It had been a long day. And not a normal sort of long. A tortured sort of long. Five tramp stamps, two hearts, and a hip tattoo. It made Joanie want to rip her hair out and give up. Of course, she felt this way often, so she shelved the feeling and focused on getting back to her apartment without killing a random passerby.
As she jogged up the stairs - she found the trip to be more fun if she convinced herself that it was healthy exercise - Joanie began to notice something strange above her as she neared the seventh floor. Pausing at the landing, she leaned over the banister, looking upwards to see what appeared to be a monkey having a seizure on its way up to the eighth floor. She raised a brow. That was interesting.
Against her better judgment, Joanie slowly climbed the stairs, peering skeptically after the bizarre moving object until she reached the eighth floor's landing. She paused, looking out into the hallway to see a gangly young man dressed in black and decked out with a video game console and headphones. For a moment, she was going to just walk away - she didn't need to be exposed to any more weird radiation. But she caught a glimpse of his face.
It was Blackbeard.
Snorting, Joanie walked over to the young man, tapping him smartly on the shoulder as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do. She inclined her head towards the Nintendo DS with a smirk. "Is this your way of getting exercise? Video games on the go?"