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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.]

Comments

[trinamoon]

Trina witnesses what happens from several feet away. She isn't aware that April is the one that causes the child to cry, but she does catch the smirk on her face. Children are dirty and unpredictable so she doesn't blame her. April though is something of a common figure in the recent issues of The Cove, and Trina recognizes her straightaway.

"Nice shoes," Trina says when April is close enough to hear her.

[writtenby_caden]

Caden is coming to meet April for lunch on the boardwalk, and he's running a bit late. A phone call with his manager ran a little long, and she's kind of impossible to get off of phone once she gets going. Caden is needed in LA soon for a few production meetings on the movie, for which he's officially a producer. It's all sort of surreal, and while it's been in the works for a while, everything seems to be going into production all at once and it's kind of overwhelming.

He's checking his watch and then looks up to see April. She's staring intently at something and smiling to herself, and Caden follows her gaze over to a couple of kids. One is bullying the other, which makes Caden frown, but then the bully seems to get his just desserts. Caden raises an eyebrow when his face connects with the pole, but he seems like the only thing really injured is his pride.

The bully runs right past Caden, and April is watching the other boy and looking entirely too pleased with herself. It isn't hard to guess what happened, and he comes up behind her and bends his knees so that he can hook his chin over her shoulder, turning his head to smirk at her with an amused light in his eyes. "Look at that, April Ross is a big ol' softie."

[bachjones]

"You went soft on him."

Bach only caught the last of the attack, something crashing into the boy's song like adding an electric guitar to a classical symphony. Not that he minded, he trusted April to not do the unnecessary when it came to kids. Hell, the times he wanted to dump children that even dared to look at Isaac the wrong way ..he was right up there with giving the small ones a little bit of help.

Of course, if Isaac would have been around he would have told him about how we don't sing for such things, but he was just dropped off at a friends' place (his, not Bach's. Bach was so pleased). Bach was completely free.