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         "Me casa es su casa."

Guardian stepped into the house as invited, throwing a glance each direction in order to get a feel for the house. There was not much to look at - it was a simple apartment with nothing too special about it save for the few pictures laying about, scattered across the room in various places. He remembered seeing the word 'orphan' when he was looking up information about her, so he wondered if these were pictures of an adoptive family or something else. There was always that possibility, but one of them even had a picture of who he could only guess was her as a child so that meant.

"Thanks for saving me back there. Take anything you want except the pictures, I will hunt you down for those."

Guardian's head turned to face her instead of the many pictures surrounding them. Underneath the helmet, he raised an eyebrow. "I do not save someones life for a reward." his helmet zoomed in on her wound and to his surprise, it looked smaller than before. Maybe he had just been over-estimating the wound in the first place. Either way, he was a bit more happy to see that it didn't look as severe as originally thought. "My wish is only for yours and everyone else's safety, so I will not be taking anything of anyones, Claire."

         Gwendolyn was sitting on a bench in the streets, earphones in. The world out. That's how she saw it and she'd prefer it that way. Humming to the tune softly as she watched cars go past, it passed the time for a moment. The brunette kept her handbag beside her as she gazed, then looked to the sky in disgust. "One day, I'll end up up there and when I do, you'll fear my wrath." She mumbled as she took one leg off the other, sitting up straight and rubbing an eye. She was tired from a long working day. Why is the world like this? Gwen asked herself silently and sighed. She felt miserable, pure miserable and that was only because she was tired. Tired, stressed and just really negative today.

She then decided to get a bottle out of her black handbag, which matched the shirt under her green/khaki jacket and sipped some. Closing her eyes as the taste of the coldness trickled down her aching throat. After complaining a worker in a local supermarket about the pricing of drinks. Her throat was sore. Then after a few more, one or two gulps she placed it back into the handbag after screwing the lid back on again and sighed. She bit her lip as she then stood up, placing strands of hair behind her left ear and made her leave, walking in black flats and dark jeans.

The Filipina girl kept walking, past houses and streets, it was a very ordinary day for her. Too ordinary. She didn't like it at all. It was boring, really, ultimately, stupidly boring. She looked at the nearby bus stop as she walked and decided she'd get that back to her 'home' instead of walking, her legs ached and everything. So she'd rather wait.

The bus stop said 10 minutes.

Well, it better be worth that wait then... She thought as she snuggled up in her coat, all chilled and relaxed inside. But then the clouds in the sky caught her attention, she obnoxiously raised an eyebrow as the white puffs of fluff flew by over her head and over the many buildings that are ever so tall. Why do you clouds exist..? She thought about the clouds floating by and sighed again. Now mentally questioning her own life, why is she still here after all her fathers abuse against her? Why? Oh why?

Because she was stronger than she gave herself credit for, that's why. Now, 7 minutes until the bus arrived and then Gwen sighed again, her brown hair falling back into it's original place. Which funnily enough didn't bother her this time, and she laughed to herself before placing a leg on the other again. I guess being misunderstood is pretty much an understatement at best... She then thought and pursed her lips before tilting up again, looking to the clouds and the beautiful sky, sighing contently as her mind drifts off somewhere, far away because she hated this, the cold and the waiting, the fake love and the hating. It was something she didn't enjoy in the world, something that made the world cruel in her eyes.

Gwendolyn Yvonne Byron-Verceles hated it with a major hating passion, that's for sure.

         Renee sat at one of the poker tables on the riverboat, her eyes hidden underneath her hair as she used her sleight of hand to win the big pots and the occasional small pot. This was a rather big round, with the man next to her, some playboy billionaire from the looks of him, having raised his bet to $50,000 in the hopes that no one would match him. She simply smiled, grabbed her suitcase off of the floor, pulled out that amount in cash, and placed it, plus an extra $25,000, on the table. While she had been doing this, she had switched out a card in her hand to give herself a royal flush. She had never used her powers for a royal flush, mainly because no one would trust someone who always got the full set, but with stakes this high, she was willing. The man's face was smug as he laid out his hand, a Straight Flush. Renee took a drag from her cigarette, and blew a smoke ring in the air, putting the stub in the ashtray.
"My dear seely playboi," she said triumphantly, taking a drink of his Scotch to boot, "Next time, stick to playing with your poker buddies.". As she spoke, she laid down her Queen, and then her King, of Hearts, the playboy looking dumbfounded as the Suicide king stared up at him. As she collected her winnings, he grabbed her hand.
"Hold on, my dear, there must be some way to at least catch a name from you!" He said, acting as if he was hitting on her, but his eyes betraying the anger at being shown up. Renee picked up the suicide king, and let it flip through her fingers.
"Mon ami, if you want to catch my name..." she said, sliding her self onto his lap, looking as demure as possible as she took a finger to his chin and slowly let his jaw drop, "Catch a hike.". With that, she put the King of Hearts in his mouth, picked up the suitcase, and left, leaping off the ferry as it passed by the Riverside Mall, using her cane as a vault, and turned to see the man stare dumbfounded at her, blowing him a kiss to rub it in. She then reached in her pocket and looked at the name on the inside of the wallet she had taken from him as she was on his lap.
"Alexander Beauregard, huh? Sucker."