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Rhiannon Jaxyn Montgomery (bound_rhiannon) wrote in bound_rp,

"Well, you're certainly not Oliver Queen. Unless that makes me Canary. He would have at least bought be dinner before trying to feel me up." Shrugging her shoulders, she thought about the name for a moment before grinning. "There are worse things I could be called. At least it's not a My Little Pony."

It was only when the crowds swarmed that she found her jaw setting. Without her own ability anymore, and with senses that she still hadn't gotten used to, she had the worst time making processing things. "It was much easier when you people sparkled," she grumbled under her breathe, as if cursing them all out for making things difficult for her. Sights and sounds and smells bombarded her, and small feet moved just a little more quickly the moment a wave of them seemed to come at them out of nowhere.

Biting the inside of her lip with a pointed tooth, she tasted metal and mana in her mouth. Thankfully things calmed down fairly quickly. "I grew up a few towns over. Started coming here when I was a kid, and eventually moved because of the constant commute. It's really not so bad. And has a great art store." She held the bag up for emphasis. "We never had the money to waste on art supplies. I always wanted professional markers and on my sixteenth birthday, Dad bought me a whole set of them and told me that when I used up all the ink, that he'd buy me a whole new set. He was bribing me, I think, to make me feel better." It had worked, too. The excitement of being able to use them distracted her from the illness and the fact that she couldn't have a birthday party.