[h1][b][i][color=585c74][center]Chase Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b32f5-6b73-755a-9846-0b44e2adfbc7.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=585c74][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
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Chase had clung to the shadows for most of the evening. Once the show was over and it was all said and done, he didn't have much of a place to go. His ‘parents’ were back home in California, having deemed this trip safe enough for him to do alone. It helped that one could see the future, the other could mess with luck, and they both had faith in the safety of the area, though he had been warned not to leave the French Quarter under any means. That was fine enough, he'd brought his board with him, and while the streets were a little rougher in the bricked sections, it still helped to clear his mind. He still needed that from time to time. Some days his inability to sleep felt like a blessing, knowing that he wouldn't be trapped in that nightmare, trapped back within the tanks and being experimented on, but other days it felt like a curse. But this city never slept, and so far he enjoyed that fact more than anything. 

He'd heard about the Victory party that was going to be held for the winners of the Contest, well two of them, but it seemed the goody two shoes only cared for the least fun one. But it would certainly be easier to crash. With enough time for everyone to arrive, Chase finally emerged from the shadows. The darkness curling around him like smoke before it vanished and he looked upon the room. Great, rents were here. That was fine, he could still have a bit of fun. There was that girl again, from behind she looked just like her, and it made his blood run cold. Yet from the front she was so different, enough to put Chase a bit more at ease as he made his way across the room before he stopped a few steps in. [Color=585c74]”Holy shit! Is that Perce?!”[/color] 

Shadows enveloped him again quickly, as  Percy's own shadow stretched to his left before Chase emerged again from them, the cold darkness licking Percy as it evaporated away. Chase slung an arm around Percy, smiling from ear to ear. [Color=585c74]”I haven't seen you all year! Is this where you went off to? Man, What. A. Coincidence, running into you here. I was told to scope out the Contest so I can see what this school was all about and here you are!”[/color]

Percy stopped breathing, as every muscle in his body tensed, as every atom screamed. He didn’t have the time to process it, to understand how this was happening. He’d had nightmares like this before, where this face came crawling back into view - where his body was once again compacted, and covered in bruises. On his very first day at Margaret Carter, he had assumed Dorian and Danni and the others were just like him - that he had escaped one hell just to enter another. 

He was completely wordless as hot tears spilled out of his eyes, his entire body trembling, a tremor that was echoed in the dishes and tables and chairs and decor around him. The quaking grew more and more violent, until half of the dishes in the area suddenly shot up, plates and glasses and forks and knives flying at him - at Chase. 

Chase watched as the dinnerware came crashing towards him, he tried to call on the shadows, on safety, but they came too late. Food, glass, and metalware all collided against him as he ripped his arm off of Percy with a shocked look upon his face. [Color=585c74]”Geeze man, I didnt mean to startle you…Its fine though, i can go clean up…maybe…”[/color] He stood up slowly, trying not to make a ruckus as the food and glass fell to the floor while Chase tried to make his way away from the table, looking like a kicked dog.