Nora made the other pirate fall over the floor when she kicked his balls, making the man falling into his knees in front of her. When she felt the eyes all over her in the small crow at her surroundings. ❛ All right, the show is over! ❜ She raised her both hands in the air when noticed the workers getting close of her and the kneeled man, to stop their fight.

She got away from these people that were whistling, clapping like she was a goddam clown on the show to entertain the losers. Her rage was so strong, that she hasn’t noticed the hand she punched was all red, and swelling. When she was about to leave the place, she heard a familiar voice… It took her a minute or two to recognized the brunette before her. ❛ Lucy? ❜ Lucille... Her childhood friend, or at the least this is what her brain could record… Time flies… And she looks pretty. A ghost smile draws on her rosy lips as she stared the woman before her. Lucy was taller; different. A good different.

“The one and only,” Luce announced smoothly. Albeit the circumstances, there were a few things that seemed inherent to the brunette’s nature. This was one of them. Things might have been a shit show, still, she was able to present herself with confidence, and a crooked smile made one of the corners of her lips twitch upward.

Still, meeting with Nora there out of all places felt like something out of the realm of reality. They had gone an entire lifetime without mere sight of one another, so, why now? And why there out of all places? Lucy couldn’t quite tell. Were things different, the woman might have felt the need to sit down and reconnect. At this moment, however, Luce could not help but think of that reunion with suspicion. “Nora,” she repeated, raking her fingers through her long dark hair as she attempted to think of something else she could say. Something that might have been able to convey her emotions then. “You look good,” was what came out of her lips instead.

His legs are out and he’s grateful it’s warm. If he were younger or the world circumstances different, he’d be shy about sitting in just his boxers but his self-consciousness had died a while ago. The worst of his scars are out of sight, anyhow, nothing but a few long scratches and bullet wounds from good old dad. It was the arms ( and face ) that took the brunt of them.

Vaguely he’s aware of someone hovering nearby, Kane sees enough in his peripheral to know they’ve stopped because of him or his terrible taste in tunes. “Get your free looks in now,” he deadpans out, not looking away from his sewing, “Stick around too long and I’ll have to start charging.”

Only after this panic does reality truly sink in. He slept too well and the dreams had flooded in. That’s all it was a bad dream... The part that he only realizes moments later is he’s been seen. He’s not in his home, having this panic in private. He looks over to them, still catching his breath, “Sorry, it was -- sorry you saw that.”

There was a good reason he was running. Yes, and that was...simply he had done it again. He had recklessly charged into a fight with his pokemon team, and now he had done nothing but battling and training for a endless three days. Gurren, King, Leafa, and Fizz were all tired out and unable to battle. He did not dare to send out grinder just yet, and that left him with spyro[who was angry at him for being so costly with resources..again]. A mad dash to the the closest hospital was all he could do, as he came storming across the end of the victory path and right outside of the cave. “Yes, the goal!” He yelled, as he then blinked as he felt like he was not running anymore. Blinking, he looked down and then got...quite scared. 

There was no ground. He ran so fast he ran off the path and was looking down at the ground. “AHH!HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” He said, as he began to fall quickly and look at anything he could use to grab on to stop his fall! He panicked, and grabbed held of a branch, that quickly snapped as he slide down the steep pathway. It turned into a quick tumble down the pathway of the cliff, and tumbling all the way down the pathway, flying right into the grassy area towards the hospital door. Stars dazed across his eyes, spinning non-stop before he slowly began to stand up, and look at the door opening. Slowly, and staggered did he enter the hospital and walked to the front. 

“S-sorry, could you help heal my partner-” 

He froze, and blinked as this girl...she looked familiar. That hair...and wait, this smell? He blinked, and leaned in a bit closer as he tilted his head as he had seen this familiar pink hair that was much lighter then his pink hair. He widened his eyes, and smiled big as he was not staggered or dazed anymore. “NORA?! Nora! Is that you?! It’s me, Devon!” 

Location: Blue River Ranch

Living downtown is nice, but it’s got nothing on the times she gets to steal away out to rural. The cold radiating off the window bothers her none as she looks out over the land. It’s beautiful, to say the least. Inspiring, really. The Joneses are entirely justified in their love for the ranch. It’s nowhere near the same, she knows it, but a love started sprouting in her too since being friends with Nora. It’s why she’s out here now, to be here for her friend, but she desperately wishes she could say it’s for a more joyous reason. It’s a shame about Nora’s uncle, though. 

Wrapping her arms around herself, Casey steps away from the window with a sigh, startling only slightly when she sees Nora. “Sorry,” She laughs a little. “I didn’t hear you coming. But um, anyway. I know I’ve asked like a million, billion times, but I just want to be sure. How’s everyone holding up? How’re you holding up?” Casey offers a sad, yet kind grin. “And I mean, of course if you don’t want to talk about it, we totally don’t have to!” She quickly adds, making a miming demonstration of zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key. “We can talk about whatever, do whatever. We could cut into the banana bread I brought, and I can complain about the men of Tinder and my nonexistent love life forever and ever and ever. I’ve been told I can be pretty distracting,” Casey teases, knowing she’s never been told such a thing in her life. “Whatever you need, you’ve got it.”

      ❝Well, perhaps that dog was real. You never know what mysteries can lie in your television. Although it depends on the show you were watching, I suppose.❞