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Charlie; Meet the Farm
Oh, jeez that ground is rushing toward them fast. Charlie lands awkwardly, even if her ride sets down relatively easy, and lets do only to end up on her behind again. She'll stay that way for a couple minutes too, trying to take in the scene before her.
Norman Rockwell meets Dali. Sorta.
One 5'9" teenager, armed with a backpack, and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, available to be flailed at.
Oh, and Sylar too.
Norman Rockwell meets Dali. Sorta.
One 5'9" teenager, armed with a backpack, and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, available to be flailed at.
Oh, and Sylar too.
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"... I have no idea what you're saying."
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It points at itself with one paw. "Pikachu."
It points at her with the same paw. "Pikapika?"
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Which would be worrisome under any other circumstances.
Oh.
"Charlie."
Name, rank and serial number, baby.
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Such is a hazard in speaking with a small yellow creature.
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Small, yellow sadists are not cool, man.
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Well, she is new and it is less new. That means that it is now a Senior Member here, and she is its Junior. Time to be helpful and authoritative!
"Pikapikachu," it informs her, hopping toward the barn. It pauses to look back and motion for her to follow. Just to make sure; this human is A Little Slow, after all.
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It should be noted that she is following after the small, yellow thing now.
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There is a
barnhouse. And a door. It motions helpfully toward the door. Humans use these things, so she presumably knows what to do with it. Right?"Pikapi."
[The management would like to apologize for confusion between "barn" and "house." The management swears it does, in fact, know English.]
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Which leaves the teenager to stare at, and study, the house in front of her. Presumably, there might be people inside who can help, or at least point her in the direction of a motel. Or, there could be giant mutant cannibals just waiting to rend her limb from limb.
Perhaps she has watched way too much post-apocalyptic Hollywood movies.
"Thank you," Charlie offers, and heads up to knock on the front door.
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And it hops off to go back to its Busy Day. Though it takes enough time to turn back and wave at her.