[h3][center][b]Alice Jefferson[/b][/center][/h3]

Once again, Alice Jefferson was in her room. There was a large window letting in the afternoon sun, filling the room with a comforting beig light. The whole room was various soothing colors of soft carpets, curtains and wallpapers of beautiful if minimalistic patterns. A far cry from the often stark and sharp architecture of the rest of the tower, Alice made certain her place was clean and nice to look up. Lifting her shirt up, she was applying ice to a purple bruise on her dark skin tone. She had taken her pain killers, yadda yadda, walk around the room sometimes, cough when you need too but blah blah blah. Whatever. She could handle this...she had had way worse in her youth. It wasn't even broken.

She had to end up comforting Valora to how upset she was, that she 'let' her get hurt during the battle. Silly girl was a sweet old blubberin' mess right after the fight. That Zookeeper certainly is an unpleasant fellow. Luckily Silas did what Silas does and gave him something to really think about in his time behind bars. Villains like him were dime a dozen- always trying to make a move and somehow take over the city. I mean, witout New Horizon? They might be able to do it. But luckily, NH did exist, and were there to stop them. Even if some of them wear their heart on their sleeve like Valora who came over to comfort Alice but ended up needing a little soothing herself. She smiled at the thought, but frowned at recalling the preceding events right after. 

A rabble rouser, freelancer, 'vigilante' or what have you, was spotted. Apparently he helped them out...this time. Often these vigilantes end up hurting someone because of their good intentions. Alice knew what they said about the path to Heck, but apparently they did not. It's only a matter of time before these troublemakers made too much trouble for their own good. If she hadn't been hurt, she mighta been able to drop a dome on that guy, bring him in and shape him up.

She sighed. Oh well. Now that the painkillers and the ice had numbed the pain, it was time to take care of this wound. Alice closed her eyes and concentrated, and beneath the purple bruise a golden light pulsed. The discoloration slowly began to fade to her normal medium skin tone. With a wince, Alice opened her eyes and looked at the bruise in the mirror. Much better. She poured out the half melted back of ice and sat down on the couch with a cup of orange juice and went back to watching her programs.