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Started May 01, 2018 by @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl

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//what did I miss?

Kaz gave him a cross between a frown and a smile that squished his face in an oddly adorable way. "Y'know what, I'm gonna buy you a new one anyways. What kinda coffee ya like?"

“You’re ridiculous, but just straight black,” Cyrus said with a laugh. Or, at least he thought it was black. It looked like a very dark red to him.

Kaz chose not to respond, walking off to grab another black coffee for Cyrus. He returned a few minutes later, handing him the cup. "There ya go."

//how should I intro my character

//ok

Reign slipped into a small cafe. She’d come here before, and decided she really liked it.

Castor, in his ragged clothing, sipped coffee sweetened with just a little sugar. Not wanting to be bothered, he had tucked himself away into an alcove, watching everyone enter and leave, keeping tabs. Wanting his brother to show up. Knowing he wouldn't.

Cyrus gave a flashy smile and took it from him, the scent of it filling his nose. It helped greatly to block out the smell of Kaz’s blood that seemed into his nose, making his stomach churn.

AFTer giving her order, she looked around and saw that all the seats were full. Approaching a boy in ragged clothes, she asked, “Can I sit here?”

A gruff, "If you want." Castor bounced his leg, a habit he had picked up from his brother, and one that let one of the other occupants in the room see him clearly.

SHE took a seat and tapped her fingers on the table, looking out the window. It made her wonder why superheroes in stories were so inevitably drawn to New York. In real life too, apparently. Maybe there’s some start of all the powers that draw people here, she mused.

Deley grabbed napkins to clean herself up. She hated changing.

Kaz smiled to himself, happy he could make someone else's day a little better. It was one of the few things he could do to keep his 'anger' in check. "So. You from around here?" he asked Cyrus, tapping his foot out of habit

Deley grabbed napkins to clean herself up. She hated changing.

Chandra noticed a girl trying to mop up a spilled drink, so she went over to help. “Hey,” Chandra said, grabbing a few napkins. “Lemme help.”

"Ah thanks," Deley responded.

Isaac sipped his milkshake, he was never one for coffee, in the corner of a cafe. He was reading a book titled 'Talking with Serial killers' and he was so fascinated he didn't notice when two people spilled their drinks on themselves.

"Ah thanks," Deley responded.

“No problem. What’s your name?”

"I'm Deley," she responded, "And yours?"

Kaz smiled to himself, happy he could make someone else's day a little better. It was one of the few things he could do to keep his 'anger' in check. "So. You from around here?" he asked Cyrus, tapping his foot out of habit

“Sort of, I move around quite often,” Cyrus responded. People got suspicious of him quite easily.

Kaz shrugged. "I've only been here a month or two. It's kinda expensive to live here, but at least the city's kinda nice."

Dara finally received her drink and pastry before heading off to a corner seat.

"I'm Deley," she responded, "And yours?"

“Chandra.”