~Starter~
(I apologize if I've gotten worse over time. I haven't written or rped in like, a whole year. XD)
Slinging a large backpack over her shoulder, Florence picked up her phone and unlocked it, scanning over the message she'd last sent to Sariel. She shoved it back into her back pocket and walked out of her apartment, making sure to lock the door. It was still somewhat cold outside but the weather didn't stop her from wearing what she usually did; shorts and a tank top. Unless she noticed anything that was seemingly easy to get her hands on, the redhead hadn't planned anything out of the ordinary for that particular day. I wonder when the people around me are going to start noticing my strange schedule habits? Florence wondered, now walking down the sidewalk in large steps.
Sitting on a bench under a plastic covering, Sariel tapped his foot on the concrete of the sidewalk. No matter what it was for, Florence was usually late. Even though he had grown used to this over the years that he had known her, it was still extremely frustrating. As people passed by him, they began to give him strange looks. For thirty minutes, he had been sitting on a metal framed bench with his chin in the palms of his hands. Occasionally he would check his phone to see a new message from Florence, telling him when she would be there, only to find absolutely nothing.
~Generally~
All over the city, radios, and televisions hummed with the sounds of news reporters vehemently retelling the tales of the latest Ability related crimes. Recently, things had seemingly become worse. There no longer seemed to be "big stories" of simple car crashes or local noise complaints, instead -and quite frequently- the media always had something to say about violent murders, assault or major robberies. Even so, things -for the most part- continued normally.
