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Who: Elle Bishop and Riddick
What: Who knows?
When: 9 PM
Where: Streets
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Elle was out exploring. She hadn't even been truly on her own like this before. She was so used to taking orders from her father, but he was not here. She was on her own, and free, and right now she was just trying to get a feel of what that was like. Her arm was still in a sling, but that didn't really stop her much, had it stopped her when she blasted Sylar? No. He'd gotten away but she'd definitely hurt him, and then she was here.
She walked down the street. This was a dark city, far darker than the Los Angeles she was used to. She stretched a little, looking around. Maybe she could get a Slush-O somewhere, and then it would feel more like home. Still it was nice to really live by her own rules, even if she was a bit morally grey and socially inept.
Lightning crackled at her fingertips on her good hand. She wanted to have a little fun.
What: Who knows?
When: 9 PM
Where: Streets
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Elle was out exploring. She hadn't even been truly on her own like this before. She was so used to taking orders from her father, but he was not here. She was on her own, and free, and right now she was just trying to get a feel of what that was like. Her arm was still in a sling, but that didn't really stop her much, had it stopped her when she blasted Sylar? No. He'd gotten away but she'd definitely hurt him, and then she was here.
She walked down the street. This was a dark city, far darker than the Los Angeles she was used to. She stretched a little, looking around. Maybe she could get a Slush-O somewhere, and then it would feel more like home. Still it was nice to really live by her own rules, even if she was a bit morally grey and socially inept.
Lightning crackled at her fingertips on her good hand. She wanted to have a little fun.