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[right][code] Cracker Island - Cracker Town ->  Open Water -> St. Portwell -> Downtown St. Portwell [/code]
[b]INTERACTIONS[/b] Auri [@Punished GN] Linqian [@FernStone][/right]

[color=00BFFF]”Oh shit,”[/color] Aryin muttered as George grabbed them by their leg.  A second later they were in the air and flying fast.  The only problem with this situation was Aryin, nor Aaron, had any flying ability which meant that instead of flying they were hurtling through the sky like a rouge missile that was going to land uncontrollably wherever the fates took them.  [color=00BFFF]”FUUUUUUUCK,”[/color] Aryin tried to scream but the rush of the air stole the words from their mouth.  Their body tumbled through the air uncontrollably as they did, making determining where they were going to fall all the more uncertain.  As they spun, Aryin could tell that they were over water with the fleeting glances they could decipher.  Over water.  [color=00BFFF]”FUCK HE THREW ME INTO THE OCEAN OH FUCK,”[/color] Aryin tried to shout again but, once more, the words found it hard to come out of her mouth.  A few more seconds in the air led to a more disturbing realization.  As they flew, their rotation slowed and they were able to take a longer look at their eventual destination.  They saw lights in the distance approaching fast, and around the lights were big, tall, and sturdy buildings.  Some of the lights were moving, independently of the surroundings.  George did not throw them out into the middle of the ocean to drown a cold death, he threw them towards St. Portwell and he had the arm strength to get her there.  A new thought entered her head, was she durable enough to survive a collision with a building at this speed?  

[b][i]**BOOM**[/i][/b]

A few moments later the town of St. Portwell was rocked by a massive explosive sound as Aryin collided with the ground.  Like before, a massive shockwave erupted from the crater that would become her new home for a minute.  This shockwave blew out windows, shook the town like an earthquake, and shattered the street, kicking up loose bits of asphalt into the air.  Several cars had their windows shattered, and their alarms began to scream out into the cold night in concert.  To the town of St. Portwell this would have felt like a small earthquake once more, shaking the area for a brief second before everything returned to calm once more.  The car alarms blared still, and soon the groan of a hurt Aryin joined them as their hand raised to the heavens and grabbed hold to the edge of their crater home and gripped it tight as they pulled themselves back onto the street.  Once again, they survived the best that George could deliver yet this one hurt much, much more than the punch.  They had landed back first into the ground, curled into a ball to protect their head and neck as much as possible, and this meant that her back was already in a lot of pain.  Nothing important felt broken, her spine felt the same, yet she knew that the simple act of walking would be a miracle when she woke up tomorrow.  [color=00BFFF]”Oh fuck that is going to leave a mark,”[/color] Aryin said as they stood up straight next to the crater. In their hand was their phone, they had somehow grabbed a hold of it as they flew through the air and when they tucked they held it close to their chest.  The screen appeared to be cracked completely but the phone itself was still operational as was the touchscreen.  She pulled up the camera app and angled the camera in her hand to ensure the crater was in the background.  She took a few selfies before she opened up her message app and sent the best photo to Linqian followed by a quick text.

[code]George threw me from Cracker Isalnd to St. Portwell.  Fucker has an arm.[/code]

After the message was sent they put down their phone and looked at their costume.  It was completely destroyed.  While it still covered their body the fabric itself had half disintegrated, and this meant that her breasts were on full display to the world.  At the sight, they swapped back to Aaron.  They then shifted their gaze to the street.  The cracks ran far in the road, and it appeared that the impact had fractured a water line as a small geyser of water was starting to sprout down the road.  That looked expensive, and they knew they did not have the money to pay for the repairs of this magnitude.  They began to move somewhere between a walk and a limp as they began to make their way away from the crime scene, and any eventual curious eyes that came to see what caused all that noise and commotion.  Luckily tonight was the night of the festival, if it were any other night a hundred people may have seen a woman fall from the heavens above and emerge from the ground a man.

After a few minutes of walking the pain began to command more, and more of their attention.  They found a bench, opened the ride-share app, and ordered a ride home.  After this, they put their phone down and leaned onto the back of the bench.  They spotted a flower shop across the street, one that belonged to none other than Auri.  The current leader of the Sycamore Tree Coven.  Aaron simply stared at the shop.  If tonight was a sign of their need to return to the coven, this was the cherry on top of it.  Out of every place in the city that they could have stopped to order a ride home they had to stop right in front of the flower shop of the leader of his former Coven  They pulled out their phone again and sent two messages.  The first, to Jordan, letting him know that he survived the throw and had landed in St. Portwell.  That they were hurt, but alive and would need a few days to recover before they would return to the 317.  The second is to Auri.

[code] Hey.  I am finally ready to come back.  When is our next meeting?[/code]

He put the phone down as a car pulled up matching the description of his ride home.  He got in, and glared at the driver who had a ‘what the fuck are you supposed to be’ look to his face.  Before long they were away, and Aaron was heading home.