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Dang did I miss some entertaining randomness.

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"We can't just rob someone... Can we?."

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Alisha didn't know if revealing that she knew a thing or to about pick pocketing was a great idea. So she kept that info to herself, because it wasn't like she could go walking down the street the way she was dressed to take some wallets. Lucas was right, they needed a change of clothes. Calling a grown woman Bunny seemed ridiculous, even with the accompanied flash of memory she gave as explanation. So Alisha would stick to Marjoire, or maybe just Smythe.

Glancing around for options she noticed that the dry cleaners across from them looked closed for the most part, the neon open sign was off, and the lights inside were too. "If anyone feels like they have enough energy, they could teleport into the dry cleaners across the street. The open sign is not on, and we could just take whatever is around... I'm pretty sure they will have a sewing kit for your shoulder too." Alisha said gesturing over to the little shop. To Alisha it seemed the safest bet, as the people filled boutique next door would be a harder challenge, and seemed to only stock women's clothes.

Alisha had just enough energy to port over there, but standing up to do so was not something she desired to do. She ideally wondered if dry cleaners did shoes, or if they would have to go somewhere else for that. The two building on ether side of the alley they sat in both smelled of food, and was just making her hungrier. Smelled like a mix of garlic, and Chinese food.

An old lady completely unaware walked right passed the alley they were in, Alisha tensed up as she watched the woman pass them. If any dog walkers came by they were screwed. For a brief moment she tried thinking up a lie they could tell people to explain there appearances. The best idea she had in that case was just telling someone they were in costume filming a student film, or something along those lines.

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Um David is my Doctor, and it was so weird seeing him as Killgrave. Awesome, but strange. I think there is something wrong with me cause I'm in love with Killgrave. I mean he is terrible and an extremely evil vile bastard, but he is DAVID. My brain just can differentiate between the two. Don't get me wrong I was thankful Jessica took care of business in the end, but I could watch Killgrave all day. And Jessica is just the most bad ass person ever!!

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"My name is Alisha." She replied to Lucas, her facial expression hardly changed from her typically solemn look. She judged by Lucas's attempt at humor, and the fact that he still had enough energy to try to yank the bullet out telekineticly, that he was going to be fine once he was all stitched up. Alisha scooted herself out of the way, and let the other girl take the reins, because she sounded way more informed then Alisha was. She wiped Lucas's blood off her hands, onto her pants. Alisha sat down with her back against the cool metal dumpster, ready to help if they asked.

With her muscles finally beginning to relax, she ultimately felt the pressure and panic from the last hour of terror dissipate. The fact that she was finally free and outside after almost a month in a cage was fantastic, but she couldn't really enjoy it so much with everything that had just happened. For now the only thing Alisha could really feel was the exhaustion creeping in, but not enough to overpower how nervous, and on edge she was about being so exposed out in the open.

The horror of the days events would most likely hit her later, but as for now her mind and body were still mostly in a state of survival mode. The adrenaline was wearing off, so the pain in her ankle was just getting worse, but she would manage. "So other then him, is everyone else physically okay? At least well enough to get to a safer place, then this alley..." She asked calmly. Alisha did't like to use telepathy very much, unless she thought it was necessary to find out the truth or information inside someones head. But it was a whole different kind of thing using it to communicate with other Deves. Chatting telepathically with others had always felt a little strange to her, but Mandy had always made a habit of it when they were together so Alisha was use to hearing others in her head.

Alisha had always wondered what happened to Mandy after she had been taken by the agent three years ago, and now Alisha had an idea. Mandy had not been one of the dozen or so Deve kept at the facility. It was possible she was dead or maybe she had escaped some time ago, but the idea that perhaps there was another place like the facility out there made her shiver. "Does anyone have an idea of what to do now? We need clean clothes, a safe place to lay low, and food." she stated to them all telepathically, now that she was to wore out to bother to speek out loud. "Once we have a safe place, we can teleport you there. I don't think walking around is the greatest idea..." she said mentally to Lucas.

