Harvar had had a plan. It wasn't a very good one of course, because if it was, he wouldn't have been there, but that meant nothing in the face of the fact of his having a plan to begin with. Of course though, everything had sizzled out, and spiraled downward.

And now he was locked in the basement, with a blue haired kid leaning ominously over him.
"You tryna rob me, boy?" The kid asked. He spoke in an American creole that felt entirely out of place coming out of his mouth because he was sort of tiny, and very asian.

Harvar didn't say anything. Instead he let a silence fall like the dripping from pipes over the boy's shoulder. He looked at the water on the floor slowly moving toward him, and realized, he had another plan.

"You tryna take my stuff? What I even got that you want?"

The water inched along the floor, and Harvar's fingers twitched impatiently.

"I'm thirteen, and stranded in a good for nothin' house in the middle of some crazy tits city, what makes you think I got stuff nice enough to steal?"

He reached out with his pinky, and tapped it into the wetness that had crawled from beneath the other kid's feet. The room lit up with lightning, sparking violently, and then everything went dark again.

"Aow," The kid said, staring at his shoes. "You shocked me. Sonufabitch. I'll shock you back!"

Clearly Harvar hadn't thought that one all the way out, because the boy's hand snaked out, and caught him by the clavicle, releasing a series of hard, and unpleasant shocks into his chest. His heart did an odd little dance, and his body went tense, but nothing much more happened.

All the failed plan of escape got him was the information that this kid was a super, who could shock him back, and had a ridiculously high constitution as he was able to shake off what should have amounted to a lightning strike's worth of voltage running rampant through his body.

"You livin' anywhere?" the kid asked, brows drawn down over green eyes that should have been brown, and lips pursed hard.

Harvar shook his head.

"Then come on up fer breakfast. We havin' eggs, and pancakes. You try'n steal something tho, and I will headbutt yer nose up inta yer brain, you hear?"

Harvar nodded, and the rope around his wrists was untied.

Maybe things hadn't gone so badly after all.