#will02

Location - Olympus Graveyard sometime around 3am

Jo braced her feet against the iron gate on the western edge of the graveyard and hoisted herself up, painfully aware that this was much easier when she was sixteen. She’d closed up the bar and checked in on Angel before heading out for what she had said was just ‘a walk to clear her head’. A part of her was still angry at Angel, still frightened for her, and this was not helping anything. She definitely had no intentions on telling the younger woman anything. This whole situation wouldn’t even be happening if she’d just kept to herself. Why had she even bothered opening her mouth in the first place? This shit wasn’t her business, and it wasn’t like she had hard proof of anyone doing or being anything. She’d just overheard a conversation that had made her think- well that was the fuckin’ problem. She shouldn’t have even thought about it. Aurora must have gone to the cops, which was fine, except she’d given enough information that pretty soon Will, a detective it turned out, had been in and saying he needed to talk to her.

Landing on the ground on the other side of the locked gate, she brushes the dirt from her hands onto her jeans and strolls deeper into the graveyard. Usually, she found the place comforting but tonight it had her spooked. It wasn’t the dead that bothered her, but the detective she was supposed to be meeting. Will seemed like a nice guy, but just the fact that he was okay with breaking into the graveyard to have a conversation confirmed just how fucking dangerous the situation could potentially be. Jo pulled out her smokes just to have something to do with her hands as she walked, trying not to think about dead bodies and homes on fire or other horrible scenarios. Jo sank down to perch on the steps of a small mausoleum, tugging her t-shirt back down where it had ridden up and then resting her forearms against her knees. She couldn’t quite see her father’s grave from here, but she knew where it was and then gave voice to what she could imagine him so clearly saying. “Good job, JT. How’s bein’ an upstanding fuckin’ citizen treatin’ ya’?” she said softly to herself, tapping some ashes onto the ground and taking another drag as she scanned the graveyard for Will.

amara leaned her lower back against the ice rink wall, the cool surface sending a shiver up her spine as thin leotard she wore offered little protection. though it was as her mother always said, the less you have to protect yourself the harder you’ll try not to fall. the blonde involuntarily shivered a little harder at the thought of hitting the ice over and over again all for the sake of trying to land a jump. all so that her mother might for once say well done instead of, go again.

her crystal gaze floated around the rink making a mental note of the different children who had signed up for the learn to skate program that were already on the ice. she’d found they were typically the more eager or confident ones of the bunch and sometimes longed for attention. she eyed the surrounding bleachers to make sure there were no children in need of help with their laces before pushing off and skating toward the other side of the rink where a small group had begun to gather.

over the years she’d been involved in numerous learn to skate programs across the tri-state area, but this has always been her favorite. it was also the first year she had students of her own volunteering and she couldn’t help feel like she ought to keep an eye on them. amara then did her best to pinpoint all the other volunteers but it was obvious many of them weren’t on the ice yet. she turned her attention back to the group of kids many of whom were keen to talk or ask her questions. she’d easily admit that it still felt bizarre to have so many recognize her and ask for photos or autographs. amara wasn’t sure it was something she’d ever truly get used to. 

out of the corner of her eye, she saw several other volunteers take the ice and it was clear by taking one look at their skates they were all hockey players. the blonde was able to vaguely remember reading some email about a local team helping out but it was obvious the information had slipped her mind. having the hockey players there wasn’t exactly something she minded either as there always seemed to be that one kid who didn’t want to learn from a figure skater. though she didn’t quite understand it as she knew she was just as capable of teaching a hockey stop as any one of them might be. 

It was a bit more... showy than Cynthia liked, but it took quite a bit of effort and sacrifice to get.

Yes, she was a bit proud of that stack of cash she just threw on the table. It wasn’t the first time she’d thrown around so much money, but it had definitely been a while.