Isabella tapped her fingers onto the table in front of her, mostly from an awkward feeling in the pit of her stomach. Sighing, she put her head in her hands as she spurted out a bit of air. Her eggs and pancakes sat in front of her, warm and fluffy but quickly losing their warmth. The people around her all seemed to have someone to talk to at the time, except her. It was that classic case of feeling "unbelonged" in your current situation. It's not even so much that she wanted someone to talk to. Okay, that was part of it, but it was more so that she was the only not sitting with someone, which she was sure some of them had already taken note of. [color=lightslategray][i]Dammit Electi. It's been forever. How much sleep do you need? It was one person for crying outloud![/i][/color]

Last night....

The night air was surprisingly refreshing on her skin. Felt nice to be out this late...While she enjoyed the day air of California where she previously was, Australian night somehow seemed more relaxing to her. Plus it felt good being in her native land. More so, this late evening was quiet enough and empty enough where nothing was grabbing your mind unneedingly, but having the occasional whisper or sound that made you realize there was still life. If anything, it helped keep her better on guard. Keep her mind observant of what's going on. In most cases in fact, she'd occasional peer behind her past her hoodie. Tonight she didn't need to cause she was already behind what she need to observe.

A simple robber holding a lady hostage. Basically textbook crime that you'd see heroes take care of. She'd been observing from an ally corner. The guy had a knife not too far from her throat but not too close. More of a threatening distance than a painful distance. He also already seemed to obtain have obtained her purse. She let out a sigh. The moment he let his guard down she opened two portals, one right above his neck and another on the ground, some ways from her foot. The second he looked up in confusion of his new surroundings, she gave a running start before having her foot clash into his face. The guy recoiled hard and apparently that was enough to knock him out. The portal went above his head, letting him casually fall out and collapse before it vanished She casually walked into the alleyway they were in, somehow ignoring the obviously confused woman to check his pulse. Still breathing. Thank Christ she didn't snap his neck. She just got here after all. Didn't want to get arrested right off the bat. As she snatched the purse up and handed it to the woman, Electi spoke.

[color=darkslateblue][i]Isabella...I desire to sleep soon. If there are any more portals you wish to summon there, do it quickly.[/i][/color] Uh oh. Throwing the purse over to the woman, she immediately summoned another portal and ran through. To her surprise, she ended up transported in a rather cosy looking treehouse. [color=lightslategray]"Well...I did have the idea of somewhere I could relax privately without security cameras. Probably shoulda specified."[/color] In seconds she felt Electi's presence dissipate as per usual and realized she was alone again. Sitting on the bed nearby, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had barely reached it in time.

In mere seconds however, she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion overcame her body. This wasn't normal...every other time he went to sleep, she felt a little lethargic, but nothing severe. She felt herself finding it difficult to think and even to move properly. The room became dizzying waves in her eyes. [color=lightslategray]"Shit...Not good but...I just need a..."[/color] Before she could even finish, she fell on her side onto the bed.

Somewhere Between Morning and Noon...

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Stretching sleep out of her eyes with her fingers, she tried to focus them to observe what was around her. Wood...bed...Oh yeah. She got up and did a bit of stretching while trying to recall last night. Let's see...robber, rescued a woman, then Electi. Oh yeah...That's why she's in a treehouse. Walking over to the window she peered out. It seemed like an average suburban household from what she could see and, from what she gathered, this was the treehouse they decided to build in the backyard. [color=lightslategray]"Guess I got lucky that they didn't look inside here yet. But I can't risk being found here. After all, [i]*chuckles*[/i] a random girl in a treehouse? Don't think they'd be thinking I'm a hero. More like a hobo."[/color] Stepping forward, her steps thankfully weren't wobbly like most that just got up after well, fainting. She calmly climbed down the ladder before checking left and right for any civilians walking by. Coast is clear shockingly...And with that, she hurdled over.

Walking the streets with her hood over her head always felt weird. It should, considering she was essentially a runaway, but she always felt like some sorta common thug like this. Well, hey. That's simply what had to be done. Her eyes wandered around. A tv blared out more news coverage on the Nagoya Incident and general hero activity. She simply just shrugged and walked on. It wasn't her business after all. Her heart went out for those involved and how badly the situation seemed to have spiraled out, but hey. Past is the past. More importantly, a thought popped in. Shouldn't Electi be awake by now considering she was awake? Well...It's only been, what? A half hour? [color=lightslategray][i]He should wake up soon. I should stop being paranoid.[/i][/color]

Present Time...

Man she hated when being right bit her in the butt. Either or, this sucked. She took a glance out the window and notice a rather peculiar sight. Well, as peculiar as it can get for her. A black haired woman seemingly decked out in some high-tech gear was just calmly sitting on a bench. Like she was waiting for something oddly. She was swinging her legs around and was staring at a vending machine. Isabella looked left and right before shrugging. [color=lightslategray]"Hey, it's something."[/color] She muttered with a smile before downing her food as fast as she could. Paying her bill to her waitress and leaving a nice little tip, she walked outside and saw that the woman was still just sitting there. Well, then she gave some guilty looking glances around as she went over to the vending machine she'd been staring at and got a drink. She sat down and gulped it down. Apparently it wasn't very good considering she looked at the can with disgust before slowly sipping it again. Isabella smiled. [color=lightslategray][i]Well...at least she was normal.[/i][/color]

Isabella walked right over and said probably the most joking thing she could. [color=lightslategray]"Can't blame you for not liking it. Don't know why, but no matter what flavor they seem to use they can't get a good one out of it."[/color] she said with a smile.