?Into the Night? {No longer Accepting}

[AbbyJoyce]

The sun sparkled against the ebony road that ran with few vehicles. The sidewalks were filled with people walking back and fourth. Flynn strolled down the sidewalk, his arm scarred with pink scratches. His eyes locked onto the ground, watching his feet. His eyes flicked up to nod a greeting to a passing stranger. He nodded back, catching Flynn's attention. Flynn froze as the guy passed him, turning to stare at him. It was Mikey. "But..your dead." He muttered. Mikey glanced back at Flynn before dissipating into thin air. Flyn froze, his shoulders being hit by passing strangers as he just stared.

[seopard]

Sam saw Flynn on the other side of the street, staring at thin air with a shocked expression on his face. She frowned, but continued on her way to the park and towards the prospect of a new job as a graphic designer. She smiled giddily and pulled her phone out of her bag, checking the time. Good, ten minutes to spare. She also made sure that she had her portfolio in the back pack, drawings of her shifter forms and others that she had seen along with random tribal designs scattered through out the folder.

[AbbyJoyce]

Flynn ran a hand down his face, breaking his trance. Shaking his head he continued on his way. He was on his way to the construction site just outside of town for his job. As he reached the site, he was put to work carrying the metal beams to the workers. As he worked, his mind began to travel. It had been days since he last saw Sam.

[seopard]

Sam sat down on the park bench next to her soon to be boss, a woman in her mid thirties with few gray hairs and very good style. They exchanged a few words and Sam handed over her portfolio, then the two said their goodbyes and each headed off in a different direction. Sam grinned as she walked the streets towards the cafe near the edge of town. She sat down on the patio with a glass of peach tea and stared across the street where men were raising metal beams in preparation of a new building.

[AbbyJoyce]

Bendinh down, Flynn lifted another beam, turning to take it to the pile but he froze. Sam. She sat across the street, at a cafe. His brow dripped with sweat, his yellow helmet reflected the sun. He furrowed his brow but turned and continued to the pile before dropping the beam. He wiped his brow before glancing at the clock. It was his break. He snatched his helmet off and grabbed his phone from his pocket, strolling out of the site and towards the bar a few shops down.

[seopard]

Sam looked away from the site, not noticing Flynn and turned her attention to the newspaper that was on the table. The headline made her freeze. 'Are shifters Real? You'd be surprised.' she stared at the paper and the picture, it was her panther form sitting on a building roof. She remembered a few weeks ago when she actually did sit on the roof, watching the stars. She thought she had seen a flash, but dismissed it as nothing until now.

[AbbyJoyce]

"Sam..?" Flynn had averted his path to meet Sam at her table. He smiled weakly, "you...okay?" ((Soo short.)

[seopard]

Sam looked up and squeaked with surprise, jumping practically 3 feet out of her seat. She frowned, clasping her hands around her glass and looking across the street once more, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah. Of course, why wouldn't I be?" she snapped, a little more aggressively than she meant.

[AbbyJoyce]

Flynn flinched slightly at her tone, "You just uh, were looking at that paper a bit shocked.." he replied, "I never meant.." he slipped his hands in his pockets, "This was a bad idea, sorry to bother you." He turned awkwardly.

[seopard]

Before he could leave, she shoved the paper into his hands and stalked off, her poor gladiator sandals taking a beating as she ran towards the town square. Anything to escape from Flynn.