(OOC -- Words in Bold are said out loud. Words in Italics are said Telepathically. And when she is thinking something to herself I will be in quotations without color.)

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Oops Sorry guys I got side tracked watching Jessica Jones on netflix, and then I took a 4 hour nap... my post will be up in a matter of minutes (possibly 2-3 hours) :D

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Oh I assumed there was a post order, and was waiting for Rumiko to post. If she doesn't post in a few hours then I will.

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Alisha got the message, and though it had been faint she had enough of an idea where to port. She jumped and teleported to the alley, ungracefully landing on her butt, the palms of her hand scrapped along the asphalt as she skidded into the side of a dumpster. Right next to her laid a unconscious guy with a bullet wound to the shoulder. She was in a lot of pain from the sprained ankle that was now swollen and blue, and her feet were a mess of cuts and scraps. Alisha's leg mussels cramped from the gruesome run, and she could hardly catch her breath. Standing up and walking was not an option at the moment, now that she was safe enough in the alley, she didn't want to move.

The guy beside her was bleeding pretty badly, as expected with a gunshot wound. But Alisha could tell, thanks to two semesters of high school anatomy, that the bullet hadn't hit anything major based on where it was. The problem for now was the bleeding needed to stop. Finally catching her breath, she sat up on her knees facing the guys body. She ripped the sleeve off her shirt and pressed it firmly to his wound. Alisha's medical knowledge extended as far as basic first aid, and the random knowledge gained from watching TV shoes like ER, and Scrubs.

"Hey can you hear me open your eyes. I need you to wake up! Hey look at me." She said earnestly to him. Telepathically she called out to the other Deves around her 'Need some help over here, if you can manage.'

It was brod daylight and anyone could walk by the alley and see the group of bloodied, mud covered teens, dressed in what looked like hospital clothes. Logical assumption for a passing stranger was that they were escaped mental patients or something just a terrible. They needed a place to lay low, clean up, eat, bandage themselves, and rest safely. Unfortunately without money, and with their appearances as dreadful as they were, options were highly limited. The only place Alisha could think of as a possibility was some unoccupied house for sale, or an abandoned building. She was basically all out of energy for using her powers, with the last teleport having drained her.

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Running for the tree line was easy enough, dodging the bullets that followed her not so much. Alisha was an adequate runner, and adept at parkor, but this situation with the wet grass, death and gore was making it hard to concentrate on not tripping, falling over, or getting shot. The adrenaline rush was helping, and it gave her the boost of energy needed to telekineticly toss a big log at the group of shooters behind them all. Effectively smashing two of them under the log and distracting the five others for a very short moment. Running she jumped down the incline into the woods. The jump down resulted in a sprained ankle but she ignored the stabbing pain, and kept going, where to she had no idea.

The only information about their whereabouts was that they were in Toketee Oregon. Getting away from the waterfall and bad guys was the number one priority at the moment. She wanted to teleport as far as she could. The fact that she only had those grippy hospital socks on was not helping, as they were soaked through and flopping as she ran. Darting behind the thickest tree she saw, Alisha quickly tugged the socks off and left them. Sure running through a forest barefoot was going to suck, she would probably end up with cuts, but she would be just a tad faster.

Alisha had been to Oregon one time with Mandy over three years ago. It was where they met up in Portland with a man named Dexter who had been a friend of Mandy's and was also a deviant. Hopefully if she could get away from the rushing water, and have a safe hour or two to sore up some energy she could just teleport to Portland for help... Some food and water wouldn't be to bad ether. She tried to teleport but only managed to go about half a yard deeper into the forest. She was low on energy and could still hear the waterfall behind her. She also noticed a rushing creek to the left, which didn't help anything.

She needed to catch her breath so she looked behind her for the pursuers. They weren't visible from where she was running and though she could hear the gunshots off in the distant, there seemed to be less of them shooting off. Alisha leaned against a tree and breathed heavily, sweat dripping down her face, and her feet and legs were covered in mud and pine needles. Her throat was bone dry, and her heart was beating mile a minute. Pushing off from the tree she ran.