[hr][h1][i][color=springgreen]Cindy Keagan[/color], & [color=MediumSlateBlue]Lucille Hartigan[/color][/i][/h1][i]Written in collaboration with [b][@Mr Allen J][/b][/i][hr]


Lucille lifted one of the med boxes easily. They were not that heavy but her power helped to carry them from one side to the other. She piled one, two and even three boxes at the same time in her arms leaving it at different tends of the evacuation area. She saw things that make her stomach sick. In one of the tents a person screamed, agonizing while a group of nurses tried to stop the bleeding in the mangled leg. She continued walking, trying to forget the pattern that the blood draw on the floor or even the leg itself. 

Lucy felt a nauseating feeling climbing up the throat. She tried to forget by thinking of good memories. Lie to herself showed up as the best option. Her happy meditation was interrupted by a boy who poked her in the waist; the tearful young kid was looking for his mother. Lucille did not wanted to give false hopes to the boy, the mother would probably be dead. She had to lie. "I think I saw your mommy with those guards," she pointed to the nearest guards and the boy ran holding a teddy bear in his left hand. 

She kept moving toward another tend, gulping down her tears.

The next tent was less daunting. A old woman with a bandaged forehead. A concussion caused when she tried to escape. She kept complaing that in her time there were no such things, people could go outside without worrying about whether they would return or not. She smiled when Lucille handed over a bottle of aspirin. Somehow, the old woman reminded of her mother.

Before Lucy could ask one of the medics, a nurse pointed to one of the tents and gave a slight push in Lucy. It did not take much for her to discover where to go with the last box. In the last tend a nurse was suturing the deep wound in a man's arm. Lucille opened the box and looked for some bandages and handed to the nurse.

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Cindy crossed her arms and leaned up against something behind her - quickly standing up the moment she realized that she was up against one of the cots for the injured. This place had that certain air of death and depression... though, that comes with a city getting attacked by a genocidal Metahuman. Cindy let out a sigh as she crossed her arms. She looked around, and noticed that a great deal of the people here were injured. She wish she could lend a hand, but, ah, there was only so much she could do. With her talents lying in the automotive (and glass) fields rather than medicine like Trevor.

"Alright, ya'll, I think I'm going to get back to healin' people." Trevor put his hands behind his head, pushing out his chest. "See ya'll." He said, only getting a response from Cindy nodding her head, waving.

Trevor broke Cindy out of her reverie. Cindy nodded her head and waved goodbye to him as Trevor went off to go heal other people. Even though he dislikes his power, at least he's putting it to good use. Cindy let out another sigh. Tightening the grip around her chest. She looked around - and at the corner of her eye she spotted Lucille. With Jen and Trevor gone, and the Twins not being that much of a conversation, it's probably better if she has a chit-chat with Lucille. Cindy turned her upper body towards Lucille, before remembering the twins. 

"Heey..." Cindy said, "I'm... going to go get a breath of fresh air, I'll be back in a second."

Waving goodbye to her friends, Cindy walked off towards Lucille. With her hands in the pockets of her pilot's jacket, she strolled over to Lucille. "Hey, Lucy... never got the chance to ask ya...." Cindy scratched the back of her neck, eyes drifting downwards as she felt her afro puffs. "... But how are you holding up in all of this?"

Lucille sighed and looked around unable to tell the truth; she wanted to cry, scream and stay away of this mess. "Not that good," she said, "and it's just going to get worse." She sat in a pile of empty wooden boxes. "How many do you think died today?"

"Well...." Cindy really didn't want to address that question... she knew how grim things were, but it'd help a little bit more if they didn't discuss how many people were lost in this disaster. "I don't know, and I don't wanna know... I'm just... just hopin' that my Dad just ain't one of them." She let out a sigh as she crossed her arms. 

"He'll be okay," Lucy tried to smile but then remembered the child who'll probably never find his mother again. "Have faith."

Sighing again, Cindy closed her eyes for a moment. "... 'Guess you're right." She opened her eyes, and took off her glasses for a moment. Wiping them of rain and dirt. "He would want me to just stay safe... but hey, I got people like Jen, Trevor, Mei... and you, with me. What's the worst that can go wrong with the whole team here?" 

"Trevor being himself?" Lucy laughed at her stupid joke. [i]Which was true[/i].

"Well, yeah..." Cindy shrugged - realizing that Lucy misunderstood what she said. "Kid's a jackass sometimes, yeah... a perv... but,  he's a good kid. And I mean that."

