The night was quiet. The figure laid alone under a bundle of covers, bored and tired. Ironically, the night was his least favorite time to be alone, despite the solitude he prefered at times during the day. A pair of red eyes gazed at the door across the room. It was hard, finding a balance of noise and quietness. Especially considering the people he typically spent his days with. Since she left- It was still a hard thing for any of them to think about- things were different. At first there was an eerie silence that had him on edge constantly. He knew there was no reason to be cautious. Not around them, at least, but he couldn't help it. The thing that got to them, all of them he assumed, is that she had come back for them. Only momentarily, of course, and with her… Boyfriend. But it was still with good nature. For one, he definitely wouldn't have prefered to be left frozen in whatever the hell that stuff was. Although that didn't really alleviate the mixed feelings itching under his skin.
He was definitely cross with her. After Seymour, she had been the one he found the most comfort in being around, despite their different views of why they lead their lives the way they did. She wanted to be in the big leagues while he did not; turns out she achieved this, despite the fact that her alignment changed- he wondered if making a name for herself was as important to her now as it was in the past. Maybe it was because of them that she felt that she wasn't accomplishing enough. None of them had heard from her after the fiasco with the Brotherhood of Evil, which made sense, at least for now. She had recently achieved the Titans' trust. He hoped, admittedly, a bit bitterly, that things were going better for her than they were going with the H.I.V.E.
Thieving wasn't a good idea for anyone until the Titans went their own ways once again; they might be clumped in Jump City for now, but that didn't mean they were too far from Keystone to guard it effectively. The name escaped him, but he remembered a Titan with a trumpet that worked much like teleportation, allowing him the ability to open portals. It would be unfortunate for half of the Titans to jump through one of the said portals specifically looking to hunt them down. His own teleportation was practically an automatic out-of-jail-free card, if he got caught there was a simple solution. However, his friends didn't have this ability. Which meant he was stuck stealing anything they needed for the time being. ...At this point it was much easier to keep himself safe than his family.
Speaking of, he had not heard from Angel lately. He hoped that she had succeeded in keeping hidden away for the time being, yet he was almost sure that she was fine. She could be more elusive than one would expect, but not hearing at all from her was making him anxious. He would have to go look around Keystone for her later, near their typical rendezvous spots. Not now, but soon. Despite the fact that he simply could not get to sleep, it didn't alter the fact that he felt exhausted.
After spending a few more minutes lying quietly, his mind blank, he suddenly sat up, gripping the covers with evident irritation. Of course, whenever he actually wanted to sleep was when he couldn't. Letting out a small sigh he left the bed, pulling his blanket over his head and around his shoulders. Within a blink of an eye he briefly felt a sensation of weightlessness. When reality's traits came tumbling back, he was standing in the dark hallway, in front of a familiar door. He felt a bit bad to wake Seymour up when he was the one having trouble sleeping; however, he felt even worse about that one time he scared Seymour half to death upon the entering uninvited, just for the company. He supposed that it was understandable to be startled when you wake up to someone sitting on the floor next to your bed.
He knocked, not too loudly, and waited. He didn't want to wake up anyone else, but Seymour wasn't exactly the lightest sleeper. To his relief he heard a half-awake mutter in response to his knock which, after a small silence, became the groggy voice of Seymour.
"...Kyd? That you?"
Having been identified, Kyd promptly teleported into the room, not caring enough to unbundle himself from the blanket and open the door. He padded quietly over the floor and sat down next to the frame of the bed, facing away from it and letting out a quiet, but exasperated, sigh. Seymour watched him come over, propped up on one of his elbows, although his eyes were still heavy-lidded. Another reason Kyd felt less guilty about waking Seymour up: The lucky bastard had the easiest time getting back to sleep. Kyd leered a bit crossly at the opposite wall.
"Can't sleep, huh?" It sounded more like a comment than a question, but it still received a nod of the head in response. This seemed to be a suitable answer, Kyd hearing the shifting of covers as Seymour turned back onto his side. He murmured half into the pillow, already falling back into a slumber. "Sorry t'hear that… Lay up here if you want."
