[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/705276155036696596/Harry-7.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: DC Apartment
[color=E610B8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Multiplication[/center]
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Harry began pacing back and forth in his apartment building. His hand against his mouth and he began to think on what it is he should do. It had been 9 years since his time at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps his old mentor could give him some help. His pacing slowed down as he sat on his white couch and placed his face into his hands. His girlfriend had just been killed and all because of some racist bigots who saw her for what she was and not thr beautiful loving person she is...was....is...was. Harry looked back at a pack of smoke that sat on the counter, he hadnt touched them in 8 years, he had been clean for so long and all this stress was making him beg for a single drag. He stood up, opening the fridge and grabbing some cold pressed juice. From behind him another copy emerged, the stress creating his "twins" in a way to cope. [b]"You gotta call her mate. You know she could help, you could help. Why wont you?"[/b]

[Color=E610B8]"Its been how many years now? Besides what do I even say? How do I even approach this?"[/color] [b]"Just tell her what happened. You cant run from this fight forever, today proved that."[/b] Harry swallowed down the glass of juice and slammed it onto the counter. He knew he was right, after all it was himself. His grip tightened onto the glass, its fragile composition threatening to give way. [Color=E610B8]"You're right. I'll give her a call."[/color] Harry pulled out his cellphone and began to dial his sister. The phone rang once, twice, and finally an answer. [Color=E610B8]"Hey, Sis...we need to talk. I'm ready to join the lines. The fight was finally brought to my doorstep, they murdered my girlfriend of 8 years, 8 years damn it! I...I want to help out, where can I find you?"[/color] His duplicate placed one hand on his shoulder as he made the call.