Who: Kara and Warren What: Run ins When: Night time, around 9 Where: The apartments, laundry room! Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Kara wasn't completely sure how she had been caught up in the mess of a gun fight, but she had been. In the end, she'd knocked everyone unconscious and simply called the police, but not before getting shot at when she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, she wasn't worried about anyone finding her. There had been no cameras, and if someone said they saw a young girl get shot and have nothing happen, and then fly away, she was betting people were going to think they were crazy.
Still, her jacket had holes through it. Her white shirt? Fine. The red fabric fit her like a glove, and apparently being that close to her really did mean it was bullet proof. Still, just in case there was some sort of gun powder, Kara had decided laundry was a good idea.
Turning the machine on, she hopped up onto the washer and held out the jacket infront of her that was littered in bullet holes.
"I liked this jacket." she said with a grumble. And she didn't get paid enough to just keep replacing these things. Holding the material out infront her, heat built up behind her eyes, before shooting toward the jacket to two beams of heat.
She held the material as in burned. No one could accuse her of not getting rid of any evidence, even if it was taking things a bit far.