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Kinsley Alvaro

Gotham City Suburbs, 7:15 AM

The only two things on Kinsley's mind as she made her way down the steps was: A. It was too early for this shit and B. Wonder Woman looked better on TV.

The hero stood by the door with a few fancied up government officials or whatever, hands on her hips. They had arrived only fifteen minutes prior, which was an hour earlier than they side they'd be getting to her house. Kinsley had barely even gotten out of bed to pack when the doorbell rang. And there she was, Wonder Woman herself in all her armored bathing suit, straight out of a model magazine glory. Kinsley was almost irritated and thought of it as ironic.

But what was she going to do to stop it? Attack her? Even if she could hold her own against the woman, she guaranteed she couldn't if the whole Justice League swamped her house. She saw it on the news. A kid had refused to go with her escort and fought back against Captain Marvel. She managed to beat the crap out of him at first until the League showed up and subdued her. They were lucky they didn't force her off to Belle Reve in a straight jacket.

Kinsley gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of the inside of a cell, gripping onto her suitcase handle tightly. When she stepped at the base of the stairs, she gave a small huff, setting the bag down beside her.

"Do I have time to grab some coffee?" she asked toward the hero by the door, eyeing the various officials around her.

The woman slowly smiled and nodded her head after giving her watch a small glance.

"Certainly, take your time."

One of the men beside her quietly protested, but Wonder Woman held up a hand to silence him. Kinsley watched the exchange for a just a moment, a small smirk making its way onto her face as she turned her back to the door and ambled into the empty kitchen. She gripped the coffee pot and slowly poured some of the coffee into a styrofoam to-go mug. Taking a sip, she glanced around at the kitchen.

Her parents had already left for work, given her a few words of advice, the generic 'I love you' and 'I'll see you soon' spiel. Granted she was already eighteen so she wouldn't have to worry much about staying too long in the camp. As soon as she turned twenty or proved she was in control of her powers, she was out of there. With her powers she could probably snag up a government job or secure a place in the League in no time.

"Are you almost ready, Kinsley?" Wonder Woman called from the doorway.

"Whatever happened to 'take your time'?" Kinsley smirked as she took another sip of coffee then made her way back toward the door. She was only poking some fun, but Wonder Woman looked genuinely regretful.

"I'm sorry, we're just on a tight schedule is all, we have a few more stops to make." the hero quietly remarked before turning away from the teen and holding the door open for her.

Kinsley didn't respond, she allowed the woman to feel guilty. She probably should since the whole point of the Justice League seemed diminished by this stupid camp rule. Kinsley grabbed up her suitcase in one hand and held her coffee firmly in the other, taking a long sip as she walked silently past the group and out onto the front porch. She stepped along the cobblestone path leading to an unmarked, dreary dark gray bus parked by the curb.

She assumed she was probably one of the first stops since there didn't appear to be too many people on the bus yet. She squinted in the early morning sun, eyeing the dark strip of paper along the side of the bus that read 'Division Two'. Maybe they were putting kids on the bus based off where they were located or something.

"Kinsley, wait."

Wonder Woman's voice rang out behind her, prompting her to stop short and turn around. She perked a brow at the woman then slowly frowned when she noticed the objects in her hand.

"Hell no, don't even start-"

"It's just a precaution, Miss Alvaro, I promise they'll come right off once you arrive in Maine."

Kinsley stared at the woman then uttered a quiet curse, looking away briefly. The hero slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It'll be alright."

Slowly, the woman took Kinsley's hands in her own and slipped two metal rings over her wrists. An odd tingling shuddered through her body for a brief moment before it dissipated.

Inhibitor bracelets.

They were less... harsh than collars, and typically they only dulled powers, they didn't take them away completely, but they were often extremely effective when it came to younger metas who hadn't fully developed their powers yet. The teen ripped away from the older woman, snatching her suitcase from where she had placed it on the ground then whipped around, ignoring the woman's quiet apology.

She noted the elderly driver of the bus standing beside the door, arms behind his back, watching with a kind, but intelligent gaze.

"I'll take your bag, miss.." he quietly offered in a distinct British accent. He held out a hand to which Kinsley placed the handle of her suitcase. The man dipped slightly at the sudden weight in his hand.

"Thanks." The teen wasted no time in climbing the steps of the bus, watching as the driver shoved her suitcase in the compartment space beneath the bus, muttering to himself.

