Episode 2: The Wolf of New York

[Jailbird]

2 hours ago, IamNotLoki said:



Bonnie felt something drop on her shoulder.  It was a grasshopper.  "WHOAOAHH!" She exclaimed, looking at the grasshopper with her big eyes.  "Look Cyde!"  She said as Clyde also looked at a grasshopper.  "That's pretty cool! Ha!"  Clyde laughed... another grasshopper went into his mouth.  He flinched as he swallowed it.  Bonnie went hysterical!  "HAHAHAHAHA!  You at it!"  Another grasshopped landed on Bonnie's face.  "EEK!"  She shouted, slapping the bug off her face.  The a sound similar to rain can be heard getting closer and closer.  Clyde spit out what's left of the bug.  "Blegh!"  He said as the noise got closer and closer.  It wasn't rain... it's the sound  of little insect legs hitting the ground.


"B-Bonnie..."  He pointed at the huge cloud of insects headed their way.  "Get off me!"  Bonne pulled out the bug off her face.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw the swarm of locusts coming their way.  "Oh... poop... what do we do Clyde?"


Clyde grinned and put a finger on his chin.  "heh... only one thing we can do my dear Bonnie..."


Bonnie moved her face closer to Clyde's face.


"we..."


"RUN!!!!!!"  The couple ran as fast as they could away from the swarm!


"OWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!"  Bonnie screamed in terror.




 






 

Delphina stopped reading the book and looked up in front of her.  She had heard the screams of Bonnie and Clyde but she brushed it off since she seen them as bumbling idiots.  Continuing to read she learned of all the things that Isis has been through and she sort of felt sorry for her,"Isis...you have been through it all.  A deceitful brother-in-law, a dead husband who is technically your brother, tricking another god into giving you immense power and having a son who is technically your nephew as well....You are the embodiment of feminine strength.  I aspire to be you....just without all the weird incest crap...."Delphina turned the page as she turned the corn.  Somehow she had ended up near Bonnie and Clyde once more just as she flipped the page to read more,"Desert storms...."  Delphina cast another spell upon Bonnie and Clyde but this one made the locust disappear and a small sand twisters started flying towards them.

 

[IamNotLoki]

"Yes... please!" Sunni said.


Sunni then wondered why Mr. Irons slept at the police station. Maybe he always had to be on duty?


Must be stressful...


The girl wondered what living at a police station was like. She imagined an office with a sleeping bag... That would be rather depressing... Sunni knew she was sort of assuming that this man lived at the police station, but it seemed a bit likely. She then remembered how one of her officers talked about a mangler...


"What's a Mangler?" She asked.


Come to think of it, Sunni had heard the word on the news before. Then again, she never really listened to it due to how fast the weather forecast was. 

"The mangler is a name given to a violent serial killer whose MO is violently mangling their victim's flesh like they were attacked by an animal.  We know that these attacks are not caused by an animal because they sometimes occur in places where animals cannot enter easily... Like public restrooms and bedrooms.  Also they leave no trace of animal material so we can only assume that this killer is a human... A clever and dangerous--". Detective Mark got bopped in the head with Jim's hand... Causing his glasses to come loose.  "For Christ's sake, Mark... She doesn't need to hear all that... She has enough on her plate..."  Jim said in a slow an lazy manner.  "The mangler is our problem, kid... Don't worry about it too much..."  Jim said to Sunni.  "Sorry sir, I got carried away..."  Mark said politely as he adjusted his glasses. 


"So Kid, Lets go.  I'll take you over to my pace and I'll give you my extra keys... My house is a bit messy but it'll do for now until you get back on your feet..."  Jim said as he led her back to his car.


"commissioner, don't forget to come back to the station when you finish.  We have a lot of work to do!"  Mark yelled out.


"okay!  Got it!"  Jim raised a hand and opened his car door.

Delphina stopped reading the book and looked up in front of her.  She had heard the screams of Bonnie and Clyde but she brushed it off since she seen them as bumbling idiots.  Continuing to read she learned of all the things that Isis has been through and she sort of felt sorry for her,"Isis...you have been through it all.  A deceitful brother-in-law, a dead husband who is technically your brother, tricking another god into giving you immense power and having a son who is technically your nephew as well....You are the embodiment of feminine strength.  I aspire to be you....just without all the weird incest crap...."Delphina turned the page as she turned the corn.  Somehow she had ended up near Bonnie and Clyde once more just as she flipped the page to read more,"Desert storms...."  Delphina cast another spell upon Bonnie and Clyde but this one made the locust disappear and a small sand twisters started flying towards them.

Bonnie  glanced back behind her and saw how the swarm of locusts disintegrated and turned into a massive sand tornado.  "Aghahahgah!"  Bonnie exclaimed, half-laughing and half-crying.  "Clyde look behind us!"  She said as she accelerated her running and caught up to Clyde.  "Never look back, Bonnie baby!  Never look back!  Imagine a beautiful future!  Just keep on keepin on!  Just keep on runnin!"  Clyde closed his eyes and accelerated and raced past Bonnie.  "Clyde!  Slow down!  My butt is cramping up!"  Bonnie exclaimed as her face winced.  She tilted her head forward trying to catch up to Clyde.  "Let's... Run to the Cajun Cave before both our butts cramp up!"  The restaurant got closer and closer as they ran towards it.  "Let's go!!!"  They exclaimed at the same time as they bust open the door.  Both of them closed the door and put their backs to it.  "We made it!"  They hugged each other, faces full of sweat and tears.  they continued to press against the door, letting the sand storm slap against the building's solid surface.

 

[doneanddusted]

"The mangler is a name given to a violent serial killer whose MO is violently mangling their victim's flesh like they were attacked by an animal.  We know that these attacks are not caused by an animal because they sometimes occur in places where animals cannot enter easily... Like public restrooms and bedrooms.  Also they leave no trace of animal material so we can only assume that this killer is a human... A clever and dangerous--". Detective Mark got bopped in the head with Jim's hand... Causing his glasses to come loose.  "For Christ's sake, Mark... She doesn't need to hear all that... She has enough on her plate..."  Jim said in a slow an lazy manner.  "The mangler is our problem, kid... Don't worry about it too much..."  Jim said to Sunni.  "Sorry sir, I got carried away..."  Mark said politely as he adjusted his glasses. 


