Short, brunette, sitting by the door. No one here by that description yet.
Elle took a few chicken strips and some soup, and made her way to the table by the door to the courtyard. She hated this, eating meals in a noisy crowded room, like she was a high school kid or a pig feeding at a trough. She was so much better than this, than all these people who thought they were special just because they had powers.
This was wrong. She shouldn't be here. Feeling restless and miserable, Elle tried to generate electricity, and couldn't, so she stood up, then realized there was no point in that so she sat back down again. God, she hated it here!
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Elle took a few chicken strips and some soup, and made her way to the table by the door to the courtyard. She hated this, eating meals in a noisy crowded room, like she was a high school kid or a pig feeding at a trough. She was so much better than this, than all these people who thought they were special just because they had powers.
This was wrong. She shouldn't be here. Feeling restless and miserable, Elle tried to generate electricity, and couldn't, so she stood up, then realized there was no point in that so she sat back down again. God, she hated it here!
[for Peter Parker]