Kyd pulled himself up, touching Seymour lightly on the shoulder in thanks as he curled up near the edge of the mattress. He heard a slight mumble in response; taking that as a sign of recognition he let his tired eyes shut.
Seemore woke up rather groggily, vaguely remembering that he had woken up in the middle of the night, although at first he didn't know whether that was some sort of weird dream. That idea was soon tossed out as he felt someone shift next to him, suddenly becoming aware of the arm thrown haphazardly over his side. He glanced briefly over his shoulder, not exactly surprised to see Kyd lying next to him on the mattress, blanket kicked to the bottom of the bed. The teleporter was sleeping stomach-down per the norm, head turned towards him and cushioned in the crook of his other arm, neglecting the pillow laying on the bed about a foot above his head. Seemore lifted his eyebrows slightly, giving Kyd a pointed look; he had no idea how Kyd found that comfortable. Each to his own, he guessed.
He felt kind of bad to wake Kyd up considering that he looked so tired lately. He was relatively sure that if the teleporter wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him he would have done that by now, so it probably wasn't anything terribly bad. Seemore looked down at the messy mop of black hair that splayed over his face, partly covering his eyes, and gave a short (yet quiet) laugh before laying his head back down. "You really need a haircut, man."
There wasn't much of a response to this comment, as expected; Seemore closed his eyes again, attempting to get back to sleep.
Somehow, Seemore was able to move Kyd's arm enough for him to get out of bed without waking Kyd, which was honestly a very difficult feat. (There had been a few close calls, honestly. It had been more luck than anything- Kyd must have really been tired.) He left his room in a hurry after he successfully escaped, only grabbing his helmet before exiting his room. The thing served pretty much as a very good pair of glasses for him; considering his horrible eyesight it was pretty much a necessity if he wanted to avoid clumsily knocking something over. After slipping out of the room and closing the door quietly he adjusted his helmet, fine-tuning the settings for the day. The calibrations were almost always how he had left it- if they weren't, it was a minimal alteration- although it had become more of a thing of habit than anything else.
Seemore glanced down the hallway, not surprised to see that no one else was there. The hideout was pretty big for only 5 people, honestly, although it was definitely a better situation than having a place that was too small. Considering all of the pointless (although amusing) things Billy keeps trying to steal- for example, a Zamboni briefly after they were busted by Kid Flash- a smaller place probably wouldn't have worked out as well. Luckily for everyone, Gizmo had pointed out to Billy that, no, the thing would not fit through the door you idiot.
...This hasn't stopped him from trying to hoist several arcade machines to the hideout instead. In his defense, it can be pretty fun to play the original Pac-Man once in awhile.
Walking into the spacious living room, Seemore glanced towards the couch placed on the step down floor before heading into the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to see Billy occupying the half-circle sofa as he played video games, surprisingly alone. It was strangely quiet. Usually Billy had several copies of himself running around and bickering by this time of the morning, until one of them stepped in with an annoyed reminder that it was 'god dang 6 AM, and I'm pretty sure Mammoth ain't joking when he said he'd kick our asses for making noise.' After this, the room would fall back into silence for a short span of time.
He looked to the TV; it wasn't a racing game, which was surprising. There was, however, a car exploding on the side of the screen. A few civilians yelled with fear and Billy sniggered. Offering an indifferent shrug, Seemore went back to getting something to eat. It took a good five minutes for Billy to actually take notice of the company he had, who was now sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal.
Hearing the metal clink against the bowl, he glanced over their shoulder quickly before looking back to the screen. "Mornin' Seemore."
"Morning." Seemore leaned a bit to the side, looking to see Billy's face as his helmet switched to the "?" sign. It wasn't hard to notice the bags under his eyes. Seemore shook his head, snorting with amusement. Billy would definitely be complaining about how tired he was once he got off the game. "Pull an allnighter?"
