elle_z_bishop (elle_z_bishop) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-07-08 20:26:00 |
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Who: Elle Bishop and Kon
What: Famine makes Elle want to please her father and she thinks her father wants certain people dead.
Where: Lawrence where Kon is patrolling.
When: Late afternoon
A note. Elle grumbled to herself and walked over to collect the thing. The last thing she needed was snail mail to complicate things and bore her even further. She had been in such a funk, some inexplicable longing for her dad’s advice weighing on her as of late. What she would have loved to do was crawl into a hot, bubbly bathtub of water and ignore everything happening outside of her four walls. She couldn’t do this, of course, without shorting out the electricity in the entire building. She suspected that Epiphany might get pissed if that happened. Elle tore into the envelope while muttering something about the postal service being dated and lame, but her expression changed completely after reading the first few lines.
Her dad was there! At first she was thrilled. She had been dying to hear from him. This, however, was not a mushy emotional note meant just to tell her that he was in town and wanted to do lunch. A giant lump that couldn’t be swallowed formed in her throat. He had, in no uncertain terms, told her that he was disappointed in her. Elle felt a little tickle of electricity on her cheek as a few tiny tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. She wrinkled the note into a crumpled wad of paper, but stuffed it in her pocket. She had work to do.
As soon as she could kick off her fuzzy slippers and get into sneakers, Elle was out the door and on a mission. There were so many people with powers in Lawrence that she wasn’t sure where to start. It seemed best to take them as she saw them, one by one and moving quickly so that they didn’t have the time to warn one another. Sure, she’d made friends with some of them, but she was a company girl before she was anyone’s friend. Work came first.
Then she saw him. Kon. Without meaning to, her mouth curled into a wicked little smile.
“Hey, Kon,” At her side, Elle’s hands went to work. Little blue sparks jumped from fingertip to fingertip, the energy slowly building to a point where it could be used as a weapon.