Time of the year to be patriotic.

"Yes. There are a group of people here who some call terrorists for doing shit like this, I don't know what they're doing and why it doesn't affect us. Should we help people or just go?" She lied, unsure of if the guy knew anything.

"There gotta be a reason for them to target specific people." He narrowed his eyes at the messy crowd before it was back on the girl. "We should help. Get those people that are down indoors or something."

Time of the year to be patriotic.

"Yeah I know. He was born on the 4th and then became Captain America…"

"Perhaps that was how he got the role."

Time of the year to be patriotic.

*Takes the flyer from the stranger*

"Ah well I leave that to you strapping young men to deal with but if you need a hand you know where my office is." She gave a slight teasing smile. "But since I haven’t heard too much of a ruckus while I’m back there I am sure you are more than capable."

"Keeping the troubles at bay is what you paid me to do", he shrugged, "other than serving those idiots." 

*Takes the flyer from the stranger*

"Ah well they pay their tabs so it comes with the territory." She nods with a laugh, "Clearly they don’t know their limit when it comes to fun sometimes but that is no real surprise. So far there hasn’t been too much damage."

"Try being the one to chase them out of the club", Elliot chuckled as he shook his head. "They became ridiculously heavy when they are wasted..." 

"Oh uh basically there are some bad people here that don't want some people around and so they're attacking, but they aren't too organised so they're making it widespread..." Helena explained, trying not to use the words hunters and supernaturals as the boy seemed not to know.

"And by some you mean... almost half of the people here?" He furrowed his brows quickly, wondering what was really going on. Everyone was screaming for help and but he had felt perfectly fine, and so was the girl standing before him. "What is it that we are different from them?" 

Helena sped up, noticing a hunter approaching the same person she was heading for. “Oi!” She shouted, catching the attention of the hunter, before casting a silent curse on him, laughing slightly as he fell to the ground unconscious. “Well, are you gonna lie there all day or are you gonna get up and get outta here?” She asked the person on the floor, holding her hand out to help them up, eyes still flicking around for hunters.

Elliot grabbed the hand offered and stood on his feet. He saw the other guy fell to the ground unconscious. Could it be because of the glitters? Elliot was bothered by what was happening. It was like everyone else is screaming for help but he felt too alright that it became not comforting. "What's happening?" He asked in anxious.

*Takes the flyer from the stranger*

Carmilla let out a surprised laugh, “I think I like that, might have to add that to my business cards. As long as I’m not ‘hard ass’ I’d like people to enjoy working at Elysium as much as I do.”

"Pretty damn sure it will be enjoyable if we don't have those drunkard fools that cause trouble every weekend." He shrugged with a smirk on his face. 

Time of the year to be patriotic.

"Happy 4th of July to you too. Also happy birthday to Steve Rogers. Which is funny really…"

"What? How convenient for that dude."

Noticing the crowd of running supernaturals and approaching hunters Helena frowned. No. They can’t ruin this for me. She thought, pulling a hidden knife from her boot, and running towards someone who had fallen down.

The foil of unknown glitters diffused in the air, landing itself on the skin of the people. It was a nice scene until screams and chaos started taking over. Elliot frowned in confusion and instinctively, he ran just like the rest; he didn't want himself to get hurt. He tripped over someone and had his face slammed right over the ground. He growled and knew he needed to get indoor immediately. He got up, steadying himself before he route himself to the nearest shelter. He saw someone running towards him, and what more was that she was carrying a dagger. "What the...", he took a step back, wondering what could she do. He found her familiar, but nonetheless, he sensed danger too.

Waiting in the Waiting Room

Madeline smiled at him and wrote down Nat and Dorian as her emergency contacts, they were all she had and almost the only people she knew. But now she knew Elliot. Tiling her up at him, eyes soft again no longer holding the trace of sadness- she was very good at getting over emotions quickly and looking at the positive side. Her cheeks pinkened softly and she sat down the clipboard, leaning closer she asked softly, “Can we be friends?”

Elliot narrowed his eyes when the other wrote down 'Nat' and 'Dorian' as her emergency contacts. He knew those people but Nat had never mentioned anything about fostering someone. "Yeah, of course we can", he smiled back softly and answered her question. It was cute for her to ask and it was his pleasure to be her friend, but the thing about Nat and Dorian being her emergency contacts still bugged him. "You know Nat and Dorian? That's if you don't mind me asking..." 

"Thanks bro." He smirked. "So see you around."

"You're welcome", he smiled back, "I'll see you around then."