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Being there for only a couple of days, thankfully Cedric found himself having a whole day off from his work at the MPPD. Between settling in, getting acquainted with his new workplace and the island in general, it was time to catch up on some reading and there were no better place to do so than the Central Park. The sun was quite strong that morning, to the point he had a small bottle of sunblock in his satchel, along with the mundane items such as phone, wallet and of course his, very private, notepad. The selected book this time told the story of an alternative reality, where fairy tales were true. How ironic. A couple weeks ago he wouldn’t relate to such plot, but now Cedric could understand where all those authors gathered their inspiration from. 

Occasionally, Cedric would look at his surroundings, as he chose the bench right in the center of the outdoor area, right next to the kids’ playing grounds. Giving his read a break, Cedric stretched his arms and lifted his chin to take some of those sun rays into his skin. Those seconds of peace, with the cheerful sounds of kids having fun was bliss. However, all of that would come to an halt at the sound of someone crying, a child and the sudden drop of temperatures and the snow that started appearing on the swings and other playground decorations. His skin crawled and Cedric was quick on his feet to detect the source of the problem and walked calmly towards it. 

Cedric was now standing a couple steps away from the kid and he was cautious with his actions. “Hello there. I’m Cedric.” As he spoke, the man realized approaching a stranger’s kids like this could be rather problematic, so he made sure to take his badge. While he did so, Cedric noticed the scrapped knee, with sand on the wound. “I’m a new police officer here. Today is my day off. I see that you are hurt, but I can help.” He waves the band-aid on his right hand. “I can imagine it hurts, can I step closer?” Once the child gave their approval, Cedric slowly moved closed and with the water, tissues and band-aid, the wound was now safe. “There you go, see it hurts a little less yes? Wow, you brought winter here for a little while, that is amazing!” 

As Spring fast approached, it could be considered quite the lovely day to take a walk, to familiarize himself with the island through something beyond the memories and dreams of its residents; no, still so new to Mount Phoenix, Morpheus opted to experience this exploration personally. And that was what he did, wandering the streets of the city in his messy bun and long black coat. He may have been noticed, he may not have been; it mattered not to him.

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First order of official business came shortly after his arrival to the island. He had barely settled in to his apartment, let alone his new role as chief of police when one of his colleagues muttered about having to make coffee actually in the legit coffee pot at work as opposed to going to their favorite shop downtown owned and operated by one of their own. And why was that? Something about every sink and toilet being...broken? Sounded very suspicious. Something that the police--and an engineer--should investigate. To ensure there had been no foul play and also that everything was structurally sound; having a complete disentigration of the plumbing between buildings because of an imbalance in the pipes might cause more issues with the infrastructure. Not that the city needed a huge sink hole downtown...

It worked. 

His eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that it actually worked. For the first time ever, he managed to use the powers he supposedly inherited. And after some more or less helpful advice from his siblings this morning, Alex set a goal for himself to sow distrust between at least two people before the sun would go down. 

Granted, he didn’t mean to be on the receiving end of that doubt—he hoped to be a silent spectator of a friendship crumbling or two co-workers competing or maybe even a break-up—but her tone was a start. He didn’t notice that his mouth opened as if to speak, but no sound was coming out, still too perplexed to decide on what to say.

He did it. Sure, he wasn’t entirely sure how he did it, and it might’ve been luck rather than actual skill, but her choice of words indicated that she didn’t really trust him. Or maybe that she might’ve gotten fed up with him looking at her as if he meant to make her head explode with his thoughts. 

His lips briefly pressed into a line before they curved into a hybrid of a smile. “I actually have a lot to say.” The shrug, the shake of his head and the chuckle all happened simultaneously, and it was clear then that he took neither her nor himself seriously. It was all just a joke to him—she just happened to bear the brunt of the punchline. 

“I just don’t think you’d really enjoy what I have to say.”

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🏥 Asclepius General Hospital, Intensive care unit. Room 306.

Only a couple of days passed since he got there and yet it felt like a whole month. Cedric was understanding and considerate towards the nurses and medic's decision to keep him under close monitoring. After all, he had suffered multiple injuries and physical trauma for the last months so until all types of tests and exams were done, there'd be no way Cedric would be allowed out of the hospital.

He was grateful but impatient. There were things Cedric wanted to do, people he wanted to see but such desires weren't possible with his ass attached to the hospital bed. The thought of requesting to call someone passed his mind but once he had the phone in his hand, he realized no numbers of relevant people would return to his mind. Fuck. He would curse internally often these days. The morning started early for him, with further exams being taken even a visit by the hospital's psychologist. It wasn't easy to talk to a whole stranger, so the session was rather pointless at that time.

The frustration was mutual between Cedric and the psychologist, perhaps that was the reason the professional forgot to take his pen with him. And hearing a knock on the door, barely minutes after the doctor left, Cedric assumed they were back to retrieve the item. "Oh come doc, let me have something to draw with." He joked, looking away from the bedroom's door as he put the book away. But as Cedric's eyes landed on the figure near the door, it felt like he forgot to breathe. She was as beautiful as ever, with her delicate features and seemingly caring poise. "Angela, I-" He interrupted himself, trying to sit up as much as he could given his state.

Before he resumed speaking, a thought crossed his mind. Currently, Cedric is a brief example of the man he used to be. His body was much weakened and that could be seen by the amount of bruises, burn marks, and the IVs throughout his arms and face, but also, he was no longer as fit due to the malnourishment he experienced. Cedric wished he could've avoided having Angela see him like that. He felt bad for looking so bad and so frail and hoped he could've spoken to her in different circumstances. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a ray of sunshine in his heart by having her around.

Carter frequented the cafe enough that talking to the employees there wasn't anything new, and from what he gathered from Angela, she owned the place. She was so nice and sweetness seemed to drip from her fingertips, so it made sense to him that she'd own business that also needed tended care. 'A cup of coffee and a treat can make or break anyone's day' or so he thought.