[Amanda hadn't been much of a drinker before-- her drink of choice at night had usually been an energy drink instead of alcohol. And she definitely hadn't been social at night, because even before she couldn't really talk about the work she did after office hours. And now...well, she did the same things, sort of, she just didn't need to touch a keyboard to hack into a bank's network anymore. And that had brought so many more great things than she'd expected with it.
Sure, it came at a price--she couldn't tell anyone, not if she wanted to stay unregistered when the idea of registering made her skin crawl--but she'd gotten so much in return. Including finding a place where she felt like she belonged. A place where, for the first time in her life, she felt like she could take out that little black dress that left nothing to the imagination because she knew she'd be safe.
She didn't feel the need to put her powers on display here often, although men who got too pushy in trying to buy her a drink or pull her onto the dance floor often found that their cell phones had malfunctioned in inexplicable ways shortly thereafter.
Take right now, for instance, where she's grinning over her glass of white wine in the direction of the guy who seemed to have assumed the fact she hadn't shocked him or lit him on fire when he grabbed her elbow the second time meant she was perfectly safe only to find that every bit of text on his phone had been corrupted beyond comprehension--except to her--and would eventually find out that a few pictures he'd probably wanted to keep private weren't anymore.
She tried to use her powers for good the majority of the time, honestly. She tried to quietly fix problems for libraries and hospitals, places that never seemed to have enough money or people or time to update outdated architecture normally, or to cause a few key details to go missing from someone's record so they could get their insurance to pay for a life saving treatment. But she thought that 'good' could also be stretched to include teaching a few people a well needed-lesson in being a decent person. Her eyebrows raise a little, and the man swears again, and she can't keep herself from snorting a tiny laugh]
B. Explosion/Awakening
[Amanda was just lifting her cell phone to play around with another bit of code she'd been toying with, and then--
The glass a few feet from her explodes in a loud crash, sending first the items in her hand and then her sprawling to the ground.
She doesn't have a moment to think about the show anyone behind her might have gotten, becuase if they were behind her they must be hurt. She's probably hurt, actually, but her first, stupid instinct is to grab for her phone to see if it's been damage and---
It all comes rushing back so fast that for a moment the sounds of sirens and screaming are nearly gone as Amanda stares at her phone's display--Graced's display. Then the smoke gets to her and she starts coughing, but is squinting through the smoke, looking not toward the exits but for any piece of machinery she might still be able to disconnect from the electricity before it adds to to the flames. She has a bigger job to do, she knows that, but she can't do nothing here, not when she can really help]
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Amanda Perry | OTA
[Amanda hadn't been much of a drinker before-- her drink of choice at night had usually been an energy drink instead of alcohol. And she definitely hadn't been social at night, because even before she couldn't really talk about the work she did after office hours. And now...well, she did the same things, sort of, she just didn't need to touch a keyboard to hack into a bank's network anymore. And that had brought so many more great things than she'd expected with it.
Sure, it came at a price--she couldn't tell anyone, not if she wanted to stay unregistered when the idea of registering made her skin crawl--but she'd gotten so much in return. Including finding a place where she felt like she belonged. A place where, for the first time in her life, she felt like she could take out that little black dress that left nothing to the imagination because she knew she'd be safe.
She didn't feel the need to put her powers on display here often, although men who got too pushy in trying to buy her a drink or pull her onto the dance floor often found that their cell phones had malfunctioned in inexplicable ways shortly thereafter.
Take right now, for instance, where she's grinning over her glass of white wine in the direction of the guy who seemed to have assumed the fact she hadn't shocked him or lit him on fire when he grabbed her elbow the second time meant she was perfectly safe only to find that every bit of text on his phone had been corrupted beyond comprehension--except to her--and would eventually find out that a few pictures he'd probably wanted to keep private weren't anymore.
She tried to use her powers for good the majority of the time, honestly. She tried to quietly fix problems for libraries and hospitals, places that never seemed to have enough money or people or time to update outdated architecture normally, or to cause a few key details to go missing from someone's record so they could get their insurance to pay for a life saving treatment. But she thought that 'good' could also be stretched to include teaching a few people a well needed-lesson in being a decent person. Her eyebrows raise a little, and the man swears again, and she can't keep herself from snorting a tiny laugh]
B. Explosion/Awakening
[Amanda was just lifting her cell phone to play around with another bit of code she'd been toying with, and then--
The glass a few feet from her explodes in a loud crash, sending first the items in her hand and then her sprawling to the ground.
She doesn't have a moment to think about the show anyone behind her might have gotten, becuase if they were behind her they must be hurt. She's probably hurt, actually, but her first, stupid instinct is to grab for her phone to see if it's been damage and---
It all comes rushing back so fast that for a moment the sounds of sirens and screaming are nearly gone as Amanda stares at her phone's display--Graced's display. Then the smoke gets to her and she starts coughing, but is squinting through the smoke, looking not toward the exits but for any piece of machinery she might still be able to disconnect from the electricity before it adds to to the flames. She has a bigger job to do, she knows that, but she can't do nothing here, not when she can really help]
C. wildcard
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