siri, how do i cover up a murder?

“Shh!” Persephone aggressively typed the last of her article. She had been working overtime to get this done, the bags under her eyes were proof of that. Once she typed the last of it, she looked back up. “What’s up?”

“the food here is shit.” no one had asked for her opinion, but then again ; they very rarely DID, and she still chose to give it. taking one final drag out of the cigarette burning steadily between the fingers of her left hand, nikki stubbed it out on the wall behind her and flicked the stub in the direction of the front door - a subtle fuck you to the company who’s uniform she was still wearing, though she had no right to be. pa’s diner hadn’t exactly been the highend job that she sometimes dreamt of having, someday, but it was a bummer to be newly fired from some place where she’d at least made decent tips. at least she could rest fairly easily with the knowledge that THIS time, it wasn’t her fault. “there’s an easy dozen health code violations, and that’s without including the fact that pa himself has been nursing a pretty sketch rash the past couple days. you ever hear ‘bout the restaurants in connecticut that were servin roadkill? cause trust me - they’re a STEP UP.” 

“ it’s been quiet for TOO LONG. since when has this school gone so long without some attack or kidnapping ? either things are actually becoming somewhat… normal… or someone somewhere is planning something. OR - or something is happening right now under our noses. “ she wasn’t a leader. but she did hope to be one someday. only recently has she started to speak her mind instead of keeping everything buried. 

as an x-men kid she knew to never think that things are quieting down. things could never be normal when the entire world feared them. 

Things hadn’t been anything close to quiet for Jude for most of her life. The bustle of life had long since become background noise for her. The murmurings of friendly conversations, the scents of a warm meal, the subtle taste of hot chocolate from floors below her apartment, these she’d gotten used to, learned to appreciate the ways they anchored her to the softness of life. Of course, the more terrible things always stood out more to her senses. 

❝ we’ll do a single drawing first, okay  ? ❞ andy laid out the cards with one hand, slowly spreading them out across the MOON-PATTERNED table cover. she whispered down at cas to stop touching and play with her keys before snapping her head back up. ❝ now move your hands across THE CARDS and when your fingers tingle, or you feel cold, or it sticks, grab that one. ❞ she watched them with intent, fingers rubbing soothing circles on cas’s arm as she chewed on her elmo plush keychain. ❝ NOT THAT ONE, ❞ she calls out sharp, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ❝ pick again, ❞ she insists.

“i was only commenting on how lost in thought you looked.” now, that was something that jean could relate to ; though, her reasons for being so would have been DRASTICALLY different. she had learned, with time, to tune out the thoughts that would otherwise overwhelm her. gone were the days of having to fight to focus, at least for her. “good or bad or… nothing at all?”

“Not to freak you out, but see that person over there?” Devyn motioned her head to behind them. “Totally have been checking you out for the past like, ten minutes.”

Jude felt heat rush to her checks. “Well, are they cute at least?” She asked trying to keep her voice cool. Using her senses, she could at least tell it was a woman but specifics had always been lost to her.

“No, I didn’t steal a bunch of chemicals from the science lab to test if they can blow up,” she paused for a split second, “nor am I trying to see how many explosions I can cause in a chain reaction,” she blurted out, carrying several science supplies in her arms. “This is all totally necessary for a… very safe volcano project. I’m callin’ it the Kimmy Quinn Volcano… Kimmycano… anyway, don’t ask any questions.”

The chemicals were an overpowering scent. It threatened to blur her other senses and stole most of her focus. It burnt. She wanted to get as far away from the chemicals as she could but she knew she would still be able to smell it. Shaking her head, she said, “I really doubt that.” The beginnings of a migraine hummed at the base of her skull. “What are you even trying to do?”