[CENTER][color=lightpink][h1][b]K I M  B E V E R I D G E[/b][/h1][/color]
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[sub][b][color=ff4500]Location |[/color][/b] Ditch in the middle of sandy nowhere
[b][color=ff4500]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Sami [@BrutalBx], Val [@Dirty Pretty Lies], Aleks [@Plank Sinatra][/sub]
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[color=lightpink]So far, the trip was going well. After a quick check to affirm that yes, there were indeed no bed bugs on this RV, and tossing away the lizard tail, she'd slunk into whatever conversation her friends were having then. Which was, at the moment, about what superpowers that they'd want, if superpowers were real. Kim leaned back in the booth she was in, a small smile on her face. She'd already made a brief input on her choice of flight as a superpower and was content with listening to the rest of conversation.

Personally, she'd dig having fate-changing powers. Maybe Umbra knew something about that. She made a mental note to ask her later.

Then the RV jerked and she barely had time to brace herself against the table before the vehicle shuddered and inertia threw her back against her seat. Once the world stopped shaking, Kim blinked rapidly, her arms thrown across the booth's backrest and the window beside her. It took a moment before Sami's voice registered, followed close by Val's.

'[b]Y-yeah. I'm alright[/b],' she said, sitting up. Sami was already gone, however, and a pang of disappointment shot through her. Her expression reflected none of it; she frowned as a faint hissing sounded somewhere outside the RV. The frown fell into a deadpan as raised voices drifted in shortly after. At this rate, Sami's head was going to turn into one giant bruise. She took out her earpieces, tucking them into her jacket's breast pocket, leaving a loop of wire dangling out over its lip.

'[b]'Scuse me[/b],' she muttered, squeezing past whoever was sitting next to her as she made her way out of the booth. Val had already left, her voice joining in on the shouting, and Kim sighed as the sound of a slap reached her. Thankfully, when she poked her head out of the van, Val was hugging some random, vaguely familiar dude. Sami wouldn't punch someone encased in a whole bunch of Val, preventing further violence in the foreseeable future. Probably.

'[/color][color=a0410d][b]Sssh. Please. You're all okay?[/b][/color][color=lightpink]'

'[b]We'll live. But thanks for asking[/b],' she answered the guy toeing the RV, walking up to the impromptu gathering. She glanced around and the two yellow sports cars nearby caught her attention. Then it clicked.

Ah. The Gearheads. The person Val had her arms around was AJ Tyler. Reckless guy without a care in the world and the money to afford it, as far as she knew. Her gaze shifted back to Sami.

'[b]Don't suppose your wrench wielding magic can fix this?[/b]' She tapped her knuckles against the hood. It belched out another billow of smoke, sputtering as if to prove her point, and she stepped back, mildly startled.

'[b]If there's anything [i]left[/i] to fix[/b],' she muttered.[/color]