Late night at the Brownstone (Test Post)

[blindmedicine]

 Pieter Cross woke up late at night. At least, he felt like it was late at night. He smacked the clock on his nightstand which said, in a loud voice

TWO. THIRTY. SEVEN. A.M.

"Rrg... it's late. Times like this, I don't envy Sand." He gets up, pushing on his knees to get up. Running across rooftops could be murder on your kneecaps. He thinks to himself. Yes. Some orange juice perhaps. And maybe a quarter cup of acai berry juice for it too. Quite the nightcap.

Pieter walked down the hallway to the kitchen, holding his blackout goggles. After a bit, he slides them on. A light in the kitchen. Pieter gets ready, sidles up against the wall and turns into the kitchen...

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[windywitch.livejournal.com]

Maxine beamed. "Thanks! I just want to help her in anyway that I can. Six is awfully young for a metahuman gene to emerge, I think."

[blindmedicine.livejournal.com]

Pieter nods. "Indeed it is, though not unheard of. Some are born with their genes activated, others need trauma, most get them around puberty. But... I can't help but wonder what kind of life she'll end up with.

"Hm... Maxine, could you stop by the clinic after 4? Maybe bring Courtney with you? I think it'd help little Mikayla if she got to meet Cyclone and Stargirl. I won't make her any promises, but if she sees she has a visitor, it could probably help. Her mother told me she has little homemade dolls of you and Courtney she made at one of those Build-A-Bear stores." Pieter looks at Maxine, even though he knows she can't see through the lenses of his blackout glasses.