he’s not sure where she came from, and he’s certain there’s a sprain or a fracture in his left ankle, but he’s not about to walk into a clinic given recent history. ❛ ——– no, ❜ he tries to stand up, but there’s fat chance of that happening. he rests on his knee. ❛ i’m okay. — who’re you, anyway ? ❜
The world of New York was different, she knew that much. She had been drafted into an internship, with the promise that it would look great on her resume. Her mother remotely handled a lot of cases for the big businesses, with all the property damage... and the people who ended up injured by the enhanced humans.
“A concerned bystander -- Daria, if you wanna get technical.” Daria shifted, her archaic manila folders with the word redacted printed more times than needed. She watched as he kneeled, like this was a common occurrence. “Am I allowed to know yours, or is that one of those, I’ll have to kill you if you find out things.”