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[code]Lower South Royer Town, Prince Ed-Field[/code]
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Courtney stared deeply into her own eyes. They looked fake, right? She squinted and leaned closer to the dirty GoodBurger bathroom mirror. A set of green cosmetic contact lenses were covering her natural eye color-- they definitely looked fake. Shaking her head she readjusted the pink wig, which was tucked into the hood of her black hoodie, then turned away from the mirror. This was very necessary precaution that would help save her a bit of grief in the long run, she hoped.

Without another glance toward the mirror, she left the bathroom, then exited the restaurant. This was just a stop on the way to check and see if her prosthetics and latex were holding. While Courtney didn't doubt it, she also didn't want to risk half her cheek peeling off mid-conversation. 

Today, all she had planned was to attend the DOVE rally, so why the makeup? She told herself it was to not be recognized-- that if anyone potentially knew who she was, followed her channel, recognized her face, she didn't want to be seen associated with Metahumans, in any way or form. The last thing she needed were internet trolls taking that information and eating it right up. People were freakin' hostile sometimes, so of course she wasn't going to go broadcasting herself all willy-nilly....

[COLOR=#676EC1]"Willy-nilly? Voice of inner me, that's a grandma word,"[/color] she mumbled as she walked down the city street. There was a lot of traffic today it seemed and maybe that was because this rally was getting a larger gathering than she expected. Either way, Courtney had thickened her cheeks, widened her brow and nose ridge, and even went so far as to give herself a false gap between the teeth-- not to mention the wig and hoodie. She looked unflattering but not suspiciously so, maybe-- hopefully.

Taking out her phone, Courtney opened up A1-Chat then began typing...

[indent][indent][COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] Not my best look today but solid all around [color=6ecff6]#WhoAmI[/color]. Almost at rally.
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] A hashtag in a 2 way conversation...
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] [color=6ecff6]#MomReplies #MotherleyFeelings #IAmMotheredAndCovered[/color]
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] lol just be careful [/indent][/indent]

Courtney smirked, typed an excessive amount of heart emojis, then put her phone into her pocket. Wasn't she already being careful? Sure, maybe attending a giant rally full of freaks and weirdos wasn't the most careful thing, but at least she wouldn't be recognized immediately. She halted when she came near a bus stop. Right on cue the bus came around the corner. After boarding the bus and a brief exchange of money, she was seated with headphones in, playing music as the vehicle lurched down the street. 

And shit, was this bus slow. 
Well. 
This was almost immediately extremely boring and Courtney found she couldn't sit still. Eventually she had her phone out again.

[indent][indent][COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] Omg mom I'm bored.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] And I mean like 20 metric tons of bored.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] So bored my head hurts
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] So bored I can't even nap because the boredom is keeping me up
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] What's for dinner?
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] How are them taxes?
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] Can I have a pony? [/indent][/indent]

Courtney smirked at that last one as "K4tMomGreen is typing..." popped up on the screen.

[indent][indent][color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] No to everything.
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] No dinner. No pony. No taxes. No naps. No head.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] EWWWW MOM PHRASING
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] w/e gutter child.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] But I'm YOUR gutter child
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] Yeah well only half technically.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] Truuuuu
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] Also can you bring back some milk on your way home?
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] But the milk is full
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] Ninja shiruken'd it off the counter. [/indent][/indent]

[COLOR=#676EC1]"Aw shit,"[/color] Coutrney mumbled aloud in response to that message. She pressed a hand to her forehead and mumbled, [COLOR=#676EC1]"Damn it cat..."[/color] Ninja, the family's cat, named so as a joke because of his horrendous clumsiness, was a large orange bastard with too much time on his hands--er--paws. There was a running joke in the family for naming Ninja's attacks after weapons or corny anime moves. For whatever reason, he liked to leap at objects set on the counter tops and bat them off with all his strength. He was an unstoppable maniac that absolutely hated the milk jug-- Courtney was sure she was wholly responsible for this particular incident of Ninja assassination. 

[indent][indent][COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] I'm sorry I thought you had it.
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] It's not anyone's fault. Just bring some milk home.
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] And maybe a cat therapist.
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] And a cat massageer. Feline masseuse? Someone to rub the cat.
[COLOR=#676EC1]BlacK4tBlu:[/color] No way. is that a thing?
[color=a2d39c]K4tMomGreen:[/color] You never know.[/indent][/indent]

Deciding to leave that particular train of thought right at the station, Courtney put her phone away then stared out the window. Wasn't very long now until she would be at the DOVE rally. The thought of it put a couple of renegade butterflies in her belly. Taking a deep breath, Courtney sought to calm that anxious nonsense. Hopefully it was just a nice meeting, some fliers, propaganda, and maybe she would meet someone who could advise her.

It was very important to Courtney that she learned what she was supposed to do with her... [i]stuff.[/i]

There was not a day that went by that Courtney didn't feel right having her [i]abilities.[/i] Everything about them was unnatural, wrong, perhaps a little awkward to posses. She wasn't as over the top or flashy as some Metahumans she'd seen but, Courtney felt a strange sense of insecurity to have this [i]mess.[/i] 

Plus people hated her for having these powers even without knowing her-- wasn't there already enough society hated her for? Courtney just wanted to be somewhat normal again, honestly. She hoped that maybe at the rally, there would be someone that could help her. Maybe. She didn't know. Would it be like chopping off a part of herself to get her powers removed? Were they more of a gift or blessing rather than a burden? These powers had come to her in a time of need but, that time was long passed, right? Was this as natural as breathing was but stranger?

Thoughtful and confused, Courtney bit her lower lip, then turned her music up. Thinking wasn't too fun right now so, she focused on her tunes instead-- like she should have been doing in the first place. Asking all these questions would only hurt her dumb brain, Courtney determined. Moral and ethical debates were for smarter people than her, after all.


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Courtney is on the city bus to the rally. 
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