nextgenerationmarvel | Some kind of trouble....

The new internship was going really well. They were good kids; really good kids. Different conditions: two genetic disorders, two car accidents, and ... Luke ... but they were all responding well to getting their hands around a paintbrush or a pair of safety scissors.

Luke less so, not because his injuries were more severe -- in fact, they were less so than several of the others, but because he couldn't seem to relax. Then.... she could tell by the way he fumbled with the art supplies. The damage that had been healing after his previous accident ... or 'accident' ... was renewed. Kind of subtly, easy to miss if you weren't kind of studying this sort of thing obsessively.
Caroline calmly put in the call to DFYS ... but what about that night? Luke definitely wasn't talking enough to make anyone else take definite action immediately, and law-abiding citizen or not, Caroline wasn't sure she trusted the system to act quickly. Maybe she did have a little of Momma's revolutionary streak in her after all. She managed to keep him late, but eventually, the sun had long set, the center was closing... "Hey, Luke, I'm gonna walk you home, okay?" She didn't really give the kid much choice as she accompanied him. "Maybe have a talk with your Mom about how good your art's coming along."
"Mom'll be at work. And Dad... won't want to talk about art."
"Okay. Well, I'll just walk you home anyway."

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Tommy headed into New Jersey on a hunch, some half-remembered dream that pulled him in this direction. The demon seemed pleased by his decision to follow its impulses, which made Tommy hesitant. He didn't like being led around by the nose, but the demon usually knew where to find people to take down. It was better than receiving a visit from Mephisto, however, so Tommy took it for the small blessing it was and headed into the city.

Once he got to Jersey, however, he didn't get any further idea of which way to go so he stopped at the local 8th Street Bar for a drink. It was close to sundown, which meant his time at the wheel wasn't long for this world, but he'd at least enjoy himself while waiting.

He took his first shot of tequila and looked around, waiting for a sign of some kind to tell him where to go.

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