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≋ Sarah Pendleton ≋
New Angeles
Some alleyway smelling faintly of Kebab.
1:36ish AM
Interaction: Maxine Saunders, Kemi Marks, Anya Romanova & Lucian Albrechtsen.
Grease coursed over Sarah's tongue. Grease and salt. Grease and salt and mystery meat. With a polystyrene container filled to the brim with donner meat and chips balanced in one hand and a disposable fork in the other, Sarah sauntered through the streets and alleyways of New Angles in the vague direction of her apartment. She wasn't in a rush. Having chugged a bottle of water in the take-away the red-head could feel the extremely early morning air doing her good. Also, she didn't want her filthy monstrosity of a midnight snack stinking up her flat. The smell invariably seemed to linger for days. That alone made the option of doing a little late night exploration of the city a far better choice. And anyway, her phone was blowing up with reports that Neon had been spotted in the slums.
Sarah heard the strange standoff before she saw it. Shouting and the sound of shoes pounding against the ground carried at this time of night and was more than enough to grab her attention. Switching off her phone, she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dark before creeping up to the intersection between the road she was on and an alleyway. Peeking around the corner, Sarah was just able to make out a lithe figure come to a limping halt with another two silhouettes close behind.
"I'm not making you do anything! You don't have to follow me, just leave me alone. I'm OK!"
The shout from the figure closest to her made Sarah's heart skip a beat. Whatever was happening wasn't good. At best it was a hissy argument between some friends. At best. Shoveling one last overloaded forkful of kebab meat and chips into her mouth, Sarah chewed furiously as she gently put the box down on the pavement before reaching into one of the back pockets of her jeans. She didn't like relying on a bandana stashed there to conceal her identity, but it was easier to carry around than a full ski mask and that was why she had it. It wasn't as if she had a choice either. Leaving wasn't an option. How could she continue to call herself a vigilante if she did?
Once her impromptu mask was securely covering all of her face below her eyes, Sarah crept into the alleyway. Sticking to the shadows, she moved as close as dared to the group, her eyes straining for more detail as she observed one of the shadowy figures approach the girl with a limp and hold something out to them.
"I said I'M FINE."
This was obviously not what the limping girl's pursuers wanted to hear and gout of flame appeared in the hand that had been outstretched. Sarah reacted instinctively. At this distance the effort of starving the flames made her wince with pain similar to a brain freeze but it worked. As quickly as the flames had risen they died away.
"She said to leave her alone!" Steadying herself against the wall, Sarah let the vacuum drop away before stepping out of the shadows and towards the trio of women that had briefly been illuminated. Around her, Sarah could feel the air pressure rising, and she made an effort to keep the bubble tucked in close around her body. She didn't want to show her cards to soon. "So how about you two do just that."
Sarah heard the strange standoff before she saw it. Shouting and the sound of shoes pounding against the ground carried at this time of night and was more than enough to grab her attention. Switching off her phone, she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dark before creeping up to the intersection between the road she was on and an alleyway. Peeking around the corner, Sarah was just able to make out a lithe figure come to a limping halt with another two silhouettes close behind.
"I'm not making you do anything! You don't have to follow me, just leave me alone. I'm OK!"
The shout from the figure closest to her made Sarah's heart skip a beat. Whatever was happening wasn't good. At best it was a hissy argument between some friends. At best. Shoveling one last overloaded forkful of kebab meat and chips into her mouth, Sarah chewed furiously as she gently put the box down on the pavement before reaching into one of the back pockets of her jeans. She didn't like relying on a bandana stashed there to conceal her identity, but it was easier to carry around than a full ski mask and that was why she had it. It wasn't as if she had a choice either. Leaving wasn't an option. How could she continue to call herself a vigilante if she did?
Once her impromptu mask was securely covering all of her face below her eyes, Sarah crept into the alleyway. Sticking to the shadows, she moved as close as dared to the group, her eyes straining for more detail as she observed one of the shadowy figures approach the girl with a limp and hold something out to them.
"I said I'M FINE."
This was obviously not what the limping girl's pursuers wanted to hear and gout of flame appeared in the hand that had been outstretched. Sarah reacted instinctively. At this distance the effort of starving the flames made her wince with pain similar to a brain freeze but it worked. As quickly as the flames had risen they died away.
"She said to leave her alone!" Steadying herself against the wall, Sarah let the vacuum drop away before stepping out of the shadows and towards the trio of women that had briefly been illuminated. Around her, Sarah could feel the air pressure rising, and she made an effort to keep the bubble tucked in close around her body. She didn't want to show her cards to soon. "So how about you two do just that."