"So Kid, Lets go.  I'll take you over to my pace and I'll give you my extra keys... My house is a bit messy but it'll do for now until you get back on your feet..."  Jim said as he led her back to his car.


"commissioner, don't forget to come back to the station when you finish.  We have a lot of work to do!"  Mark yelled out.

Sunni held in a giggle as the detective got bopped in the head.


Violet mangling... Cool.


That wasn't Sunni. The girl, slightly disturbed, watched as Mr. Irons reminded Mark about whatever hardships she was going through. He then told her that the Mangler was their problem. But what if the Mangler ran after him? Sunni hoped that wouldn't happen. Sunni was then led to Mr. Iron's car and was told she would get keys and that the house was messy but would suffice. Sunni nodded. She looked up at the man's eyes and his messy hair. How old was he? She could sort of estimate him as around her parent's age... If he was her parent's age then he should have a wife and kids....


But why, then, would he let me in his apartment without asking permission?


Sunni concluded that he didn't have a wife or kids. Then Sunni decided that was enough of trying to figure out Mr. Irons, because it felt pretty rude.

 

[Alias]

Jonathan was about to go back to the dorm when he heard a strong whistling of the wind. He tried to follow its source until he found a bar with small twisters spinning around it. "How is that even possible?!", he yelled in a disbelief. He found it amazing that no one was awoken by the sudden blowing of the winds and their increased strength. What's even more odd is that the twisters themselves seem to be made of sand. Although right now, the twisters are only as big as the bar they're surrounding, they could soon form an even bigger tornado that could do more damage than leave a small trail of sand. 


"What to do, what to do...", Jonathan began pacing back and forth. He could try and wake everyone up and try to evacuate them, but even with his speen he doubts there would be enough time. An object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an equal and opposite reaction, he recalled one of Newton's widely known laws of motion. Perhaps if he ran around the twisters fast enough in the opposits direction, he could generate winds strong enough to negate the twister's momentum and kill it in  the process. He picked up a small plastic bag lying around and threw it to the air. " Clockwise, so I need to go counter clockwise", he muttered to himself silently. "Alright, Jonathan!", he told himself while stretching. "This is what your 9th grade physics teacher has been training you for". He sped off into a speeding blur and ran around the twister.

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


She refused the fry, "I don't know if they were card holders or not, but they looked ridiculous. I think they were dressed up as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask," She said this with a sigh. "I can't say I'm not impressed, nobody has done that since before dad was in charge. But 50 million seems a bit much. They also took a painting, but it's not even an interesting one." 


She slouched back in her seat, before straighting up again, And they quoted Team Rocket, like, why?" Zephyra ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not sure if I should congratulate them or kill them."

"One does not always need a reason to do anything, Zeph. You of all people should know that." Art said with a smile, taking another bite of his food.


"They'll be lucky if I don't find them.. On a different note, I found out that you have been taking men from some of my territory and bringing them to yours, and as a result, taking my money." At that moment Art seemed to get deadly serious. He looked up at her with his one eye, and took a sip of his drink. "Now, if you would have told me that you were doing this, I would have been able to understand. But treachery from my own sister cuts deep... what will we do about this?"

 

[FireMaiden]

"One does not always need a reason to do anything, Zeph. You of all people should know that." Art said with a smile, taking another bite of his food.


"They'll be lucky if I don't find them.. On a different note, I found out that you have been taking men from some of my territory and bringing them to yours, and as a result, taking my money." At that moment Art seemed to get deadly serious. He looked up at her with his one eye, and took a sip of his drink. "Now, if you would have told me that you were doing this, I would have been able to understand. But treachery from my own sister cuts deep... what will we do about this?"

Zephyra MacNessa


The woman cocked her eyebrow, "Arthur, have you forgotten that, even if I have more power than you, we do run the same thing?" She asked , leaving forward resting her elbows on the table. "There so no territory but ours, so therefore, no little dispute we should be having. I simply moved the men because business was slowing down where you had them." She paused when the waitress can back over to ask how everything was, and to take Zephyra's order.


She continued speaking once the waitress had left. "Think about it like this. If you had asked me sooner, I would have informed you without making you look stupid. And would have also told you that your money could be picked up as normal by the same men, and your profits almost doubled." Zephyra answered him with a small smile. "So we will do nothing about it, and somehow learn to work together because frankly, it's rather boring working by ones self."

 

[IamNotLoki]

"Yes... please!" Sunni said.


Sunni then wondered why Mr. Irons slept at the police station. Maybe he always had to be on duty?


Must be stressful...


The girl wondered what living at a police station was like. She imagined an office with a sleeping bag... That would be rather depressing... Sunni knew she was sort of assuming that this man lived at the police station, but it seemed a bit likely. She then remembered how one of her officers talked about a mangler...


"What's a Mangler?" She asked.


Come to think of it, Sunni had heard the word on the news before. Then again, she never really listened to it due to how fast the weather forecast was. 

The pair rode on to a big apartment complex a few blocks from the police station.  "Alright, lets go get you settled..."   Jim led Sunni up the stairs to a red door with the numbers 523 on it.  The detective pulled out keys from his pocket, held by a keychain.  He took out one of the keys and unlocked the door.  He gave it to Sunni.  "Here you go,"  He opened the door.  The apartment was a dark abyss.  "Let me turn the lights on..."  Jim said as he flicked the light switch on.  


The living room was modest and simple.  A worn out leather couch set surrounded an old television.  At the center of the sofas was a small coffee table.  On that table was a mug half filled with coffee... who knows how longs that's been there.  Also, next to the cup, was last week's newspaper.  There was also a green ashtray next to the paper... filled with a pile of used cigarettes.  Around the edges of the house were little tables with framed photographs set face down for some reason.


((Click to view what's on the photographs))

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A young man that looks a lot like Jim with a young redheaded woman.  They are smiling on each side of an infant boy.  Seems to be taken at a park.

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A picture of a young boy dressed in a baseball uniform.

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wedding photo of a young couple.

