Who: Gwen Raiden and OTA (even a kid if they want!) What: Sitting, contemplating, playing When: Late afternoon Where: Outside the apartment building Rating: TBD Status: OPEN- In progress
Even though she didn't live there, Gwen found she spent a lot of time at the apartment building. The security system was one she had set up after all, tested beyond all its limits. She was proud of it and felt an odd sort of desire to keep monitoring it to make sure nothing was slipping past. She was, at heart, a professional.
And besides, with all the children running around, someone had to make sure that no creepy people were going to break in while the grown ups were all but gone.
Kids honestly freaked her out. She hadn't understood them even when she was one, cut off from them as she was, figuratively by being a freak and literally by the layers she'd had to keep between herself and anyone who might have gotten hurt by her deadly skin. She'd scared all the kids at school, unsurprising given what had happened on her first day.
Having checked the system, again, Gwen was sitting on the wall, just outside the apartment, her back leaning against a tree as she idly considered what to do for the rest of the day. Unemployment was, at times, a real bitch. There was still a part of her that craved getting another hit of coke, a part she suspected would linger for quite a while.
As another wave of jittery nerves began to hit, she carefully slipped her silk glove off, letting some sparks dance over her fingers. The air was heavy, at least to her, and she could sense the power in the skies. Glancing up, she focused a moment before a streak of lightning danced across the clouds. She smiled as she felt the slight release that came from letting loose every once in a while. More sparks formed over her hand, twisting and climbing up her arm and shoulder before they disappeared under her leather clothes. A few more streaks of lightning came from the sky as the streetlamps flared and dimmed at her control. She began to stretch the limits of her control, making the lights form patterns of lamp, lightning, lamp, playing with her electricity the way musicians played with instruments. It was even quite pretty and the focus helped her feel more at ease with herself. She laughed, resting her head against the tree as she contentedly let herself play for a while.