On The Prowl [closed to Daimon Hellstrom]
Near the entrance to Hydroponics - she had actually never ventured deeply into it - Patsy Walker sat and concentrated on a single, pale yellow flower on a bush. It wasn't a flower she could identify, but it was pretty, and Patsy figured that this was a good flower to practice her fledgling telekinesis powers on. She narrowed her eyes, wishing that this was the sort of thing that she could have practiced in GLaDOS, instead of the stuff that GLaDOS had her doing. The flower budged, just a little bit, and then stopped. Patsy growled. She really had run out of practice since the time she'd been here.
Mostly because I've been busy doing other things, she thought to herself. Other things, beyond the whole GLaDOS thing, namely meant one Daimon Hellstrom. Who I haven't seen since we did... that...some time ago. Gotta fix that.
She sighed, stood up, and ran a quick hand through her long, red hair. She stretched, plucked the flower from its stem, and tucked it behind her ear. She'd fiddle with that later. For now, she was going to go hunt down Daimon.
Mostly because I've been busy doing other things, she thought to herself. Other things, beyond the whole GLaDOS thing, namely meant one Daimon Hellstrom. Who I haven't seen since we did... that...some time ago. Gotta fix that.
She sighed, stood up, and ran a quick hand through her long, red hair. She stretched, plucked the flower from its stem, and tucked it behind her ear. She'd fiddle with that later. For now, she was going to go hunt down Daimon.