"Err.... geez... I need to clean up..."  He sighed as he lifted a box.  He put all the photographs in the box and carried it someplace.


He came back.


"Come on here's the kitchen... feel free to eat whatever you want... but save some coffee for me, alright?"  He said as he led her to the small kitchen.  The sink is piled up with used bowls.  Some cereal can still be seen within the unwashed bowls.   There was a small wooden table with just one chair.  A stove that seems unused... and a microwave that seems to be used a lot.


((Click to open the pantry))

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A dozen cereal boxes, ketchup, peanut butter, jelly, sliced bread.

((Click to open fridge))

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Half a gallon of milk, orange juice.  The freezer has a bunch of microwavable food.

"You can tell I don't cook... heh.."  He laughed pathetically.  "You can use the guest room over here... or you can use my room if you want... I rarely sleep here..."  He said lazily pointing to his room.  It had a modest bed.  Seems to be the neatest room in the house.


The guest room was opposite of his room.  It was not furnished.  Just a desk and a laptop... no bed.


((Click to open the door to the bathroom))

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barely decorated bathroom.  Tub/shower combo.  dark green curtains.  A bottle of air freshener on the back of the toilet.  Simple but appears clean.

"So sorry... there's a phone over there if you need to make calls..."  Jim went to his closet and hung his coat.  He pulled out a sweater and wore it.  He grabbed a different coat and wore that over the sweater.  "I gotta go back to the station, you can stay here if you want... if you touch anything, please put it back where it belongs..."  He said kindly, he seems to be trusting her not to take anything valuable.  He walked to the door.

 

[doneanddusted]

The pair rode on to a big apartment complex a few blocks from the police station.  "Alright, lets go get you settled..."   Jim led Sunni up the stairs to a red door with the numbers 523 on it.  The detective pulled out keys from his pocket, held by a keychain.  He took out one of the keys and unlocked the door.  He gave it to Sunni.  "Here you go,"  He opened the door.  The apartment was a dark abyss.  "Let me turn the lights on..."  Jim said as he flicked the light switch on.  


The living room was modest and simple.  A worn out leather couch set surrounded an old television.  At the center of the sofas was a small coffee table.  On that table was a mug half filled with coffee... who knows how longs that's been there.  Also, next to the cup, was last week's newspaper.  There was also a green ashtray next to the paper... filled with a pile of used cigarettes.  Around the edges of the house were little tables with framed photographs set face down for some reason.


((Click to view what's on the photographs))

Spoiler

A young man that looks a lot like Jim with a young redheaded woman.  They are smiling on each side of an infant boy.  Seems to be taken at a park.

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A picture of a young boy dressed in a baseball uniform.

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wedding photo of a young couple.

"Err.... geez... I need to clean up..."  He sighed as he lifted a box.  He put all the photographs in the box and carried it someplace.


He came back.


"Come on here's the kitchen... feel free to eat whatever you want... but save some coffee for me, alright?"  He said as he led her to the small kitchen.  The sink is piled up with used bowls.  Some cereal can still be seen within the unwashed bowls.   There was a small wooden table with just one chair.  A stove that seems unused... and a microwave that seems to be used a lot.


((Click to open the pantry))

Spoiler

A dozen cereal boxes, ketchup, peanut butter, jelly, sliced bread.

((Click to open fridge))

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Half a gallon of milk, orange juice.  The freezer has a bunch of microwavable food.

"You can tel I don't cook... heh.."  He laughed pathetically.  "You can use the guest room over here... or you can use my room if you want... I rarely sleep here..."  He said lazily pointing to his room.  It had a modest bed.  Seems to be the neatest room in the house.


The guest room was opposite of his room.  It was not furnished.  Just a desk and a laptop... no bed.


"So sorry... there's a phone over there if you need to make calls..."  Jim went to his closet and hung his coat.  He pulled out a sweater and wore it.  He grabbed a different coat and wore that over the sweater.  "I gotta go back to the station, you can stay here if you want... if you touch anything, please put it back where it belongs..."  He said kindly, he seems to be trusting her not to take anything valuable.  He walked to the door.

Sunni looked around curiously, taking it all in. She blinked. Her eyes fell on three photos that were face down. Immense curiosity flooded her, but it was followed by disappointment when Mr. Irons put it away somewhere. That was what he called cleaning up.


Mr. Irons should be taking better care of this place. she decided. I'll clean this place for him. Then I can see what those pictures are of.


Sunni took a peak at the small kitchen, which looked equally as depressing and unclean. An unused oven and an overused microwave... And a cluttered sink. This place needed some work done on it. The girl took a look at the pantry. There were a dozen cereal boxes, ketchup, peanut butter, jelly, and sliced bread. In the fridge was a half a gallon of milk and orange juice. The freezer had a bunch of microwavable food. Nothing seemed pretty appetizing... Sunni was thankful she knew how to cook.


Sunni looked over at Mr. Iron's room, very modest and neat. He never slept there... 


He must always be sleeping at the police station...


And the guest room didn't even have a bed. Sunni watched as Mr. Irons prepared to leave. She started thinking quickly. She didn't really want cereal, and she had a good amount of money in her backpack... She could easily go over to the supermarket to buy ingredients and she had her phone with her in case she got lost... Yea, she could do this.


"Ah... one question," Sunni said quickly before he could leave. "Do you want anything other than cereal for breakfast? I mean... uh... eating only cereal gets boring... doesn't it?"

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


The woman cocked her eyebrow, "Arthur, have you forgotten that, even if I have more power than you, we do run the same thing?" She asked , leaving forward resting her elbows on the table. "There so no territory but ours, so therefore, no little dispute we should be having. I simply moved the men because business was slowing down where you had them." She paused when the waitress can back over to ask how everything was, and to take Zephyra's order.


She continued speaking once the waitress had left. "Think about it like this. If you had asked me sooner, I would have informed you without making you look stupid. And would have also told you that your money could be picked up as normal by the same men, and your profits almost doubled." Zephyra answered him with a small smile. "So we will do nothing about it, and somehow learn to work together because frankly, it's rather boring working by ones self."

