adventure.

[harper thorne]

for trevan.

A soft breeze blew the hot air down the canal, stirring the dark stands of hair from her slightly damp forehead. Reaching up to her brow, she wiped the meager perseration away and faced the water again, eyes narrowed at the bright light glinting off the muggy water. Her hand gripped the rail as birds squaked over head, the gentle motion of the ferry rocking underneath her worn converse.

Hello New York.

Which is hot, juxtaposition to Greeneville.

Looking upwards to her left, over the water, giant skyscrapers and other building stood, casting mid-day shadows over the rocked banks of the canal.

A bridge cast a shadow over her face as they passed underneath, the sun blocked out, the air cooler.

Harper turned from the rail and sat down in the clean, white seat in the open air, top deck of the ferry. It was more like a floating stadium, in her opinion.

Boats were a strange edifice to her.

Her rucksack lie on the adjacent seat, where Trevan had obviously been earlier; sweets wrappers slid around with the motion of the boat. A wan smile spread on her pale face, she picked them up and stuffed them into her pocket. He was porbably of, running between decks and causing the usual meyhem.

What ever floats his boat, as long as nobody dies.

Harper pulled herself into the seat, crossing her legs and basking in the sun and breeze, head leaned back into the sun light. Her dark aviators blocked the sunlight from her eyes.

[trevan thorne]

----trevan, as usual, was seen running around on the decks. but he couldnt use his super speed here. no, harper had yelled at him and told him that he could not use his powers, unless he was being attacked by someone. but he thought it was very unlikely that someone would randomly attack a cute little kid like himself. the little boy dashed back over to his sister, who was admiring the landscape. trevan didnt think that stuff was very interesting, who would like to look at the distant hills when you could steal food from the kitchens. honestly. the boy picked up the ruckstack on the seat he had claimed 'his' earlier, and set it on the floor. the nine year old swayed his feet back and forth, of course his feet scuffed the floor with each movement. trevan turned his head over to his sister. 'im bored..'

----that was probably the weirdest thing that trevan has ever said, he usually was the one with all the cool games to play. but he didnt have grady or otter to play with here. '..you cant do anything on this stupid boat' well he had gotten into a tad bit of trouble when he decided to go see the captain of the ship. the captain was sort of a nice guy though, he let him wear his hat for the four seconds he was there. well maybe it was just because trevan took his hat. but still trevan got to wear the captains hat..! a long sigh escaped his lungs. 'harp-err' the boy said while moving his feet up into the chair with him, his eyes glued to his sister. 'where are we gonna live now?' trevan was fine with leaving their house. she made sure that they took everything they would need. and she was sure that she took some food and some money from her dad. but they couldnt live like this forever. he guessed they could survive on the streets. ever since they left, trevan didnt seem like himself. perhaps it was all of the stress from this past week.

[harper thorne]

The thick, warm plastic seat next to her creaked as the weight of a small boy was deposited in it. Harper could feel Trevan's shoes scuffing the linoleum next to her own, rather frayed converse. She wriggled her toes and lolled her head onto Trevan's shoulder, ignoring his comment. A wisp of his untamable hair tickled at the bridge of her nose.

"Where have you been, kid..? Causing much trouble?" She stepped on one of his frantically moving feet, pinning in to the floor. Harper pulled down her aviators, squinting in the sun to look up into Trevan's face as he whined. He looked different to her now. Less like a little boy, or maybe it was the vulnerability in his face that had left, now replaced with something less definable.

'where are we gonna live now?'

Caught off guard, Harper leaned back into her own seat, an arm reclined over the hard plastic back, tapping her nails. It made her think, what if..? A thousand things stormed her mind, though each worried her more and more about finding Trevan safety. She was sure her eyes clouded with worry. A teenager barely in control of her powers and an intolerable, exploding youth.

"There's a place. A place for people like us... We'll go there."