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Post by CJ on May 19, 2013 23:49:48 GMT -5
It was hard to tell what exactly Miles was thinking when Ringo started to berate and question her. Yellow-green light pulsed from the bullet holes on her head, possibly suggesting she was stressed as she glowed only in times of peril. The wounds on her body rapidly healed, pushing bullets out of otherwise deteriorated skin and onto the ground.
"It's all in a day's work," she said confidently as she fell on her bottom. "Come see me tomorrow on stage. I'll show you something even more special!"
Taking Mr. Cellophane's hand, she got to her feet and shook the dirt off of her pants.
Miles adjusted the jacket over her head, trying to cover the holes as best she could, and shot up two thumbs up toward Reed. Slowly, she rotated her upper body to give Mr. Cellophane the same gesture. It seemed to be a strange way of congratulating them.
She paused and let down her hands. Her painted smile became hard to see as the sun glared on her helmet.
"You feeling OK, Mr. Cellophane?" she asked as she made her way to the building. The static quality of her voice started to fade for a moment as she tried to make out what might have been wrong with him.
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