Place. Know your place.
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flint_garouThat … did not go, as planned.
11 July, 2012
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (50% full).
A quick bounce back up and the girl dusts herself off a little, looking no worse for the wear and apparently not having heard the comment or the clapping. Fixing her ear buds back into her, she glances around at the obstacles and gives them a thoughtful look. A deep breath, evident by the rise and fall of her shoulders, and then she starts running again, this time toward the skate park.
Kids. April shakes her head as the girl gets up and rushes off, her eyes following her for a moment before she turns and lets her feet do the same. Nope, she's not stalking, not one bit, but it's something interesting to watch and so she'll watch.
There's another person out running in Phoenix Park today, a skinny teen in hand-me-downs, earbuds in his ears. Flint just runs along one of the paths from Tiger Lake, though, evidently focused on where he's going. To the degree that he only narrowly manages to dart around April, no mind paid.
As the red head enters the mostly empty skate park, she turns to their obstacles for her coursework. Hopping over and under grind rails, hand-springing over beams and in general, making a cakewalk out of the hardware. Somewhere in the midst of this run, a small wallet slips from the baggy pocket of her cargo pants—and she's totally unaware as she runs away from it.
The wallet might have been missed by the redhead, but the one watching doesn't miss it. April waits a moment before slipping from her spot into the skate park as well. Her steps are not rushed as she heads to where that wallet is dropped though it might be a good thing there skate park part is all but empty as she steps right through without looking for who she might get in the way of.
And there she goes getting in the way again, and this time Flint runs right into April. "Wha—" and then he sees who it is, dusts himself off and squares his shoulders. "Watch it wh-why don't you."
It's the peripheral sight more than the sound that draws the girl's attention behind her. She stops her running to watch the two people engage verbally, and that even draws her earbuds out of her ears.
April goes down after a few stumbling steps despite her attempt to keep her feet and glares up at the one who dares to run into her. Her eyes latch onto Flint and she glares a little. "You watch it!"
The glare doesn't faze the teen much. "Uh-huh," he snaps, and there's a moment where he turns away, tucking phone into pocket and draping earbuds around his ears. "Stay at the side of. Of the. The goddamn everything," Flint tells April. "Otherwise, people are. Are gonna run into you, and ain't. Nothing, you can do about it. So." He doesn't seem at all bothered that she's fallen.
As the little collision lasts beyond a quick double sorry, Harper makes her way over, jogging rather quickly. It's a soft, concern-filled peering that she puts out first. "Hey, wow, you two okay? Quite a bump there." A hand is even offered to the one still on the ground, though she seems as neutral as the Swiss regarding fault.
April's glare grows a little more for the one who ran into her before she blinks and looks up with a small smile for the offered hand. "Thank you," she remarks as she uses it to get up. Her hands then going to dusting herself off and making sure her dress is decent. "Some people tend to not pay attention to others," she states, looking back to Flint.
Flint crosses his arms in front of him. "Some… some people don't," he starts, and pulls in a deep breath, "act their age." There's a distinct emphasis on age, like the teen is using it as a substitute for some other word. "Or h-have. Manners." Harper gets a slightly apologetic smile from the boy, though. "Was j-just running. And then she. Walked in. In front of me before I. I could turn," he explains.
Harper holds up a hand and grins a bit. "Whoa whoa, just an accident. That's why they invented the word in the first place. For when there was no intention behind the act. And you guys are both okay, so, no harm no foul." She looks around the park, "Heck, I didn't see either of you and I'm out here hopping around like a frog that had too much coffee."
April keeps her eyes upon Flint even as she holds out the object that had her attention when she was run into towards Harper. "Yours I believe," she states before wagging a finger from her other hand at Flint. "And you know better, little pup." She's still a bit angry at the teen.
Flint's voice is very, very cold, barely restrained anger himself, and he stares at April for a moment, and even when he looks away, there's no deference there, only the barest acknowledgement that he can give. "So do you," he points out, each word enunciated and harsh on the boy's voice. There's a breath, steadying. "Or maybe, you don't, from. What I've heard." Harper gets a nod. "'s. All good," he assures her.
The tension is definitely noticeable between the threesome, and Harper doesn't seem oblivious to it. "Guys, c'mon, it's ok," she encourages again. At the wallet, she blinks. "Oh crap on cracker, it must have fallen out while I was…" she laughs as she reaches out to take it. "Thanks a million!" As the argument continues, she raises one brow, "You two know each other?"
April keeps her eyes upon the lad before finally offering another smile towards Harper and nodding. "We know each other. I've helped him get to sleep before when he was having nightmares," she states before turning fully towards the girl and seeming to ignore Flint. "You know, you're really talented, all those flips and jumps."
The boy gets a very interesting set to his jaw, and takes a step towards April. "We know each other," Harper gets, though there's seeming confusion as to April's statement. "She's a. Disrespectful. Bitch." And with that, the cliath's chin juts up, and the way that he meets April's gaze is quite certainly challenging. "Act your age for. For… for once," he tells April, tone smoothed over, persuasive.
"Huh." Harper's response to the knowing each other is pretty simple, and she's just about to offer thanks for the compliment when the verbal throw down takes place. "Wow. Um." There's clear shock in those two simple words, and the added layer of tension and rage that the staredown triggers brings Harper back a step. "You guys should really just relax and let it go. It was just an accident. Seriously. Don't get all in each others faces over it."
April lets out a sigh as the lad keeps it up. She nods to Harper before turning to face Flint fully. "You really want to just step back and walk away, Flint," she states, voice flat as she meets those eyes with a glare of her own. "This is your chance before you make a scene you'll regret."
Flint squares his shoulders, and looks to April. There's no wavering in his gaze, and it's backed by a great deal of Rage, contained beneath the surface but not that far beneath. "No, actually," he responds. "I want you to. Apologise. To Kavi, and to. My family as a whole. For the disrespect that, you caused. Or, you can look away now, and…" the words trail off, lips pursed in a very thin line. Either way, Flint's not backing down, or looking away.
A rumbling of wheels gets closer than most—the usual crowd seem to be avoiding the little group of Flint, April and Harper. Stopping neatly right beside the group is an older man—still young, but older than the usual teenage crowd, although his dress is much the same as everyone else (His T-shirt reads 'My Other Ride is a Unicorn'). "Hey there!" he greets with a warm grin, either oblivious to the tension or, perhaps, deliberately trying to break it.
Eyes roll up in a show of sudden exasperation, "This is nuts." A pause. "Uh, guys?" A hand comes up to snap fingers in between the set of locked eyes. "Words. Words are good, mmmkay? You look about ready to slug each other. C'mon. Chill." And then there comes another, and Harper's attention is drawn to him. "Look. Causing a fuss. Someone's gonna call security if it gets much louder here."
