[h3]Atlanta, Georgia[/h3]

Julia parked at a store a few blocks away from Piedmont Park and walked to it from there. Having only heard about it and seen pictured before she had decided it was time to check it out for herself. She took in the view as she mad her way to the park, she took note of young man tossing a frisbee to his dog on the oak hill, a few joggers on the paths, and a cute couple in the gazebo among her fellow patrons. But overall the park was fairly sparsely populated, likely due in part to the recent string of veritable disasters that had rocked the city. Most people felt safer in their homes. [color=f7941d][i]More for me.[/i][/color] She thought as she took in the beautiful landscape. Electricity controlling man notwithstanding this was certainly a major highlight of her trip so far.

She thought back to her earlier encounter. Thumbing the over the phone she had been given in her pocket as she walked into a meadowy area of the park filled with trees ranging from magnolias and maples to just about every variety of oak and even some dogwoods and ash. She always felt more at home amongst the trees than she did even at her home. They were stable, always changing, yet still constant. Most of these trees had been there since before she was born, and just as many would be there long after her death. Pumping out oxygen for for the various animals that called this park home, nourishing them and even being a home to some, [color=f7941d][i]And now providing shade for me...[/i][/color] She thought as she laid down at the base of an old oak and stared up into the sky.


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[h3]Las Vegas, Nevada[/h3]


Rod smiled and winked at his reflection in the mirror as he turned on his hairdryer to it's maximum setting, the switch's motion was slightly slowed as it's handle covered by a layer of dried up glue. After setting it down he reached for a bottle of glue next to his sink. The label was tarnished and the bottle was itself covered in a layer of it's contents that combined to make the Elmer's School GLue  only faintly visible across it's width. He squirted a bit of the white liquid into his other hand before replacing the bottle on the counter. Rod took a deep breath as he rubbed his hands together getting a layer of wet glue across both hands before raising them to either side of his thin strip of hair. It was a process he had done thousands of times before, he brought his glue covered hands together with his hair between and pulled them up until he only held the tips. Deftly he removed his right hand and his left moved into place holding all the raised hair. With his free hand he grabbed the blowing hairdryer and aimed it at the base of the section of hair being held up, slowly going back and forth across it until the heat was too physically painful to bear. Finally he relented and brought it up to the rest of the hair repeating the same motion for just as long. Once he was satisfied, he switched sides drying from the left and holding with the right and the process began again...

A couple hours later Rod had set up at the side of the strip, a top hat and a bottle of lamp oil at his feet. As he spat out streams of flame. Of course he was subtly using his powers to make each blow just that little bit more impressive, and it showed as his hat filled up quite quickly, as amused tourists kept on paying him for the spectacle. He had been there for about an hour when he heard sirens coming down the strip in his direction, he turned his attention towards it and saw the blue and red lights of the police cruiser approaching. And then a moment later they were gone, the sirens still blared, and the car was still speeding to it's destination but the light were no more. He smiled, it wasn't much, but it made him happy.