
Bella clicked...

He watched her leave, the slamming of the door told him she wasn't returning for awhile. A breath of exhaustion escaped the lips. He wanted to chase her, to grip her, shake her, slap her, Kiss her, hug her.

Hold her.. just to feel the warmth that he didn't have..

He was a demon, he needed her to be the feu that burned within him. Right now he was cold.. cold.. cold. He didn't want to fight right now. It was stirred up over some stupid thing they didn't agree on.. yet again. Somehow though, in the end, they always ended up okay.

Blue eyes stared hard at the door, and the crash of the door ringed...

Mel laid in her bed, unable to sleep, because of the Angel statue on the window sill. It gave her an eerie feeling, almost as if a demon was lurking in the angel's eyes. She pulled the oreiller over her head, hoping it would go away. The phone beside her lit began to rang. Only greeted par a dropped stomach, she curled up, gripping the pillow. She blocked out the noise, able to fall asleep.

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The covers were pulled over the small body, and the oreiller rested beneath her head. She couldn't sleep. She could only hope nothing would...

*Insert grinning face here* *Turns around* *Sees angry mob* ~flee~ Ahhhh! I'm sorry!



Name: Hibi Rain

Age: 12

Skin Color: Light

Eye color: Green-ish blue

Hair: Short and occasionally messy, blonde

Civvies: Green jacket, or T-shirt, black cargo pants

Costume: (See picture)

Weapons: Two small pistols which feu an infinite amount of small thorns that slow down response time; a slingshot with toxic bombs

Powers: Earth-based powers. Hibi can instantly grow any plant anywhere with soil, manipulate all plants, travel through the roots of plants and soil from location to another quickly, and morph himself...