Selina frowns, and slowly hugs her again, moving her shoulder to attempt to dislodge the biting a little... She is as confused and her mother is, though not as disapproving...
She does unclench her teeth slowly, as if not entirely trusting your resumed attempt at a hug. Moving your shoulder elicits a slightly tighter clench of the jaw. She seems oddly possessive, that much is certain.
"Are you... ready to go anywhere today?" your mother asks tentatively, with the utmost care.
Steven remains in the alley until he feels recovered enough to move or someone appears.
You could probably use a long nap in this alleyway. You settle for a little downtime instead, looking up at the sky, watching out for anyone who might possibly get the drop on you, so to speak. You do this, in fact, until you hurt a little bit less. You suppose significant improvement's a lot to hope for, but you seem to slowly be getting there.
How long have you been lying here? An hour? Maybe two? It's easy to lose track of time. You feel cold. And you're reasonably sure you could walk, too, though whether that's truly the case remains to be seen.
Alex would ask to see any witness that was in the station, explaining he's PRT.
The paramedic says that's your business, really, not any of hers. She's just here to rescue the last of these wretched corpses. She refers you to a cop, who tells you to not bother her right now. Tempers seem a little short on the scene. Maybe there's somebody better to ask all this crap.
Carrie knocks on a nearby door, and asks if they can call the police, as there is a man cleaning up enough blood for a torture or murder to have taken place in the house that she directs them to. If the person at the door starts ask any non-pertinent questions, "Please, I have superpowers. I'll demonstrate after the police arrive if you want. I have to go watch that guy and attempt to stop him if he starts to leave."
You find the nearest occupied house and knock on the door, whereupon you are met by a kindly grandmotherly type who appears to have been in the middle of some kind of strange morning exercise routine. You explain to her that somebody's clearly been murdered or tortured down at the unoccupied house down the road, and why you would think this. The woman, upon hearing this, walks over and phones the police, apparently taking you at your word. You guess your concerned face is working!
I completely forgot to update this for the longest time. Anyone still around?
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