April waves off the girl who tries to diffuse the situation. "Go ahead and run along." she says distractedly towards the, now two, watching. "This kid here will back down as soon as no one's watching him get humiliated."
The jut of Flint's jaw gets even more determined, and he doesn't break eye contact with April. They're of a height, it's easy enough not to. "I think," he says, "not." His hands, in his pockets, are clenched into visible fists, but the teen's doing a good job of not letting the Rage boil over. "But you can just back off, April, a-and. Do like, I suggested. Make amends. I'm sure, you know how. Or you can, find someone, to teach you."
"Hate to break up the party, but no pissing contests in the park," the newcomer says, still friendly but with a note of authority. "I will call in your guardians if need be. And my wife would get really annoyed at having to scrape me off the floor if I end up trying to break up a fight," he adds, almost an afterthought. "Take it somewhere private."
At the wave off, Harper gives a little look to the female involved. "Wow. Right. Sorry. But, I have a pretty strict policy on not walking away from a situation where I might be able to do the right thing." Her arms fold over her chest and she looks between the two of them again, though, she sidles a step closer to Tristan as well.
April would like nothing more than to make this teenager learn not to challenge her, but the publicness of the place is just something she cannot ignore. Lose it here and she'll not get off easy. Tristan's words are another annoyance in her ears. She breaks her gaze away from the lad and looks towards the side with a frown before turning fully around where she stands to look back to Harper. "Sorry, he just doesn't know his place," she remarks before giving the lad one more look. "At the edge later, me and you," she growls.
The boy turns his attention to Tristan, for a moment. "R-right," Flint says. "No pissing contests in the park." April's words, however, kill the tight control that the Glass Walker had been maintaining on his rage, and very suddenly he is in halfway to being in April's face, glowering, and doing everything he can not to just lose it.
Tristan's mouth tightens, and he points to a door at the side marked 'Private: Authorised Personnel Only.' "You are welcome to use my office. More than welcome," he adds, a touch dryly, and then far more quietly, "with no cameras." He darts a glance to Harper. "Do you know them, or are you just a concerned citizen?"
"Didn't realize people had places…" comes Harper's rather innocent and equality-themed response. Then the boy reacts and (either the girl has nerves of steel or she's daft) the red head actually tries to slip in between the two. "Guys! Enough! Seriously!" There's a heaviness of command and authority in her voice that seems, at the moment, perhaps strangely out of place on the spunky human. Tristan gets a shake of her head, "Never met 'em before. My lucky day apparently."
April gives Flint only a glance before shaking her head at Tristan. "We'll finish this back at the edge," she tells him before moving to try and place her hands on Harper's shoulders. "Care to get a drink with me?" she asks as she tries to lead the girl away from the angry teenager.
Flint gains control of himself very quickly, and then sidesteps again, putting himself in April's way and there's a fight quite evident in his stance. "We'll finish this now, since he's so. Kindly. Offered," Flint says. The words are still backed with the galliard's rage and a force of personality, even despite the stammer in delivery. Harper gets a brief, hard stare. "You should. You should go, kid," Flint says.
"Good advice," Tristan tells Harper, all seriousness now, and somehow he still manages to give the air of being in control, even when, plainly, nobody is right now. "Sometimes you just make things worse by being there, and need to walk away. Don't worry, I know their guardians, I'll give them a call in just a moment." He picks up his board and signals to one of the park attendants, a complicated gesture that results int he man shooing a group of kids away from the line between Flint, April, and the office and setting up a barrier to limit access to that part of the rink.
Harper gives a gentle shrug of the shoulders at the grip that catches her, gentle as it might be, due to the tension. "If you two aren't gonna throw down, then I think I'll just return to my run. Could probably use the distraction honestly." She backs off then, nodding toward the girl once more, "Thanks for returning the wallet." Tristan gets a curious look and then the girl is turning full around- though she exits the debate with a walk, rather than returning to her previous activity of parkour through the skate park. "Too often, people make things worse by choosing to not be there too." Once a good distance away, she speeds up to a run and disappears behind some half pipes.
April sighs as the lass runs off and looks back to Tristan. "You're sure no one will disturb us while I show this pup his place?" she questions before finally looking back to Flint where he moved to block her way. "If you won't wait until we're back at the edge, then fine. You've brought this on yourself." She motions towards the office then. "Go."
"Shut the, fuck up," Flint tells April, once Harper's gone, and there's that anger, nearly murderous now, behind it, along with the occasional glance to Tristan. "You disrespect my family, my teacher, and. You've. Disrespected, my home. I. Do not. Stand, for it." There are a few steps in the indicated direction, though it's more of a 'you first' thing.
That said, Flint looks at Tristan. "I. You… you don't need to call Salem," the boy states. "Or her…" there's a frustrated wave of his hand. "Whoever."
Tristan gives a short shake of his head, borderline irritated but very careful not to meet either Garou's eyes. "To the office, please."
"If you hadn't started this, he wouldn't have to make a call." April remarks, voice calm still. She starts towards the office, striding confidently as she's intent on putting this lad in his place.
There is a quiet assurance in Flint's stride himself, and the teen can be heard singing, very quietly under his breath as he walks. He's got good pitch, but the words are clearly a focus. 'Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we're finally on our own…'
Tristan turns to nod to a man at the side of the rink, who would be unobtrusive if he wasn't also built like a weightlifter, sporting a crewcut, and wearing a black suit and an earpiece. They exchange a nod, and the suited man starts to make his way around the outside of the rink. Tristan drops his board to the ground and pushes off on it, guiding himself with practiced ease to the flat top of one of the unused ramps and pulling out a cellphone once he's perched up there.
Flint shuts the door of the office behind him and April, looking around, and that cold stare returns, a jut of his chin that's challenging. "Where were we?" he asks her. Hands are shoved into his pockets, and the glare that the cliath gives is regardless of the other's rank, regardless of anything, and backed by rage.
April keeps herself quiet as they make their way to the office and then steps inside quickly. Only a couple steps into the office are taken before she pins about to face Flint, arms crossed and a glare upon her face. "We were to the point that you learn your place and back down before you get hurt."
There is a deep breath, and Flint just doesn't break eye contact. "You're fostern, April-rhya. Act like it." That's all he says, and he straightens his shoulders, stands tall, and continues to glare.
April doesn't even blink as she glares right back at the lad. "You're cliath, know your place. You should know better than to challenge me in the open like that. You could have hurt a lot of people and ripped the veil as well."
"You disrespect, my tribe. My family. I owe you nothing," Flint snaps. The teen's not calm, but he's got a good control on the anger that boils inside of him.
