<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Lightning.3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>One or the other: check the pics<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>3:30 A.M.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Happy Harbor Docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Pissed off light-skin: Let's blow this popsicle stand!!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Problems (Snow tha Product) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj7Q5wU-GKI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Him aka Static<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Now, Jen was at an impasse. The battle was finished and there was no reason to stick around as Static could handle contacting the authorities without her input. It would be easy to skedaddle off into the darkness, thus ending this impromptu meet-up. The issue was that she did not want to. Before, when he'd come to be trained, she had gone out of her way to ignore his existence and it had NEVER worked. She had always been aware of him, had always known where he was in location to her own position.<br/><br/>Maybe it was his energy as it seemed to compliment her own. It was like a spark, something that jittered beneath her skin,  skittered along her spine. The fact that her dad had noticed it, had teased her about it, had made it almost impossible for her to get past the need to dislike the young man. After all, she could not allow her father to be right, not again. The man spent all of his time crowing about the Virgil. (Okay, maybe not all of it!!) That, more than anything else, made it much easier to walk around in a strop and pretend she didn't see what was there.<br/><br/>She could not do that now.<br/><br/>She heard the wailing of sirens in the distance and allowed herself to land on the warehouse floor. She was going to ask him, she was! Of course, she expected him to tell her hell no because why would he agree? However, she'd never have this chance again, not without people being around, and that would make the question so much harder to verbalize. No, it had to be now.<br/><br/>"After this group is gone would ya like to grab somethin' to eat with me? I mean, I know you, sort of, but I don't really<em>know</em>you." She held up a hand to forestall any response. "It is my fault, I know, but jealousy..." Her voice petered out as her face flooded with color. "I'd like to fix it now...or at least try."<br/><br/>She was saved by an announcement which was shouted through a bull horn.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"This is the police! Come out with your hands up!"</span>A small smile graced her features as she strode toward the broken entrance.<br/><br/>"Just think about it...and let's go defuse this situation." Then she stepped through the door and was gone.