Clarice Fong/Blink (![]() ![]() @ 2020-02-25 13:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~2020 february, ~~andy strucker (imnotfenris), ~~clarice fong (ajellydoughnut) |
Who: Clarice Fong
What: Welcome wagon isn't so... welcome.
Where: Middle of town, to the edge of the dome.
When: Monday, February 25. Afternoon.
Warnings: Medium? In case she feels sweary?
Status: open!
Phantom pain remained in her back, tense and burning. She glanced over her shoulder, reaching as best she could to try and touch one of the gunshot wounds. But there was nothing. How was that possible? How was she alive? . . .the space between the portals brought her where, exactly?
Sure, the lady from the welcome committee sounded sincere enough, but this all appeared to be one very well-crafted trap for a mutant like herself. She spun around slowly, studying the town before her. It all seemed so oddly normal – no sign of Sentinel Service and their hatred of mutants. How could this place be untouched? Perhaps it was built by the Brotherhood. Or maybe this was some trip to the future – had the Inner Circle succeeded and their bizarre idea of utopia was simply this? Nothing made sense, but she wasn't going to turn down the thousand dollars or the phone in her pocket.
The apartment though? That wouldn't be necessary. She was going to get the hell out of this place. Her portals could only go to a place she had been before or somewhere she could see. She tried to create a portal out – back to John Proudstar where she was meant to be, but it was to no avail. A purple spark formed between her hands, but nothing more. Her unnaturally green eyes shown bright as she pulled a violet portal with her hands out of the space in front of her, showing the furthest point she could physically see from her current location. She kept opening portals in this manner, going as far as she could see until she reached the dome's edge. She touched the dome, finding it solid and otherwise uninteresting. She stared at it as creature experienced with portals and other such bizarre phenomenon; it was a clear wall, like glass without being the slightest bit fragile. She glanced to the left, then to the right noting that the dome went on enclosing this place like a weird, little snowglobe of sorts. There wasn't a point in creating portals to reach the other side; she knew she would only find the same thing.
She slid down the wall of the dome, her back against it. With the rush of adrenaline wearing off, she felt exhausted from the sudden rush of portals she created to get to this point. She glanced at the phone, looking up her information regarding the apartment, but she didn't want to accept it. How could she – a mutant who could teleport anywhere, always on the run – be suddenly trapped in a giant snowglobe? She pulled her knees to her chest, uncertain of what to do next.