Thread: Day Spa Hell  (Sarah and SuperSrs)

She spent her time fighting crime, spending day after day dancing with death. Anne Granger had lost cost of the number of times she'd nearly gotten a bullet to the gut, every time some psychopath tried to slice her up. It was a dangerous job, there was no other way to put it. And yet, now, the woman couldn't help but wish to be back upon the streets. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stood among the crowd of people, trying her best to force a pearly smile as they shoved scraps of paper and other mementos in her face, her wrist starting to ache as she signed them. Even her own thoughts were starting to become drowned out over the din of their own voices, countless questions pouring out of a couple dozen mouths. How do you feel about having powers? When are you heading back to the city? Why did you decide to take a vacation? So on and so on and so on. She thought she was going to crazy, to be honest. Hell, she was nearly tempted to just send them all flying into the pool with a flick of the wrist. Then again, her reputation didn't exactly need any denting. Still, weren't these kind of things meant to be relaxing? You could've fooled her. Shuffling about just a bit, shifting her weight for a bit more comfort, the girl would scribble her signature down another piece of paper, the adoring fan grinning from ear to ear as she handed it on back. Her dark brown eyes were starting to wander a bit now, taking in the area around her. The crowd was tightly packed around her, and as far as she could see there wasn't a single a escape route. Figures. Wasn't like she was going to be able to slip out anyways, with everyone's eyes upon her. The fact that she wasn't much of a social butterfly really didn't help matters. Even before these...'powers' developed she'd never been one for crowds, for parties. She'd had a couple of decent friends, and that was it. Maybe she should've take on one of those secret identities? That worked for Superman and such, right? Uh... She'd begun to edge towards the side of the crowd, still all smiles as she eyed a slight crack in the throng of people. ...well, I appreciate everyone's time, but I...uh, have some other meetings to attend too, A chorus of groans would follow, a couple of straightout boos mixed in. She tried to avoid making a face, her own smile faltering only a tad as she wormed her way out...nearly stumbling over her own too feet as she broke free of the crowd. Brushing the wrinkles out of her shirt and jeans Anne would bid the group one final farewell before finally pulling away, toned legs carrying her towards the exit as quickly as they could. And yet, apparently someone wasn't done with her just yet. A slight scowl would fall upon her somewhat chapped lips as a hand came to rest upon her shoulder, the girl quick to wipe it away as she whirled about to face the owner of said hand. Listen, I- A slip of paper was shoved into her hand, though unlike the others this wasn't blank. One of the waiter's stood before her, a polite expression upon his face as he bowed his hand. You're invited to a free spa session, The man spoke, tone well-kept, 200 PM, this afternoon. More details are upon the slip, Huh? Her brow furrowed as she glanced down at the paper, looking back after taking a quick skim, ...who gave you thi- He was gone. Dammit...probably another one of those fat, snobby politicians, looking to get brownie points. Well, wasn't like she could turn down a free session...that was why she'd come to this place. Slipping it into her pocket, the woman would begin to make her way towards the pool exit, mind abuzz. She never had actually had one of these before, her family never being the richest. This would be interesting... -- By the time the clock hit two Anne had arrived at the location, brushing a strand of raven hair, having spun most of it up into a bun, from her eyes as she made her way to the front desk of the area lobby. Uh... She'd shift about, ...I have an appointment here? They said it'd be around now...