by Wanda Johansson » Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:19 pm
"Hrm, that is on the early side of things." As they reached town, they passed one of the edge of town bus stops. A man was standing there in a dark business suit. His features were a little off, like a portrait whose subject had moved ever so slightly and the artist had failed to properly compensate. Wanda glanced at him and he watched the girls with apparent disinterest. "I was sent to the states after one too many freaky weather occurrences in my vicinity," she said. "As destructive as my potential was, I was lucky to end up where I did."