Rexorr

This is a mismatch- Saitama one-shots luffy.

Team 1 can probably do this.

@fugue: "Well, to be honest, when I got here, all I was thinking about was getting work; starting a new life. Never thought to plan a step further." she thought for a second, "Are you some sort of employer or something?" Thérèse still wasn't sure what to make of this lady, and she guessed that that explanation would make the most sense, unless, as the way she'd said 'legal' suggested, she was involved in some sort of shady business.

As for skills, she had none. Unless you counted junior triple-a hockey as a skill, she hadn't had any time to cultivate any, in which case she could benefit from an underground job where she could use her strength, no questions asked. But of course, that's exactly what she was trying to stay away from.

@fugue: So she'd just pissed off the person trying to help her out. Good job, idiot. "Oh man, I'm so sorry. Here you are, trying to help me out, and I'm being a b****. It's just I've had difficulty with human communication ever since... " she cut herself off and shook her head "Never mind. I'm Louise." she said, trying a smile. She recalled the first name on the ID she'd recovered, but the last name had slipped away. She'd have to be careful to avoid any topics involving identities.

@fugueOk, so this lady I just met on the street is offering me a job, food and a place to live. I think. How was she supposed to react to that? She'd been on the run for 5 years, and out of the blue, someone showed up offering to help her out. "I guess I do... But who are you? Why are you here, talking to me? Are all Americans like this?"

Even as she spoke, she'd determined the lady's accent to be German, which did in fact match her look.

"I... What?" She turned around to face this woman who still looked to be in her early twenties, even late teens, who had just payed for the paper she'd snatched up. Could it be that she was... no, wait, they couldn't have found her that fast. Then... who was she? What did she want? Why would pay for a complete stranger? She wasn't sure what to make of her, "I'm not sure what you want, and my story is none of your business. I'm just looking for a job..."

@soterichor ((Well, by all means, start whenever you want, it's just that there's probably not much you could do at the moment. I'll probably finish it up in a few hours.))

Well, she’d be lying if she said that the journey to the Big Apple had been easy.

To start it off, she’d had do deal with the A.I.M lab’s destruction in downtown Montréal, which turned out to be the one in charge of the one where we was kept, as well as the other ones in the viscinity. By whatever miracle, on her way out of the lab, she found a fake ID meant for her in the documents lying around, which she guessed they’d made so that if anyone ever came snooping around and saw her, they wouldn’t ask themselves what someone who should’ve died years ago was doing there.

Her next step was to get out of the province. She got into her car and set off, staying off the highways, taking the narrow country roads and finally got to the Québec/Ontario border, which turned out to be crawling with police. She had to get out of the car, drag it around the border, all the while trying to lay low (kinda hard when you’re carrying a car on your back), and set off again a few miles out. After getting a room at a motel for the night, she got back on her way and had to do the same thing at the Canada/US border.

Anyways, she was in New York now, and it was time to get things going. First step: establish a normal life; an identity away from my meta-self. She walked over to a nearby newspaper stand, managed by a grizzled old man who was probably approaching his 60s, picked up the latest issure and was about to drop a loonie into his hand when she realized- Oh, right, this is America. Loonies wouldn’t work here, she’d have to switch them out for USDs. But to do that, of course, she’d have to get inside a bank, which she wasn’t too eager to do. “Hey! You take it, you pay it! Pay up!” shot the man from behind the stand. “Yeah, yeah, all right. Calm the f*** up.” she said, putting the paper down.

What do I do now?

Alright, I'll come up with something tonight and post tomorrow on the New York thread.

1- Conan

2- DD