fandomhighdorms | the roof; saturday afternoon

It was such a quaint place Chase had ended up in. It was a tiny speck of an island, filled with people that seemed to smile at him as he passed. They obviously had no idea who he was. Or what he was. It was hilarious. Apparently, his fellow Sons of Ipswich had run off like the cowards they were.

Again, it was hilarious.

Chase was sitting on the ledge of the roof, feet hanging off and tight smile directed at the people below him. Just one flick of his hand, one nod of his head and he could crush them all. But, that might be a bit messy and he did love to have fun with his friends before he killed them. Even if Caleb wasn't around and therefore, couldn't will Chase his powers, Chase figured he'd compromise.

And if that failed, he'd just kill people. That always took the edge off for a little while. Maybe he'd finish this island off before setting off to find Caleb and his friends. It'd be good...practice.

[Open place! Flick's now Chase Collins from the cinematic masterpiece, The Covenant. He's not a nice guy and he's pretty powerful so, yep.]

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"Enjoying your weekend?" she asked, coming closer to ledge.

"Oh, I'm sure it could be better," he said smoothly, glancing out at the town. "But, I'm content for now. Maybe later, that'll change."

He tapped his fingers on the ledge and eyed her up and down thoughtfully.

Isabelle smirked at him. Like she often tended to do.

"I'm sure I could make it better," she said. "I'm pretty good at that."

People here were so friendly! Chase didn't know where he'd landed but he was finding he liked it.

"Oh, is that so?" He beamed cheekily at her. "And how are you going to do that?"

Maybe girls and flirting and sex weren't his top priority but he wasn't going to pass that sort of thing up, either.

She snickered. "Maybe I'd take you out for a good meal," she suggested, mostly joking. "Been a while since we last went out."

"It has been awhile, hasn't it?" Chase had no idea how long it'd been. He was just amused at this stupid girl's words. "Lucky you, I'd let you take me out. I'm very giving in that way."

"Please," Isabelle snorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "You'd be the lucky one. We both know that."

Chase pretended to think about it before he shook his head. "No. I don't grant dates to just anyone. You'd be thanking me by the end of the night. Maybe I'd make it worth your while."

Oh, that eyebrow was creeping even higher up now. "'Just anyone'?"

Really, now.

"Within reason," Chase clarified. "I don't do uglies."

So nice.

"Oh-kay," said Isabelle. Some warning bells were starting to go off in her brain. Faint, but there. "That's one way to put it."

Would she be kicking herself for not realizing what he was sooner? Chase hoped so, anyway.

"I'm sure they have very nice personalities but that doesn't really mean shit and everyone knows it."

"You don't think that."

She did, sometimes. But even she wouldn't have actually said that out loud.

"I think a lot of things," Chase retorted with a snicker. "That's just one of my many varied and assorted thoughts. If you don't agree, you can have fun with the uglies, then. I've gotta better, more important things to do."

Okay, Isabelle had heard enough. She put one hand on her hip and looked unimpressed. "Who are you, and what did you do to my boyfriend?"

She was already suspecting an island thing.

"Boyfriend? Aww," Chase cooed, laughing at her now. "That's sweet. I haven't done anything to anyone though. Not yet, anyway. But, if your boyfriend's anything like you, it'd be easy to do whatever I wanted to him."

"Wrong on both counts," Isabelle told him dryly.

She was alert now, though. She didn't much care for his tone.

"You're cute but you're starting to bother me," Chase told her, sounding bored. "Shoo."

Isabelle clucked her tongue and shook her head. "I'm way more than just cute, and you don't get to tell me what to do. I'll leave when I want to."

Chase sighed, making it sound long suffering. He hopped off the roof and took a few steps closer to her. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jackets and his eyes might have glinted a bit.

"I could make you leave," he pointed out, tilting his head. "It'd be such a waste to destroy a pretty face."

"You can't make me do anything," Isabelle replied, sounding sure of herself, because she was. "Threats like that are embarrassing, so I suggest you quit while you're ahead."

Was it cheating to dip into his well of powers for this little confrontation? Maybe but Chase was going to do it anyway. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, they were solid black.

She was annoying and he wanted to prove a point so he conjured up a fierce, fierce wind and sent it her way, spiraling and blowing viciously.

Isabelle stumbled backwards, and fell. She hadn't expected that.

He shouldn't have done that, though. Because now she knew he could be dangerous.

Chase blinked again and his eyes returned to normal.

"Looks like you fell down there," he said, sounding mocking. "Oops!"

She was already back on her feet before he even finished saying that. And stalking towards him.

"Won't happen again."

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