myownface: (Inhale)
Sparkle had been arrested. Of course Sparkle had been arrested. And he'd been a little shit about it, too, going so far as to put up a fight before the cops tackled him to the ground and got him properly cuffed. Good. Good. The more time he spent like this, the more he owned this, the less likely it was that anybody would suspect he even had a friend with him to help him burn the place to the ground.

And considering Lewis' confession at city hall, and the fact that he had a history of this sort of crap already, nobody who knew what role he played would doubt he had all the motive in the world for wanting to get his revenge on Lew, either.

He'd been questioned, printed, given the full nine yards. Hell, he'd even confessed to doing it, alone, with a sneer and a few colourful words and a 'and you can't even blame me for it after all that shit' attitude. It wasn't anything new, really, except that this time he was up for trial as an adult. That part... that was new.

And a little terrifying, yeah. He wasn't going to pretend it wasn't. Especially with the stack of charges they had against him. And the legwork they were probably doing to try to add more to the list. Maybe even connect him to those break-and-enters he'd committed before.

But he had a contingency plan. Sort of. It kind of boiled down to 'deal with it,' with a side order of 'ask the right people for help,' and if the first right person couldn't pull through for him (or wouldn't, because he had to admit that a stupid teen committing arson was something a psychiatrist of Dr. Lecter's calibre might not want to get so immediately involved in), there was always option number two, who would likely tear him a new one before busting him out. Because Atton was the best Jedi ever, that's why. Option three would have involved sucking up to Parker and her crew again, but they were kind of already doing him a huge favour as it was...

And that was why, with his first phone call, Sparkle was calling Dr. Lecter. Because if anyone could get him out of here without having to bust through walls to do so, it was probably him.

[OOC: For that guy!]
myownface: (Smoking 2)
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.

The last of Habitat canon! It's all a free-for-all from here! )

[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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