<strong>Name</strong>: Terra<br/><strong>Location</strong>: School > Outside<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Some random NPCs<br/><hr/><br/>Terra shut her locker, resting her forehead against the cool metal. For such an expensive school, they couldn't maintain good air-conditioning. Well, it was another day down. Another day until graduation and she was "officially" free. She wondered for a moment what she would do with her life. Get a real job? The money she swiped from Deathstroke's accounts wouldn't last forever, eventually it would drain into nothing. There was always offering her services as a "private contract hero"...<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted when a slim young woman with black pigtails leaned into the locker next to her, grinning. "Terra! Another day gone, huh? Hey, wanna head to the mall? There's this great store opening today..."<br/><br/>"Not today Abs, sorry. I just want to head home and get a nice cool shower." Terra said. "Maybe tomorrow, alright?" She smiled slightly, pushing off from the locker. Going to school. Going to the mall. NOT fighting monsters or being forced to help turn the city into a wasteland. It felt... nice, to be normal.<br/><br/>Abby sighed and nodded. She hugged Terra and headed out the door. "Alright, but I'm holding you to that!"<br/><br/>Still smiling slightly, Terra reached down and grabbed her backpack from the ground. As she stood up, she saw her reflection in the locker. Which changed, for a moment, into Deathstroke's masked face.<em>"The call knows where you live Terra, you can't escape it."</em>A shiver ran down her back, and she quickly ran out the door.<br/><br/>"Okay girl, you're just hearing things. And now talking to yourself." Terra said quietly, not stopping. She left the school grounds and turned to head down the road to her apartment. "It's been a while since all of that. If anything was going to happen, it already would have.."