[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zEml7i5.png[/img] [/center] [sup][sup][@Junkmail][/sup][/sup] [b][code]On a highway downtown.[/code][/b] [hr] Immediately Amanda playfully jabbed towards Matthew. "It's just a bug," Amanda says... being a Blackmore means that she was used to the weirder aspects of life in this crazy, crazy, world of theirs. To the point where a giant insect was as mundane as... a normal insect. Especially when Amanda was used to bugs from being around Nikki, and Amanda even used the power sometimes to help her create [i]even crazier[/i] bugs. But, she was getting off track just a little bit and forgot the point of even showing him the pictures; starting a conversation. [i]"But, yeah. I remember Nikki. How is she doing? Staying out of trouble I hope."[/i] "She's... been doing good," Amanda had to stop for a second and reconsider what she was about to say given the little recent incident that Nikki got into not too long ago. "She's mostly been in college back in Black Fall and practicing her power like the little mad scientist she is." Though she legitimately hopes that aunt Pamela won't be calling her one day in tears saying that a giant monster bug killed her daughter. Part of Amanda wanted to probe a bit more on this "Israel" they were going to go meet, but another part of her wanted to be wowed by Matthew's new friend! Which was going to happen soon since they finally arrived at the festival and, wow, it looked like fun! The kind of festivals that they had in Black Fall... but less cool. The car came to a stop and Amanda was almost tempted to fly over and get started. But they didn't need that attention; the girl merely hopped out the car and as Matthew walked out a child-like excitement overcame her. She walked around the car and grabbed Matthew by the arm and pulled him along, saying, "Let's go, [i]slowpoke;[/i] this looks like a ton of fun!" She forgot that her strength was augmented by her power and was dragging him along probably a lot more than he'd like. They made it to the admission gate, and gave up their names before they were flagged down to a stand with a bunch of balloons. "Hey, you, come here, newcomers?" The woman asked. "I see you don't have balloons." "Yeah," Amanda said. "What's all this about?" "So every year during this festival, everyone who's gets a balloon and a piece of paper. You're supposed to write a wish on the paper and at four, we all let the balloons go!" Suddenly, Amanda was full of glee as she grinned at Matthew as she said, "Ooooh, Matt," She said, "Let's do it, I want the blue one." Blue was always Amanda's favorite color... and so was Drake's. The two of them had to more or less fight over the color blue because they both wanted things that were blue but they also wanted to stand out from each other. Funny how sibling rivalries were. Eventually, Amanda settled on a dark cyan balloon... and she was bent far over the table than she should be with her butt sticking out. Not that she wasn't doing it on purpose, she wanted to show Matthew how she "developed" so maybe he'd change his mind and let bygones be bygones. However, Amanda was still lost onto what to wish for... because she had a lot. [i]Oh, I could write for my dad back - but that's sooooo pity party. I could ask for my depression to be gone or better yet for my relationships with my friends and family to be magically repaired![/i] So much, and there wasn't enough paper in the world for Amanda to jot down what she wants. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/32sPLv7.png[/img] [/center] [sup][sup][@Junkmail][@eclecticwitch][/sup][/sup] [b][code]Charity Beach Festival.[/code][/b] [hr] [i]Barbara Kimble.[/i] Or just [i]Bobbi.[/i] Drake thought it was a nice name, but it didn't have the ring to it as his name does. Drake Blackmore, it just rolls off anyone's tongue when they say it. Still, she seemed nice for the most part; just a little eccentric. Then again everyone's crazy in this world. Drake finished off the rest of his hotdog before focusing on Ms. Kimble, heh. She told him that she came from New Orleans, and part of him wanted to ask her how long has she been practicing her accent! But, he didn't want to be [i]that[/i] rude. Still, Drake let his arms drop as he noticed Henry in the background, and smiled for a moment. He caught the look perfectly and was hoping that Henry wouldn't cockblock him again. After the eighth time, it got annoying. "Heh, Yankee; that's funny," Drake chuckled at the comment in a friendly manner. He figured if she was willing to share so much information about herself; Drake would do the same. "Because my dad was British and my mom's Japanese, but I grew up in Black Fall... nice place, just really cold in the winter, but when I joined up with FAMA I went all over the country. Where ever they needed me; I was there on the front lines." He shrugged; he didn't mean to brag so much but he couldn't help it. He was the shit. "Enough about me, though;" Drake started off. "Did you get your balloon yet? Could I show you where it is?"