[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/9009e9986045d8c064181a6ce81b8571/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo4_r2_250.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] JFK Memorial Hospital
[color=Purple][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Radio Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]

[color=purple]"A-Air in the needle? Wha- I-I...the neck, i-it hit somewhere in the neck,"[/color] Waverley stuttered in reply to Sapphire, vaguely gesturing at the needle currently in the man's neck. As their fallen foe convulsed on the ground, she could feel the cold, familiar hand of dread digging through her ribs and latching onto her heart. The girl didn't understand a word of what Sapphire was saying. It was like watching some fast-paced medical show. But even so, every word more than one syllable caused Waverley's heart to pound harder and faster. Her breath began to quicken, each one feeling like it was her first after being held under water for minutes on end. She stared down at Vulcan right up until Casper's voice pulled her back into reality. 

[color=purple]"Uh, yeah, I can give it a shot,"[/color] she managed, and closed her eyes. Before she even tried to do anything with her power, she took a deep breath, calming herself down until she could manage to focus. She then reached out with her mind, and felt what she recognized as a number of police radios. Waverley formed the words in her head first: 'suspects fleeing the scene in a red 2020 Honda Civic, leaving hospital driveway and heading west.' It was simple enough. She attempted to push it into their radios, but she could feel going in that it would come out as unclear static and be primarily inaudible, a feeling akin to missing a power outlet when trying to plug something in. A few seconds later, she felt an oncoming message asking her to repeat her statement, and smiled in relief. So she sent the message through again: 'suspects fleeing the scene in a red 2020 Honda Civic, leaving hospital driveway and heading west.'

Funny story: the radio waves for 2020 Honda Civic, to Waverley, feel remarkably similar to the 1981 Juice Newton hit [i]Angel of the Morning[/i]. By the time Waverley realized her mistake, it was too late; the song had already been pushed through. Waverley's closed eyes flicked back wide open.

[color=purple]"Shit,"[/color] she muttered, looking around at those around her, before landing on Sapphire. [color=purple]"We should really get going. The, uh, radio trick didn't work this time. There's no time to explain, we need to grab this dickhead and get the hell out of here."[/color] Waverley gave Vulcan a nudge with her foot, before backing up towards the exit. [color=purple]"The van's right outside. Colossus, could you grab the laser guy?"[/color]