<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.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>   Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/>How long has she been walking in this jungle? How long have the bugs been nibbling at her? How long has she been sweating her own body weight? How long has it been since her world was destroyed? She can’t really answer those questions. Things have been nothing more than a confusing blur to her. All she knows is moving. Moving away from Buenos Aires, away from all of the death that now resides there. She has to keep herself alive, to get to safety. To get to her family. The rest of her family.<br/><br/>She moves through the jungle slowly, carefully. She doesn’t even know where she is anymore. Her dark colored top clings to her body uncomfortably, her jeans now having a few tears in them. She’s managed to keep her tail in a ponytail, her hair off of her face. And her hands, they are wrapped around the straps of the backpack she wears. Nothing fancy, just a dark colored backpack that she sometimes uses to carry her laptop around. She could levitate herself above the canopy of the jungle, move along much easier. But to do so would risk herself even more, maybe exposing her position to the death squads. That’s what she has come to call the small groups of armored beings who have been snatching up people. Everyone. She’s avoided them easily thus far. When they are close, she simply disappears from sight. And she is safe.<br/><br/>She hasn’t been able to recognize any of those who she has seen fighting. It’s some kind of army.. but how could it strike so succinctly? Just… burn Buenos Aires to the ground. She also wonders if that light armor they wear is some kind of Stark tech. She’s ran into that sort of thing before. But she can’t be sure.<br/><br/>As she moves along a barely there path in the jungle, she tucks her hand into her front pocket, pulling out a small communicator. She flicks it on as she frowns, and she speaks into it, into the static.   “Invisible Woman online… is there anybody out there? Reed? Johnny? Ben?”   the only response she gets is a quiet static. She shakes her head in frustration and she tries to change frequencies.   “Is anyone picking this up?”   She listens once more, and she then sighs in a defeated tone, switching it off. Once more she tucks it into her  pocket, and her pace comes to a stop. Her eyes scan the green lush world around her, and she decides she needs to rest for a moment.<br/><br/>Her shoulders roll, and she shrugs her backpack off. Setting it down, she leans up against a very large tree. She then slides down the side of the tree, feeling the bark grip and lightly tug at her clothes and skin. She slumps down at the base of the tree, scanning the area carefully as she draws her knees up. She holds her backpack close to her between her drawn up knees, her head resting against the tree.  “Stay focused Sue.”   She murmurs to herself as she sits there, keeping her mind on the task at hand as best she can. Keep her mind on getting out of this jungle, finding civilization that isn’t burning to the ground. Keeping her mind off the fate of her children. Yeah, good luck with that last one.<br/><br/>She simply can not help herself. The mere thought of children brings a deluge of awful emotions, of things she doesn’t want in her mind or heart. Her eyes close tight as he face reddens, her hands coming up to her face. Huddling closer to the tree, she starts to cry silently. It’s all she can do to not scream in rage, in utter fear. The heels of her sneakers dig into the dirt at her feet as she tries to control herself. Sue then slams her head back against the tree as she cries softly, her head remaining tilted back. Her chest heaves as she breathes deeply, painfully. How badly she just wants to give up. But she can’t.<br/><br/>She remains just sitting there for almost an hour. Though she has no idea it’s been an hour. All she knows is that now she needs to get moving again. Sue draws in a deep breath, and with a soft grunt she pushes herself slowly to her feet. She closes her eyes tight to get her bearings, her hand planted still against the side of the tree. Once more she wipes at her eyes with her clenched fist, and then she scoops up her backpack. In one smooth motion she slings it onto her back… and once more she is in motion. On the move, hopefully to find someone… anyone..<br/><br/>