Who: Storm, Chloe/Colin What: Convincing Chloe she might just be a mutant When: An early evening in late September Where: The streets of Lower Manhattan Rating/Warnings: Potential for bigoted language from Chloe Status: Closed, Complete!
Barely six o'clock and it was already getting dim outside. Chloe straightened her coat and shifted her briefcase to her other hand. She didn't mind fall too much; the crisp air was certainly a nice change from melting all summer in her suit jackets. Her shoes clicked in a steady rhythm along the sidewalk as she made her way northward, away from the station and towards the pile-of-bricks-excuse-for-a-building that she called her apartment.
Cars buzzing past gave the evening a steady background hum; she could hear a few shouts in the distance but otherwise it was a calm enough night. Before too much longer the streetlights would be flickering on. She'd probably finish off that stew from Thursday for dinner. Then maybe she'd curl up with the evening news and the last of the reports she'd stashed in her briefcase. Boring, perhaps, but boring was what she needed after a long day.