Candy, Candy Everywhere

[Blake Harlow]

Blake had a candy problem; everyone that knew her knew this and had not really expected her to shy away from her candy issue. Well, if they did then they were fools because Blake was hooked on candy since she was a teen and here she was about to be in her thirties or close to hitting and she did not see her candy problem going away anytime soon. It helped with the headaches and well she lucked out with not really having any negative effects to her health so why stop? Since she didn't plan on stopping so she needed to do some stocking up on candy. She had already finished up her trip to the candy store and was working on unloading the back of her truck with the two large bags of different candies in them. Man she wished her power could help her out at a time like this, but she was not picking up on any super strength peoples around at the moment.

Rubbing her head, she cracked her knuckled and picked up the bags. Carrying them was not the problem, it was just carrying them while wanting to just dive into the bag and feast. Yeah, that be a trip right to the infirmary. Blake thought to herself as she used her foot to kick close the back of her pickup truck. Shifting her grip on the bags and moving across the parking lot to get back to her dorm. She had a pleased smile on her face, it was a good day. Nice outside, not too hot, and she had gotten candy at a pretty good deal. 'RIIIIP!' The sound had come from one of the bags that apparently did not want to carry the weight of the candy anymore. Spilling out the bags onto the parking lot with Blake standing there for a moment. "Son of a bi-" Blake stopped herself as she let go of the other bag and went on a mental swearing rant, kicking one of the bags of candy out of anger.

Not paying attention that said bag of candy went pretty far and ended up hitting an innocent bystander passing by. She was still in the middle of her pissed off rant, muttering to herself about having to fix the stupid bag or like stuffing the candy down her pants and shirt in order to carry it all. No way was she just going to leave a bag behind.

[Kyrie Jamal Pierce]

Leaning against the back of his car, Kyrie took a small puff of the cigarette in his hand. He let the smoke out slowly without exhaling, savoring the flavor. He looked at the white paper that engulfed the tobacco and rolled it around in his fingers. He felt his hands get warmer, a sign that the tobacco was effectively raising his heart rate and making him more pumped, even if it was only slightly. His body had developed a tolerance so he rarely got a buzz anymore, but he depended on the cigarettes to keep him feeling active. He took another drag before flicking it onto the asphalt. He rolled his eyes at himself. He had to be more responsible. What if one the students picked up the butt and did heaven knows what with it? Or worse what if he started a fire? Well, there were pyrokinetics at the school that could put they fire out. Or would they just make matters worse? Pyros had always been so unpredictable back when he was a student, he doubted that things had changed much in that regard in only three years.

Kyrie walked over to the butt and bended over to pick up. Just as his index finger and thumb met with the butt, something met with the back of his head causing him to stumble a bit. ”What the hell” Kye mumbled as he put his hand to his head. Whatever hit him didn’t hurt him, but it did shock the hell out of him. He looked down at the assault weapon. It was… A bag of candy? Why would someone be throwing a bag of candy at him? He didn’t really even like candy. He picked up the bag just as the culprit arrived on the scene. Kye smiled. It was his old teacher and friend, Blake Harlow. Of course it was Blake Harlow. Kye looked at the bag of candy and then to Blake before holding it up. ”I thought candy was supposed to rot teeth, not concuss people,” he said extending his hand out to give her the bag. But suddenly, he retracted his arm. ”You did come to check on me not your bag of candy, right” he asked his mentor sarcastically while squinting his eyes to give her the side eye.

[Blake Harlow]

The 'what the hell' was what gave it away to Blake that her kicking the bag of candy earlier had actually either hit someone or had come close to hitting them. Opps. Blake thought to herself, already thinking up how to explain why she had thrown (kicked) a bag of candy in the direction of said person. It was not like she was trying to hit them on purpose, she was just taking her anger out on the candy for breaking the bag. Then again she could always blame it on the person who put the candy into the bags; they should have known the bags could not hold that much candy. They were probably off somewhere, laughing and knowing that this had to have happened to Blake. Upon getting closer to her candy assaulted target she quickly recognized him, not really bale to forget the faces of those she had trained in the past. A smile was already forming on her lips as Blake stopped near Kyrie, still a little weirder out at him being all grown up and making her feel slightly old.

"Well that’s normal candy. Blake candy is none to cure headache, prevent cavities, and occasional hit people in their heads in an attempt to knock them out." Blake responded back with a small chuckle, her eyes looking over Kyrie and still not getting over just at the fact that he was pretty much all grown up and no longer needed her to train him in his power. Then again, Kyrie had always been pretty good with his training and it never too much effort on Blake's part. While there probably was still more for him to learn he was at the level of being able to come and go from the school as he pleased. Her hand went out to take the candy from him, almost feeling bad that she had thrown it and wondering if there were any cracked or crushed candies inside. Kyrie pulling the bag back before she could take it and asking if she was checking on him. Blake smirked. "Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Blake teased back before going to reach out to grab her candy again.

