here's TJ (active/open)
Characters: Tj Wagner, whoever else
Content: TJ arrives in Manhattan and is less than pleased to find her powers aren't quite what they used to be
Location: Times Square
Time of day: midday
Warnings: n/a
TJ awoke with a groan, rubbing gently at the back of her head which was quite sore. She must have whacked it when she hit the ground, she figured.
Wait a minute…what was she doing on the ground?
Suddenly much more aware of her situation, TJ quickly jumped to her feet, taking only a second to be pleased with how well she stuck the landing- her right leg was really getting back to its old strength again now. Back on her guard she realized her surroundings were not entirely unfamiliar to her-what was left of the once vibrant billboards and signs indicated she was in Times Square, or at least, a version of Times Square-but to say that the place was in tough shape would have been an incredible understatement. It was in shambles.
“What happened to this place?”
The situation had the Exiles written all over it. But she hadn’t been with the Exiles for months, and the old days of the “timebroker” and being unwilling thrust into these ruined worlds were over. Her friends would never just drop her into this place without any sort of warning, especially since they didn’t know how well her recovery had been going recently.
But how else did she get here? She’d been with Blink and John and now…she was here. Alone. No Blink or John in sight. Nor any of the other Exiles. Not to mention that something felt different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something inside of her just felt off.
With a sinking feeling, she thought of her powers. Seeing that there was no one else around she could accidently hit, she tried to fire off one of her hex bolts, to find that it resulted that nothing more than a few red sparks issuing pathetically from her hand.
She was finally reaching a full recovery from her stroke. She had all of her strength back, her coordination. Nothing more than forgetting a word here or there. She was just finally feeling like herself again, and now her powers were virtually gone.
“Why is this happening to me?!” She wanted to scream, but tried to keep her voice as low as she could, wary of attracting the attention of whatever is was that had destroyed this world.
That was what she needed to focus on now, she thought. Find out what happened here. And why she was here, to find the exiles if they were in fact here. She had to keep herself from getting down about her powers now, when she was alone and vulnerable enough as it was, and unsure of what she was up against. And so she needed to stay focused.
But it would be easier said than done, she knew.
Content: TJ arrives in Manhattan and is less than pleased to find her powers aren't quite what they used to be
Location: Times Square
Time of day: midday
Warnings: n/a
TJ awoke with a groan, rubbing gently at the back of her head which was quite sore. She must have whacked it when she hit the ground, she figured.
Wait a minute…what was she doing on the ground?
Suddenly much more aware of her situation, TJ quickly jumped to her feet, taking only a second to be pleased with how well she stuck the landing- her right leg was really getting back to its old strength again now. Back on her guard she realized her surroundings were not entirely unfamiliar to her-what was left of the once vibrant billboards and signs indicated she was in Times Square, or at least, a version of Times Square-but to say that the place was in tough shape would have been an incredible understatement. It was in shambles.
“What happened to this place?”
The situation had the Exiles written all over it. But she hadn’t been with the Exiles for months, and the old days of the “timebroker” and being unwilling thrust into these ruined worlds were over. Her friends would never just drop her into this place without any sort of warning, especially since they didn’t know how well her recovery had been going recently.
But how else did she get here? She’d been with Blink and John and now…she was here. Alone. No Blink or John in sight. Nor any of the other Exiles. Not to mention that something felt different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something inside of her just felt off.
With a sinking feeling, she thought of her powers. Seeing that there was no one else around she could accidently hit, she tried to fire off one of her hex bolts, to find that it resulted that nothing more than a few red sparks issuing pathetically from her hand.
She was finally reaching a full recovery from her stroke. She had all of her strength back, her coordination. Nothing more than forgetting a word here or there. She was just finally feeling like herself again, and now her powers were virtually gone.
“Why is this happening to me?!” She wanted to scream, but tried to keep her voice as low as she could, wary of attracting the attention of whatever is was that had destroyed this world.
That was what she needed to focus on now, she thought. Find out what happened here. And why she was here, to find the exiles if they were in fact here. She had to keep herself from getting down about her powers now, when she was alone and vulnerable enough as it was, and unsure of what she was up against. And so she needed to stay focused.
But it would be easier said than done, she knew.