<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rEQebvr.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>"Cali"<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 May 2019 - Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>CADMUS Cloning Facility<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Rolling Stones T-Shirt, Jeans<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lex Luthor<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Stockholm Syndrome<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ever since the accident she was stuck in this apartment that her uncle Lex Luthor had made for her.  It was nice having a rich family member to look after you, especially given her weird health requirements.  Luckily the doctors were nice and Lex was able to visit from time to time, and ensured that she was able to basically live as "normal" a life as she could.  Some days were easier than others, this was one of the easier ones luckily.  She was sitting by one of the false windows which was really just a looped video of a pre-recorded scene in some city somewhere.  She imagined it might have been Metropolis, but really it didn't seem to make any difference in the end.  The apartment was fully furnished, so she was able to basically take care of herself as much as she could.  They brought in food for her occasionally and she was able to cook for herself in a small kitchenette that she had.  A lot of her time was spent listening to music.  She had a deep love of rock and roll which was evidenced by the music paraphernalia that was liberally strewn around the apartment.  She played guitar a bit, which was what she was presently doing.  The electric guitar rested in her lap as she strummed away at it, the output fed to a pair of headphones that kept most of the rest of the silence of the apartment at bay.  So she played a mellow tune as she looked out at the false sky through the false window.<br/><br/>While the scenes through the windows were fake, she still had pictures of various locations around the world strewn through the apartment.  Large posters of pictures of the mountains, smaller picture frames with images of oceans or forests.  They made the place a little less dreary.  She had asked for a camera of her own, which she'd practiced with from time to time.  She anticipated going around and saving pictures of everything once she was finally able to leave.  She was getting better, or so they said, it seemed like she was going to be able to go back outside again sometime soon.  That was at least the sense of what she was getting from everyone else.  The weird red-lit tanning booth that she had to sit in from time to time had also no longer been needed.  She didn't really understand the science behind it, but there was something about her skin synthesizing some kind of nutrient from the special light or something.  They said it was good for her, so she didn't bother to question it.  Eventually it would all be over after all.  Right?<br/><br/>The apartment was mostly a mess, even though people visited from time to time, she didn't really take too much care to clean up after herself.  Maybe it was laziness, or maybe she just didn't feel the motivation for it.  Either way, the entrance way into the apartment from the controlled facility was likely the cleanest part of the apartment, her bedroom was, of course, the messiest.  No one usually ever went back there except for her though.<br/><br/>She didn't immediately notice the knock, but her eyes caught the motion of the door opening.  When she saw who it was she smiled and hopped up out of the chair by the window.  She popped the jack out of the guitar and set the guitar on a small stand nearby before pulling off the headphones and making a few barefooted, hopping steps over to the door.  She'd felt so much more energetic lately, maybe that was why she was in such a better mood these days.<br/><br/>"Uncle Lex!" she hollered her greeting as she crossed the threshold of the living room to the door.  She reached around him and gave him a hug after he finally got inside, "it's good to see you!  What brings you here today?  Do you want a snack?<br/>Or something to drink?"  She didn't have any alcohol of course, mostly she just drank water or juice, her diet was controlled rather efficiently that way.  She turned to head over towards the kitchen, which was only divided from the living room area by a jutting countertop.<br/><br/>"The doctors say 'you're progressing very nicely'," she added as she went, "that's probably the nicest thing any of them have ever said to me before," she laughed lightly at that.