A Los Angeles Alleyway, Sunday Morning

[psycho_barbie]

Huddled in a doorway, staring blankly ahead, Callisto looked pretty much like an escapee from a mental hospital. The scrubs she'd been wearing were grubby and torn, the fingers of one hand curled loosely around a makeshift stake, and her feet were filthy and aching. Come to think of it, most of the rest of her was aching too

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[bridge_carson]

"Over here," Bridge says, ducking in to the alley. He'd *finally* been able to pick up Cal's trail amongst all the others in the city, and it had led them here.

[needsaparrot]

Xander followed, head darting left and right, looking around not just for Cal, but for any of the sort of things he was used to finding in Californian alleys, even in daytime.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto? Very much with the not reacting.

At all.

[bridge_carson]

"Cal?" Bridge says quietly, kneeling down in front of her.