April's sigh is one of exasperation. She steps just a little closer to the lad, using the heels on her shoes for that crucial bit of extra height. "You don't have to like me, kid, but I am still an elder to you. Not your tribe, not your pack, not your family, but Fostern nonetheless, like you said. Stand down, exit that door and go on your way."
He doesn't stand down, and there's challenge in the jut of his chin, and he pushes off the door to be forward, in her face, lips pulled back to show his teeth. Flint doesn't say anything, though, just waits, in the way of her leaving should she want to.
April takes in a couple deep breaths. "Very well, kid," she states, eyes never leaving him. "Listen to me and listen well. You want it out with me, then take to a formal challenge. Approach and challenge me and we'll settle whatever you think this is between us. Otherwise, get out of my face before you get yourself hurt. This is your last warning."
"Like I said, I want you to. T-to, apologise. To Kavi-rhya. To whoever else, is. In that mess, and. For the disrespect. And to shut the. Fuck. Up. And stop, belittling me, to try and make me back down." Throughout the little speech, Flint doesn't give ground, doesn't look away from the Fury. But his hands are also firmly in his pockets, and he seems content to keep the disagreement to a verbal and staring pissing contest.
"Then submit a challenge or back off and let it drop," April growls, her own ire starting to show more. She uncrosses her arms and moves to try and step around the lad to make it towards the door, though her glare never leaves him. "The next we meet, I expect that mouth of yours to be cleaner."
There's a sidestep from Flint to match April's, a moment where without even looking the teen taps out a text message on his phone and shoves it in his pocket.
"There, you go, again," the Glass Walker growls. "What, the. Fuck. Is your problem."
April seems to have had it as her body changes, shifting up into her glabro form. "Move out of my way before I make you move out of my way. I will not say it again!"
The control that he'd had on his rage vanishes, and in each other's faces as they are, the Glass Walker matches glabro with crinos even in the enclosed space, enraged and frothing as he charges towards her, claws out as he strikes towards her chest.
April cries out as that claw swipes across her, flinging her back against the wall. She wastes no time in shifting up to Crinos before she finishes settling from the where she landed. "No more!" she barks out, the voice rough and the words distorted as she launches herself right back at the Cliath, teeth snapping as she aims for the throat.
The words have no effect, and Requiem's charging right back at her, claws tearing for the soft of her stomach and whatever other opportunities he might get. Furniture seems to be the casualty of the fight at the moment, the mirror shattering as the cliath tries to push the slightly smaller fostern back into it. The pain of jaws tearing through his shoulder is likewise ignored, masked by rage.
Shifting Briar struggles to keep from being pushed back by the raging crinos and at least manages to slow him as she pushes back against him. She leans into the male, legs stepping up the wall some for leverage before drawing her kneels to her bloody stomach, tilting back as she slams against the wall and mirror before kicking out with both legs, her clawed feet kicking and moving quickly to rip into the cliaths stomach in turn.
There is a snarl of pain as that cuts into his stomach, and yet Requiem launches himself at her again, set to tear into whatever he can reach with his claws.
Shifting Briar keeps herself leaning back against the wall as her arms try to fend off and keep away his claws from her skin. Her feet continue to try and kick and claw at the torso of the cliath for a moment before she shifts her bracing to her left foot and kicks up hard with her right, aiming for his head.
The Glass Walker lands several solid swipes at her arms and shoulders before her foot catches his head. Requiem stumbles backward a little, though there's still every single-minded intent to hurt the other crinos.
Shifting Briar is breathing hard as she drops to the floor once the cliath stumbles back but she doesn't hesitate as she lands on her feet. She turns to the side where the desk sits and in one hard twist, sends the desk flying at the crinos as hard as she can!
The desk catches the cliath, hard, and falls to one side. And then Requiem falls to the ground, a final lunge towards the Fury before he falls, shifting back to his birth form.
Rina screeches the Ducati a bit in the parking lot, unloading herself from the back of the bike. It doesn't take long to find out where all the noise is coming from. She promptly starts screaming at anyone left around to run.
One of the security guards interrupts Rina. It seems that despite the noise, the management had cleared the skatepark of people before whatever's going on in the office, and they're doing their best to keep people from getting any closer. "Excuse me, ma'am. Skatepark's closed," he says. The guard is in a suit, with an earpiece, built like a bodybuilder.
Rina gives the man a curt, swift nod. "Yeah, I know why. You cleared everyone out?" She doesn't get off her bike.
The guard doesn't move, either. "Mr. Steele's instructions not to let anyone in, ma'am."
Shifting Briar stands over the cliath for a long moment, waiting and watching. She's not taking a chance with this being a ruse even with him shifting back to his birth form. Finally though, even she can see he is done with the fight and slowly she shifts down to Glabro, not risking the chance of passing out should she go back to homid herself. "Told you to leave," she grumbles at the lad before making her way around him, to the door, to poke her head out.
Flint's well and unconscious, and the skatepark outside is mostly empty save for where Rina's being interrupted by one of the security guards. Tristan's gone off to do something, likely make more phone calls, and there's nothing stopping April from just leaving. Except perhaps Rina.
Rina's eyes narrow. "Mr. Steele. This is Tristan's place?" She takes off her helmet, then, without leaving the back of the bike.
"Yes ma'am," the guard says again. He looks down at Rina, not moving from his post, and listens to the earpiece for a moment, then murmurs back at it. "You family?"
The rumble of another bike approaches, smaller, less powerful than Rina's. It pulls up behind her, and then eases forward until it's nearly side by side with hers.
April glances back at Flint's form before stepping out of the office, not looking too good, slamming the door hard behind her to draw attention of those arriving. "He's in there." she barks towards Rina.
Rina gives a brief nod. "Rina Vencenzo. Family, but the skyscraper kind." She glances from him to the building.
The guard takes a moment, and looks from Rina, to Kavi. "If you're family, go on." He moves, stepping aside a few feet and going back to murmuring into the radio earpiece, something about cleanup going to be a bitch.
Kavi pulls his helmet off, and he looks from the guard to April, and then to Rina.
Rina glances over to Kavi and says, "I'll go get the car. Then she pops the helmet on, turns the bike about, and zooms off.
April strides towards the two on the bikes, looking none too happy. She motions again back towards the office door she just came from. "Back there, in there! Yours." She's not the most steady on her feet as she comes to a stop as Rina zooms off.
Kavi parks his bike as Rina takes off. He frowns at April, but doesn't speak. Instead, he moves past her, quickly, to the door and through it.
Inside the office, crumpled at a bit of an odd angle, Flint's laying on the floor, still most of the way unconscious. The desk is on its side next to him, and the teen's bleeding from deep gashes across his chest and stomach, one on his shoulder. Broken glass is scattered around the office, as well, what might have once been a mirror. But the teen's still breathing, at least.
