Wednesday
1:00PM
Somewhere in Maine
Tereska rolled out of bed and rubbed her eyes as her phone kept beeping. Not last night had she gotten settled in the stolen apartment and already people were bothering her. What little friends she had would have known not to text her at this time unless it was an emergency, she was a girl who liked a long lie in.
She ran a hand through her long black hair and looked at the text. A badly worded mess of jumbled letters informed her that someone did, in fact, know her secret identity and wanted them to meet up with various other villains to make up a sort of team to do whoever sent the text's bidding. She sighed, she hated being ordered around, but she couldn't risk someone coming to clip her wings. She grabbed a rucksack and began packing, it would be a long flight.
Thursday
8:05 PM
Tereska made her way towards the small group forming outside of the warehouse. She wasn't in her harpy form, to her a secret identity among these people was just as useful as it was to whoever sent the text. Her long dark hair was tied into messy pigtails, with hair still falling over he face at the front. She wore denim shorts, and a pair of slightly tattered tights on top of a pair of boots. A harrington jacket partially covered a T-shirt bearing the faces and name of the popular English band 'The Cure'. Black eyeshadow added to the generally tryhard 'edgy' look she had inadvertently went for. On her arm she had slung a black sports bag, in case she had to transform at any point.
"Hello, I am Harpy." She spoke, joining the group. "Did you all get contacted by whoeve-" She was cut herself off from finishing her sentence when she noticed the small, naked child standing next to her. "Is there a reason why you're naked?"