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There was a silence on the end of the phone when he answered and it was none other than Jorjayna, his ears turned to static, as if he was stuck inside of a television screen and it was screaming at him about what a fool he was, like a film skipping on an old tape were memories of his and Jorjie’s mishap adventures and her laughing with Too, fighting with Three, the blood, the tears, the arguments and the spite. One didn’t realise how much he had missed her, how much he had missed Evie and of her life, for a brief period, he had even forgotten he was a father.

❝Jorjie,❞

He finally spoke out, running his hand down his face.

❝It’s uh, it’s been a while, ain’t it?❞

One looked to Too who was leaning on his hand watching the television in the other room, he makes his escape towards his bedroom, slinking away from the scene as not to have the other hear what he was doing or talking about; One knew Too missed Jorjie as well as his niece, but he couldn’t get in contact with the woman simply because he had to stick to One’s side, whatever happened, they needed each other.⠀⠀⠀⠀

❝How’s Evie?❞

It had taken a lot to be able to call him, after all this time. A year. More, even. It was understood why the two of them hadn’t had any contact, but still. She had often wondered would he have even made contact if the situation had been different, if Three hadn’t been involved, simply because of how they had left things. She had made disastrous decisions. But she had done it for her family. For her daughter. She couldn’t regret that. Herself and Evie had made themselves scarce. It seemed easier, with all the problems her actions had caused between herself and Rudy, and it would keep the little girl a bit safer too. They had lived quietly in Scotland for the last year or so. 

“Yeah, it definitely has,” she said, a little awkwardly. She had missed him. She had wished so much that things hadn’t ended the way they did. That she could have stayed, that he could have come with them. 

“She’s fine,” she explained, looking towards the little girl, where she played on the floor. She wasn’t a baby anymore. A toddler, through and through. That was one of the reasons why she was calling. “She’s getting really big.” 

“She’s one of the reasons why I’m calling. I-, I know for safety, we weren’t supposed to make contact. But I didn’t think that that would go on for this long. It’s been really difficult not knowing anything, what’s been going on, and I’m sorry if I’m calling and putting anyone in danger but... I needed to know if stuff was safe yet or not. If it is, I’m thinking of moving home. Evie’s getting older and... I don’t want her missing out on family,” she explained.

“Don’t want her missing out on you.” 

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The party was rolling along pretty well. She had been there for a couple of hours, putting away more drinks than she had cared to count. Who cared? She had had another successful day. Who knew getting out of community service was as easy as simply lying. Well. It was for her, at least. Thank fuck her power hadn’t backfired against her, as it tended to do on occasion, and she got away with murder. Not literally. 

After managing to sweet talk a cigarette off of some bloke, the blonde sat down on a nearby couch and glanced to the guy beside her. “Got a light?” she asked, cigarette between two fingers and extended slightly towards him. 

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Don’t Touch

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“No, no, don’t-- Don’t touch that, you’re doing it wrong.” The elder snapped, moving as quickly as he could to reach the grabby hands of the other. “These books are very fragile and very old and need to be treated with care.” He explains, gently taking hold of said book.

“Imagine you’re holding a baby, yes? That level of gentleness...times ten.”

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❛ Isn't a probation worker a government job? I'd have to be British to get the job, my dude. ❜ Emphasizing that she's just a tourist that wandered in by using hometown slang.

          ❛ Probably should be here like you guys, I've been known to start trouble but I tend to                  do a good job of not getting caught. ❜ 

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   ❝Oh, wow.❞ If he spoke, Eve didn’t hear it because her focus is completely on his messy hair. With a frown she points at his head. ❝You need to fix that.❞

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Is she doing a him? This wasn’t anticipated by Rudy as he watched the girl getting sort of dressed and then opening the bedroom door; he had woken up when she moved and shuffled off the bed, even more so when he heard the drop of a boot or a shoe or something that was loud enough to wake the snoring idiot.

❝Weren’t tha’ bad was it?❞

Does he care she’s leaving? No, not in the slightest.

One lights up a cigarette as he sits up in bed a bit more, watching Miriam and tilting his head a little bit to get a better look at her arse.

❝Again? You are — you’re — you’re gonna catch sum’fin,❞ Too saw the girl opening the door, it’s too early in the morning for this, don’t worry he’s covering his eyes.

"Fuck,” Miriam said when he woke up. She merely flashed an apologetic smile as she continued getting dressed. There was no point in dressing on the way out, since he was awake now anyway. At his question, she merely let out a small noise of amusement. “It was alright,” was all the answer he was getting. She wasn’t here to reassure him or whatever. She fancied a bit of fun, had got it, and that was her sorted now. 

Having pulled her knickers up, she opened the door and nearly jumped out of her skin when she was met with another him. “What the fuck,” she said, before a vague memory jumped out from the night before. “Oh, you’re the brother,” she murmured, rubbing her head slightly. It was a bit too much for her hungover brain to process. 

She couldn’t believe what he said next though. 

“Are you-, are you tryin’ to say you think I’ve got the fuckin’ clap or something?” she demanded, staring at Toby or whatever he was called. 

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“ do you never stop to wonder why we can’t have like - one normal day. like yes we got these powers but can’t we just fucking... get through scraping shit off walls and go home and not have to do bullshit like this. ”

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❝M’sorry,❞ Too spoke out with a little bit of a raspy whisper, looking to Miriam before looking down, he didn’t like to lie to anyone, but people with Powers were very few and far between these days, seeing another person with a power was like finding a gold bar on the street and wondering if you should pick it up or leave it. Either you talk to the person or don’t in fear something bad will happen and more killing will erupt.

❝M’Rudy Too – Tee-Double-Oh, there was – there was this Storm, caused a whole bunch of problems, yeah? We – there were three of us, we came out of Rudy One, the – him the one you…did f’ings with,❞ But they have been separated for more than two years now, they don’t share the memories of what the other has done, if there was to be some proof of that, One and Too have had one or two more tattoos that slightly vary from each other, ❝I know I shouldn’t have lied, Miriam, but —— didn’t want you t’fink we were freaks,❞

Her expression was nothing short of baffled. What kind of power was that? She supposed being able to be in two places at once would come in handy. Good for alibis, she realised. But it was weird. He and Rudy were so different. Sure, Rudy had been the one she met first ( well, done a little more than meet ), but over the past while she had decided that she liked Toby, or Rudy Too, a lot more. Not the usual kind of person she was friends with, but then again, she never kept friends for very long. Maybe that was the problem. 

When he apologised for lying, she groaned. God, why could he make her feel guilty about shit that no one else could? 

“It’s fine,” she told him, an annoyed look on her face, but not because of what he had done. Because of how she felt. “I don’t think you’re a freak. You’re probably only the sixth freakiest person I’ve met today,” she smirked. “I’ve-, I’ve got one too. People believe my lies. Like, really believe them. I could tell them they’ve grown a new head and they’d believe me,” she explained. “But it seems for every lie I make someone believe, there’s a truth someone will never believe too.” 

“So guess we’re freaks together,” she smiled. A few moments of silence. “Okay so two things. Do I still call you Toby or are you Rudy Too? And if he’s shagged me, does that we’ve shagged too?”