<strong>Character Name</strong>: Emerald<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Small Barge along the Thames.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrew White<br/><br/>Few folk knew of her.. talent. Her father, a handful of very well paid medical professionals who had been well paid for their silence, a few detectives that were sure she'd been working through a psychotic break and her father and his solicitor.<br/><br/>"I.. dislike reading things that look like they bear the imprinter of violence." She said as she started peeling off the long gloves she wore. "Why don't you come in.." She left her lack of his name hanging as she put the gloves down. "Also, I am taking several very potent anti-psychotic drugs with the knack to interfer with my talent. I was planning on going out today, I don't typically plan on reading when I go out. Do not put it on anything here, I dislike cleansing the barge from stray imprints."<br/><br/>She sat down, took a long drawn out breath and held out her hand. Taking it in her hand and opening her power to it, betting that she would be throwing up very soon.