<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, Streets, traveling<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: No one, open, (John and Emily might catch sight of him)<br/><hr/><br/>He frowned a bit as he stayed sitting on his bike, along the side walk. He hadn't mentioned a single thing about it all, but he knew about the head lines. It was eating at him. He thought it was Dark Fae, or worse; something similar to what had happened to them during their awakening, or whatever Renault had called it. Sully couldn't remember, but he stuck with the word 'awakening'. Made sense to him.<br/><br/>He was wearing a pair of cargo pocket, plain blue, denim jeans. For a shirt, it was a black wife-beater.  Also on his torso was a worn out denim jacket, with pockets, from which, he took out a pair of black gloves, and slid them onto his  hands. They were actually biker's gloves, designed for use as biking armor to protect someone if they got into an accident; and by 'biker's', that was meant not as bicycler, but as motorcyclist. He didn't have a motorcycle, might never have one, either. He still had his hands on these gloves, though, because they were well-protected, and had knuckle-guards that, in a fight, could increase the power behind his punches.<br/><br/>Of course, he'd never wear them during boxing, he had proper gloves for that. Nope, these gloves were for just in case he needed to defend himself, or, God forbid, beat someone down that needed a beating.<br/><br/>but, enough of that sidetrack. He was worried. He hadn't found<em>Her</em>yet, and<em>She</em>had not yet made himself apparent to him. Still, he felt like their was an invisible gun looming behind all of their heads, and that sooner rather than  later, They would hear from<em>Her</em>. He couldn't let Them get involved, though. That would be too dangerous for Them. He had to do this on his own.<br/><br/>That's why he was calling the school. In fairly good French--He only ever had to pause and think about a handful of words-- he told them he was feeling under the weather. Plus, John was sick, too. Sully did not want to spread anything to others, and was taking the day off. This was, of course, as much bullshit as John's illness. But, it freed him up to start the long biking towards Clichy-sous-Bois. he used the same smart phone he had called on to bring up Google maps, and find the most direct route there.