Teenage Antichrist

IKEA

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Jesse looked around to make sure no one was around before straightening and strolling out of the alley. No one noticed another scrawny white kid, after all. Not in Boston, at least.

Looking around, Jesse saw that the normal street musicians and vendors were in place, and relaxed a little, although not much. It just meant that hell wasn't literally raining from the sky, not that it wasn't dangerous.

Boston Common's was a public space that Jesse considered relatively safe. Lots of people, no one paying any attention to another teenager, and there were lots of exits, if necessary.

Jesse knew better than to stand still, because that drew attention, so began walking down towards the benches. Avoiding stoners and anybody loud was habit now, as was avoiding being too isolated or closed in. There was a bench with its back to a tree that wasn't closed in by fencing, and was relatively close to the entrance to the train station, which provided another way to get out if something went wrong.

It was a little chilly, and so Jesse tried to think of an asshole who didn't deserve to keep their sweatshirt. There were just so many options! Ultimately, an article on a nearby newspaper made the decision easy. A corrupt pharmaceutical CEO was hiking prices. Jesse pretended to stretch, and summoned the sweatshirt. This one was a nice, light gray, and very warm.

Jesse realized that they had yet to "rent" a storage unit to put all the stolen items in, from which they could be summoned at will. So with a stretch, the teen (whose hair was now blue, because why not?) stood, and began to look for a place with a computer.

Banks. Banks had lots of computers, and so long as that one over there had cubicles....

Jesse appeared in a bathroom (the women's bathroom, by the looks of things) and listened before walking out of the stall. There wasn't anyone in there. Perfect.

The mirrors showed an androgynous teenager with blue hair, skinny jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. Jesse admired the image before turning and leaving the bathroom and walking out into the room that was entirely comprised of cubicles. The cubicles' occupants weren't paying a lick of attention, which thankfully wouldn't do them too much harm this time. People were so damn clueless sometimes.

The teen walked up behind a suit-clad man with blank cubicle walls (what a loser, there weren't even pictures of a wife and kids) and whispered, "Get up and go to the bathroom. Stay there until I come tell you to get back to work."

The man stood and practically ran to the bathroom as Jesse sat down at the computer and opened up internet explorer with a wince. Why couldn't people just download google chrome?

After a quick google search, Jesse walked into the bathroom and told the man (whose desk had said John) "Listen to me carefully. I want you to go back to your desk and work like normal. As soon as you sit down, download google chrome. You're going to clear your internet search history on internet explorer and never use it again. And you're going to forget I was here, okay?"

The man nodded almost sprinted back to his desk, so eager was he to download chrome and clear his internet history. What a chump.

Jesse disappeared from the bank bathroom and reappeared in the reception area of Mountain Storage Facilities.

When the receptionist looked over and barked, "What are you doing here?" Jesse realized she saw a blue-haired (and therefore suspicious) teenager that hadn't walked in the door. Oops.

Jesse snapped (it wasn't necessary, but it was a nice dramatic touch), and when the receptionist blinked, she saw a teenager with dark hair and a sports coat, who she remembered walking in.