[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: New Orleans
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Under no circumstances did Leah feel particularly obligated to represent a school. She had always been of the “Nothing to prove” mentality. And even then, it was rich coming from Vision, who was announcing some guy’s death to a bunch of kids in a hotel lobby. He didn’t even have the excuse that he was a machine. [i]Vicky[/i] wouldn’t have done this… Well, probably not. Honestly, she’d probably call bullshit on it too, if Leah had to guess. Or she’d look into it and drag Leah along.

[color=ffcb00]”Fine.”[/color] She wasn’t in the mood to sit here and bitch about it. It just seemed [i]very[/i] unlikely that a literal time traveler conveniently died after doing nothing when they were all saved with time travel. Apparently there were inter-dimensional laws about that, which he enforced. But sure, he just had a heart attack. [i]Sure.[/i]

April wasn’t doing so okay about it, though.

[color=ffcb00]”…I’ll be back,”[/color] She told Sabine. [color=ffcb00]”I don’t like her being alone when she’s like that.”[/color] Leah brushed her hand against Sabine’s, afraid to do something like squeeze it the way she was, lest she hurt Sabine. And then she turned and walked off to follow after April.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, as Leah tapped it with her hand.

[color=ffcb00]”Hey. April. It’s me.”[/color]

It was at that moment that Leah realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she could say to April through the door, to make this better. Obviously, she wanted to say [i]something,[/i] but she never felt able to relate to the feeling of grief. Even when her mother had been shot, Leah didn’t get the time to really feel anything about that. She didn’t know how to picture what April was feeling in an empathetic way.

[color=ffcb00]”It’s not great. People die all the time, that’s what everyone tells you when you’re dealing with it. But it doesn’t make it easier… It’s not supposed to be easy.”[/color] Death sucked. It sucked watching good people die, it sucked when good people risked their lives to ensure bad people died. Leah wasn’t very familiar with Nemo, but at least he wasn’t a shitty person.

She fumbled for a second.

[color=ffcb00]”And- And it’s harder when it’s someone like us. Superheroes. People think we’re invincible, we treat each other like it, and then… They die,”[/color] She continued. [color=ffcb00]”But it’ll be okay. Eventually. It’s going to be different without him, but it’s going be okay. And while it’s [i]not[/i] okay, I’ll be here, alright? You can scream if it makes you feel better, and I’ll sit right here. And you can talk to me about it, and I won’t walk away.”[/color]

It made Leah feel like a real hypocrite saying that. [color=ffcb00]”I’m still here, nothing’s changed.”[/color]