[center][h1][b][i][colour=4682b4]Sam[/colour][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][sub][@shylarah] [i]Location: Chicago, Millennium Park[/i][/sub][/center][hr]

Since the attack, which she told her family was simply a freak accident…there was [i]no[/i] way they’d believe a story about her talking to a supposed Greek God, nearly getting stabbed by some asshole with a sword and that she can now apparently both control metal like some comic book character, and manifest a freaking [i]hammer[/i]; things had been a bit of a blur. After clearing the mess she’d still finished her sister’s car, but the work had been made harder by this constant nagging sensation to go find others like her.

She wasn’t overly impulsive by nature and if she’d just dropped everything and bailed, her folks would’ve had a missing persons report out by nightfall and been worried sick. Instead she cobbled up a story about some American friends of hers in Wisconsin needing a mechanic suddenly and asking if she could help. She’d said yes and might be gone for a bit as they were in a race series and she might stay until it was done. Feeling terrible about lying, but unable to think of a better way to cover, she set off.

Now she found herself in Chicago, a city she’d only ever seen on TV or in passing, walking towards a place called ‘Millennium Park’, based solely on a feeling…as stupid things to do, this must rate fairly highly. As the feeling got stronger, she picked up her pace; the one big upside to ‘Awakening’ at least was that her prosthetic right leg moved much more like a real one than it had prior, no matter how much she’d gotten used to it.

Reaching the park, a sudden urgency took her and she broke into a run, letting instinct guide her. Rounding a corner she saw a fellow heading towards her. He was dressed for a run and carrying a large stick and was being chased by another man with a goddamned [i]spear[/i]. [colour=4682b4]”Fucking Hell…”[/colour] She muttered as she found her Hammer suddenly in her hand.

[colour=4682b4]”[i]MOVE![/i]”[/colour] She yelled at the runner. The upside of an encounter like this in an urban space was that there was metal all around, and by instinct (and a little practice before she’d left home), she knew that with Hammer in hand she could mould it like clay with a thought. A steel bench ripped free of its concrete mounting and hurled towards the spearman, forcing him to dodge; which he did, only to get slammed by a trashcan from behind. He went down, and Sam reached out with her powers once more. 

The spear tip gave much the same impression as the sword that asshole that’d tried to murder her hand carried. Instinctively she knew, like the sword, she could crush it…she also knew they were like her Hammer and any damage she did would be temporary, but that’d work for now. In an instant the head of the spear crumpled like tinfoil and the spearman shouted in rage as he staggered to his feet, only to get hit by the bench again, this time she twisted and warped it, driving the ends of it into the concrete to pin the attacker.

Between the running and power usage, Sam felt herself getting a bit winded, but the adrenaline was still high. Looking at the runner, she gasped. [colour=4682b4]”We…we should go…[i]somewhere[/i]...I…I don’t know this city…”[/colour]