April waits until the man is past her before turning to follow, albeit at a slower pace. She's pissed at the cliath, but she does want to make sure he's alright even if it was, in her opinion, his stupid mistake to cause the fight.
Kavi gives a glance behind him as April follows after, tension rising in his neck and shoulders. He moves quickly to Flint's side, after that, worry making that tension even more obvious. His lips draw back in a snarl, and he reaches for anything he can find to staunch the bleeding. "Can you heal?" he asks, without looking again at the Fury. His voice is low and rough, anger in the sound.
There's a low sound of pain from the boy, though it's only a little in the inevitable return to consciousness.
"No," April answers, her voice flat. "When he wakes, he'll be fine in lupus," she adds, stepping back away from the snarling man slowly. She's in no mood for round two right now and definitely not in any shape for it.
Kavi checks Flint over, top to bottom, once the most obvious wounds are tended. As the boy begins to regain consciousness, the older galliard leans down, close to his ear. "Shift," he says, and though there's still anger, still stress in the sound, it is at least somewhat softer.
There's a good deal of confusion in Flint's manner, and he doesn't shift, trying to move only to realise that for the most part, he can't. The cliath bites down on his lip in pain, looking at Kavi. "Kavi-rhya? How'd you?"
April continues to back away from the office door and the two inside. Instead, she moves over to sit upon a small raised portion of cement. There, she leans forward to rest elbows on knees and head in hands, her eyes closing.
"Shift," Kavi whispers again. "You can tell me, later." He glances toward the door, and the Fury beyond, and his teeth bare in a silent expression of his rage.
This time, Flint manages to shift, form growing to glabro, and he bites his lip again, moving the arm with the injured shoulder a little closer to his body.
April doesn't say anything, doesn't even look back towards that office as she keeps her head in her hands. She knows Kavi's angry and knows how easy it'll be to set him off right now. Best to not move, to be out of sight, out of mind.
Rina drives back in, sometime later—this time in a car.
The security guard's still there, and he strides towards the car as it approaches, then catches sight of Rina and nods, gesturing her to the closest parking space to the skatepark itself. There's been a larger perimeter set up now, keeping most of the squares away.
Kavi backs off just a fraction, just enough to look Flint over again, once he's shifted. "Can you walk?"
Rina hops out and heads into the building at a jog. "Kavi?" she calls out.
"Here," Kavi responds, casting a glance back over his shoulder to look for Rina.
"I. If," Flint nods, though he seems to be having trouble for the most part with actually getting to sitting up, and standing. He looks towards the door, taking a deep, ragged breath.
April is one with the cement that she sits on, intent to wait for the others to leave before she even thinks about getting up from where she is.
Rina just gives April a look, as she passes. Not hostile, really, but flat and emotionless. Then she heads into the office. There's a duffel over her shoulder, which she immediately cracks open to begin first aid. "Stay down," she mutters.
Kavi swallows when Rina arrives, and nods, to her or to Flint. He backs off enough to let Rina work, though he helps where he can, still holding the impromptu dressing to the worst of the stomach wounds.
The cliath winces, holding still aside from a few involuntary jerks of pain. "Owwww." It's more of a moan, and then Flint looks back from Kavi, to Rina, repeating the earlier question. "How'd you, know to? I… I lost it, didn't I." Even if he is rather breathless and shouldn't be talking.
"Id'no, babe. You want somethin' for the pain?" Rina's voice is low, taut, as she works.
Kavi pulls his hand back, out of Rina's way, and rises. He takes a step back, and then another. For a moment, he simply watches the others, but then his gaze starts to wander around the office, taking in the damage and the state of things.
Flint takes another breath and nods. "Yes. Please." Flint barely manages a whisper right now, and there's another breath pulled in, "I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry."
"It's aright. Some people are good at pushin' buttons is all," Rina mutters. Her jaw is tight, as she opens a little kit the size of a hardcover book, unwraps a needle, and fills it. Thankfully Kavi is the only one here likely to notice her expertise.
The Kin whips a tourniquet into place. "Make a fist, if y'can," she says quietly. The tiny sting of the needle, amid all the other pain—and then there's a icy, heavy feeling, and a weird otherworldly rush as the hurting just seems to drain away, leaving him in an opiate-induced fog.
Kavi stands back, out of the way. Little more than a glance would be enough to see the tension in him, way the situation seems to be affecting him.
Flint obeys, and there's a sigh and the cliath starts to breathe much noticeably easier, relaxing to let Rina continue the first aid.
The rest is done with quiet efficiency, while Kavi turns his focus elsewhere. He walks to the window and stares out at the park and city beyond, slowly pulling himself back from the edge he walked.
The security guard from earlier seems to have switched out with another now that the situation's under 'control', and he walks over towards April. "Anything I can get you...?" he asks, clearly aware of what happened in the office and why the park had to be 'closed'. The same question is repeated when he reaches the door of the office.
April glances up slowly towards the security guard. "A car to the edge of town," she murmurs before returning her head back to her hands. Few words from her right now.
The security guard nods. "That will be arranged," he assures, turning back to the door, and to Kavi, assessing the damage to the office. "You should probably get going when he can move again," the guard says, though there's kindness of a sort in the tone, rather than the gruffness one might expect. "If there's anything that we can do to help, let us know. Mr. Steele also says to inform you that we got the park cleared before they were in the office very long and that's been taken care of... you are?"
Flint is oblivious to all of this, finally sitting up slowly with Rina's help, chewing on his lower lip a little, though he doesn't seem ready to get to his feet yet.
Kavi returns. He takes glabro himself as he nears and gives a shake of his head to the boy. "I'll carry you," he says, and reaches down to do just that. He doesn't meet Flint's gaze, nor Rina's, and his movements still hold the stiffness that speaks of his mood.
April looks back up at the security guard. "He's not talkative. When will the car be here for me?" she questions, her eyes flicking towards the office door for a moment before looking back to the ground before her.
The guard quite evidently knows better than to push, and gives a brief nod once they're all moving, returning to April. "If you'll come with me, we'll find you a driver who can take you to the Edgewood, miss, and somewhere more comfortable to wait." The guard waits, then, before leading the way to a smaller and still empty waiting area, muttering into his earpiece for the radio once again.
Flint allows himself to be picked up, and carried, eyes squinting shut briefly as he moves the uninjured arm to Kavi's shoulder for balance. But the cliath is calm, drowsing in and out, which is likely better than the alternative.
Kavi glances to the security guard, but still has nothing to say. With Rina's help, he maneuvers the boy into the back seat of the car and then waits as Rina drives away. One last look is given to the park, to the surrounding area, and then the galliard takes his bike back to the tenement.
April heads off with the security guard to get that ride back toward Edgewood. She's silent, if not sleeping most of the ride before she'd make her way back to Fury house.
