#an!stephi

12. They got locked out of their home.

all she’d wanted was some eggs.

the constant storming that seemed to plague genosha’s skies tricks jinri into thinking it’ll be a simple, quick errand; however, fate has other plans entirely—the moment she exits the grocer’s, a dark feeling knowing settles in her stomach, but stupidly, she ignores it, taking to the skies anyway, quick to land at flash of lightening.  her steps become quicker, wider as the rain begins to hit with more intensity, curses slipping out of her mouth with the intensity of the pellets of moisture that seem to shoot out of the mouth of a celestial ak-47.

standing at a street curb, she sighs, mumbling, “at least it can’t get a—” words cut off by the slew of street water that hits her the moment a semi-truck makes an iffy turn.  the proverbial cherry on the fucking cake.

“why.”

it can’t get any worse, she tells herself, zipping through the halls of park towers; something the universe simply has to prove wrong the moment she stands before the airtight door to her apartment, keyless.  small shoulders tense before growing limp with the release of a frustrated sigh, forehead hitting the surface with a soft thunk as she knocks, calling out, “no one’s there right?  right?  ughh—” she slides to the ground, quietly brooding. 

a few seconds of silence later, the aerokinetic decides to extend a dripping hand into her plastic bag, pulling out the carton; she holds her breath as she opens the container, it escaping on a sharp exhale as she sees the yolky bloodbath that’s the insides—this was all for naught—and opens her mouth to press some sort of complaint to the forces of the universe under her breath, only to sneeze.

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