[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h1][color=c4df9b]Amelia Payne[/color][/h1]
Location: The Seattle Times office - A park in LA
Interacting with: Each other[/center][hr][hr]

 [color=c4df9b]"Y...you don't know?"[/color] Amelia asked timidly, hearing the woman say that she didn't know where they were right now. Well she did sort of appear out of nowhere and people didn't see her. What was to say she was here really and not just in her head. After all she's been having visions of places and people like last night. What if this was something like that?[color=c4df9b]" This is LA..."[/color] Amelia quickly gave a reply to their location.

 Suddenly Amelia felt the power go out of her control as the electricity sparked through her hands and she shook lightly. Her face displayed panic as she tried sot stop it but by the time she managed to calm herself down and bring it under her control once more, her phone was already dead. She had destroyed it...[color=c4df9b]" I... why... did this happen to me." [/color]She almost cried, eyes locked onto the dead phone again. She wanted to  just hide in a corner and never leave it anymore.

[color=B0E0E6]"L...A...?"[/color] she questioned softly, her Irish accent an obvious difference to the surrounded and bustling Americans. She then started rapidly looking at her surroundings, brown hair flying at the movements of her head before she turned back to Amelia. [color=B0E0E6]"That can't be right... I was in Seattle... I was at my desk... I... I can't be..."[/color] she took in the scenery once more, less rapid an panicky this time. The sun seemed brighter and the air was warmer than typical Seattle. Natural growing palm trees were dotted all over the park. It was obvious she wasn't in Seattle anymore but... how? And why?

She turned to Amelia just in time to watch the display of her power. Lucinda gawked at her for a moment before stopping herself, it wasn't the most polite thing to do with the poor women already seeming overwhelmed. Lucinda didn't blame her. [color=B0E0E6]"This... This is new to ya too, isn't it? Did y'get sick before..."[/color] Lucinda shut her mouth. Maybe they same didn't happen before, heck, perhaps the woman didn't even have a power and was just at the wrong place to look like she short-circuited the phone. She sighed before outstretching her left hand. [color=B0E0E6]"The name's Lucinda. Lucinda Partridge, and you are?"[/color]

 [color=c4df9b]"Yes..."[/color] Amelia quietly replied, still holding her now dead phone as if her life depended on it. It was not something she could easily replace. She would have to hope she'd find a second or third hand phone for really cheap now.[color=c4df9b]" I got sick and then this started..."[/color] She replied, barely daring to look up at Lucinda from looking down at her lap where she was clutching her phone. She then eyed the hand with a mixture of fear, concern and uncertainty.[color=c4df9b]" Amelia... Amelia Payne."[/color] She finally introduced herself, but didn't dare try to take the hand. She felt she might lose control of her powers again.

 [color=c4df9b]"Why... is this happening?"[/color] She asked, wondering if the other woman knew, because she for certain did not. All Amelia really wanted was to live her quiet life without fear of being killed or killing someone. Now she was a walking weapon, she felt afraid to touch anyone. She briefly wondered returning to her uncle's home, but in reality she was also most afraid to return there out of fear of hurting him.

Lucinda gave her a pursed lip smile as she watched her. She had to admit, she was relieved. It was nice to know someone else went through the same thing as her. She looked down at her hand and back up at Amelia. She seemed untrustful, not that Lucinda could blame her. It's not everyday a transporting-invisible-to-everyone-else random appeared in front of you, even if that random came in the form of a tiny, nonthreatening looking Irish girl. Lucinda gave a soft sigh and drew her hand away. 


[color=B0E0E6]"Well, nice to meet ya, Amelia Payne,"[/color] Lucinda replied, shoving her hands in her pockets. At her question Lucinda gave a sigh. [color=B0E0E6]"Yeah, about that... I'm just as clueless as ya are. Or as ya seem to be at least. All I really know is I was work and [I]poof[/I], I was here. Well, I wouldn't say poof, more appeared but, tá, I'm clueless too."[/color] She looked at the surroundings once more. [color=B0E0E6]"I suppose our illness had something to do with this and our power but... That's all I guess. What do you know?"[/color]

 [color=c4df9b]"But you aren't really here..."[/color] Amelia mumbled, half thinking if she was turning insane. Maybe finally she finally snapped and was to be brought into a psychiatric clinic with a restraining jacket.[color=c4df9b]" I don't know anything....I didn't have any choice. It just happened and I'm afraid. You saw it, if I lose control..."[/color] Amelia shivered at the mere thought of what could happen if this power gets unleashed onto a person. Especially now that she was catching it sometimes that it's getting stronger.

[color=B0E0E6]"So if I'm not here, not really... Am I still at my desk in Seattle talking to the wall or have I just disappeared everywhere..."[/color] Lucinda wondered out loud. This was it, perhaps her illness had slipped her into a coma and the last 6 months was a coma-induced dream... Do people in comas have dreams? Either way, that was the closest she got to an explanation, one that didn't make her look like she belonged in a Looney Bin. But this was too real... Too real to be a dream. The heck had her life become? Lucinda left her train of thought as Amelia answered her question. [color=B0E0E6]"Calm down, Amelia... Perhaps the panic is making it worse. Just breathe for a moment."[/color] She pursed her lips for a moment before saying [color=B0E0E6]"I have trouble controlling my powers too,"[/color]


 [color=c4df9b]"Yeah... calm. I got to keep calm."[/color] She quietly mumbled, still holding onto the dead phone as if it was her sole straw to keep hold of from drowing into the madness that their current life was.[color=c4df9b]" Have you... ever met some of the others? From the dreams?"[/color] She asked, remembering the faces from her dreams. There were many people whom she saw back in those dreams. Especially one she did recognize, but was hoping that maybe it was just a dream. Then again it also made her feel happy that she was seeing those people in a weird way. It made her feel not alone in this mess.

Lucinda looked down at Amelia's hands, her knuckles somehow getting slightly whiter at her death grip on the phone. She was then drawn to her face as Amelia asked a question. The dreams? Lucinda was confused for a brief moment before realising what Amelia meant. The people, a small collection it swapped between, sometimes all of them. [color=B0E0E6]"Not for real,"[/color] she said gently, [color=B0E0E6]"Or whatever this is,"[/color] She paused for a moment, thinking. What if this was it, her last shop, she had to stay as a follower to Amelia forever, always unseen. [color=B0E0E6]"Y'seem nice, Amelia, but I hope I won't be here in this situation forever, or too much longer. I have job to do... A life to lead..."[/color]