Ava || Mentions: Jericho, Erokeria

Ava glared at him, "Well, something tells me dead bodies are in the store. Unless you feel like picking up that mess, shush!" She hissed, stopping the gas hose from spewing gas, engaging it into teh gas tank, letting the trigger go, letting it fill the tank. She heard an unbearable voice, and looked up, already annoyed by this womens presence. She listened to her for a moment, and looked up, "Well, aren't you a happy one." She groaned quietly, rubbing her temples. "One. We don't need money, especially dirty money," she growled, "and two, why in gods green earth would I let you come with us?" Lord, I am just picking up the crazies. Though, this one does seem a bit funny. Weirdly- she sighed, rolling her neck, glancing down at the ground. Seeing as the young women attempted to avoid stepping in the gas, she turned around, looking to face the gas meter, her foot scraping up some gasoline, making a few droplets fall on the womans shoe. She snickered, hitting a button, and another, turning back around, pushing up another few droplets, a few more dropping on the woman's shoe. The looked at the shotgun in the corner of her eye, feeling untrustful of it for a moment, then remembered that her fellow new-found friend could munipulate metal.

Jericho: Mentions: Ava and Erokeria

Jericho could feel the tension in the air as Ava pumped the gas for the truck. She really isn't going to let her come along... right?! Jericho saw that Ero was avoiding the gas, and Ava would flick a few drops of gas onto her foot, no doubt pleasing herself with this. Don't do anything really stupid Ava. We don't know how dangerous she really is. Sighing, Jericho slid into the passenger seat and waited patiently, eyeing the new girl. Great, I got the antisocial girl on one side, and the crazy girl on the other. Jericho looked up at the sky, wondering what kind of fresh hell he just got himself into.

Ava || Mentions: Jericho, Erokeria

Ava sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She peered back up at the gas meter, just when the young woman started to talk, and.. walked into the gasoline? Well, she is indeed risky. As the young adult began to grin, and giggle, pointing the shotgun down at the oil, her finger just merely on the trigger, Ava smirked. "Or maybe I feel like blowing us all up! That sounds really fun!" She smiled as well, giggling softly, then she lifted her hand, "Really? Do it!" She urged, then she gasped quietly, "Y'know.. I'll do it for you." She took the gas pump out of the tank, pouring it on herself, and the women, soaking her half way. She clicked it back onto the station, and stared at Ero for a moment, and smiled, tilting her head to the side. She rose a hand, and snapped her fingers.

The small station beside them blew up, the sound ear peircing. Except, it blew up towards the road, fire and flames burning, reaching towards the sky. The truck, and themselves were uneffecred. Except for the fact that the truck did indeed rock to the side once or twice. Ava kept her hand up, making sure the fire wouldn't hit them.. yet. Coming from the blast, five streaks of flames and heat came moving towards them, crawling in the direction of the women, sitting right in front of their toes. She tilted her head again, "If you were to pull.. say, the trigger, you'd only kill yourself," she walked towards her, stepping in the flames, her eyes growing red and orange, rings of fire around her pupils, "and we would walk away without a scratch."

All Jericho could do is watch in tense silence as the crazy girl pointed the shotgun at the ground and said she'd pull the trigger, blowing all of them up in the process. He then jumped when Ava blew up one of the pumps, only to control the explosion with her powers, before saying that the crazy girl would only kill herself in the process. So the snarky one has full control of fire. Wonderful. He stared at Ava and Ero, hoping that Ero would only get in the car and stop all of the shenanigans and to get in the truck so they could leave. Dear God, please tell me what sin I committed to deserve this, and I will never do it again.

Ava || Mentions: Ero, Jericho

Ava sighed, and with a flick of her hand, the flames and fire was gone in a split second. She closed the cap to the gas tank, walking over to the truck's driver side door, and jumped in, closing the creaking door behind her. She turned the ignition over, "Those are the kind of people who are going to drive me mad. If I am not over my limit at that," she shifted the gear, pushing it into drive. Hoping to god the woman didn't make her way into the truck or even the bed of the truck. She glanceed over at Jericho, slightly glaring at him, "I swear.. if you say one thing to me, I will light you on fire, and roast some smores over your charred body," she growled, looking back at the road, her fingers tightning around the wheel.

Ota

Ota glares down at her hand, hesitantly taking her hand to hold it. His hands were shaking, twirling his thumb over her knuckles, and his lips were thin. Affection isn't something he's good at, let alone showing it in public. He was awkward, his foot tapping on the floor, and he gulps nervously. "Can we go already, blood bag?" Leonas rolls his eyes, nodding his head before closing the back doors of the van. He stares at Dread, the man still unconscious on the floor. The van is now in motion, the rest of the people in the back. "You'll be fine. I'll make sure of that." Giving Dread a rough kick to the other man's side, hearing a groan, and quickly glance in Ahyma's direction. "Checking to see if he was still alive, don't get mad." He did to release the backed-up anger he has inside and give Dread's side another kick. "Still alive." Resisting the urge to kick him again, but he does so anyway, raising a brow. "Dude. Wake up already. You're pissing me off."

"Dread, you're not dead. Stupid bastard, wake up. I don't wanna be stuck here with women." Giving his side a few more kicks to the ribs, not caring that he's causing some bruising to the man's body. He stops, clicking the roof of his tongue, and kneels beside Dread's body. Lifting his shirt, checking out his body, and chuckles as he gave the unconscious man new bruises. "It looks like a grape, no, a watermelon." Flicking the bruise with his fingers, and his eyes gleam with amusement. "Come on, Dready. Wake up for me and show me that you're alive. I don't want to kill you while you're asleep. It wouldn't be as fun." Shaking him now, Dread still not moving. "Dumbass." Ota sits back down, pissed off that his only fighting buddy was sleeping.