[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/3owytRiu2nuCOHw8ZG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Train
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy didn't mind as Joanie landed on her head. She kept pacing the corridors of the train, doing her best to focus on her breathing. She felt too emotionally worn out already to have another meltdown, and she didn't know what the Mist would show the mortals if she started shattering all of the glass in the train with her voice. She almost wished that some sort of monster would show its head, just so she could focus on killing something rather than memories of her own trauma. It was crazy for her to be doing this, to be going back here - she hated that she was doing this - and she hated that it was necessary, that it had to be her. 

	As Nancy walked up and down the corridor, she didn't look in the direction of where the others were sitting. She didn't want to catch a pitying glance or see them whispering about the poor, damaged, broken Roman praetor. So instead, she people watched. She looked at the mortals who were completely clueless, just going about their day. In her mind, she made up stories about them. The old woman there was going to visit her grandchildren for the first time in 10 years. The man over there was preparing to propose to his boyfriend. The pair of twins she saw playing some sort of handheld game had been separated at birth and only recently reunited under Parent Trap like conditions. Nancy doubted any of these stories she told herself were true. 

	But thinking about these stories was better than thinking about reality... [hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/97b8c553cbb195c7ea49cc44e8711ccc/tumblr_inline_p1oageaqHl1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] NYC - Pier 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda snorted at Kiera's comment, shaking her head. She could be a bitch at times, and Leda didn't try to hide it, but she wasn't going to body shame her girlfriend. There were some lines that Leda wasn't willing to cross, because being a bitch was one thing - being cruel was another. [color=a187be]"Right, tell your mate that he better not lose our stuff,"[/color] Leda requested, before putting her bag into the saddle bag. She wasn't thrilled at the idea of being underwater this long, already thinking about how much the saltwater would end up stinging her eyes when they reached the ocean. 

	Leda took Kiera's hand and got onto the back of the hippocampus. She was hoping that Kiera would be able to keep her relatively dry as they went. Otherwise, things would get annoying pretty quickly. Leda's blonde hair would probably end up looking light a slight shade of green. She secured her arms around Kiera's waist, in order to keep herself from falling off. She glanced over at Sera, noticing that Hercules was offering to help her up.