"Now give me back my candy and give me a hug before I cause you to have flashback of our times training together." Blake warned still in a teasing manner, but with candy on the line she was likely to do it. She did train Kyrie past just using his power after all, all the kids at BA who went to their trainers ended up at least learning a little of self-defense and there was also a class for it.

[Kyrie Jamal Pierce]

Kyrie could never understand Blake’s unhealthy obsession with candy when he was younger, but he never judged her for it. When he was her student, it actually made her seem more available and relatable. Now that he was older and had more unhealthy habits to kick than anyone he knew, he felt that he understood her habit. Everyone had their shit, and compared to him Blake’s wasn’t nearly that bad.

“I don’t know about the first two, but it’s definitely effective at it’s third job,” Kye said with a laugh. The candy itself didn’t hurt, but had he fallen head first like he might have, then he’d definitely would have been knocked out cold from the concrete. It had been awhile since Kye had been knocked out. Coincidently it had happened during a self-defense lesson that was instructed by Blake. Blake had Kye act as a live dummy for another student, an extraordinarily strong one no less, that flipped Kye a little too hard. He remembered waking up a few seconds later to the sweet smell of candy hovering above him. Good times.

Kye gave the bag to Blake. They were friends and coworkers that teased one another, but something about Blake made Kye think that she was a little serious. Ironically, he’d just had a flashback to their training days and it wasn’t necessarily a pleasant one. “Funny you should mention that” he said with a chuckle before opening his arms up wide to embrace her. He was shorter than she was, but that didn’t stop him from embracing her as if he were a few inches taller than her. “How have you been,” he asked upon releasing her, “Kids still causing you to Jones for a sugar rush” he asked teasingly. That was something else Kye could relate too. Even though he wasn’t that much older than the students, his position in the school had cause a shift in paradigm regardless. He was now “Sir” or “Mr. Pierce." Kye couldn't stand the formalities that came with the position so interacting with his fellow staff- most of whom were than he- was comforting.

[Blake Harlow]

Blake did indeed have a candy problem, it could be called an addiction and she probably needed like a group talk if she were ever going to get on the path of not eating candy. Not that she would ever stop. She knew she had a problem and accepted it with open arms. Since the day she had her first taste of candy she could not stop and didn't want to stop. It was not making her fat, her teeth were not rotting away, and she liked the flavor of it. Plus she got told she tasted sweet and would believe the doctors if they said her blood was basically pure sugar, that she in face was turning into candy. What a twist that would be one that would end probably badly for Blake if she ever tasted herself and then began to eat herself. Yup, weird. "Well if it did knock you out, I would make sure to wake you up and not leave your body out in the parking lot." Blake said with a smile, again teasing but really was thankful that she had not knocked Kyrie out.

If she had she would have just busted open one of the candy bags and just dangled them over his face. Maybe even open his mouth up and put a sour candy in his mouth, that be a way to wake up someone. Blake could even recall doing something like that before when Kyrie was younger and she was training him. She didn't remember all the details because with all the students over the years things started to blur together from time to time. Still, she knew that she used candy to save the day when Kyrie was knocked out before and she would do it again. Candy was the magical cure to everything as far as Blake was concerned. Now she was starting to wonder if it could even help close up a wound. Probably not and would be a very bad idea because of the sugar, but if it was something that was possible, that would be great.

"What flashbacks already and I hardly did anything. Have I scared you for life?" Blake teased as Kye brought up the whole having flashback things. Blake moved into the hug, squeezing the younger man tight and remembering the times the trained and how proud she was of him now. All grown up and working to help the school out. "Good. They have been keeping me mainly on training duty of late but I went out a few weeks ago to bring some kids in." Blake said, thinking back on it, still liking both of the jobs and would more than likely do them both for the rest of her time at BA. "How about you? All settled in to your job and room?" Blake asked, wanting to catch up with her former student and now fellow co-worker. Even if part of her was still going to see him as her trainee. Blake cracked her neck at his latter question about the students and chuckled a little as she shook her head.

"This year I have had a lot of slackers who don't keep to their training, but other than that nothing really stand outish." Blake answered as she gave s shrug, still doing her job and could only make the students show up for training within limit and then the school would handle the rest by not allowing them to graduate due to their lack of control over their power and not showing up for their training lessons.