"I just want to help more," Lucille didn't hide her disappointment. "I'm tired of lifting boxes, carry them around the camp only to repeat the same thing." She sighed, "I'll sign for NEST if I survive this shit."

Both hands went to her hips, she then pointed at Lucille, giving her a wry smile. "Well, look at you. Agent... Lucy. Has a bit of a ring to it, y'know?" Cindy said, laughing a bit, probably the only laughter she'll have for a while, actually. "You'll look good in that armor... but, none of that "if I survive this shit" bullshit." Cindy shook her head. "Think like that, and you got no choice [i]but[/i] to die, huh?"

"You sound like my mom." Lucy shrugged. "I'm not going think anymore about this like that, miss Cindy Gabrielle... K-something...  And hopefully tomorrow I'll change my mind about becoming an agent. And I don't like tight clothes." She shivered at the thought.


"Heh." Cindy said. "[i]Keagan.[/i] Last name's [i]Keagan.[/i]" Cindy informed her, raising a finger up into the air. "How come you can remember my [i]middle[/i] name, but not my last?" She asked, arcing her head backwards. Putting an amused face of confusion on. "And... I wouldn't knock "tight clothes" off just yet, heh....."

She blushed at Cindy's reply. "Eh... T-Thanks," she spoke louder than usual. "But I'm not good with names..." [i]Duly noted, miss Keagan[/i], Lucy thought of saying but she would only be more embarrassed. "I wonder what will happen after all this. I think I'll move again." She sighed.


Cindy refrained from pressing on about names. She'd hate to mess with her any more. She shrugged, "Don't know, to tell you the truth," Cindy shrugged. "I think... everyone's going have to find a new place to live. I know Meifeng and Trevor know Black Fall... I don't know about heading there." Cindy shrugged. "Vert's home to me, y'know? Born here. Lived here."

"Must be hard seeing your hometown like this." Lucy said.

"Yeah, but...." Cindy let out a sigh, and tightened her grip around her hips. "I'll get over it. Vert's home, yeah, I ain't gonna beat myself up over a lost cause like this."

Lucille let out a smile and stood up. "That's the spirit!" She said. "Wanna help me with the boxes? There's a lot of helping needed."

Cindy took a step back, her hands went face-high with her fingers spread. "Hey now, I don't got that super strength like you do." She smirked. She took a step or two forward until the distance between herself and Lucille was closed. "You know... it was great talking to you." She put her hand on Lucille's shoulder. "You're a real good friend in all of this."

"You too," Lucille replied with a cheerful smile and then a quick hug.

During the hug, Cindy sighed, "You know... I promise that I'll help everyone get out of this in one piece... Especially you, Lucy." She sombely said - feeling an odd mix of emotions she hasn't experienced before... Cindy put a finger on Lucille's face to guide her towards her - guide them closer. She didn't know what came over her, but she was going to go through with it.

Lucy's heart throbbed as she closed her eyes. The insecurity took over her. Since she had accidentally broken her exgirlfriend arm she hadn't tried to become so close with another girl. Somehow, the scene repeats itself in her mind. The fear of causing another disaster shuffling with her feelings and killing all the butterflies in her stomach. "I--," she reluctantly moved back a little, feeling her heart beating faster. Before she realized she was afraid of hurting Cindy or everyone around, "I-have to go..." She said with hurried steps toward a random direction. She later stoped some tents later to think about what the hell she done. She wished that she didn't had her powers or, at least, she could go back in time and choose to not run away.

"W-wait, I..." Cindy called after Lucille as she ran off. As they distance between them broke, Cindy realized just [i]what[/i] just happened. Did she... did they almost kiss? Oh, Cindy didn't know what came over her just then. Maybe it was just the stress? Cindy started playing with her hands as Lucille walked off, hunching over a bit. She never felt that way about a [i]girl[/i] before... maybe she should just forget about it, lest they make their relationship awkward.

Cindy started looking around, and no one was even around. No one saw them. Good. That'll make this little incident easier on everyone - wait. Cindy's eyes caught sight of someone poking their head from around the corner. She was a white girl with black hair, and sunglasses... that's all Cindy made out, given how little of her she saw. The other reason was that the girl dipped out of the way at the last second.

Ooookay. That was weird. Everything here was weird. The stress was starting to fuck with Cindy. It was all the dead people and pain, yeah. She just needed to get some fresh air. The girl nodded her head before she stepped out of the room, and right into the raging storm going on around them. The rain hit her clothes, but didn't soak her pilot's jacket (Which was more leather than anything). 

[i]I'm going to get out of this alright.[/i]