11 July, 2012
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (50% full).
A quick bounce back up and the girl dusts herself off a little, looking no worse for the wear and apparently not having heard the comment or the clapping. Fixing her ear buds back into her, she glances around at the obstacles and gives them a thoughtful look. A deep breath, evident by the rise and fall of her shoulders, and then she starts running again, this time toward the skate park.
Kids. April shakes her head as the girl gets up and rushes off, her eyes following her for a moment before she turns and lets her feet do the same. Nope, she's not stalking, not one bit, but it's something interesting to watch and so she'll watch.
There's another person out running in Phoenix Park today, a skinny teen in hand-me-downs, earbuds in his ears. Flint just runs along one of the paths from Tiger Lake, though, evidently focused on where he's going. To the degree that he only narrowly manages to dart around April, no mind paid.
As the red head enters the mostly empty skate park, she turns to their obstacles for her coursework. Hopping over and under grind rails, hand-springing over beams and in general, making a cakewalk out of the hardware. Somewhere in the midst of this run, a small wallet slips from the baggy pocket of her cargo pants—and she's totally unaware as she runs away from it.
The wallet might have been missed by the redhead, but the one watching doesn't miss it. April waits a moment before slipping from her spot into the skate park as well. Her steps are not rushed as she heads to where that wallet is dropped though it might be a good thing there skate park part is all but empty as she steps right through without looking for who she might get in the way of.
And there she goes getting in the way again, and this time Flint runs right into April. "Wha—" and then he sees who it is, dusts himself off and squares his shoulders. "Watch it wh-why don't you."
It's the peripheral sight more than the sound that draws the girl's attention behind her. She stops her running to watch the two people engage verbally, and that even draws her earbuds out of her ears.
April goes down after a few stumbling steps despite her attempt to keep her feet and glares up at the one who dares to run into her. Her eyes latch onto Flint and she glares a little. "You watch it!"
The glare doesn't faze the teen much. "Uh-huh," he snaps, and there's a moment where he turns away, tucking phone into pocket and draping earbuds around his ears. "Stay at the side of. Of the. The goddamn everything," Flint tells April. "Otherwise, people are. Are gonna run into you, and ain't. Nothing, you can do about it. So." He doesn't seem at all bothered that she's fallen.
As the little collision lasts beyond a quick double sorry, Harper makes her way over, jogging rather quickly. It's a soft, concern-filled peering that she puts out first. "Hey, wow, you two okay? Quite a bump there." A hand is even offered to the one still on the ground, though she seems as neutral as the Swiss regarding fault.
April's glare grows a little more for the one who ran into her before she blinks and looks up with a small smile for the offered hand. "Thank you," she remarks as she uses it to get up. Her hands then going to dusting herself off and making sure her dress is decent. "Some people tend to not pay attention to others," she states, looking back to Flint.
Flint crosses his arms in front of him. "Some… some people don't," he starts, and pulls in a deep breath, "act their age." There's a distinct emphasis on age, like the teen is using it as a substitute for some other word. "Or h-have. Manners." Harper gets a slightly apologetic smile from the boy, though. "Was j-just running. And then she. Walked in. In front of me before I. I could turn," he explains.
Harper holds up a hand and grins a bit. "Whoa whoa, just an accident. That's why they invented the word in the first place. For when there was no intention behind the act. And you guys are both okay, so, no harm no foul." She looks around the park, "Heck, I didn't see either of you and I'm out here hopping around like a frog that had too much coffee."
April keeps her eyes upon Flint even as she holds out the object that had her attention when she was run into towards Harper. "Yours I believe," she states before wagging a finger from her other hand at Flint. "And you know better, little pup." She's still a bit angry at the teen.
Flint's voice is very, very cold, barely restrained anger himself, and he stares at April for a moment, and even when he looks away, there's no deference there, only the barest acknowledgement that he can give. "So do you," he points out, each word enunciated and harsh on the boy's voice. There's a breath, steadying. "Or maybe, you don't, from. What I've heard." Harper gets a nod. "'s. All good," he assures her.
The tension is definitely noticeable between the threesome, and Harper doesn't seem oblivious to it. "Guys, c'mon, it's ok," she encourages again. At the wallet, she blinks. "Oh crap on cracker, it must have fallen out while I was…" she laughs as she reaches out to take it. "Thanks a million!" As the argument continues, she raises one brow, "You two know each other?"
April keeps her eyes upon the lad before finally offering another smile towards Harper and nodding. "We know each other. I've helped him get to sleep before when he was having nightmares," she states before turning fully towards the girl and seeming to ignore Flint. "You know, you're really talented, all those flips and jumps."
The boy gets a very interesting set to his jaw, and takes a step towards April. "We know each other," Harper gets, though there's seeming confusion as to April's statement. "She's a. Disrespectful. Bitch." And with that, the cliath's chin juts up, and the way that he meets April's gaze is quite certainly challenging. "Act your age for. For… for once," he tells April, tone smoothed over, persuasive.
"Huh." Harper's response to the knowing each other is pretty simple, and she's just about to offer thanks for the compliment when the verbal throw down takes place. "Wow. Um." There's clear shock in those two simple words, and the added layer of tension and rage that the staredown triggers brings Harper back a step. "You guys should really just relax and let it go. It was just an accident. Seriously. Don't get all in each others faces over it."
April lets out a sigh as the lad keeps it up. She nods to Harper before turning to face Flint fully. "You really want to just step back and walk away, Flint," she states, voice flat as she meets those eyes with a glare of her own. "This is your chance before you make a scene you'll regret."
Flint squares his shoulders, and looks to April. There's no wavering in his gaze, and it's backed by a great deal of Rage, contained beneath the surface but not that far beneath. "No, actually," he responds. "I want you to. Apologise. To Kavi, and to. My family as a whole. For the disrespect that, you caused. Or, you can look away now, and…" the words trail off, lips pursed in a very thin line. Either way, Flint's not backing down, or looking away.
A rumbling of wheels gets closer than most—the usual crowd seem to be avoiding the little group of Flint, April and Harper. Stopping neatly right beside the group is an older man—still young, but older than the usual teenage crowd, although his dress is much the same as everyone else (His T-shirt reads 'My Other Ride is a Unicorn'). "Hey there!" he greets with a warm grin, either oblivious to the tension or, perhaps, deliberately trying to break it.
Eyes roll up in a show of sudden exasperation, "This is nuts." A pause. "Uh, guys?" A hand comes up to snap fingers in between the set of locked eyes. "Words. Words are good, mmmkay? You look about ready to slug each other. C'mon. Chill." And then there comes another, and Harper's attention is drawn to him. "Look. Causing a fuss. Someone's gonna call security if it gets much louder here."
