Charlie; Meet the Farm

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

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.

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Charlie does, in fact, appreciate the help. As little as it is, because of language barriers and helpful things getting lost in translation.

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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"Pikachu," it replies, smiling. As much as a yellow creature can smile, anyway.

And it hops off to go back to its Busy Day. Though it takes enough time to turn back and wave at her.