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[angela_edmunds]

Angela Edmunds, aged seventeen, was heading out to a modeling shoot. She was sort of tired of them now and it took away from her surfing too much. And she did not want to do competitions and she didn’t feel like studying

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[lastblackhawk]

It may or may not reassure her when the silence of the dead land is split by a jet roaring overhead, only to vanish into the distance without apparently noticing her.

But Oracle's scanners are always on, and people -- especially alone, especially near LA -- are always being scanned for. It's only a few minutes later that the plane returns, at a much lower altitude, and helps itself to the long bare stretch of the highway for an expert landing.

[lastblackhawk]

Zinda nods, offering her a bottle without hesitation. "Don't mean you couldn't use a drink, getting chucked into a new world like that. Least I came through with the Skip and Dinah."

[angela_edmunds]

Angela takes the beer and opens it, taking a long drink. "Thank you." She rubs her eyes. "Have you been here long?"

[lastblackhawk]

"Couple months now," Zinda says, frowning. "And there's folk here been here up to a year. Nobody's found a way out, not that we know of."

[angela_edmunds]

Angela nods. "I met this...bunny. And he said there were monsters."

[lastblackhawk]

"Yeah." Zinda hits a few dials and swings around on her seat to look over at Angela, cheerful. "All over. But this world seems t'know what it's doin' -- a helluva lot've the flashes-in are warriors, fighters, all that. And there's us. There's good folk too."

[angela_edmunds]

"Good. I've...I've been other places before where I have been pulled from my rightful place, but...I was able to leave before. And go home." She takes another sip of beer.

"But there are good people? I can fight some, and I can shoot, if I have a gun, but..." just about now, she feels like she just wants her Mom.

[lastblackhawk]

Zinda nods.

"We're all workin' together. People finding people they missed. There's one girl at the farm who's dead where I came from -- she's alive here, came in from another version of the world. Things ain't all bad -- you never know who you'll find or where." She leans over to pat Angela's knee, with a comfortable lack of any respect for personal space.

"I'm taking you there, I reckon. The farm. The ref camps in Metropolis are good, but Dinah's running fighting classes at the farm, and if you wanna help build the new world insteada just camp out in the ruins of the old one, I reckon you'll fit in better in Smallville."

[angela_edmunds]

She doesn't mind. At least there's human contact. Angela mostly hates being alone.

"I think that'll be best. I don't want to just sit around...I mean...I'm going to be missing my family enough without having a bunch of idle time to think about it."

[lastblackhawk]

Zinda nods, grinning. "Attagirl. There's plenty t'do at the farm. Say -- you're not freaked out by people with powers, right? Superhumans, metas, firebenders, all that?"

[angela_edmunds]

She shakes her head. "No...heck, you should see what the alternate version of my mother can do." She grins, the first real smile since she came here.

"I'm ordinary, though. Just plain old me. I'll work hard, though."

[lastblackhawk]

"You'll be all right," Zinda tells her, confidently. She grins.

"Once you get some more food into you, anyway. Go on, I'll restock once we get to the farm anyway. Claire's cupcakes are worth killin' for."

[angela_edmunds]

She grins back. "All right."

She goes to get one, feeling a lot more relaxed. The full meaning of being here hasn't really hit yet, and she's not looking forward to when it does.