✧ do you hear / the people sing?

well, from the sewers to this weird abandoned department store. at least the smell is a bit more than just trash and wet dog. at least she’s out in the light again? always looking for a brighter side of things. though, let’s face it, amara still has no clue what exactly she’s suppose to be doing. she knows what they’re doing with robbing the rich with just enough so they can get by — least that’s what william told her — but her exact part in this? completely unclear. it’s probably why she’s sitting on the floor with a bag of chips. “ do these smell weird to you? ”

She had been hiding out with mutants for the majority of her life at this point, yet introductions were always awkward. The abilities that their mutations gave them were so vast and unpredictable that she was almost always embarrassed to meet someone new. But they were all here to make some money, and that was as good of an ice breaker as any. Out of the many introductions she’s made in life, getting to know someone over a bag of chips took the cake. “They smell like salt and vinegar so....yes?? It’s probably not the chips, though. Factories fill chip bags with nitrogen gas as a preservative before sealing it so that’s probably why it smells.” 

time to get the show on the road. when there is a job, william is not one to sit around and just wait for things to happen, he’s fully invested in getting things done. making sure the plan stays on track. but to do that, the first step is coming up with the plan. which is why he has closed himself away in one of the rooms without a door that this abandoned building provides. this room seemed to be where anyone can find him at any point since the group came together. when footsteps are heard getting closer, william didn’t bother to look up. “ do you have information about the casino? ” no room for chitchat, just straight to the point.

“The casino was built a little over a decade ago. It’s not unbreakable but it’s not really going to be easy. But public resources are public resources.” She handed him a few letter-sized pieces of paper with floor plans on them. “Public library, you’d be surprised at the kind of things you can print there. Anyway, these were the original plans for the building when it was set up. I circled some vantage points that could be useful but the casino had a major remodel in 2016 so those things may not still be available....” She bit her nail, hoping the information was enough. She wasn’t a seasoned criminal, she was just a brain. There was a big difference between lifting a bottle of Poland Spring from a deli and planning a heist for a casino. “It has a four-star yelp rating with 236 reviews from the last six months so there’s lots of foot traffic. George C from Oklahoma said it was the best casino he’s ever been to.”