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kara zor-el

Who: Kara Zor-El
What: Blowing off steam
When: Night time
Where: The apartments, and then California!
Rating: G
Status: Complete

Her laptop was slammed closed in frustration. Any harder and it probably would have cracked. Kara shot up from her chair, pushing it out of the way. She'd never seen this side of her cousin before, and quite frankly, she didn't like it. She actually couldn't believe some of the things he had said to her. So, not giving him a chance to reply to her last comment, she had shut the connection.

Her hands ran through her blond curls as she looked around her apartment. Kara didn't want to be here anymore. At least not now. In a blink, she was gone from the spot she was in, had entered her bedroom and dug out a bag, packing it in a matter of seconds. When she was done, a good chunk of her clothes were missing from her closet, and her toiletries from her bathroom were gone. Snagging her cellphone, charger, laptop and cord, she packed those, grabbed her red purse, and then looked around.

That was everything. She was out of here. If only for a little while. Kara needed to blow off steam, and that wasn't going to happen here.

Switching off the lights in the apartment, she went to the window and pushed it open. She knew, if she tired hard enough, she could probably hear Clark right now. She couldn't be bothered. Securing her bag around her bag, she hung her purse on her arm. Floating out the window, she carefully closed it behind her, and then turned to face the city.

If he didn't want anything to do with his Kryptonian side, he didn't want anything to do with her. And that was what she was going to tell herself until she was good and ready to move on. Or maybe it was true.

What he didn't realize was the way he was acting wasn't anything like the Kents would tell him to do. He was more Kryptonian than he knew.

Looking up at the night sky, her face set. In a red-blue blur she was gone, streaking off into space, and toward California. She could easily get a place to stay, with our without enough money. Maybe a little beach time to herself was what she needed.

Two hours later, she was sitting on a beach side bar in California, some sort of blue drink in her hand that she had ordered randomly. She was at a table with two guys she had randomly met, and she was pretty sure they were together. Either way, they'd struck up a conversation with her about her high heals, and she'd been laughing ever since.

She wasn't going to have any troubles here. Demon or otherwise.