"I am not stupid, Zeph. The problem is that you took them without notifying me. Dad said that you and I would split this business. And it does not take an idiot to show that you're not splitting it with me. I need these men in my sector. I have plans that you couldn't even comprehend. And if you take my men, we will go to shit. We MacNessas follow a simple code. Keep family close. And I will not have you tear this business apart because of your arrogance. My profits doubled for a week, but they have been on a steep decline ever since you moved them out. So steep, that I can't work out the losses yet. So I am going to ask again. What do we do abut this?"

 

[FireMaiden]

"I am not stupid, Zeph. The problem is that you took them without notifying me. Dad said that you and I would split this business. And it does not take an idiot to show that you're not splitting it with me. I need these men in my sector. I have plans that you couldn't even comprehend. And if you take my men, we will go to shit. We MacNessas follow a simple code. Keep family close. And I will not have you tear this business apart because of your arrogance. My profits doubled for a week, but they have been on a steep decline ever since you moved them out. So steep, that I can't work out the losses yet. So I am going to ask again. What do we do abut this?"

Zephyra MacNessa


She rolled her eyes, and sighed, "Just when I thought we could go a meal without arguing," She muttered under her breath. "Fine, I'll move them back, but you've seen to have forgotten something." She saidsaid this with a certain tone she hasn't had for awhile. "Dad said nothing about splitting it, and you have no right to talk about him." 


"So, what we will do, is I'll move the men back, and you will remeber who is in charge, got it?" Zephyra said."And you will tell me what these plans are."

 

[IamNotLoki]

Sunni looked around curiously, taking it all in. She blinked. Her eyes fell on three photos that were face down. Immense curiosity flooded her, but it was followed by disappointment when Mr. Irons put it away somewhere. That was he called cleaning up.


Mr. Irons should be taking better care of this place. she decided. I'll clean this place for him. Then I can see what those pictures are of.


Sunni took a peak at the small kitchen, which looked equally as depressing and unclean. An unused oven and an overused microwave... And a cluttered sink. This place needed some work done on it. The girl took a look at the pantry. There were a dozen cereal boxes, ketchup, peanut butter, jelly, and sliced bread. In the fridge was a half a gallon of milk and orange juice. The freezer had a bunch of microwavable food. Nothing seemed pretty appetizing... Sunni was thankful she knew how to cook.


Sunni looked over at Mr. Iron's room, very modest and neat. He never slept there... 


He must always be sleeping at the police station...


And the guest room didn't even have a bed. Sunni watched as Mr. Irons prepared to leave. She started thinking quickly. She didn't really want cereal, and she had a good amount of money in her backpack... She could easily go over to the supermarket to buy ingredients and she had her phone with her in case she got lost... Yea, she could do this.


"Ah... one question," Sunni said quickly before he could leave. "Do you want anything other than cereal for breakfast? I mean... uh... eating only cereal gets boring... doesn't it?"

Jim stopped walking and couldn't help but smirk.  "It's been a long time since I've had home cooking... I'm not really sure..."  He grinned at her.  "If you need anything, just call me okay?"  Jim gripped the doorknob.


"Oh... if you're going to go outside, be careful."  He looked at her seriously.  "There will be a lot of people looking for your card.  I doubt its just us two..."  He sighed.  "I want to ask you for help with this investigation, but I don't want to put you in danger.  Just take care of yourself for now, okay?"  He said with a laid-back attitude before opening the door.  "If you need to see me, I'll be at the police station... I'll be working all day I think.  Be careful!"  He said before leaving.

 

[doneanddusted]

(Where did Jim put the pictures?)

Jim stopped walking and couldn't help but smirk.  "It's been a long time since I've had home cooking... I'm not really sure..."  He grinned at her.  "If you need anything, just call me okay?"  Jim gripped the doorknob.


"Oh... if you're going to go outside, be careful."  He looked at her seriously.  "There will be a lot of people looking for your card.  I doubt its just us two..."  He sighed.  "I want to ask you for help with this investigation, but I don't want to put you in danger.  Just take care of yourself for now, okay?"  He said with a laid-back attitude before opening the door.  "If you need to see me, I'll be at the police station... I'll be working all day I think.  Be careful!"  He said before leaving.

Workaholic.


Sunni watched as Mr. Irons left, nodding the whole time he spoke. She then looked around her, letting the silence fill the air. She decided to take Mr. Iron's room primarily because it was very neat and it had a bed. She dropped her backpack off there and put her card in her backpack. Sunni then made her way to the kitchen, looking at everything. She'd have to clean the sink first. Ugh. Sunni quickly searched up the nearest grocery market (which wasn't all that far away) and took a 20 dollar bill with her. She ran over with her phone as her GPS, and hunted every area of the store for anything on sale she learned that from her parents until she finally found a good deal for some flour, sugar, baking soda, and eggs. She also bought some cheap dish washing liquid. The girl bought it with the 20 dollar bill, took the change, and hauled everything back to the apartment. She really made sure she didn't get lost. Sunni then got to work. 


The girl first placed the eggs in the fridge. She then put everything else in the pantry. She looked over at the sink and groaned. Sunni turned the sink water on as hot as she could bear and waited as the sink was filled with hot water. She started washing the silverware, trying not to think too much as she rubbed anything dirty off. She put it neatly on the counter. Next came glasses and mugs. Mostly mugs. That was cleaned and put on the counter, too. Then came the bowls... Sunni cleaned some with dish washing liquid, drained the sink, refilled, and cleaned more. After a good SEVEN FUCKING HOURS two hours or so, Sunni had managed to wash everything and had put it on the counter. Sunni looked at her wet, wrinkled hands. She washed and dried them quickly before rushing over to the living room. The coffee mug went into the sink and then on to the counter. Sunni didn't read the newspaper. She put her change into her backpack and then sighed, looking around. 


I could look for that box. Sunni thought, remembering how Mr. Irons put it away the moment she came in. I'm sure he won't get too bothered if I look at it... right?

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


She rolled her eyes, and sighed, "Just when I thought we could go a meal without arguing," She muttered under her breath. "Fine, I'll move them back, but you've seen to have forgotten something." She saidsaid this with a certain tone she hasn't had for awhile. "Dad said nothing about splitting it, and you have no right to talk about him." 


