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Toronto, So Late Wednesday Night it's Thursday Morning
It was dark. Of course it was dark. Dark was the best time to do this sort of thing for so many reasons. Because the cover of night would make it easier to bail without getting caught. Because what they were about to do would be so much more impressive to watch in the dead of night.
Because it seemed fitting, maybe.
Sparkle came from one side of the yard, Raine came from the other. They met in the middle, under the large sugar maple in the front yard, and they leaned in and wrapped their arms one another, holding on tightly for a few moments like soulmates who hadn't seen one another in ages. And then they both reached down to pick up the gasoline cans - Sparkle had provided them after Raine had made her suggestion - and started pouring.
Behind them, the 'For Sale' sign was almost luminescent under the street light by the road.
"You sure about this?" It was Sparkle who spoke first, once they were finished their pouring. Raine nodded. Sparkle nodded back, looking up thoughtfully at the house. "You know that there is... a possibility..."
"It's empty, I checked," Raine broke in. "It's totally empty, not even a mouse."
Sparkle gave her a wry smile, at that.
"Five to ten years in the big House of Pain, girl!"
For her. More, for him. He was the one with the record. He'd missed a check-in with his parole officer earlier today, at that. He'd been getting supplies. Laying a trail. He knew how this went.
"We can't... just... be silent."
Sparkle watched her in the dark for a moment, saw the way betrayal flashed across her face, saw the hurt that every lie told to her about this place over the past few months had caused her.
Sparkle couldn't deprive her of this.
"Hey!" She blinked up at him sharply at his outburst. "Hey hey hey! Isn't your birthday today?"
She shrugged. Sparkle was going to take that as all the affirmative he needed.
"Well, this is your birthday candle, then. Your great big three-story birthday candle. Bonne Fete a toi. Bonne Fete a toi. Bonne Fete, Bonne Fete, Bonne Fete a toi!"
She looked at him quietly for a moment, and then held out her hand. Sparkle made a big show of lighting the match - he'd provided that, as well - and then presented it to her. No small amount of ceremony for this, the most fitting birthday candle he could provide for her.
They walked away from the house, slowly, deliberately. And then they turned, and Raine threw the match onto the gasoline.
Sparkle didn't let Raine stick around long enough to watch the house burn to the ground, though. There would be cops out in droves, knowing the history of this place. It had been in the news enough, after all. He let her watch for a few minutes, just long enough to see the flame actually start to take in the building itself. They had at least that long before somebody on the street would notice the fire. But if she stuck around long enough to so much as overhear the sirens, there was no way she'd be getting out of this without getting busted, too.
Operative word, 'too.'
A little smile crossed over Sparkle's lips as he waited long enough to hear those sirens, himself. They'd be on the lookout for a teenager, almost certainly. Especially one who looked like he wanted to get out of there in a hurry. He wanted to stick around at least long enough to see the fire overtake Lewis' office window, though. There was a sort of grim satisfaction in that.
And then he started to run.
[OOC: Yep! The last of Habitat canon that I'll be touching on, taken from the last few pages of the script. Estaaablishy. OOC is welcome if people want to get a good, 'Oh, Sparkle' in, though.]
Because it seemed fitting, maybe.
Sparkle came from one side of the yard, Raine came from the other. They met in the middle, under the large sugar maple in the front yard, and they leaned in and wrapped their arms one another, holding on tightly for a few moments like soulmates who hadn't seen one another in ages. And then they both reached down to pick up the gasoline cans - Sparkle had provided them after Raine had made her suggestion - and started pouring.
Behind them, the 'For Sale' sign was almost luminescent under the street light by the road.
"You sure about this?" It was Sparkle who spoke first, once they were finished their pouring. Raine nodded. Sparkle nodded back, looking up thoughtfully at the house. "You know that there is... a possibility..."
"It's empty, I checked," Raine broke in. "It's totally empty, not even a mouse."
Sparkle gave her a wry smile, at that.
"Five to ten years in the big House of Pain, girl!"
For her. More, for him. He was the one with the record. He'd missed a check-in with his parole officer earlier today, at that. He'd been getting supplies. Laying a trail. He knew how this went.
"We can't... just... be silent."
Sparkle watched her in the dark for a moment, saw the way betrayal flashed across her face, saw the hurt that every lie told to her about this place over the past few months had caused her.
Sparkle couldn't deprive her of this.
"Hey!" She blinked up at him sharply at his outburst. "Hey hey hey! Isn't your birthday today?"
She shrugged. Sparkle was going to take that as all the affirmative he needed.
"Well, this is your birthday candle, then. Your great big three-story birthday candle. Bonne Fete a toi. Bonne Fete a toi. Bonne Fete, Bonne Fete, Bonne Fete a toi!"
She looked at him quietly for a moment, and then held out her hand. Sparkle made a big show of lighting the match - he'd provided that, as well - and then presented it to her. No small amount of ceremony for this, the most fitting birthday candle he could provide for her.
They walked away from the house, slowly, deliberately. And then they turned, and Raine threw the match onto the gasoline.
Sparkle didn't let Raine stick around long enough to watch the house burn to the ground, though. There would be cops out in droves, knowing the history of this place. It had been in the news enough, after all. He let her watch for a few minutes, just long enough to see the flame actually start to take in the building itself. They had at least that long before somebody on the street would notice the fire. But if she stuck around long enough to so much as overhear the sirens, there was no way she'd be getting out of this without getting busted, too.
Operative word, 'too.'
A little smile crossed over Sparkle's lips as he waited long enough to hear those sirens, himself. They'd be on the lookout for a teenager, almost certainly. Especially one who looked like he wanted to get out of there in a hurry. He wanted to stick around at least long enough to see the fire overtake Lewis' office window, though. There was a sort of grim satisfaction in that.
And then he started to run.
[OOC: Yep! The last of Habitat canon that I'll be touching on, taken from the last few pages of the script. Estaaablishy. OOC is welcome if people want to get a good, 'Oh, Sparkle' in, though.]
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What the fuck, Sparkle?!
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