forum In the World of the Gifted (CLOSED)

Started November 17, 2018 by @KoffeeOwl

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Lovino freezes up “sir he is not there anymore please put the gun down.” He says calmly.

"Yeah, my schizophrenia is probably just acting up…" He mutters under his breath as he puts the gun back in its place at his belt.

No there was someone there he’s just gone now” lovino says
Gtg)

"Sorry, lights were on and door was unlocked." Sol said. She watched the supposed owner. "Holy, shit that's a gun what's happening?"

We'll see you later then!))

"Creepy guy… And no dip the door was unlocked, I have to wait for my baristas to come! Why didn't you read the red sign on the door? The bright red sign?"

Watching silently, Easton kept both of his feet planted on the ground as one of them pulled out a gun. Oh…So it was closed? He thought, standing up and looking at Sol. "I still have to talk to you about something, so come on." Easton said, walking out the door and waiting a few feet from it. Even if it wasn't closed there was still a big chance that he would've left and sat somewhere nearby because of the fact that the owner had pulled a gun on someone that hadn't been there.

Sol followed Easton out of the building. "What was that?" she questioned. "There was no one there. So what did you need?"

Easton stayed where he was, looking back at the cafe. "Well, for one thing, those drunk men were killed after wrecking that place, and the owner didn't seem particularly happy that those of us that were in there didn't take notice to the closed sign." He said, his voice somewhat dull due to his lack of sleep. "It isn't a particularly good idea to go somewhere you're suspicious of the moment you find out about something," Easton added, finally looking back over to Sol.
(Sorry that took so long to post, I had an idea and then I completely lost it.)

"Well, sorry. I was excited and had nothing better to do." She sighed and bowed her head a bit. "Honestly fighting is my strong suit. Not talking or investigating or stuff like that."

Easton nodded a few times, slowly waking up a bit more as he thought about the news story. "You'll get better at it," he said, slipping his phone out of one of his pockets. "You'll be doing plenty of fighting once you get your license." He added, scrolling through some things. "So, they were here last night and then they were dumped in a bathroom with most of their organs missing,"
"There's really only a couple of reasons they'd be completely missing. Either the person who stole them is going to sell them, or eat them."

"Gross." Sol scrunched up her nose. "That's nasty. So, with what you were saying earlier, are you suspecting the owner of the cafe?"

Easton finally looked back up at Sol, nodding. "It is gross, but it happens a lot more than you'd think." Standing up straight, he put his phone away. "Generally speaking, everyone that was around here after those three started messing things up could've done it. But the one person that I'm wanting to look into is the shop owner." Easton paused and kicked the ground a few times. "The only thing is, there were three of them and there's only one of him. It would be different if I knew his ability. I could always ask the police, but they'd probably say it wasn't on record since they only profile criminals that have been caught."

Sol thought for a moment and nodded. "Makes sense. What kind of ability do you think he'd have to have to take on three men all at once? Well, I suppose they were drunk, but still."

(I'm not going to be on after this reply, it's 1:00 AM where I live. I'll be on tomorrow again though, so I'll see you guys then!)

Narrowing his eyes, Easton looked down at the ground. "It's possible that if he didn't have help -which is a bit unlikely- he has some type of control ability. Or maybe one having to do with speed; zero gravity, manipulation, I haven't met many people with speed related abilities so I can't exactly name one."

Lovino looked at Heath and gives a small smile “sir you weren’t dreaming that man was really there his name was Antonio,” he says softly his hair covering some of his face.

Heath wrinkled his nose. "There is way too much happening at my cafe…" He muttered, handing Lovino the cup filled with marshmallows and coco.

Lovino smiles and takes the coco He chirps our a “thank you sir,” like a child which he was only 14 with and lover well shit………. he goes to sit down at a table and hums happily as his glasses fog up (forgot to mention that he has glasses!)

Bump))

Bump bump))

Sorry I was gone I have another rp to post on then I'll post here))

It's all good, no worries.))

"I think there's someone at my school who has a speed ability." Sol shrugged. "I dunno. So you want to investigate the owner more?" she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "Messing up his cafe seems like enough motive to me if he was already a villain. If it was him, that would be kinda a shame. He was cute, as far as guys go."

With a wide smile, Easton looked up. "Is that so?" He asked, before looking back into the cafe. "For right now, that is what I want to do, look into the owner a bit more. And if he were to already be a criminal or someone we could consider a villain, then trashing the coffee shop would be more than enough reason."

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Having stood there for a few minutes, Florence finally narrowed her eyes at the yellow tape. What's that about? She wondered, looking around at the people who stood on all sides of her. Most of them had out their phones, hoping to get a picture of something that the media hadn't let them see. Taking out her own phone, she looked through some things that had popped up as notifications. One of them read, Three Found Dead at Park Restroom! Scanning over the article, and seeing the pictures, Florence let out an exaggerated sigh which caused the people around her to stare for a few moments.
You couldn't be any more obvious, could you?

Heath shakes his head, seeing his employees come in. "Y'all are here, good. I can go bake to the bakery now." He said, shrugging on an apron and sighing. What I want to know is why someone took my killings and took out their organs, like barbarians.