Who: Angel of Vengeance (Andrea Rojas), Kara Zor-El, and OPEN! What: Chance meetings on a highway When: Early evening Rating: TBD, probably nothing more than PG-13 Status: In Progress
It was only quick reflexes that kept her laptop from crashing down into the ground. If that had had happened, there would have been more of a problem than a confused woman in high black boots, a long duster, and tight leather pants. There would have been something along the lines of an angry woman introducing her fist into the nearest smartass passerby. As it was, when Andrea Rojas found herself unceremoniously dumped in the middle of nowhere her laptop was automatically caught in both hands, snapped shut with a breath of relief, and held against her chest. Standing up easily, she looked around her, mask covering half her face and mouth opened slightly in confused surprise.
She had been unpacking her stuff. Having decided that, yes she would continue crime fighting and helping people-despite .. Despite a lot of things. Yet unsure if Metropolis was the city to do it in. It had a lot of memories for her, both good and bad. Though in the past year and then some, a lot of it had been almost too painful to bare, painful enough that it would have broken someone not as stubborn as she.
Nevertheless, stubborn as she was, as much as she could deal with … this, whatever this was, was out of her element. Andrea knew Metropolis like the back of her hand. And she didn’t know the highway she was currently walking down.
Frowning, she shifted her laptop in her hold and continued walking down, not at all bothered that she was in costume and that it was light enough to notice. Fuck everyone else at the moment. It was only common sense and living in a city not too far from the town that breeded meteor freaks was what kept her from freaking out. She wanted to find out where she was, get to the nearest map, and then head back home.
Dios help anyone who got in her way at the moment. She might not have been as angry as she could have been had her laptop fell and broke, but saying that she was irritated was a VAST understatement.
She walked towards the sign, and blinked. Oh, this was some really bad joke. She walked closer and squinted at it. Lawrence, Kansas. Lawrence was MILES away from Metropolis. And it was probably more boring than Smallville. And that had to be saying something.
Surely this wasn’t a dream. Her own head might’ve not been screwed on in the best manner lately but there was no way that she’d be dreaming of Lawrence, Kansas. Aspen? Sure. Lawrence? Ha!
Yet that was what the sign said.
Andrea just barely held onto the temptation to just break it down.