Universe: Normal Rift
Time: Mid-afternoon
Place: Grant Park
Characters: Kelly Peyton
When she feels herself falling to the ground, she assumes that she's just being tossed to the side. But when the light assaults her eyes, she realizes that she is not in some torture cell. Was she drugged and tossed? It's the only logical explanation, but she can't figure out why for the life of her they would toss her in Chicago. Because this is definitely Chicago. Grant Park, if she remembers correctly. Although, she doesn't remember it being this big.
But, momentary confusion aside, she needs to establish contact. Patting herself down, she curses. No cell phone. Not even a knife. Not even change for a pay phone. Which she'll need. She has all of the protocols memorized, but something like fifty cents is keeping her back. She tosses her head to the side, straightening her hair.
It would help if she didn't look like she was just being interrogated if she wants to extort change off of someone.