Issues - You Name 'Em (Open)
The list of people within the City that had powers was growing everyday. She could observe them without them seeing her for the most part, and they didn't seem to want to hide the fact that they had powers. Some of them could be dangerous. She worried that if the rest of the Company followed her into the City they wouldn't stand a chance against the group of people with powers here. She needed to find a way to get around the fact that there were too many of her own kind out there, or find a way to recruit some of them to help her should the need arise to stop them. She was sure if there were ten of the goodie-goods out there, there were at least 5 bad guys out there too. The city was small enough but she hadn't seen anyone she recognized.
She wondered if any of them were out there. If Nathan, Peter, Claire, Sylar, Mohinder, or any of them had made it here yet. Her father hadn't. Every time she called his cell it was just a disconnected number. it began to bother her so much she started to talk to the disconnected line. Talking to daddy made everything better, and worse at once. He'd yell at her and he wasn't even there. Scolding her for becoming infatuated with a man enough to ignore her duty for a few days. Wanting desperately to go back to that same man and have more fun caused another round of yelling from her not-even-there father.
Daddy issues? You bet.
"But dad-" She was cut off abruptly by a voice that wasn't really there. Holding the cellphone to her ear and listening to the blank tone on the other end but imagining the yelling. She was being talked down to. She was being treated like a child. By thin air. Elle was getting angrier and angrier. She was holding a bottle of water in her other hand as she walked down the street watching no one in particular. Her face was turning colors, embarrassed turning to angry. Upset. Angry. Pissed. livid.
"SHUT UP YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE!" She threw the phone and before it hit the ground a bolt of blue electricity hit it and exploded it into a million pieces. She seethed there on the street. People could see her, she didn't fucking care. He wasn't there to order her around. The company wasn't around either. Fuck the company. Almost immediately Elle ran forward to collect the pieces of her phone back up. She was mumbling something to herself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell. You just make me so mad daddy." She whispered to no one.
She needed a purpose. She needed someone to contain, or a team to run. Something. Anything.