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Posted by toxis on Oct 11, 2005 22:10:38 GMT -6
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::Jocelyn wakes up, sitting bolt upright and breathing hard. She looks quickly around the room and clams down a little. The clock says 5:17 AM. It was a dream. She thinks. Another nightmare, same as always. She sighs and pushes her unruly black hair from her eyes. She starts to get up and notices two holes in the sheets of her bed, going right down through the mattress. A small bit of greenish steam is rising from the holes. Jocelyn rolls her bright green eyes. Not again.The holes are right where her clenched fists had been moments before. The stress of her nightmare had activated her mutation, and the chemical acid secreted from her hands ate through the bed. She gets up and walks to the window, looking out from the top floor of the hotel at teh New York City lights, which are starting to fade as dawn becomes more and more apparent. Jocelyn leaves the window and pulls off her tank top and underwear she'd slept in. She goes into the small bathroom, turns on the shower, and gets in. Fifteen minutes later she gets out, dries off and pulls on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved, hooded lime green tee shirt. She puts on a pair of black boots, grabs her small purse from the dresser, and leaves the hotel room.::
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