[h1][b][color=orange][i][color=orange][center]Michelle "Shelly" Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/color][/b][/h1]
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[color=orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Formal Sitting Room -> Patio
[color=orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Identity Obfuscation, Stamina, Boxing
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Shelly stared out across the estate at the setting sun, it had an understated beauty to it that was hard to not appreciate, even on its side. [color=orange][i]How had she even gotten here?[/i][/color] Last thing she remembered was a humourous invitation to spank her ass which someone had clearly taken her up on. The serenity of the whipping wind and soft rustling of the leaves was such a relief compared to din of inside. [color=orange][i]Had she landed on her head?[/i][/color] She reached up with both hands and it was immediately obvious where she'd landed, her left flank throbbed with the dull pain of bumps and scrapes, nothing major. The nuggets of safety glass shimmered in the reflected glory of the Sun's rays, gently crunching under her as she sat up. Gazing into the middle distance, Shelly gently tugged on her lip, reflecting on the events that transpired. Threatened, puppeteered, punched and finally launched out of a window, as advertised.

They'd collectively made their desire's plain to her, she wasn't welcome at the mansion whether she wanted to stay or not.

Rising on hands and knees, Shelly caught a glimpse behind her. She was there. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jean was looming over her. The telepath had hovered the distance across the patio, soundlessly crossing the glass strewn floor towards her with her shadow trailing behind her, and was already on top of her. Terrified, Shelly recoiled, [color=orange][i]Wasn't it fucking enough to eject her from the house?[/i][/color] Judge Anderson, psychic judge, jury and executioner, weighed down on her. Talking wasn't safe. Thinking wasn't safe. The beatdown was coming. Pushing the button was no longer petty, it was about self preservation. Shelly's little heart thumped faster and faster, with every passing moment her agency was closer to being stripped from her or, now they were in open space, catapulted a great deal higher or faster. Shelly tried to breathe, tried to relax, tried to calculate but the knowledge her every thought could be read like an open book, it was paralyzing. Her hand hovered over the button, the klaxons rang through her mind. Cyclops bursting out the window was the final straw, her nerve was shot and Shelly, hardly ready for it herself, squeezed her eyes shut and reflexively punched the button. 

Just for an instant, Shelly ripped through the meta-physical world to an identity-less dimension, there was just her and [color=orange]her twin[/color]. Shelly always hated leaving her behind - not in this void, but in her place. She was always smiling, arms length away, [color=orange][i]Didn't they know they'd blame her and not I? Was she just happy to see me?[/i][/color] Before she could barely consider, she snapped back to real space.

Shelly was still on the floor looking up, which was worrying because she shouldn't think she was [color=orange][i]still[/i][/color] there. Shelly's memories of the last half hour were still in first person, meaning dissociation had definitely failed for her and she hadn't become the mysterious, body double stranger she'd hope to be to protect her from more mind reading. Her blood ran cold, she'd needed it to take effect on all three of them, any loose ends... It was barely worth considering. Shelly scrambled to her feet, the telepath was busy tending the guy she came in with, she had a chance to escape, if it weren't for a new assailant.

[color=orange][i]I don't know the meaning of the word bullying?[/i][/color]

Agony. Pain coursed through her chest, and yet Shelly still wondered how you could even think to utter that while breaking someone's rib. [color=orange][i]How could she be so oblivious?[/i][/color] Ayita shouted, telegraphing her attack, and so Shelly took the opportunity to step in, limiting Ayita's space making a roundhouse a poor choice, especially after being close enough to punch her chest. It connected, to low to hit her head, to high to make the pain in her chest worse.

Shelly swung. Her body twisted, muscles squeezing in unison to shoot a well aimed bolt to the face. Fist connected with eye socket. She channeled it all, the pain in her face, her side and her chest, all the anguish and fear. A matching shiner, for sure. She didn't allow the cat girl to recoil, Shelly did not stand her ground, but pressed forward, guard up and ready. Ready on the button too, should she need it.

[color=orange]"I know."[/color]