not a rogue

A small smile tugged at the corner of the speedster’s lips as he actually took pride in how they had managed to earn themselves a potential ally besides taking a step further into making the most out of the repercussions of the particle acceleration explosion, making sure the least possible amount of people got hurt in the process. “Cisco, he’s gonna save our numbers in your phone.” He raised a shoulder, realizing how horribly invasive that might have sounded. “He’s good like that. Mine’s gonna be saved under John Smith. Original, I know.” Beat the hell out of revealing his real name to her or having someone walking around with a phone containing contact information that read ‘The Flash’. “We’ll get in touch with you first, but uh– If anything should happen, if anything comes up…”

“Take it easy girl. I’m know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know anything, so, can you just shut up and let me speak? Anyway, if you don’t stop screaming he will notice that something wrong. I’m trying to fool him and you are pretty close to ruining my plan. I will let you walk away, but I can’t let that happen right now. I’m just waiting for the perfect moment.’‘

Jasmine could get over the nicknaming thing, but.. did she really still look like a ‘kid’? Not a thing she actually wanted to ask out loud, so instead, she faintly shook her head and tried to let it go. It was just a nickname anyway, what did it really matter?

At the request for anise milk, she nodded a bit. “Should be possible.” She started browsing through the cabinets around her in search for spices. The downside of not being at a place for that long yet; you had to search for everything, everywhere. And doing so in silence was, for some reason, awkwardly uncomfortable. “So.. uhm..” Cabinets opened and closed. “What’s.. keeping you awake?” Eep. Perhaps that question was a little too personal?

Shawna nodded. Good. She was leaning against the doorframe. Somehow, don’t ask her how, it’d became an unspoken rule to let the newbies try and figure shit out on their own while they were here. Mollycoddling wasn’t appreciated, nor wanted. (And yes, to Shawna, Jasmine was indeed a ‘kid’.)

 “The POINT being that you can’t just teleport in here and not expect to be caught. Why, exactly, are you here? I’m told last time it didn’t go well for you.”

Ray’s eyebrows were raised as she spoke. A part of him was surprised she was offering up the information, but then her words sunk in. He frowned, averting his eyes as he processed and organised his thoughts. “Roy? As in Bivolo? Rainbow Raider?” His nose was wrinkled as he looked back at Baez, frown still in place. “Isn’t he the one that can control emotions or something?”

“Suuuure you won’t.” Jeremy rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at her. There was plenty of other good food, but nothing quite compared to enchiladas. He forcibly slowed down his steps, jamming his hands in his pockets - for a second or two, that is, as he started fidgeting again. “Why isn’t the Flash on our side? Speed would be cool, y’know. Useful.” More useful than razorsharp mind-controlled cards in his humble opinion. His gift was fun, yes, and definitely cool, but useful? Besides killing people, not so much. “Anise milk, eh? That sounds awful. Why’d you put anise in milk?  He wrinkled his nose.

  “i know it sounds cliche, but you’re not    alone in the corner. there are people    like you. you just have to find them,    hiding in the shadows.” she shook    her head. “but you can believe what    you want.”

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will mean some falling and she’s afraid of heights.

He sighed and shook his head, pressing his lips together. “Yes, I know you can get out of here. And you’re free to go if you want to, just thought I’d ask you if you knew anything.” There was a pause. “Just had a couple of questions for him, that’s all.”