<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mitsuhara Private School, School Gates<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory Minato|Mentioned: Reckley Stiles<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Purple Haze<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rugby Shirt and Khakis<br/><hr/><br/>Kevin wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. Even if he were, he wouldn't have believed it. One minute he and Mallory were at the edge, pretty much at Reckley's mercy. The next? Their captors were all flung thirty feet away. All unconscious. The only dividing line between the states was a flash of purple emanating from... Mallory.<br/><br/>Slowly, painfully, Kevin dragged himself up to a sitting position. They had gotten him, and they had gotten him good. They wouldn't be doing so again. No one would willingly go up a second time against that. He only hoped that they would wake with no idea as to what had happened. Because that would not be something he would be able to explain, and inasmuch as anyone could, as his<em>parents</em>could, it was not good. Better than being at Reckley's mercy obviously. But very much a frying pan/fire sort of situation. As it was, he was being haunted by his parents' warning to keep an eye on Mallory - that things could happen. And what they might do if they found out.<br/><br/>But first. Mallory. "You... You OK?" Because despite what had happened, and what it might mean, there was one thing Kevin knew for sure, and that was that as much as he'd be able to live with taking a beatdown himself, he would never forgive himself if anything ever happened to Mal.