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[savemesaveworld]

The awful events of Halloween night haven't changed the entirety of the island. As much as the murder and mayhem may have affected the residents, outside the hotel, the weather's still clement and balmy and the air's quiet.

Or at least it is until the silence is shattered by a gunshot.

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[notbirdnorplane]

A gunshot will bring a dude with superhearing running, especially what with what's been going on lately. Or, not running, in this instance, so much as flying.

Superman will touch down next to Claire in a blur and survey the... blood but... no wound.

"Miss? ... What happened? Are you all right?"

[savemesaveworld]

Of all the things she expected to see here, that wasn't it. Claire jumps back with a gasp, clasping her hands over her chest. "I'm fine, I promise," she says, taking a step away from him and into the hotel. Maybe if she looks, she can find a replacement shirt.

[notbirdnorplane]

He'll follow her. "You're sure you're all right?"

[savemesaveworld]

"I'm sure," she says. "Just...uh, just a nosebleed." Claire flashes him a smile she hopes is cute enough to be disarming and wipes at her face.

[notavillain]

Warren stares. Camcorder, blood everywhere, a brief flash of something metal, all around a blond girl about his own age who he'd probably have mentally tagged as a Gwen Stacy type (though hopefully without the psychotic alter-ego were it not for, you know, the blood all over her chest. Then again, maybe that just made the comparison more apt. Either way he keeps a slight distance for the moment. "...You okay?"

[savemesaveworld]

Oh, great-- if her experiences with her boyfriend have taught her anything, it's that teenage boys ask a lot of questions when you start healing in front of them. (Sure, the risk could probably be minimized by not doing things like cutting off her toes or shooting herself in the chest, but where's the value in that?)

"Yeah, I'm okay." She briefly considers turning her shirt around so at least the bloodstain is on the back, but crossing her arms will have to do. "Kind of surprised. Where are we?"

[notavillain]

Well, considering that the teenage boy in question can burst into flames at will she might be surprised. He gives her a skeptical look. "A hotel, in the middle of nowhere." After a pause he gestures back at the building. "Look, if you need some bandages or something, they've got some inside..."

[savemesaveworld]

Point taken. Pot, meet kettle. "What?" she asks, in response to the first part. "Really, I'm okay. I'm not hurt, see?" She moves her arms aside to show him.

[misssweetcorn]

And of course, a gunshot will bring the other person with superhearing in the immediate vicinity. Sure, she's not as flashy as her cousin is at the moment, but she is there, looking around a little worriedly.

"What happened? Are you okay, miss?"

[savemesaveworld]

Was everyone here this mind-bogglingly nice? "Yeah," she repeats with a sigh. "Film project gone wrong." It worked with Warren anyway. "Hi, I'm Claire."

[misssweetcorn]

Usually it's just the Kent cousins, Claire, don't worry. "Oh, okay." She offers a hand and smiles some. "I'm Kara."

[savemesaveworld]

"Nice to meet you. So you're stuck here too, huh?"