OOC: Ramona failed to notice something.
"Dude, no, don't even say that! You're not putting anything on me. I wish... I wish I knew exactly what to say or do to help you."Clancy hugs Tim back. "Talk... Yeah, I... I need to talk, sorry to put this on you."
Tim's suddenly struck silent. No one had ever told him they wanted to kill themselves. He's at a loss for words for a few moments...He sits down again. "I just... I just don't what to do, or where to go? I mean, I don't want anyone... anyone else to get hurt because of me again. I can't hide... I can't... just disappear into the woods or something. I'm not bigfoot... Maybe I should just... walk into the ocean and see if I drown."
“Yeah, I can,” Alex replies immediately despite his surprise of hearing a stranger’s voice. ‘Just tell me where you guys are and I’ll try to get there as fast as I can.”Alex's phone rings. It's Craig's number.
When he answers, it's an unfamiliar man's voice. "Um, hi? Craig told me to call you. This, uh, Bob, Bob Mendelssohn, the uh, ex-cop he told you about. I think we found the Fire Woman, but there's a couple guys with bats and Craig's gone to stop them before she gets to them. He said you could help?"
Ramona almost pauses, but remembers to keep moving--she doesn't want to give away that she's noticed something odd. Someone with the ability to psychically interface with animals?, she asks herself. Another question was if they were someone merely curious, a creep ogling her, or someone who had somehow figured out she was a super and was tracking her for nefarious purposes. Or had mistaken parkour for superpowers. Or something else altogether. She decided to keep moving, to see if the pigeons followed her or other animals watched her. Once she had a better sense of what was going on, she might be able to figure out what, if anything, to do.Ramona parkours across the city, moving freely. It's exhilarating! It's liberating!
As she pauses on a rooftop to catch her breath, she feels like she's being watched.
The pigeons. There's about ten pigeons on the roof, all looking at her. Their head moving to follow her.
"Dude, I hear you. I can only imagine what's going through your head. In your place, I'd be freaking out..." Tim commiserates.He looks at his hands. "I killed that guy today. Walked up to him as he shot me. Reached out, grabbed his head. Squeezed. I was so scared, so angry, I didn't even think. I'm not sorry I killed him. I'm just... I'm just coming to terms with being a killer."
"Whoa. My idea is more symbol and less target. We have to inspire people, especially supers. It'll be easier to defend ourselves and influence the establishment if we are together. It's one thing to go after one of us if your are a crazy killer or the government, another if we're a group watching each other's backs. Safety in numbers and all that."He looks at Tim. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should be a symbol, a target. Draw out all the crazies. But I'm not sure what I do after that? Just... kill them? Beat them up and turn them over the police? I don't know about you, but I don't have a lot of faith in the police."