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[sub][b][color=ffff1e]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits' RV, outside Barstow, California (130 miles from Santa Monica)
[b][color=ffff1e]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Her own stupid broken head
[b][color=ffff1e]Mentions:[/color][/b] Nate [@spooner], Kim [@Stanifly], Sami [@BrutalBx], AJ [@TootsiePop], Umbra [@Syn], Val [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sub]
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The 120 or so minutes running along 1-15 north were pretty joyous. Nate made good on his promise of Ariana karaoke to the delight of one. Kim assured Nate he was doing well, but it was easy to tell just how much she meant it. Emilia was content to let Nate off the hook with just a couple of songs. For the good of the group. Then the conversation turned to superpowers. The blonde tried to make the case as best she could for controlling the weather, to make sure it was always sunny whenever plans were made, but it was a losing battle. She didn't care though. Someone had to be Storm.

The reverie was wrecked with the sudden jolt of the RV, a quick veering off the road and a lot of bumps. Emilia was thrown against Umbra as she tried to brace against the side of the vehicle. It wasn't effective, and she was thrown to the floor of the vessel.

[color=D52759][b]“What the fuck was that?!”[/b][/color] As usual, Val put into words what Emi was having a hard time doing at the moment. Although she could have done without the cursing. The Latina sparkplug lept into the front seat as Sami asked if everyone was all right. Emilia was unable to answer immediately, still a bit shaken from the impact. 

She looked around as the other Misfits slowly got up to see what the heck just happened to their chariot. The blonde was feeling a bit woozy. She looked out the front of the window seeing nothing but steam or smoke or something rising out of the front. Her time in Auto Club was short, so she wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she knew vehicles weren't supposed to do that. [color=ffff1e][i]Oh god. It's already broken. We made it to what, Barstow? Some trip this is. Stranded in the middle of the desert. My head still hurts. This is terrible... I need... I need air.[/i][/color]

Emilia stumbled towards the exit of the RV and made it a few steps outside before collapsing into the sand at the side of the road, hands on her knees. A commotion had sprung up with Val aiming to keep Sami away from...

[color=ffff1e][i]AJ....[/i][/color]

She knew AJ. They had a couple of brief chats over the last couple years. Whenever Emilia was visiting Brandon on the sidelines of football practice...

[color=ffff1e][i]He...he knew Brandon...who...who...[/i][/color]

For the second time in two hours, the emotions were too much for the young woman. The combination of a crash, a possible concussion and the reminder of why she experienced both of those things sent her into a tizzy of bawling into the sands of the Mojave Desert. It couldn't be confirmed which was leaking more fluid at this point; the RV or Emilia. But she didn't care. It was too much. Her hands left her knees and held her head as the waterworks flowed.