April waves off the girl who tries to diffuse the situation. "Go ahead and run along." she says distractedly towards the, now two, watching. "This kid here will back down as soon as no one's watching him get humiliated."
The jut of Flint's jaw gets even more determined, and he doesn't break eye contact with April. They're of a height, it's easy enough not to. "I think," he says, "not." His hands, in his pockets, are clenched into visible fists, but the teen's doing a good job of not letting the Rage boil over. "But you can just back off, April, a-and. Do like, I suggested. Make amends. I'm sure, you know how. Or you can, find someone, to teach you."
"Hate to break up the party, but no pissing contests in the park," the newcomer says, still friendly but with a note of authority. "I will call in your guardians if need be. And my wife would get really annoyed at having to scrape me off the floor if I end up trying to break up a fight," he adds, almost an afterthought. "Take it somewhere private."
At the wave off, Harper gives a little look to the female involved. "Wow. Right. Sorry. But, I have a pretty strict policy on not walking away from a situation where I might be able to do the right thing." Her arms fold over her chest and she looks between the two of them again, though, she sidles a step closer to Tristan as well.
April would like nothing more than to make this teenager learn not to challenge her, but the publicness of the place is just something she cannot ignore. Lose it here and she'll not get off easy. Tristan's words are another annoyance in her ears. She breaks her gaze away from the lad and looks towards the side with a frown before turning fully around where she stands to look back to Harper. "Sorry, he just doesn't know his place," she remarks before giving the lad one more look. "At the edge later, me and you," she growls.
The boy turns his attention to Tristan, for a moment. "R-right," Flint says. "No pissing contests in the park." April's words, however, kill the tight control that the Glass Walker had been maintaining on his rage, and very suddenly he is in halfway to being in April's face, glowering, and doing everything he can not to just lose it.
Tristan's mouth tightens, and he points to a door at the side marked 'Private: Authorised Personnel Only.' "You are welcome to use my office. More than welcome," he adds, a touch dryly, and then far more quietly, "with no cameras." He darts a glance to Harper. "Do you know them, or are you just a concerned citizen?"
"Didn't realize people had places…" comes Harper's rather innocent and equality-themed response. Then the boy reacts and (either the girl has nerves of steel or she's daft) the red head actually tries to slip in between the two. "Guys! Enough! Seriously!" There's a heaviness of command and authority in her voice that seems, at the moment, perhaps strangely out of place on the spunky human. Tristan gets a shake of her head, "Never met 'em before. My lucky day apparently."
April gives Flint only a glance before shaking her head at Tristan. "We'll finish this back at the edge," she tells him before moving to try and place her hands on Harper's shoulders. "Care to get a drink with me?" she asks as she tries to lead the girl away from the angry teenager.
Flint gains control of himself very quickly, and then sidesteps again, putting himself in April's way and there's a fight quite evident in his stance. "We'll finish this now, since he's so. Kindly. Offered," Flint says. The words are still backed with the galliard's rage and a force of personality, even despite the stammer in delivery. Harper gets a brief, hard stare. "You should. You should go, kid," Flint says.
"Good advice," Tristan tells Harper, all seriousness now, and somehow he still manages to give the air of being in control, even when, plainly, nobody is right now. "Sometimes you just make things worse by being there, and need to walk away. Don't worry, I know their guardians, I'll give them a call in just a moment." He picks up his board and signals to one of the park attendants, a complicated gesture that results int he man shooing a group of kids away from the line between Flint, April, and the office and setting up a barrier to limit access to that part of the rink.
Harper gives a gentle shrug of the shoulders at the grip that catches her, gentle as it might be, due to the tension. "If you two aren't gonna throw down, then I think I'll just return to my run. Could probably use the distraction honestly." She backs off then, nodding toward the girl once more, "Thanks for returning the wallet." Tristan gets a curious look and then the girl is turning full around- though she exits the debate with a walk, rather than returning to her previous activity of parkour through the skate park. "Too often, people make things worse by choosing to not be there too." Once a good distance away, she speeds up to a run and disappears behind some half pipes.
April sighs as the lass runs off and looks back to Tristan. "You're sure no one will disturb us while I show this pup his place?" she questions before finally looking back to Flint where he moved to block her way. "If you won't wait until we're back at the edge, then fine. You've brought this on yourself." She motions towards the office then. "Go."
"Shut the, fuck up," Flint tells April, once Harper's gone, and there's that anger, nearly murderous now, behind it, along with the occasional glance to Tristan. "You disrespect my family, my teacher, and. You've. Disrespected, my home. I. Do not. Stand, for it." There are a few steps in the indicated direction, though it's more of a 'you first' thing.
That said, Flint looks at Tristan. "I. You… you don't need to call Salem," the boy states. "Or her…" there's a frustrated wave of his hand. "Whoever."
Tristan gives a short shake of his head, borderline irritated but very careful not to meet either Garou's eyes. "To the office, please."
"If you hadn't started this, he wouldn't have to make a call." April remarks, voice calm still. She starts towards the office, striding confidently as she's intent on putting this lad in his place.
There is a quiet assurance in Flint's stride himself, and the teen can be heard singing, very quietly under his breath as he walks. He's got good pitch, but the words are clearly a focus. 'Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we're finally on our own…'
Tristan turns to nod to a man at the side of the rink, who would be unobtrusive if he wasn't also built like a weightlifter, sporting a crewcut, and wearing a black suit and an earpiece. They exchange a nod, and the suited man starts to make his way around the outside of the rink. Tristan drops his board to the ground and pushes off on it, guiding himself with practiced ease to the flat top of one of the unused ramps and pulling out a cellphone once he's perched up there.
Flint shuts the door of the office behind him and April, looking around, and that cold stare returns, a jut of his chin that's challenging. "Where were we?" he asks her. Hands are shoved into his pockets, and the glare that the cliath gives is regardless of the other's rank, regardless of anything, and backed by rage.
April keeps herself quiet as they make their way to the office and then steps inside quickly. Only a couple steps into the office are taken before she pins about to face Flint, arms crossed and a glare upon her face. "We were to the point that you learn your place and back down before you get hurt."
There is a deep breath, and Flint just doesn't break eye contact. "You're fostern, April-rhya. Act like it." That's all he says, and he straightens his shoulders, stands tall, and continues to glare.
April doesn't even blink as she glares right back at the lad. "You're cliath, know your place. You should know better than to challenge me in the open like that. You could have hurt a lot of people and ripped the veil as well."
"You disrespect, my tribe. My family. I owe you nothing," Flint snaps. The teen's not calm, but he's got a good control on the anger that boils inside of him.
April's sigh is one of exasperation. She steps just a little closer to the lad, using the heels on her shoes for that crucial bit of extra height. "You don't have to like me, kid, but I am still an elder to you. Not your tribe, not your pack, not your family, but Fostern nonetheless, like you said. Stand down, exit that door and go on your way."