Kinsley paused at the top of the steps, glancing at the various teenagers staring blankly out windows or brooding in their seats, headphones shoved over their ears. Each and every one of them had some sort of inhibitor on them. In the back sat ones with collars, toward the front, bracelets. She made eye contact with a few as she slowly made her way down the aisle with narrowed eyes. She could practically feel the tension and anxiety hovering in the air as unfriendly gazes lingered on her then looked away. None of them seemed very welcoming, but each told their own story.

Fiery emerald.

Unstable, piercing blue.

Sorrowful dark brown.

Scheming amber.

And then she paused half way down the aisle, settling onto a pair of soft, puppyish brown eyes. They belonged to a boy, probably no older than eleven with wispy light blonde hair, subtly bouncing in his seat. Somehow he looked both terrified and excited, but he wasn't like the others. He didn't look angry with the world or with himself.

"Is this seat taken?" Kinsley smiled gently, turning to face him.

The boy perked up slightly, shaking his head. He looked almost surprised.

"Oh! Nope."

"Mind if I..?" Kinsley nodded to the seat.

"Oh sure! I'd love to have some company." The boy dipped his head and carefully looked around before offering a sheepish smile toward her. "The others are kinda scary... or sad..."

"So I see." The teen maintained her soft smile, slipping into the seat beside the boy when he shimmied closer to the window.

The smile faltered slightly when she noticed him absentmindedly tugging on the thin bracelets around his wrists. His knee continued to bounce up and down slightly as he turned his head toward the window thoughtfully. Kinsley watched him for another minute before looking away herself. He was so young... the others on the bus were at least fifteen, but not him. It made her wonder if there was even an age limit on taking kids away from their families.

"What's yours?"

The question pulled Kinsley from her thoughts. She blinked then turned her head toward him, leaning forward to prop her elbows on her legs.

"Sorry? I didn't hear."

"I said my name's Chance! What's yours?"

"Kinsley."

The boy, Chance, brightened at that, flashing a heart-melting smile that physically warmed Kinsley.

"No way! That's such a cool name."

"Thanks..."

Then teen slowly smiled, giving a small shake of her head at his seemingly boundless energy. At that moment, the bus doors screeched shut and the driver pulled the bus out of park, rumbling forward. Chance gave a small start at the sudden movement and shrank back into the corner between the seat and the window. Kinsley frowned and tilted her head toward him, moving to place a gentle head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" she made sure to keep her voice low and gentle, as to not frighten him more.

"Oh... yeah I'm fine just... I didn't really travel much and... buses sort of.. well they're bumpy and loud... yep.. really... loud.." he frowned and hugged his knees to his chest, wrinkling his nose slightly.

"Hey, it's alright... uhm.." Kinsley briefly panicked, looking around. She was never really the best with kids, as much as she thought they were cute. "How about we...uh play a game?"

Chance opened one eye to glance at her.

"Yeah, a game like uh... I-Spy... or something." Kinsley offered a cheesy smile, hoping maybe that helped somewhat.

"Mrm... okay..." Chance slowly sat up, moving to prop himself up onto his knees, glancing out the window. "You first?"

Kinsley blinked, a bit taken aback that she actually had to follow through with her proposition, then flashed another half-hearted smile.

"Uh... sure. Yeah...I spy..." she paused, frowning as she watched the mundane houses and manicured lawns pass the bus. She then shifted her attention to a pair of bright red headphones situated on top of a girl near the front of the bus. She then smiled mischievously and glanced at him. "Red."

Chance perked up at that, a smile crossing his face as he shifted from the window to peer over the seats. He narrowed his eyes and bit down on his lip softly, glancing scanning the bus before giving a small gasp.

"Ooh! Headphones." He pointed right at the girl in the front of the bus, glancing over his shoulder to grin at Kinsley.

"Darn, you're good at this game." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, giving a content sigh. "You're up."

The teen watched with a small smirk on her face as the boy beside her bounced slightly on his knees, completely having forgotten the rumbling of the bus. Everyone on the bus knew where they were going. When she got the official letter it said they were headed to some mountains up in Maine, great place to camp apparently. But it wouldn't feel like some kiddy field trip, she knew that much, and it seemed like the others knew that too. This was a disaster waiting to happen and considering the circumstances she was glad she could cheer the kid up.

She just wondered if she'd eventually be able to feel the same way.