"New GTA came out, hell yeah I pulled an allnighter!" he scoffed, leaning back into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. The base was still a bit rundown from the number Kid Flash did on it, but everyone did their best to patch it up. Well... Mostly everyone. Seemore rested his chin on his hand for a moment before shaking his head, ridding his mind of those thoughts with a frown.
"That one has somethin' to do with cars, right?" See more followed up a bit sheepishly, almost sure he would be disciplined for his lack of mainstream video game knowledge. Most of the games that Billy owned did have to do with cars, but he figured he might as well ask to rid of the silence.
"Open up that big eye o' yours, partner. The name of the game is Grand Theft Auto for cryin' out loud!"
The exasperation in Billy's response got a laugh out of Seemore. He gave Billy a bright smile although the attention wasn't exactly on him, gesturing to the screen with his spoon. "Well, whadaya know. Driving cars and stealing shit. That's right up your alley."
When Kyd woke, it was quite unhappily. He had no idea how long he had slept, but it was definitely past noon given the whiny voice in his ear. Due to falling asleep in the early hours of the morning while trying to finish inventions, Gizmo often didn't leave his workshop until the afternoon. They had learned to let him have his sleep, regardless of the ridiculous, but approximate schedule he maintained. The vast decline in his demeanor isn't worth having him up at the same time any normal person would be. This is why Kyd was confused to see Gizmo standing over the bedside, glaring down at him with his arms crossed. ...Had he been supposed to do something?
"I thought I would find you here, you gaywad. Literally, this is the only place you ever end up sleeping," he rolled his eyes as Kyd blinked at him drowsily, dismissing his nervy insults. "Anyway, get up. You owe me generator parts, and I wanna make sure you actually know which ones to steal. I'm definitely not heading out there with the whole Teen Titans looking to kick my ass. Unlike you, they can actually catch me."
It was the teleporter's turn to roll his eyes, although it was near impossible to tell he was doing so. He picked himself up, pulling the blanket off the end of the bed and draping it over his shoulders. Kyd signed quickly to Gizmo, who paid careful attention. [What time is it?]
"It's around 3. In the afternoon." He paused briefly, "did I translate that right?" Kyd nodded in response, which was enough for Gizmo to get back on track. He crossed his arms with mock irritation, stating matter-of-factly, "see, I'm not that bad. Now come on." Kyd smirked slightly, following as Gizmo headed back to his workshop.
Well, he was still cross about when Kyd accidentally sliced up the backup generator, that's for sure. Considering that the genius had made it from his own design, Kyd figured that he had a right to be… But really, the stuff he had to haul was a pain. Not to mention the list of parts he had to find was pretty long. He stood in his room, fastening his cape into place and watching the reflection of the mirror across the room. He did not particularly enjoy his reflection, but he found that the glass was an effective tool when one wants to ponder which choices to make, at least for him. He walked towards it, lingering outside of the reflection before leaning slightly to peer at the surface. Blaring red eyes met his vision with a pale gray face to accompany them. He looked away feeling slightly vexed; instead he turned his attention to his collected trinkets he could see on the shelves through the mirror, his eyes locking onto one. It was a pale blue dove with ruby eyes, a small sculpture of marble that Angel had gifted him. He turned entirely from the mirror, walking over to pluck the smoothed stone from it's perch. He turned it over in his gloves, taking note of the detail of it's sheathed wings.
He frowned as he set it back to its original place. ...He was worried. Gizmo's request definately wouldn't take all night, but what if because he was out doing that, he missed his chance to speak with her? He knew he would not go back on his promise, but an uncomfortable feeling pooled in his gut at the thought that something could have happened. He had a hideout to go back to, along with a team. Angel didn't have any of that. He sighed slightly, dropping his gaze and pulling the cape around himself, disappearing into a pool of blackness. He had work to do.
[Note: Without realizing it, when I pasted the story into the document it got messed up. Oops! Apologies. On another note, it got me an entertaining review or two.]