He doesn't stand down, and there's challenge in the jut of his chin, and he pushes off the door to be forward, in her face, lips pulled back to show his teeth. Flint doesn't say anything, though, just waits, in the way of her leaving should she want to.
April takes in a couple deep breaths. "Very well, kid," she states, eyes never leaving him. "Listen to me and listen well. You want it out with me, then take to a formal challenge. Approach and challenge me and we'll settle whatever you think this is between us. Otherwise, get out of my face before you get yourself hurt. This is your last warning."
"Like I said, I want you to. T-to, apologise. To Kavi-rhya. To whoever else, is. In that mess, and. For the disrespect. And to shut the. Fuck. Up. And stop, belittling me, to try and make me back down." Throughout the little speech, Flint doesn't give ground, doesn't look away from the Fury. But his hands are also firmly in his pockets, and he seems content to keep the disagreement to a verbal and staring pissing contest.
"Then submit a challenge or back off and let it drop," April growls, her own ire starting to show more. She uncrosses her arms and moves to try and step around the lad to make it towards the door, though her glare never leaves him. "The next we meet, I expect that mouth of yours to be cleaner."
There's a sidestep from Flint to match April's, a moment where without even looking the teen taps out a text message on his phone and shoves it in his pocket.
To Kavi, Rina: minor trouble, phoenix park. think I'm going to need a ride."There, you go, again," the Glass Walker growls. "What, the. Fuck. Is your problem."
April seems to have had it as her body changes, shifting up into her glabro form. "Move out of my way before I make you move out of my way. I will not say it again!"
The control that he'd had on his rage vanishes, and in each other's faces as they are, the Glass Walker matches glabro with crinos even in the enclosed space, enraged and frothing as he charges towards her, claws out as he strikes towards her chest.
April cries out as that claw swipes across her, flinging her back against the wall. She wastes no time in shifting up to Crinos before she finishes settling from the where she landed. "No more!" she barks out, the voice rough and the words distorted as she launches herself right back at the Cliath, teeth snapping as she aims for the throat.
The words have no effect, and Requiem's charging right back at her, claws tearing for the soft of her stomach and whatever other opportunities he might get. Furniture seems to be the casualty of the fight at the moment, the mirror shattering as the cliath tries to push the slightly smaller fostern back into it. The pain of jaws tearing through his shoulder is likewise ignored, masked by rage.
Shifting Briar struggles to keep from being pushed back by the raging crinos and at least manages to slow him as she pushes back against him. She leans into the male, legs stepping up the wall some for leverage before drawing her kneels to her bloody stomach, tilting back as she slams against the wall and mirror before kicking out with both legs, her clawed feet kicking and moving quickly to rip into the cliaths stomach in turn.
There is a snarl of pain as that cuts into his stomach, and yet Requiem launches himself at her again, set to tear into whatever he can reach with his claws.
Shifting Briar keeps herself leaning back against the wall as her arms try to fend off and keep away his claws from her skin. Her feet continue to try and kick and claw at the torso of the cliath for a moment before she shifts her bracing to her left foot and kicks up hard with her right, aiming for his head.
The Glass Walker lands several solid swipes at her arms and shoulders before her foot catches his head. Requiem stumbles backward a little, though there's still every single-minded intent to hurt the other crinos.
Shifting Briar is breathing hard as she drops to the floor once the cliath stumbles back but she doesn't hesitate as she lands on her feet. She turns to the side where the desk sits and in one hard twist, sends the desk flying at the crinos as hard as she can!
The desk catches the cliath, hard, and falls to one side. And then Requiem falls to the ground, a final lunge towards the Fury before he falls, shifting back to his birth form.
Rina screeches the Ducati a bit in the parking lot, unloading herself from the back of the bike. It doesn't take long to find out where all the noise is coming from. She promptly starts screaming at anyone left around to run.
One of the security guards interrupts Rina. It seems that despite the noise, the management had cleared the skatepark of people before whatever's going on in the office, and they're doing their best to keep people from getting any closer. "Excuse me, ma'am. Skatepark's closed," he says. The guard is in a suit, with an earpiece, built like a bodybuilder.
Rina gives the man a curt, swift nod. "Yeah, I know why. You cleared everyone out?" She doesn't get off her bike.
The guard doesn't move, either. "Mr. Steele's instructions not to let anyone in, ma'am."
Shifting Briar stands over the cliath for a long moment, waiting and watching. She's not taking a chance with this being a ruse even with him shifting back to his birth form. Finally though, even she can see he is done with the fight and slowly she shifts down to Glabro, not risking the chance of passing out should she go back to homid herself. "Told you to leave," she grumbles at the lad before making her way around him, to the door, to poke her head out.
Flint's well and unconscious, and the skatepark outside is mostly empty save for where Rina's being interrupted by one of the security guards. Tristan's gone off to do something, likely make more phone calls, and there's nothing stopping April from just leaving. Except perhaps Rina.
Rina's eyes narrow. "Mr. Steele. This is Tristan's place?" She takes off her helmet, then, without leaving the back of the bike.
"Yes ma'am," the guard says again. He looks down at Rina, not moving from his post, and listens to the earpiece for a moment, then murmurs back at it. "You family?"
The rumble of another bike approaches, smaller, less powerful than Rina's. It pulls up behind her, and then eases forward until it's nearly side by side with hers.
April glances back at Flint's form before stepping out of the office, not looking too good, slamming the door hard behind her to draw attention of those arriving. "He's in there." she barks towards Rina.
Rina gives a brief nod. "Rina Vencenzo. Family, but the skyscraper kind." She glances from him to the building.
The guard takes a moment, and looks from Rina, to Kavi. "If you're family, go on." He moves, stepping aside a few feet and going back to murmuring into the radio earpiece, something about cleanup going to be a bitch.
Kavi pulls his helmet off, and he looks from the guard to April, and then to Rina.
Rina glances over to Kavi and says, "I'll go get the car. Then she pops the helmet on, turns the bike about, and zooms off.
April strides towards the two on the bikes, looking none too happy. She motions again back towards the office door she just came from. "Back there, in there! Yours." She's not the most steady on her feet as she comes to a stop as Rina zooms off.
Kavi parks his bike as Rina takes off. He frowns at April, but doesn't speak. Instead, he moves past her, quickly, to the door and through it.
Inside the office, crumpled at a bit of an odd angle, Flint's laying on the floor, still most of the way unconscious. The desk is on its side next to him, and the teen's bleeding from deep gashes across his chest and stomach, one on his shoulder. Broken glass is scattered around the office, as well, what might have once been a mirror. But the teen's still breathing, at least.
