Lorna Dane (opposing_forces) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-11-26 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: brotherhood, z: om1: character: erik lehnsherr, z: om1: location: genosha, z: om1: past character: lorna dane |
Garvity's zero see me stall...
Characters: Lorna, Magneto, OT anyone on Genosha
Location: Genosha
Content/Summery: Hating that no one seemed to want her around, Lorna decides to see if she can fit in at an all mutant community. Or at least not be told to gtfo.
Lorna had never in her life experinced as much squalor as she had on her trip to the island nation of Genosha. She hadn't wanted anyone to know where she was going so cashed out what she could of her savings and bribed her way onto a boat bound for the mutant homeland. And it had been horrible. A week in the cargo hold with other mutants too poor to buy a real ticket topside. Bread crusts and water and all manner of insults she thought were just staples of bad movies. Not even a shower for any of them.
But at least she hadn't left a paper trail... she hoped. People couldn't trace cash... maybe. She really didn't want Shield to know where she ran off to. Steve... Tony... they might not think much of her but she didn't want them to hate her. She just wanted to fit in somewhere and not be told she wasn't worth the words to tell her to go away.
Lorna shuffled off the boat with the others, about twenty in total, and made her way to the customs. The screening for mutant dna. She didn't say much, just kind of mumbled her way through the process, presenting her New York Driver's license when asked for a form of ID. She didn't think twice about how they entered the info into thier computers. Genosha's network probably wasn't connected to anything in the States, so she sould be fine, right?
All she wanted at the moment was to get a shower and a real meal and a good place to sleep for the next week. After getting her ID back she grabbed an information packet and began pouring through it in hopes of finding that meal or bed or shower at a convient place that wouldn't cost her the money she no longer had. How did that kind of stuff work here anyhow? Did they have thier own currency? Or was it barter or mostly communist? True communism as opposed to that socialism crap Russia got stuck on the way to an idealistic society.
Making her way down one of the larger streets in the city that was quickly spreading around her, she buried her nose in the English section of the map in her packet and tried to make sense of the icons and notes thereon. Maybe there was a hostel?