<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/IW001.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Now London<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Ya know before all of this, she wasn’t really aware of Deadpool. She didn’t really know who he was. Oh she knew he was sort of a mercenary or something, but it didn’t extend to much beyond that. But since everything started to go to hell.. well she’s made a decision.<br/><br/>She really fuc- fudging hates Deadpool.<br/><br/>She had thought they as a group were going to New York, after evading the forces of Apocalypse. But… well this isn’t New York, is it? No, it is not. From what she’s been able to gather, and from memory, she’s in London, she suspects. She’s been here many times before, of course. But that was when London was actually still standing and all. And now like Buenos Aires… like a lot of the world she suspects… London is in ruins. She has been separated from the others… she emerged from teleportation alone. So she has no idea where Jen is. How she wishes she were here. She needs someone now.<br/><br/>She had gotten some rest, but sleep would not come. She did try, but it just wasn’t happening. Because everytime she closes her eyes, she sees her babies being murdered. She hears their voices calling to her. And every time she does, she just wants to die. Literally.<br/><br/>Her life has been torn asunder, but she knows she has to keep going. That’s how it is.<br/><br/>She emerged in some kind of park, it sort of kind of reminded her of Central Park. Which is where she actually thought/hoped she was. But no go. She’s sure it was actually very beautiful, before all of this mess started. So she headed in a northerly direction, hoping to find something of use. Maybe people, or anything. But this area is like a ghost town. She hasn’t seen anyone, not even the enemy forces. And if they are about, they haven’t seen her either. Since she got some rest, she’s able to use her powers more completely, and that means remaining invisible for as long as possible while she traverses the streets. She was able to find some newspapers, that’s kind of how she determined in what city and country she was in. And now she has to get herself ready for the long…. Long… road ahead.<br/><br/>“Sorry to whoever owns this place, but I’m kind of in need.”   She whispers in something of a desperate tone as she makes her way through the little store she came across. The front of the store had already been devastated, and in such a way she thinks it was looters and not the enemy forces. So she slipped inside of the store, carefully going through the front broken out window. It’s a little clothing store, which is fortunate for her. She can only fight in a dress for so long. And this one has had its day. After almost 20 minutes of looking through what is offered (even in times like this she loves looking for clothes), she finds some clothes that should work for her. She gathers about 3 outfits, along with new panties, bras and socks. Holding the bundles of clothing in her arms, she moves towards the back of the store. She keeps herself aware of the storefront, and everything around her. Never know who’s creeping. Getting to the back of the store, she slips the dress off hurredly, needing to be rid of it. She then sheds her bra and panties, and she slips the new ones on. Feels good to have some clean clothes on. She had gotten herself cleaned up a little before she left the park, but a nice long hot bath would be so heavenly right now. But, well it’s just not in the cards. Now she leans down and reaches into her backpack. From it she pulls her Fantastic Four uniform. With a sigh she stares at it, and she feels tears rimming her eyes. This is about all she has left of her family right now. Closing her eyes tightly she hugs the uniform to herself for a few moments, and then slips it on.<br/><br/>Susan then stuffs the rest of the clothes into her backpack, after folding them neatly of course. Slinging the backpack onto her back, she spies a gas station across the street. Okay, that she can use. Once more her body fades from sight as she slips out of the store, and across the street to the gas station. Like the clothing store, it was in shambles. But should still have what she requires. She moves quickly through the isles of the small gas station, until she spots what she needs. A small notepad and a pen. She swipes them off of the shelf, and they turn invisible as she grasps them. Then a fresh bottle of water, which she slips into her backpack.  Moving towards the front of the gas station she grasps a folded up map and tucks it into her backpack. She then opens the pen and writes down something on the notepad.<br/><strong><em>‘I owe you for one pen, notepad, a map and bottle of water. Please send bill to Four Freedoms Plaza, c/o Susan Richards. I’m sorry I had to take them. Sincerely, Susan Richards.’ </em></strong><br/><br/>She nods and sets the note on the counter in the front of the store, putting a bubble gum display on it’s corner, so it wouldn’t go anywhere. She nods in satisfaction, and now jogs across the street to the clothing store. Once more she jots down a note on her notepad.<br/><strong><em>‘To whom it may concern. I took 3 pairs of jeans, 3 shirts, 2 jackets, 4 pairs of panties and 4 bras. Also 5 pairs of socks. Please send the bill to Four Freedoms Plaza, care of Susan Richards. I’m very sorry I couldn’t catch you here to pay you. I hope you are alright. By the way, I love your store, there's so many cute outfits. I’ll be shopping here a lot. I’ll have money next time though! Sincerely, Susan Richards’</em></strong><br/><br/>She looks over the note and nods in satisfaction, a small smile on her lips. She sets it on the counter, putting a pair of sunglasses on top of it so it doesn’t go anywhere. Now tucking the notepad and pen into one of her pockets, she moves from the store once more. She starts to walk north once more, keeping off of the main streets as much as possible. She’s walked for 15 or so minutes, and that’s when she pulls her communicator out of her back pocket. Might as well give it a try. Speaking into it, she opens a channel to.. well anyone. The only ones who should be able to pick up the signal is anyone with a Fantastic Four communicator, or an Avengers communicator.<br/><br/>“Is anyone picking me up? This is Susan Richards.. I’m somewhere in London…”    she glances to her right as she continues to speak into the communicator.    “I think I’m following the Thames.”   Making note of the vast river that has been on her right for most of the walk.   “Is there anybody out there?”   Her voice is on the verge of desperate… which is exactly what she feels at this moment.<br/>