i_am_a_medusa This Place [ Open / Setting Urban Neighbourhood]
The house where Munch had dropped her was nothing like she'd been expecting. First of all, she hadn't been expecting a house. She'd been expecting her apartment. Though why she should in a world with Superman, she didn't know. But it was home.
Except in this place home was the house she'd once lived in with her and her dad and her sister, Julie. The red brick house in Brooklyn, with the black chain link fence and gate, and the red painted front steps and the bay window and the tiny front yard and the grey painted back court-yard. The house that had been only a few blocks away from her elementary and high schools.
She'd even found her mother's wedding dress, in it's garment bag hanging up in the back of her father's closet. Her father's closet. His room. His uniforms. His clothes. Even his spare gun.
It had been as surreal as anything she'd experienced before. And she didn't think one day was going to be enough to wrap her mind around it all. But it looked like one day was all she was going to have.
Munch had left late that first night, after telling her all he could about this place. Though it had taken getting up in the morning and finding a school and not an apartment building across the street from her house for her to believe him about the buildings moving. And that had immediately sent her inside to pack and sort. If this was where she was going to be living for a while, she needed to get rid of more than a few reminders.
Now however, more than half a day into packing, shifting, moving, re-organizing and seriously thinking about re-painting, she found herself outside, wrapped in one of her Dad's big bulky NYPD blue coats, a cup of coffee warming her hands, trying to put some type of scope or sense to everything; trying to decide if she really wanted to act like this was permanent.