"So, what we will do, is I'll move the men back, and you will remeber who is in charge, got it?" Zephyra said."And you will tell me what these plans are."

Art clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth when she mentioned his father. From what he did to us, I have more of a right than you.. Art thought, but dropped it quickly.


"My plan was to try and assimilate the Irish Mafia. There is a new don that was put in power, since the old one was killed. The kid taking over, Flanagan, knows jack shit. So I have been getting on his good side by vouching for his protection. All the while, I have been putting my guys in his territory and getting on the good side of his guys. I say that in a month, the kid'll either be dead, or go into hiding. And with him out of the way, I make my move."

 

[IamNotLoki]

Jonathan was about to go back to the dorm when he heard a strong whistling of the wind. He tried to follow its source until he found a bar with small twisters spinning around it. "How is that even possible?!", he yelled in a disbelief. He found it amazing that no one was awoken by the sudden blowing of the winds and their increased strength. What's even more odd is that the twisters themselves seem to be made of sand. Although right now, the twisters are only as big as the bar they're surrounding, they could soon form an even bigger tornado that could do more damage than leave a small trail of sand. 


"What to do, what to do...", Jonathan began pacing back and forth. He could try and wake everyone up and try to evacuate them, but even with his speen he doubts there would be enough time. An object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an equal and opposite reaction, he recalled one of Newton's widely known laws of motion. Perhaps if he ran around the twisters fast enough in the opposits direction, he could generate winds strong enough to negate the twister's momentum and kill it in  the process. He picked up a small plastic bag lying around and threw it to the air. " Clockwise, so I need to go counter clockwise", he muttered to himself silently. "Alright, Jonathan!", he told himself while stretching. "This is what your 9th grade physics teacher has been training you for". He sped off into a speeding blur and ran around the twister.

Bonnie and Clyde held on to each other as the sandstorm raged outside.  "A-are we going to die, Clyde!?"  She said as she hugged Clyde tightly.  "We ain't gonna die, baby!  Don't worry!"  Then he heard a loud bang... the sound of a strong wind crashing on the roof.  "EAAAYA!!!"  Clyde exclaimed.  "Just kiddin' darlin'  we are definately gonna die!"  Clyde yelled as they huddled closer together.  "Clyde!  I love you, baby!"  Bonnie said with tears in her eyes.  "I know baby!"  Clyde yelped out.


Gradually the howling sounds started to die down.


"H-Hey Clyde... listen... its fading!"  Bonnie said as the winds started to get weaker and weaker.


Clyde cupped his ear and placed it on the door.  "You're right babe..."  He said, listening outside,


He opened the door slightly to take a peek.


"Ouch!"  He recoiled.


"Huh?  Are you okay Clyde?"


"Got goddamned sand in my eye..."  He said rubbing it out.  


Bonnie took her turn to peek.


"WHOAOAOA!"  She gasped when she saw the super fast blur running around their restaurant.


"Clyde... I think I found... Sonic the Hedgehog!"  She laughed.

 

[FireMaiden]

Art clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth when she mentioned his father. From what he did to us, I have more of a right than you.. Art thought, but dropped it quickly.


"My plan was to try and assimilate the Irish Mafia. There is a new don that was put in power, since the old one was killed. The kid taking over, Flanagan, knows jack shit. So I have been getting on his good side by vouching for his protection. All the while, I have been putting my guys in his territory and getting on the good side of his guys. I say that in a month, the kid'll either be dead, or go into hiding. And with him out of the way, I make my move."

Zephyra MacNessa


She thought for a moment before speaking, "Ok, good. They've always been an annoyance to us, so that would actually benifit us." She leaned back in her seat, "So, do you know when Milo is coming back?" She finally asked after an awkward few minutes of silence. 

 

[IamNotLoki]

(Where did Jim put the pictures?)


Workaholic.


Sunni watched as Mr. Irons left, nodding the whole time he spoke. She then looked around her, letting the silence fill the air. She decided to take Mr. Iron's room primarily because it was very neat and it had a bed. She dropped her backpack off there and put her card in her backpack. Sunni then made her way to the kitchen, looking at everything. She'd have to clean the sink first. Ugh. Sunni quickly searched up the nearest grocery market (which wasn't all that far away) and took a 20 dollar bill with her. She ran over with her phone as her GPS, and hunted every area of the store for anything on sale she learned that from her parents until she finally found a good deal for some flour, sugar, baking soda, and eggs. She also bought some cheap dish washing liquid. The girl bought it with the 20 dollar bill, took the change, and hauled everything back to the apartment. She really made sure she didn't get lost. Sunni then got to work. 


The girl first placed the eggs in the fridge. She then put everything else in the pantry. She looked over at the sink and groaned. Sunni turned the sink water on as hot as she could bear and waited as the sink was filled with hot water. She started washing the silverware, trying not to think too much as she rubbed anything dirty off. She put it neatly on the counter. Next came glasses and mugs. Mostly mugs. That was cleaned and put on the counter, too. Then came the bowls... Sunni cleaned some with dish washing liquid, drained the sink, refilled, and cleaned more. After a good SEVEN FUCKING HOURS two hours or so, Sunni had managed to wash everything and had put it on the counter. Sunni looked at her wet, wrinkled hands. She washed and dried them quickly before rushing over to the living room. The coffee mug went into the sink and then on to the counter. Sunni didn't read the newspaper. She put her change into her backpack and then sighed, looking around. 


I could look for that box. Sunni thought, remembering how Mr. Irons put it away the moment she came in. I'm sure he won't get too bothered if I look at it... right?

The box sat under the bed of Jim's room.


((Inside the box))

Spoiler

The three photograph's of his family mentioned before.  Photos of Jim's wife and son.  Random papers... divorce papers.  Drawings of a family crudely made with crayon.  A baseball cap and glove.  Newpaper clippings of a shooting accident between two gang members... a child was shot and was sent to the hospital.  A torn up letter.


((if you piece together the letter))



Spoiler



Dear Jim,


I can't take it anymore, you not being here all the time.  I have been very sad since Joey passed.  I'm sorry but I really can't stand being with you anymore.  I want a divorce.  Goodbye Jim, and good luck with your career.  I don't ever want to see you again.

