Re: Capital: Holly + Gwen
Maybe it was a personality thing. Maybe? It was just the depth the dirt went and how high it rose in Jersey. In Jersey the city didn't exactly have the best and blue on the force so the little people were kind of nugatory. It was the kingpins and the movers and the shakers which were important in Holly's recollection of caped crusaders and it was the guys who skirted the law who focused on the peons. She didn't know bright and shiny heroes who were all about the little people, and great power hadn't made anyone in Jersey responsible.
Whatever the boy had done? Taking her out as collateral damage was so not in Holly's frame of thinking. He was running, which was kosher because he was being chased, but the way the underbelly was supposed to go? You didn't drag somebody else into your undertow. Ruthlessness was kind of the way you stayed alive but ruthlessness sucked when you were in the way. The car belted it, which Holly so didn't blame them for. A little curb-crawling was so not an event worthy of getting trashed by a superhero for.
"That's how this usually works," she said, as a something attached itself to her hand and yanked. Okay, it yanked in the right way to get her up instead of down but Holly was a tiny bit preoccupied with imminent damage and the help was operationally new. The ribs hurt under the construction jacket and all that pink and her tights were trashed at the knee, which sucked. The eau-de-garbage thing she and the guy who had pissed off enough muscle-power to follow even in the back-alleys, that was a nice touch.
But having gotten onto her broken-in-steel-toed booted feet? She didn't expect to be knocked off them and when white-blue-pink swung by, that was exactly what happened, dangling at the end of whatever white-blue-pink was dangling from. "If you're looking for a pick-up, there are so better neighborhoods, caped crusader," her voice was narrowed down to the air left in her lungs, but hey, the chick at the end of the dangling whatever had to know that, right? But the collection of mean-spirited muscle had entered the alley and the little guy had already fled.