April waits until the man is past her before turning to follow, albeit at a slower pace. She's pissed at the cliath, but she does want to make sure he's alright even if it was, in her opinion, his stupid mistake to cause the fight.
Kavi gives a glance behind him as April follows after, tension rising in his neck and shoulders. He moves quickly to Flint's side, after that, worry making that tension even more obvious. His lips draw back in a snarl, and he reaches for anything he can find to staunch the bleeding. "Can you heal?" he asks, without looking again at the Fury. His voice is low and rough, anger in the sound.
There's a low sound of pain from the boy, though it's only a little in the inevitable return to consciousness.
"No," April answers, her voice flat. "When he wakes, he'll be fine in lupus," she adds, stepping back away from the snarling man slowly. She's in no mood for round two right now and definitely not in any shape for it.
Kavi checks Flint over, top to bottom, once the most obvious wounds are tended. As the boy begins to regain consciousness, the older galliard leans down, close to his ear. "Shift," he says, and though there's still anger, still stress in the sound, it is at least somewhat softer.
There's a good deal of confusion in Flint's manner, and he doesn't shift, trying to move only to realise that for the most part, he can't. The cliath bites down on his lip in pain, looking at Kavi. "Kavi-rhya? How'd you?"
April continues to back away from the office door and the two inside. Instead, she moves over to sit upon a small raised portion of cement. There, she leans forward to rest elbows on knees and head in hands, her eyes closing.
"Shift," Kavi whispers again. "You can tell me, later." He glances toward the door, and the Fury beyond, and his teeth bare in a silent expression of his rage.
This time, Flint manages to shift, form growing to glabro, and he bites his lip again, moving the arm with the injured shoulder a little closer to his body.
April doesn't say anything, doesn't even look back towards that office as she keeps her head in her hands. She knows Kavi's angry and knows how easy it'll be to set him off right now. Best to not move, to be out of sight, out of mind.
Rina drives back in, sometime later—this time in a car.
The security guard's still there, and he strides towards the car as it approaches, then catches sight of Rina and nods, gesturing her to the closest parking space to the skatepark itself. There's been a larger perimeter set up now, keeping most of the squares away.
Kavi backs off just a fraction, just enough to look Flint over again, once he's shifted. "Can you walk?"
Rina hops out and heads into the building at a jog. "Kavi?" she calls out.
"Here," Kavi responds, casting a glance back over his shoulder to look for Rina.
"I. If," Flint nods, though he seems to be having trouble for the most part with actually getting to sitting up, and standing. He looks towards the door, taking a deep, ragged breath.
April is one with the cement that she sits on, intent to wait for the others to leave before she even thinks about getting up from where she is.
Rina just gives April a look, as she passes. Not hostile, really, but flat and emotionless. Then she heads into the office. There's a duffel over her shoulder, which she immediately cracks open to begin first aid. "Stay down," she mutters.
Kavi swallows when Rina arrives, and nods, to her or to Flint. He backs off enough to let Rina work, though he helps where he can, still holding the impromptu dressing to the worst of the stomach wounds.
The cliath winces, holding still aside from a few involuntary jerks of pain. "Owwww." It's more of a moan, and then Flint looks back from Kavi, to Rina, repeating the earlier question. "How'd you, know to? I… I lost it, didn't I." Even if he is rather breathless and shouldn't be talking.
"Id'no, babe. You want somethin' for the pain?" Rina's voice is low, taut, as she works.
Kavi pulls his hand back, out of Rina's way, and rises. He takes a step back, and then another. For a moment, he simply watches the others, but then his gaze starts to wander around the office, taking in the damage and the state of things.
Flint takes another breath and nods. "Yes. Please." Flint barely manages a whisper right now, and there's another breath pulled in, "I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry."
"It's aright. Some people are good at pushin' buttons is all," Rina mutters. Her jaw is tight, as she opens a little kit the size of a hardcover book, unwraps a needle, and fills it. Thankfully Kavi is the only one here likely to notice her expertise.
The Kin whips a tourniquet into place. "Make a fist, if y'can," she says quietly. The tiny sting of the needle, amid all the other pain—and then there's a icy, heavy feeling, and a weird otherworldly rush as the hurting just seems to drain away, leaving him in an opiate-induced fog.
Kavi stands back, out of the way. Little more than a glance would be enough to see the tension in him, way the situation seems to be affecting him.
Flint obeys, and there's a sigh and the cliath starts to breathe much noticeably easier, relaxing to let Rina continue the first aid.
The rest is done with quiet efficiency, while Kavi turns his focus elsewhere. He walks to the window and stares out at the park and city beyond, slowly pulling himself back from the edge he walked.
The security guard from earlier seems to have switched out with another now that the situation's under 'control', and he walks over towards April. "Anything I can get you...?" he asks, clearly aware of what happened in the office and why the park had to be 'closed'. The same question is repeated when he reaches the door of the office.
April glances up slowly towards the security guard. "A car to the edge of town," she murmurs before returning her head back to her hands. Few words from her right now.
The security guard nods. "That will be arranged," he assures, turning back to the door, and to Kavi, assessing the damage to the office. "You should probably get going when he can move again," the guard says, though there's kindness of a sort in the tone, rather than the gruffness one might expect. "If there's anything that we can do to help, let us know. Mr. Steele also says to inform you that we got the park cleared before they were in the office very long and that's been taken care of... you are?"
Flint is oblivious to all of this, finally sitting up slowly with Rina's help, chewing on his lower lip a little, though he doesn't seem ready to get to his feet yet.
Kavi returns. He takes glabro himself as he nears and gives a shake of his head to the boy. "I'll carry you," he says, and reaches down to do just that. He doesn't meet Flint's gaze, nor Rina's, and his movements still hold the stiffness that speaks of his mood.
April looks back up at the security guard. "He's not talkative. When will the car be here for me?" she questions, her eyes flicking towards the office door for a moment before looking back to the ground before her.
The guard quite evidently knows better than to push, and gives a brief nod once they're all moving, returning to April. "If you'll come with me, we'll find you a driver who can take you to the Edgewood, miss, and somewhere more comfortable to wait." The guard waits, then, before leading the way to a smaller and still empty waiting area, muttering into his earpiece for the radio once again.
Flint allows himself to be picked up, and carried, eyes squinting shut briefly as he moves the uninjured arm to Kavi's shoulder for balance. But the cliath is calm, drowsing in and out, which is likely better than the alternative.
Kavi glances to the security guard, but still has nothing to say. With Rina's help, he maneuvers the boy into the back seat of the car and then waits as Rina drives away. One last look is given to the park, to the surrounding area, and then the galliard takes his bike back to the tenement.
April heads off with the security guard to get that ride back toward Edgewood. She's silent, if not sleeping most of the ride before she'd make her way back to Fury house.