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At the police station.


"Are you sure about having her in your house, commissioner?  Doesn't that seem... kind of scandalous?"  Mark said as he cleaned his glasses.  Jim sighed.  "The kid has nowhere to go, Mark... It'll only be for a few days,"  Jim combed back his hair with his fingers.  "Hmmm... alright chief..."  Mark sighed.  Here I've set up the chart for you... chronologically arranged based on time of death.


"The first victim's name is Mary Scarlet, age 28, recent college graduate... interning as a graphic designer at a magazine, estimated time of death is September 20, 2016 8:30PM... body found mangled in her apartment. "


The photo shows a beautiful blonde woman with a cheerful smile.


"Second victim is Margaret Ross, age 30, coffee shop barista... starbucks.  ETD: September 31, 2016  7:20PM... body found behind the Starbucks,"


The photo showed a younger-looking woman with dyed blonde hair.  


"This is where things deviate.  Third victim's name is Samuel Lee, age 45, works as a plumber.  ETD October 15, 2016 7:30PM... body found in his truck."


The photo shows a middle aged asian man with a grim expression.


"The next one is another male... Joe Matches.  Age 30.  Suspected drug trafficker and suspected member of the Devils gang.  Recently got out of prison, ETD October 19, 2016 7:35PM...  Body found face-down on a river,"


Photo shows a rugged white man with a fire tattoo on his head.


"Back to females.  Leona Baragar... Age 24.  Unemployed, lives with parents.  ETD October 20, 2016 7:50PM... Body found in an elevator in a public building,"


Photo shows a blonde, spunky young girl with green eyes.


"Next is Andrew Robertson... Age 60.  Retired marine.  ETD October 25, 2016 8:00PM... Body found at his home," 


Photo shows an old African american man.


"The latest victim is Jacob Smith... Age 25.  Intern.  ETD November 14, 2016 11:00 PM... Body found in a dark alley"


Shows a picture of a young man.


Jim rubbed his chin and tried to find a pattern.  "So.... not a lot of similarities.  All the females killed were blonde though... dyed or otherwise... maybe that means something..."  He sighed.  "First two were women around the same age... Hmmm...."  He sighed.


"Oh... what school did first victim Mary Scarlet graduate from?"  Jim asked Mark.

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


She thought for a moment before speaking, "Ok, good. They've always been an annoyance to us, so that would actually benifit us." She leaned back in her seat, "So, do you know when Milo is coming back?" She finally asked after an awkward few minutes of silence. 

"In a week." Art said, looking back up at her, his one eye piercing her soul.


"To say that I have no right to speak of father would mean that you forgot what he did to us... I'm glad he's dead."

 

[doneanddusted]

The box sat under the bed of Jim's room.


((Inside the box))

Spoiler

The three photograph's of his family mentioned before.  Photos of Jim's wife and son.  Random papers... divorce papers.  Drawings of a family crudely made with crayon.  A baseball cap and glove.  Newpaper clippings of a shooting accident between two gang members... a child was shot and was sent to the hospital.  A torn up letter.


((if you piece together the letter))



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Dear Jim,


I can't take it anymore, you not being here all the time.  I have been very sad since Joey passed.  I'm sorry but I really can't stand being with you anymore.  I want a divorce.  Goodbye Jim, and good luck with your career.  I don't ever want to see you again.

(k thanks)


Sunni sat on her bed, locking the door. Why did she lock the door? Habit... She used to always lock the door to keep her cousins out whenever they came over (ALL THE TIME) and so she continued locking the doors even now when she wasn't in Japan anymore. The girl explored the room a bit. Nothing much. The house had an overall theme of modesty and laziness... The exception being the neatness of this room. Well, it made sense. Mr. Irons must've never slept here. Sunni took a deep breath, then searched the room for that one special box. The one box she had immense curiosity for. Hiding it was just asking for it to be discovered, after all. She searched under the bed and reached her hand in it, trying to search for whatever. Her hand received a lot of dust... but she also felt the smooth surface of something.


Ah ha! Of course he'd put it somewhere easy to find... 


Sunni pulled on the smooth surface and pulled out the box she had seen earlier. She wiped her hand from all the dust she had collected. Sunni took the lid off, filled with excitement. It was as if she was opening the box to some treasure. The girl knew she really shouldn't be excited over finding three pictures, but Sunni was known as immature for a reason. The girl found the three face down pictures and took a look at them. One was of a woman, a man, and their little infant son at a park. Sunni blinked. Was that Mr. Irons? He looked pretty young in there.


Awe... the baby's so cute!


Sunni grinned. So this was Mr. Iron's wife and baby? That wasn't possible... he clearly didn't have a wife. Maybe this was his sister. Second picture... little boy in a baseball uniform. Cool, cool... Third picture... a wedding picture.


That's Mr. Irons and the woman again!


So they were a married couple??? Sunni put the pictures back in the box. 


They must be divorced...


Sunni looked in the box. Sure enough, there were divorce papers. There was also a baseball cap and a glove (Sunni wasn't too interested in baseball). There was also a torn up letter. The girl put it back together on the floor. Sunni could read a few broken fragments (she was horrible at reading English written by other people):


Dear Jim, you not being here... sad since Joey passed... I'm sorry but... anymore... I want...  Goodbye... career... don't... want to... see you again.


Sunni blinked. Who was Joey? And why was passing a bad thing? Sunni's school paper once said that she passed, but her parents were proud of her. Confused, Sunni put that back into the box. She then looked at a cut out article from a newspaper. Apparently a kid got shot and was sent to the hospital. Sunni thought for a moment, but her mind was really too tired to figure anything else but that Mr. Irons had a kid and a wife but the two got divorced. Sunni put everything into the box and put it back under the bed. Sunni didn't do anything wrong... right? She had done exactly what Mr. Irons had asked her to... put anything she found back. The girl put her backpack on the floor next to the bed, changed into sleepwear, and unlocked the door (she didn't want Mr. Irons checking on her, finding it open, and kicking it down or something). She then turned off the lights and climbed into bed. Her mind swam with thoughts. Why exactly was Joey passing a bad thing? Why was the newspaper article in the box? Who exactly was Mr. Irons? 


