Selina watches the waving arms for a moment before realizing the smell would be probably mean that she had soiled herself in the night... It took her another minute before thinking of a solution as she carefully attempted to lift up and move her to the bathroom. Once inside, she would carefully take her clothes off and slide her into the bath in an attempt to wash her. It would be awkward, and somewhat difficult and cringe worthy for her at first but... she slowly worked her way through everything in bathing the Clone.
It's not exactly a fun experience, as your suspicions turn out to be entirely correct. What doesn't make it any better is that the Clone appears to really enjoy being bathed, occasionally laughing and smiling the whole way through, playfully grabbing your hands (making it abundantly clear in the process that she's just as physically strong as you are, even if a little bit less coordinated, and also ticklish in all the same spots as you are) at times and fidgeting as you try to get through the procedure with a minimum of fuss.
At the end of it, though, she's cleaned up after you've learned that. You put her old sheets away and get her dressed, and then have to figure out where to put her now. Leave her in your room? Take her downstairs, maybe?
Carrie carefully sneaks back into the house.
You proceed quietly toward the house, making sure to avoid the windows, and make it to the unlocked front door. The guy's still in the house, on the ground floor - seems to be having a smoke in the kitchen. You can't tell if he's relaxed, but you notice he's definitely keeping his hand near the gun. Hasn't heard you yet, but you get the feeling he's listening carefully.
Alex would focus. He would stare at an emergency service worker, and attempt to go into his pocket dimension and end up over there.
You look at a disenchanted fireman and bring him over to your pocket dimension along with yourself, which is probably not what you were trying to do.
"What the..." the fireman says, his cigarette falling out of his hands.
Straightening up Steven gives the teenager a quick looking over. How athletic is she? Is she carrying some sort of bag at all?
With his appraisal finished Steven turns his gaze skyward and watches pigeonface swoop down dodging as necessary.
She's kind of athletic - the way she's running now, you're guessing she's had a bit of practice at that. Maybe a track and field girl, you think. She has a black leather handbag, and seems to be dressed reasonably well. She had a generous amount of makeup on, and you think she's probably out to meet someone. You're probably thinking too much about this, considering you'll be needing to dodge-
-Pigeonface has already smashed into your back shoulder-first, planting you face-down into the ground much harder than would strictly be necessary to hurt you terribly. He's pretty fast, and the asphalt feels especially rough today. Your body starts to hurt terribly as the accelerated weight of Pigeonface bears down on you. The man then uses you as a springboard of sorts, tumbling over you painfully on the landing and using the momentum when he's on his feet to jump and roll clear of you, no doubt looking completely ridiculous. You're kind of glad you have the mask, because it feels like it just cracked down the middle. That could have been your
face. Damn.
Should you bother getting up? Feels like that would hurt a whole damn lot. You feel like maybe your kidney just got knocked loose. Maybe you can just repeatedly explode until your problems go away. That'd be a relaxing thing to do.
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