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heropa; please someone save this child

[ One of the problems with super speed that the comics never tell you about: the average pair of sneakers is not, as a rule, designed to hit pavement at the speed of sound. They fall apart, soles flapping like open mouths, and it makes running around a huge pain in the butt when you forget to bring along an extra pair, as Brianna sometimes does.

Right now she's on her way to the Porter in Heropa, where she has to transfer to De Chima, and then go home (well, to Clara's). It almost makes her miss the FAYZ, where she could zip from one end of the dome to the other with no trouble (well, except for the shoes problem). In fact, those times she got to patrol for coyotes and stuff was pretty nice, now that she thinks back on it. Sure, she was starving, and dirty, and in danger, but there was something totally freeing about being on her own, with a baggie of roast pigeon in her runner's pack, sometimes not seeing another human being all day long.

Well, whatever. That was then, this is now. Sitting on the curb, she ties her shoes together by the laces and lets them hang around her neck like a giant, stinky necklace. Then, barefoot, she starts to walk down the sidewalk in the direction of the Porter, sticking her thumb out whenever a car passes by.

She's always wanted to hitchhike. It looks totally cool in the movies. ]

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[ When she's not idiotically hitchhiking, Breeze can be found loitering on the streets of Heropa or De Chima, sometimes doing stupid tricks on a hover skateboard, sometimes trying to get free food from local businesses, sometimes getting into fights with non-imPort kids her age because none of them are as cool as she is, etc. Feel free to interrupt her doing any or all of these things. ]

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[Alfie doesn't blame the ordinary citizens for his being here the way he blames the government, but their enthusiasm over the imPorts is grating to him, and he takes pleasure in annoying them in return. So when he hears what sounds like an imPort kid trying to score some free food from the cafe he's currently sitting in, it amuses him, and he stops to listen.

And then he interrupts.]

You again?

[He's put down his coffee and lowered his paper, and is looking straight at Brianna.]

Aren't you the one who used your laser eyes to set fire to a chair in that electronics shop, all because they wouldn't give you a free DVD?

[Obviously this is absolute bullshit, but he's betting the cashier she's wheedling won't know that.]

I'd give her want she wants, mate. It's just not worth the trouble.

[ When Alfie first interrupts, Brianna turns to give him the stink eye, but as soon as she figures out where he's going with his act, she turns it into a quick wink before turning back to face the beleaguered cafe owner. She's not the smartest person alive, but she's not dumb enough to ruin a good lie. ]

Yeah, I'm pretty dangerous. Besides, it's just one piece of cake. I'll leave you a good review and all... It's totally worth your while, dude.

[ Whether the guy believes them or is just fed up with how long this has been going on, he throws up his hands and stomps over to the display case to get her a big piece of chocolate cake. Free chocolate cake. ]

[Oh look, it's cake. Cake that actually looks... pretty good. Alfie catches the cashier's eye when he turns back around, and silently holds up two fingers. Two slices, please and thank you.]

[ Once the slices are placed onto the counter, Breeze grabs both plates and carries them over to Alfie's table. ]

Here you go. [ She sets his in front of him, then sits down across from him with her own cake, like the two of them are old friends or... have ever spoken before... ]

[He doesn't appear to object to her joining him, and before digging into the cake, he tips his hat to her. Good job, team.]

And who are you?

Breeze. Who are you?

[ She digs into her own piece of cake. ]

Solomons. Breeze is your real name?

It's a nickname. Well, like a codename.

Ah.

[He points his fork at her.]

Would you, by any chance, be a superhero?

[ She points her fork right back at him. ]

As a matter of fact, I am.

You've got one up on me, then. I am only a liberator of cake.

You should try it out. It's a real sweet gig.

I'm bothered enough by people who think I'm here to be there hero. I can't imagine how much worse it would get if they were actually right.

Okay.

[ She takes another bite of her cake and adds, ] But you're missing out.

They wouldn't want me anyway.

[He sounds pretty cheerful about this.]

My morals are suspect and I curse on the radio.

[ Pfffft! ]

Big deal. You still have superpowers. That means you'll either end up a hero or a villain.

[ It's just how these things go, bro. ]

My suspect morals would make me a villain then, wouldn't they.

Maybe. Depends.

[ She doesn't seem put off by the thought of sitting across from a supervillain, though. In fact, she seems kind of intrigued. ]

And what does it depend on?

In Heropa Zoey was still trying to get used to her powers, and the fact that she didn't feel comfortable using her powers didn't help things. So when she spotted another girl (who obviously didn't know the words subtle and stop) she decided to get some directions and hopefully no one would object to her talking to her being an Import.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the government Import buildings?"

Breeze just glances at her, still walking. Excuse you, there's nothing wrong with hitchhiking or with wearing your shoes around your neck!

"You mean the Porter and stuff? That's where I'm going right now."

It wasn't a car she pulled over with her antics, but instead an older motorcycle. The rider had been going the opposite direction, but looped around to return to her side and come to a stop. If she didn't recognize him by his ripped off sleeves, vest, and the crossbow stuck to the back of the bike, when he pulled his helmet off, she sure would.

"Where you headed?"

Breeze is thrilled when he pulls the motorcycle over, and even more thrilled when she realizes who's driving it. She hopes there are, like, paparazzi hiding in the bushes or something so they'll be able to take pictures of her riding off on a motorcycle.

"The Porter."

Daryl didn't have a second helmet, so he held his out to her, "Put that on and tighten the chin strap as tight as you can."

He didn't personally use the chin strap, but she was a kid and a lot smaller. He made a mental note to get a kid-sized one and store it in the saddlebags just in case.

"You ever ride before?"

Breeze takes the helmet and puts it on. She doesn't mind wearing it, as long as she's still recognizable when she's on the bike.

"Yeah, totally. Lots of times." She's not even lying, for once. Clara has a motorcycle.

"Good. Hold on." Daryl accepted it and waited only long enough for her to get a decent grip before he drove off. He'd caught sight of the bottom of her shoes so he didn't head straight for the porter, instead taking a detour. One that had them stopping in front of a store for running shoes.

"You got time?" he asked as he cut the engine and glanced back at her.

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