”Pleased to meet you, Alexandra,” Alex glanced down quickly at the outstretched hand, and shied away slightly as she realized that her arms were still completely hidden by her overly large sweater.
"Oh, uh nice to mee-" Alex was cut off by a masked man who had taken to using her as a meat shield. He introduced himself as Mercury, or Masquerade. Quietly thanking the man for interrupting their little interaction, she turned to face him.
”Hi, you’re very pretty. You don’t mind if I hang out here do you? Hmm… you smell like calamari. Did you have some before coming?”
Completely flustered by his direct approach, Alex froze up. She knew that her arms caused her to produce a unique odor, but she figured that the ocean would at least somewhat mask the smell. Fortunately, Mercury's short attention span drew him away from her. Alex looked on as what appeared to be a ghost flew by the dock. The weird just keep getting weirder.
A girl, Jenny, had given a whole speech upon arrival, where she compared herself to... Pizza. It was a bit strange, and Alex didn't really see where the comparison was accurate, but she let it slide. At least she was trying to be friendly. And, she brought pizza for everyone. Alex, having just eaten, decided to let the others claim their slices.
Alex turned to Lisa as she gave a brief speech on why they were here. In essence, they were recruiting "superheroes" for the Powerbound Alliance. At least, that's what Alex took away from the speech. The most important thing that Alex took note of was the fact that they couldn't turn back once they had chosen. "So, how many of you will call yourselves proud members of the Powerbound Alliance?"
It only took Alex a moment to know that she wasn't backing out. Already, she had been accepted by so many others. Of course, they had yet to actually see her arms. Though, with the sheer weirdness of some of the others, surely she would fit right in. "I'm in," she said.
With her being officially committed to the Alliance, Alex took off her hoodie for the whole world to see her for who she was. She wore a worn black t-shirt, with the sleeves ripped at the shoulder. Everything about her outfit screamed "street rat," which is exactly what she was. Stains from the liquid that her arms secreted covered the baggy shorts. Her hair was tangled and matted from never being properly washed.
Alex figured that she should start making friends with the others. She looked around for anyone who wasn't currently conversing, and settled on the man with the iron arm. He had been somewhat quiet so far, which intrigued Alex. Alex quietly dismissed herself from her current group, who seemed to be escalating to a fight. She didn't want to be any part of a fight on her "first" day.
Alex approached the man from behind, where she lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Interesting group of people, isn't it? My name is Alex, by the way. I'd offer to shake your hand, but, well..." Her words drifted off as she gestured to the arms that hung at her side.