[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/c143f9c315f8abdd17cc7ac0bdd26e71/19d94ab8e808d932-9b/s540x810/811e9f72262951314cf1a46eb14471af44c53ef5.jpg[/img]
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] SPACE! Again…
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color]   [/center][hr][hr]

	Antoinette’s hair wiped around her head as she struggled to remain upright. Arnold remained huddled under Antoinette’s jacket, deeming it the safer place for the time being. As they waited for Bethany, Guin, and Pietro to do something about whoever was causing this intense wind, Antoinette watched Neil with Max. She couldn’t help but smile at how cute the two of them looked. She didn’t know if there was some sort of intimate relationship there, but she hoped one might form for her friend.
	Max’s voice invaded her daydreams, and Antoinette stumbled forward once the wind ceased around them. She lifted her hands, working her fingers through the knots in her hair, and nodded. Antoinette turned and ran in the direction Jaclyn was thrown. Once there, she knelt and used her first aide training to assess her.
	[color=#DDA0DD]”How are you feeling? Did you hit your head?”[/color]