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It's so easy when it comes to using her powers.
While it's been months since she's done any sort of con and while she has nothing particular on the horizon, it feels strange not to be stretching her wings, so to speak, at least once in awhile. This is what she is, it's part of her very makeup, and there's nothing about being a siren that April has ever felt the need to apologize for. Anyone who has an issue with it can take it up with her, though the truth is she's just as likely to laugh in their face as she is to listen to any concerns they may have.
This is the way she'd been born and no one had been there to teach her how to use her powers. She had discovered them on her own and she knows she's lucky that she figured out how to use them. Surviving the foster care system might not have turned out quite so easy if she'd been without and while she hadn't been able to save every single exploited kid she'd come across, being able to do the things she can do had certainly helped here and there. It's not something she talks about with anyone, the things she'd seen across the various home she'd been placed in, the way some of the foster parents had treated the kids in their care, the abuse of all kinds. She keeps it to herself, but she hasn't forgotten any of it.
Children unsettle her. She never knows what to do about them and she's always been certain she doesn't want any of her own, but she's also never been able to stand a bully. When she sees the little boy being picked on, it's easy enough to send out little pieces of her power that carry with them the influence she usually only holds over the men whose money she's trying to steal. This time, though, she sends them to the much bigger boy picking on the little one and it's only a few seconds before he's turning away, before he starts to walk, then picks up speed, and runs straight into a lamp post.
It's not enough to cause any lasting damage, but it's enough to hurt and she doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. Especially not when the little boy's tears seem to dry up all at once and he stares at his bully for a moment before the bigger boy runs away.
With a grin, she turns away from the scene and continues her afternoon walk down the boardwalk.
[Find April anywhere on the boardwalk. Feel free to have seen as much or as little of the scene with the bullying boy as you like.]
While it's been months since she's done any sort of con and while she has nothing particular on the horizon, it feels strange not to be stretching her wings, so to speak, at least once in awhile. This is what she is, it's part of her very makeup, and there's nothing about being a siren that April has ever felt the need to apologize for. Anyone who has an issue with it can take it up with her, though the truth is she's just as likely to laugh in their face as she is to listen to any concerns they may have.
This is the way she'd been born and no one had been there to teach her how to use her powers. She had discovered them on her own and she knows she's lucky that she figured out how to use them. Surviving the foster care system might not have turned out quite so easy if she'd been without and while she hadn't been able to save every single exploited kid she'd come across, being able to do the things she can do had certainly helped here and there. It's not something she talks about with anyone, the things she'd seen across the various home she'd been placed in, the way some of the foster parents had treated the kids in their care, the abuse of all kinds. She keeps it to herself, but she hasn't forgotten any of it.
Children unsettle her. She never knows what to do about them and she's always been certain she doesn't want any of her own, but she's also never been able to stand a bully. When she sees the little boy being picked on, it's easy enough to send out little pieces of her power that carry with them the influence she usually only holds over the men whose money she's trying to steal. This time, though, she sends them to the much bigger boy picking on the little one and it's only a few seconds before he's turning away, before he starts to walk, then picks up speed, and runs straight into a lamp post.
It's not enough to cause any lasting damage, but it's enough to hurt and she doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. Especially not when the little boy's tears seem to dry up all at once and he stares at his bully for a moment before the bigger boy runs away.
With a grin, she turns away from the scene and continues her afternoon walk down the boardwalk.
[Find April anywhere on the boardwalk. Feel free to have seen as much or as little of the scene with the bullying boy as you like.]
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But now she feels a little bit like she's adjusted. Now it seems like Bach might be the only one she doesn't really mind being related to.
"Not that anything I do will teach him a lesson," she adds.
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Maybe one day he'd stop noticing how incredibly beautiful this woman was. "Were you protecting a friend I'd just turning into a regular superhero?"
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"I just don't like little asshole kids," she says. "You know those ones who have clearly never once had anyone tell them no? I hate seeing that shit."
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He rolls his eyes. "This is me listening in at kindie. Don't even want to know how much worse it's going to be when we move to a real school."
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She should ask about Isaac, she thinks, but the thought of Bach with a child is still a strange one to her, and she isn't even sure why. Maybe it's just the idea of someone she's related to having a kid that does it, but there's just something about it that makes her want to back off a little. Like if she acts too interested, she'll be expected to have one next.
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He scrambles for another subject. "You still unsure if you're going to root yourself in this soil?"
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"What? Is this place really home for you?"
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He rubs his face. "This is for the kid, that he understands what's going on with him before his twenty-seventh birthday. Maybe another five more years, and we're out. If Lara Quinn or her fan club doesn't kill me before that because I refuse to wear my siren-and-proud badge. This place it - it keeps hurting, and it's so weird that I can't move away to avoid it."
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"Fuck it," she says, still looking amused. "You do whatever the hell you want with being a siren. No one was around when I was growing up to tell me there were rules for this sort of thing. We've got this thing and it's ours. There's nothing we can do about that."
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"Thanks." Maybe April just gets him best. "She keeps blathering that I'm ignoring myself, holding back, not being true true. I've slept with culties that sounded saner."
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April shrugs at the mention of Lara. The woman has helped her and she has nothing against her at all. In fact, she's fairly certain she owes her. But at the same time she hates the idea of answering to anyone, to there being rules imposed on who they are. "I guess it's different when you've got this whole structure your entire life," she says. "I never had that. Never wanted it."
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"It's shit." It can be in reply to both subjects. "This means that I couldn't have taken him if my daddy wouldn't be around to throw money at the both of us. That next to disappointing him and her, I have someone else that wants the best of me. I don't have a best of me. But fuck it, forget it. I'm becoming super boring since Isaac's around."
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She doesn't like rules, but the thought that someone is out there looking out for her, wanting the best for her, that's not so bad.
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"Come on, though, I miss your confidence," she says, giving him a nudge with her elbow. "Everything that isn't connected to music isn't something you do well? Fuck that. You can do whatever the hell you want."
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Bach blew her a kiss. "You can be the confidence of this entire sad sibling gathering, keeping the bastard Flynn spine straight through whatever will happen. You'll look the best at it anyway."
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"I'm not going to buy it for a second that you can't do the same things I can," she says, then grins at him. "You'd be great at it."
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He licks his teeth before answering: "I've been doing that for a while, tightly on my mother's leash but still having enough fun to forget everything else. And if I'd find -" No, Bach wasn't sure about that yet.
"The only reason why I didn't pick that up after discovering about Isaac's existence, I would still be doing it because fuck, why can we sing if we don't use it? But he needs to know that there's more than a singing voice as well. More than the eyes and the touch and everything. Maybe he's going to hate me for it." He shoots her a crooked grin. "We can make it the start of a family tradition and egg Robert's yacht some time."
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But if that's not what Bach wants to do, she can't very well force him.
"Hey, I like that yacht," she says with a laugh. "You might be on your own there."
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He chuckles. "Hereby that's going to be the obnoxiously stupid nickname I'm going to use for you. As my right as very probable oldest sibling and only cock in the hen house. You get one chance to ask for another one, but it might be worse."
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"But, oh, let's go for a new one. I'd like to see what you can come up with," she says, looking amused.
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"Fuck." Bach gave her a thorough look. "Goldilocks, of course. Can take on loads of bears while still looking like the virgin Mary. Or am I kicking up the wrong fairy tales now?"
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Living a good life. The kind April knows she'll never have. The kind she doesn't think she'll ever want.
Then she laughs and says, "No, I think that one works."
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"Hey, I should stop greying then."
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