Little Italy

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

I'm feeling a lot better now, just a little stuffy, so it's business as usual

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Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location: the Streets of Centerville; Kinko's is Popular This Time of Night
Possible Interactions: @KaijuBaragon @GingerBoi123

Dinah took the stairs to the first floor and pushed wide the front doors as she headed down the steps of the main building. She was still unclear as to what had just happened, she just knew she needed to get home, party or no party. She tucked her hands in her pockets as she headed toward the bus stop. Normally she would just walk back, but as it was dark and she was alone, it was probably better to take public transport. She sat down on the bench and rested her hands on her lap, refraining from twiddling with her phone in order to keep her wits about her. The city at night could be unforgiving.

She waited for what seemed like forever (in reality maybe five minutes), and checking the time, she found that much to her dismay, the buses had stopped running by this hour. Great. Muttering darkly, she stood once more and started walking down the empty sidewalk, gloved hands stuffed in the pocket of her light grey hoodie. She was capable of taking care of herself, but there was no way she was going to use her powers to do it. Although, once she had been accosted by some mugger with a knife, and in an attempt to make him leave, had turned a tissue in her purse to gold and gave it to him. No doubt he was disappointed later when he discovered it was a snot rag and not, in fact, a sheet of pure gold. Other than that, she found no real use for her power. Heaven knew she would never use it on a living person, and that would be the only real way to stop someone. No, there were plenty of superhumans in the city without her jumping into the fray.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. An eventful night indeed. She had just turned the corner in time to see two figures suddenly appear in the middle of the street, where they certainly had not been before, then dart off into the night. Moments later, a man (at least she assumed it was judging by the height), stepped out of a store front and hurried across the street, disappearing into the building the shots had come from.

Once again she froze, unsure of how to proceed. This was her usual route home, the one that was best lit and, up until now, seemed to have the least amount of danger. First her panic attack (that's what she was calling it) at the school, now she had stumbled onto a gunfight? This really was her lucky night. Although, she though to herself, blue eyes scanning the scene, someone could be in serious trouble. She could call for help, but it may be too late by the time anyone got here. However, if she did discover a dire situation, what could she do?

"I'm going to get myself killed," she mumbled to herself with a shake of her head, slipping to the side of the street that the shots had been fired from and sticking close to the sides of the building, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly as she made her way to the door that the tall man had disappeared into. It was lightly ajar, but the lights were off and there appeared to be no one inside. She sucked in a breath before pulling her hood over her blonde hair and stepping inside, pausing as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She could see closed doors to her right, and a set of stairs on the left. Judging from the barely audible shuffling coming from above her, she took her chance with the stairs, remaining as quiet as humanly possible as she crept upward.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Yeah I canceled D&D tonight cause there was no way that was happening XDDD

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

I get off march 16th, so not too much longer

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

I've been out of commission all weekend this is not healthy. I need a really long vacation

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

S'all good, I think it's stress induced honestly

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location: Centerville Community College, hallway

At first, nothing seemed to happen. The figure turned its head to stare at her, though she couldn't make out a face in the half-light. All at once, Dinah felt hazy, the kind of fog you feel after a bad trip or intense high. She forgot what she had been doing, or why she was here. She had been standing there for seconds, no hours? Minutes. Maybe she should go-

A sudden stabbing pain flashed through her brain, her vision going red as she let out a yelp of surprise and hurt, knees buckling as she dropped to the floor clutching her head, the water bottle in her hand clattering to the floor and liquid spilling out onto the tile. She squeezed her eyes shut, palms covering her face as she struggled to recover. The pain reminded her of something she had long since forgotten, from a time long since past. She had forgotten all about the person by the door, but now she was confronting a whole new set of problems. She had felt something like this before, when she was a child strapped to a metal chair, wires and bright lights everywhere.

She wasn't sure how long she knelt there before the black spots in her vision started to clear and she recovered control of her limbs. She exhaled sharply and shook her head as her eyes fluttered open once more to see an empty hall before her. What the hell was that? She thought, slowly picking up the water bottle and using the fountain to help haul herself to her feet. She had had panic attacks in the past, not so much anymore, but certainly never like this. She looked down at the dark glove on her free hand, fingers slowly closing into a fist as she regained her composure, taking one last look down the hall. Empty. Maybe she was just seeing things, the ambience had set her off.

She hesitated before turning and hurrying back to the library. Man, this place was creepy when it was empty. Garry was still vacuuming, so she simply gathered her things off the table and stuffed it all into her backpack. That was enough for one night, she could finish the paper somewhere else. She shouldered her belongings and hurried back out into the hallway.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Sadly. I haven't thrown up in years but here we are -___-

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Still kinda crappy. I think I've got the flu -.-

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

So how are you today?