<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">Interest thread</span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195061.0)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">OOC</span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=196018.0)</div><em>World War III had come and claimed the lives of many and these past three years have evened out into what was supposed to be normal. But it's not what it used to be. The "super" heroes have dwindled in numbers. It has been more than seven years since the last known person to awaken to super human abilities had revealed themselves. The rise of the mutants was thought to be a new awakening of human evolution that was here to stay, but it ended up being only a flash in the pan. It's a strange thing for the inhabitants of today to look back and think that only a mere decade ago, humans with extraordinary abilities were starting to become so commonplace that they'd hardly blink an eye at the thought of another one coming to view and now it definitely catches their attention when one comes on the news... though with the rise of crime across America and the loss of potency that the few left seem to be experiencing, it is usually bad news.</em><br/><br/><strong>Charlier/Jade Spider</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=196015.msg9532720#msg9532720)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>taking a cab from LaGuardia Airport<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>As Charlier walked down the corridor to the join one of the main floors at LaGuardia International, her ears had to become accustomed to a torrent of sound. Traffic in the midwest was never quite this hectic. It was easy to forget that things were so much more busy in New York than they were even in Chicago. She had the look of a timid tourist as she stepped out into the light, dragging a modest wheeled suitcase behind her. Her shoulders drooped some under a heavily loaded backpack that sported vintage My Little Pony faces from back in 2013. If anyone stopped and stared at her childish accessory - or her stoplight-red dreadlocks - she didn't notice. It wasn't a part of her nature to give a single<del>fuck</del>if she was being judged.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the good folks that designed the busy transportation hub had placed information desks and large maps in strategic areas. She paused and stared at a map of the immediate area. Even the airport alone was big enough to make a comparison with the small Wisconsin town she had lived in with her parents and though she liked big cities, this was only her second time in the "Big Apple" and she wasn't looking forward to the headaches and confusing of getting lost that was likely to come. That day, there wasn't much she had to do. Some disorientation was expected, so Charlier had only planned to check into a hotel. She knew her way around the internet as much as the next guy so had managed to find something nearby for less than $150. From what she knew, this was quite a score. Queens also had an Eagle Rider location where she could look into renting a motorcycle for the time being, though it would have to be something she only rode in her down time.<br/><br/>Charlier wrinkled her aquiline nose as she went for the main exit on this level. She knew from a previous and disastrous trip with her mother that taxis would be waiting outside. Indeed, they seemed to swarm any large transport hub like flies, waiting to feed on fresh, oblivious jet-setting meat. She sighed, remembering stepping out of the Greyhound terminal so many years ago and getting blasted in the face with bright lights and screens bigger than her apartment. Here, it was only an oceanic spread of parking lots, though an inlet of the waters of the Atlantic could be seen not too far off as well.<br/><br/>She felt like a lost child and she hated that. Back home she was every bit the confident hero and her purpose for arriving here was to continue on in her work so why did it feel so empty? She chalked it up to a nervous cocktail with a bit of homesickness mixed in and hailed herself a cab.