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

Falling in alongside her new…companion…yeah, that worked for now, she had to move briskly as he waved in the direction they were going; as she did she took stock. Tall, obviously ran a lot given both his build and by how fast he was walking. [colour=4682b4][i]God damn it, I’m not built for this…[/i][/colour] The thought came unbidden to her. [colour=4682b4][i]Last time I ran…[/i][/colour] It was amazing what thoughts came to mind when you were stressed.

"My name's Maxwell. I got something like that too --  staff," The runner said. "Did...uh...."

[colour=4682b4]”I have my life all fucked over by a supposed Greek God in my head?”[/colour] Sam couldn’t help but laugh as the park rapidly dwindled behind them. [colour=4682b4]”Yeah…sorry, I’m Sam…”[/colour] The hammer disappeared from her hand. [colour=4682b4]”Had something similar happen to me a few days ago.”[/colour] She went on. [colour=4682b4]"Some fuck with a sword dropped a parts shelf on me and tried to stab with a goddamn [i]sword[/i]! Said I was ‘In the way’."[/colour] She could hear the rattling of the trains not too far ahead. [colour=4682b4]"Don’t suppose [i]you[/i] have any idea what the fuck is going on?"[/colour]