Imaginary by Evanescence
Requel made her way toward a street of shops. It was quiet but there was still a couple of people eating at the bakery or shopping fro scarves and purses in the street.
The kids had wandered into a surf shop and Requel followed. They had finally loosened up. They had been as quiet as their guardian but now they were fooling around with the hats and sunglasses in the store. One boy came out of the curtained dressing room in nothing but a surfer shorts and then racing back in when the owner of the shop asked Requel, "Are you going to buy anything?" referring to her group as well. She was watching with her arms crossed and leaning on the doorway.
She walked over to the owner who was behind the cash register. Her face showed her usual pissed off mood but the owner didn't know how to interpret it.
Requel looked at him then at a rack of whistles on the counter. She grabbed one of them and blew it at the kids. Yep, this would work, she thought as all the kids heads turned to her. She tilted her head toward the door to tell the kids they were leaving.
Reqel thre the whistle on the counter before the owner could get out his protestation and took out her wallet.
Once they were back in the street, Requel caught sight of a window where people were sitting at computers. It was a café that allowed the customers access to computers. Requel got an idea. She blew the whistle again and waved her arm to get them to follow her. When they found out the destination was food, they were more inclined to go.
Requel gave the kids some money and found a seat at a laptop. "You want anything?" siren asked. Requel just shook her head, a smile peaking from her face. After the kids finished, Requel was finished. Of course, it wasn't with out some hair pulling and more reasons tallied on why people stay away from society. A young boy with glasses now looked on as Requel typed in a search engine 'Professor Xavier's communicators.' The serial number of Logan's communicator was next to the keyboard.
The boy told her he could get in touch with the communicator if she gave him the computer. "I'm pretty sure I can anyway," he added right before she realized he was going to use his mutant powers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Logan's communicator beeped. He was still not used to the thing. He opened it up but no one spoke. He looked at it for a second and found a message was sent to him. Ororo found the same message on her communicator:
I found a hotel.
Requel made her way toward a street of shops. It was quiet but there was still a couple of people eating at the bakery or shopping fro scarves and purses in the street.
The kids had wandered into a surf shop and Requel followed. They had finally loosened up. They had been as quiet as their guardian but now they were fooling around with the hats and sunglasses in the store. One boy came out of the curtained dressing room in nothing but a surfer shorts and then racing back in when the owner of the shop asked Requel, "Are you going to buy anything?" referring to her group as well. She was watching with her arms crossed and leaning on the doorway.
She walked over to the owner who was behind the cash register. Her face showed her usual pissed off mood but the owner didn't know how to interpret it.
Requel looked at him then at a rack of whistles on the counter. She grabbed one of them and blew it at the kids. Yep, this would work, she thought as all the kids heads turned to her. She tilted her head toward the door to tell the kids they were leaving.
Reqel thre the whistle on the counter before the owner could get out his protestation and took out her wallet.
Once they were back in the street, Requel caught sight of a window where people were sitting at computers. It was a café that allowed the customers access to computers. Requel got an idea. She blew the whistle again and waved her arm to get them to follow her. When they found out the destination was food, they were more inclined to go.
Requel gave the kids some money and found a seat at a laptop. "You want anything?" siren asked. Requel just shook her head, a smile peaking from her face. After the kids finished, Requel was finished. Of course, it wasn't with out some hair pulling and more reasons tallied on why people stay away from society. A young boy with glasses now looked on as Requel typed in a search engine 'Professor Xavier's communicators.' The serial number of Logan's communicator was next to the keyboard.
The boy told her he could get in touch with the communicator if she gave him the computer. "I'm pretty sure I can anyway," he added right before she realized he was going to use his mutant powers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Logan's communicator beeped. He was still not used to the thing. He opened it up but no one spoke. He looked at it for a second and found a message was sent to him. Ororo found the same message on her communicator:
I found a hotel.