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[xxhottgirl4uxx.livejournal.com]

Long hard night of work, and nothing but baked beans in the local grocery store? Feh.

Jane sighs, and buys three immensely overpriced cans anyway. It's not as if there's anything else around this week. Life is more fun in Metropolis since the apocalypse, but it's a lot harder, too, in some really unexpected ways.

It occurs to her just before she opens her front door that she's left her stompy boots at the club - with the night's takings stashed in the toe. Damn. That won't be there tomorrow if she doesn't go back now.

So:


Dawn is breaking over Metropolis, and a tired-looking girl in jeans and a sweater is walking down a seedy street, alone.

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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

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OK, it's not like she hasn't told people before. And they ARE a long way away.

"Midwich" And because she can tell this is not totally helpful on its own, "it's back home." So you don't have to worry about the other kids creeping up in their current monstrous forms and assaulting you with knives making fun of you, Jane.

"...who is Oracle?" (Nobody has bothered to school Alessa on telepathy etiquette.)

The dog man subject is not a happy one. "he was there. came there. and made Daddy run..." The pitch of her voice rockets, and she drops into a crouch, shivering.

[xxhottgirl4uxx.livejournal.com]

Jane is already reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder when she realises what the kid just said.

" -- how did you know that name?" she demands, voice slightly high-pitched, instead of anything more friendly and reassuring.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

fdsklfsdjklfsjkl

Cringing is amped up.

"i'm sorry! i didn't mean to!" If she admits guilt, maybe the punishment will be quick and slightly less painful!

[xxhottgirl4uxx.livejournal.com]

Jane stares at her, flinching back a little herself. "You ... didn't mean to what?"

This chick is nuts.

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"people don't say things... and i say them... and it's bad."

Cringe again!

[xxhottgirl4uxx.livejournal.com]

Jane is so confused and really uncertain and so incredibly not about to give this chick a hug and tell her that it's okay.

"Look, uh ... you're kinda weird, but I guess they like that ... Okay, so there's this farm, outta town a bit, where they help out crazy people. I mean, bring-ins. Like you. Maybe you should go there."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

A moment of staring into space.

She points in a direction- specifically, to the west-northwest- and gives Jane a look for confirmation.

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Jane blinks.

"Uh ... maybe? I don't really have that much of a sense of direction."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Good enough.

"thank you..." Jane gets a small smile, before the girl vanishes into nothing.