Sunni shook those thoughts away and sighed. She brought our her phone and decided to watch some YouTube. Then she would sleep.


(I just realized how lying to Jim will be impossible)

 

[FireMaiden]

"In a week." Art said, looking back up at her, his one eye piercing her soul.


"To say that I have no right to speak of father would mean that you forgot what he did to us... I'm glad he's dead."

Zephyra MacNessa


She was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "Does he have a place to stay?" She asked asked bout Milo. She didn't even want to continue speaking a hour their father. Just....she couldn't. The thought of him asked bout him her sick. "I have a spare room in my apartment if he doesn't."

 

[IamNotLoki]

"Hmmm... says here she went to NYU..." Mark read her file.  Jim smirked.  "Hmmm... hey didn't you go to NYU, kid?"  Jim asked.  "Haha yeah... big campus though so I've never met her..."  Mark said as they kept on looking at the victims.  


The two tried to brainstorm on the Mangler case.


"What I don't understand is how the Mangler manages to break bone like that... I just don't think it's possible to replicate.  Is there some sort of murder weapon that can brutalize flesh that easily?  What whats up with witnesses saying the mangler is some sort of giant animal?  What is it?  A cryptid?"  Mark held his waist with frustration.


"It could be an animal... but how did it enter people's houses?  In the case of Leona, she was killed in an elevator in a densely populated area.  How come nobody reported seeing any animals?"  Jim scratched his chin.


"Mark... listen, I've been holding back information from the other police members.  Will you promise not to tell anyone about what I'm telling you now?" Jim said as he shut the blinds closed, leaving the two alone in the room.


"Oh?  You know me, Chief... I'm always on your side..."  Mark smirked and put his hands in his pockets.


Jim pulled out a black card and flashed it at Mark.  "Look at this... can you read what this says?"  Jim asked.


"Whoa, is that some sort of foreign business card?"  He asked.


"No..."  Jim looked at the anchor hanging above Mark.  It seemed like Mark has never done anything sinful in his life.  The scales look fairly balanced.  


"This card allows me to see if someone's guilty of a crime or not..."  Jim says as he handed Mark the card.


"Oh?"  Mark scoffed as if Jim was telling a joke.  "I don't understand Chief... I might be young but I'm not gullible!"  Mark handed the card back.


"It does a couple of other things too..."  Jim pointed at a chair.


Suddenly, green bandages erupted from the floor and wrapped around the chair.  The bandages lifted the chair up.


"WHAT THE---"  Mark backed away in shock.


"I can summon bandages in any area I want... they seem to follow my mental commands..."  Jim said as the bandages slowly put down the chair.


"What's this gotta do with the Mangler?"  Mark asked.


"I know I am not the only one to receive one of these cards.  I have a feeling the recent strange events in the news are caused by people using these cards...."  Jim explained.  "I want to assemble a team of our top officers to help investigate everyone who might have these cards.  Also I want to recruit others who are willing to lend their powers to us for good... I want to work together with other card-holders in stopping the Mangler..."  Jim looked at Mark with lazy eyes.


"Like... the justice league?"  Mark smirked.


"Goddamit Mark, I'm serious..."  Jim rubbed his temple.


"Alright... make a list of the people you want in on this case... and I'll talk to the officers..."  Mark smiled.


"Actually on second thought... I just want this between us... In case the FBI gets a whiff of what we're doing here... I want them out of the loop.  We need to make a private team of people we can trust.  We need to go looking for card holders..."  Jim replied.


Mark sighed.  "You're willing to work with random civilians just to keep the other cops out of the loop?"  Mark asked.


"Don't judge me..."  Jim said as he looked at the victims again. "We must put a stop to the Mangler, once and for all.


"How are we suppose to find the people holding the cards then?"  Mark asked.


"We observe... and we ask..." Jim added.

 

[The Omen of Death]

Lavernius was thankful she had accepted his apology. He shivered as memories he'd rather not remember tried to come back. LA pushed them away violently and managed to focus on the woman's words. But, they were interrupted by a hot dog cart owner? Lavernius was confused at this man's sudden appearance. Why was he yelling at them? He peered over the man's shoulder and spotted it down the road. The memory of the brief feeling impact after his daring run came back and his eyes widened. Lavernius also spotted that the stand that held that cart in place was up. He turned to watch the woman tear into the man and couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.


"Sorry buddy, but you left the stand up." Lavernius said. "There's no way my fall should have sent the cart that far if at all. But with no stand up, you saw what happened."


@The Omen of Death

[COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]The Hotdog stand owner, was quite stubborn, because he was still unrelenting in his feeble attempt to get Anastasiya or Lavernius to get the cart back there and pay for the damages. And as it seems her last words seemingly caused him to melodramatically take offense. "Oho! So now your sayin' I am greedy! Also, speak fuckin' English!" Then as Lavernius added, the hot dog stands owner turned his attention to him. "Hey tough guy, if dat stoopid fuckin' head of yawhs wasn't bein' a mawhon, yuh would see yuh pushed de god damn ting off de curb and into de road! Okay? How do yuh explain de fact dat it's dere, or what? Huh pal, or what? Did it just suddenly decide tuh grow a pair of legs and wawhk across de street?" That's when Anastasiya looked over and saw the same thing that LA was seeing. So she glared back at the hot dog cart owner and said. "Come on, stop being such a god damn douche and now start insulting him just because he is pointing out the truth! Or are you just too blind to realize what is going on!" The man who had not stopped glaring at LA, continued his assault saying. "[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]I could careless who de hell I insult, as long as I get compensated fawh dis by eithuh yuh or your stoopid ass commie Russian bitch. Yuh with me?" This instantly caused Anastasiya to get extremely pissed off, she had the primal predatory glare of someone who totally wanted to rip him limb from limb right now. She was clenching her fists, completely trying to restrain herself from doing so.[/COLOR]

 

[Eagleye415]

[COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]The Hotdog stand owner, was quite stubborn, because he was still unrelenting in his feeble attempt to get Anastasiya or Lavernius to get the cart back there and pay for the damages. And as it seems her last words seemingly caused him to melodramatically take offense. "Oho! So now your sayin' I am greedy! Also, speak fuckin' English!" Then as Lavernius added, the hot dog stands owner turned his attention to him. "Hey tough guy, if dat stoopid fuckin' head of yawhs wasn't bein' a mawhon, yuh would see yuh pushed de god damn ting off de curb and into de road! Okay? How do yuh explain de fact dat it's dere, or what? Huh pal, or what? Did it just suddenly decide tuh grow a pair of legs and wawhk across de street?" That's when Anastasiya looked over and saw the same thing that LA was seeing. So she glared back at the hot dog cart owner and said. "Come on, stop being such a god damn douche and now start insulting him just because he is pointing out the truth! Or are you just too blind to realize what is going on!" The man who had not stopped glaring at LA, continued his assault saying. "[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]I could careless who de hell I insult, as long as I get compensated fawh dis by eithuh yuh or your stoopid ass commie Russian bitch. Yuh with me?" This instantly caused Anastasiya to get extremely pissed off, she had the primal predatory glare of someone who totally wanted to rip him limb from limb right now. She was clenching her fists, completely trying to restrain herself from doing so.[/COLOR]

Lavernius saw that this situation was escalating and tried to find a way to resolve it. He honestly hadn't noticed the vendor and certainly didn't expect to be in this situation. LA struggled to think of a way to stop this situation with this unreasonable, very insulting man without responding in kind. He walked away from the pair and paced back and forth. Lavernius suddenly stopped in his tracks as the man called the Russian woman a 'commie'. He stalked toward the man and loomed over him.


"What did you just say?" Lavernius's eyes burned a crimson red of their own accord and a black handle came out of the ground. He unconsciously grabbed it and pulled free the three prong black steel pitchfork. LA was pissed off more than he should be. His voice came out an octave deeper than normal. "Repeat what you just said." Lavernius was unaware that he had brandished the pitchfork as if to strike.


@The Omen of Death

 

[Safety Hammer]

Zephyra MacNessa


She was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "Does he have a place to stay?" She asked asked bout Milo. She didn't even want to continue speaking a hour their father. Just....she couldn't. The thought of him asked bout him her sick. "I have a spare room in my apartment if he doesn't."

"No, he's staying with me. He said you guys weren't on great terms when he left." Art answered, finishing up his burger. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then itched his beard.


"You have a boyfriend yet, Zeph?"

 

[The Omen of Death]

Lavernius saw that this situation was escalating and tried to find a way to resolve it. He honestly hadn't noticed the vendor and certainly didn't expect to be in this situation. LA struggled to think of a way to stop this situation with this unreasonable, very insulting man without responding in kind. He walked away from the pair and paced back and forth. Lavernius suddenly stopped in his tracks as the man called the Russian woman a 'commie'. He stalked toward the man and loomed over him.


"What did you just say?" Lavernius's eyes burned a crimson red of their own accord and a black handle came out of the ground. He unconsciously grabbed it and pulled free the three prong black steel pitchfork. LA was pissed off more than he should be. His voice came out an octave deeper than normal. "Repeat what you just said." Lavernius was unaware that he had brandished the pitchfork as if to strike.


@The Omen of Death

[COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]Anastasiya was literally about to take physical action when she noticed after LA was pacing. Then suddenly she noticed his eyes turn red, and the black steel glistening pitchfork being conjured out of the ground. She already deduced that he probably held a black card as well, but what he did was so out of nowhere that it actually surprised her a little bit and she put the connection in her head as she mused to herself "V[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]ily... Krasnyye glaza... Eto znak d'yavola ..." (The pitchfork... The red eyes... It's the sign of the devil...) Looking at him, LA did not seem to be too bad of a man overall, he simply seemed to be a thrill seeker... [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]The hot dog stand owner although, in the moment was not expecting this and his eyes widened up as he witnessed this go on. He started to slowly back up and then cried aloud. "[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(69, 69, 69)]Holy shit! Dis guy is de devil! I gotta get outta here!" Anastasiya looking on saw Lavernius poised to strike the man with his pitchfork, and instantly she had only a few seconds to comprehend what was going on, and what to do... She didn't want the man to get off the hook this easy, but she couldn't just bring him back over and have him at risked for being stabbed and possibly impaled by a pitchfork, especially since she didn't want to have to use force to stop LA... Especially since people were now watching what was going down, and recording it. That's when she made her decision. Feeling for her whip, she found it and in one quick motion she wrapped it, and without harming the man she got a hold of him tightly and brought him back over. With him screaming "No, no please! Doan kill me! Okay? I promise I can give yuh everythin' I have! Just please doan kill me!" Keeping a tight grip around the whip she instantly turned to Lavernius, and her normally cold gunmetal blue eyes suddenly warmed up, like a meadow after a long cold winter blooming into spring. And then she passionately pleaded for the moment saying "Please don't stab him with the pitchfork! People are watching and recording this! I know he is a total sack of shit, but you don't need to stab him ok? Please, I beg of you snap out of it!" Her tone was that of pleading and with some reassurance. She quickly looked back to the owner and said "Apologize for saying that about me you ignorant scumbag!" The man instantly with fearful eyes crying said. "I am so truly sawhry fawh callin' yuh a stoopid ass commie Russian bitch! Okay? Now please let me go!" Honestly Anastasiya did not accept it, but she needed this to deescalate from this treat of people being stabbed. She then looked back at LA and said. "See!?! He apologized please don't kill him!" She looked him directly in the eyes as she said it with a reassuring but serious face.[/COLOR]

 

[FireMaiden]

"No, he's staying with me. He said you guys weren't on great terms when he left." Art answered, finishing up his burger. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then itched his beard.


"You have a boyfriend yet, Zeph?"

Zephyra MacNessa 


She was quite for a few seconds. They weren't on good terms? Why? Oh, wait, the fight. It was rather nasty, and not really what sibling should do, but Zephyra had completely forgotten what it was about. Soemthing stupid, she knew that much. "Uh, no." She replied. "I haven't had a boyfriend since Nathaniel. " She said. He had left her a few years ago, and she hasn't rely felt like dating anyone since.