Flip the Script

Poem watched with continued fascination as the altercation played out below her. Her eyes wide and alert, not completely hidden but completely ignored by the boys below her. Noir seemed oddly calm compared to the Erovare boy who proofed up at the very beginning of their interaction. He was too much like Noir for her to want to try and play with him later, but she hoped he might win their scuffle.

Her attention was drawn back fully to the pointed boy as he called out his name and asserted his freedom. Poem couldn't take her eyes from him. He seemed more like a warrior than Noir, and the young Destruction felt immense jealousy in the freedom he held. She wanted to go wherever she wanted!

Poem almost stumbled off the edge of her perch then, but scrambled back as she realized she had been inching forward. Tornadic lunged as she rearranged herself and for a moment wondered if she should intervene.