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[prettyntoxic]

Who: Lisa Snart with select starters. (Open to anyone who wants CR, though)
Where: Event Locations
When: Duration of the event
Rating: PG-13 (Default)
Summary: Lisa's a bitty and she's lost and puzzles are not her thing and she might be a little scared.
The Story: This eight year old child can be found scurrying silently through the corridors, sneaking food, and occasionally staring at the puzzles without much progress. She just didn't have the focus for them. Maybe if whatever they unlocked was shiny and expensive, she might be able to put more thought into it. But for now, she didn't quite grasp the point. These puzzles are crazy and so is this place, she's fairly certain.

Once she is reunited with her brother, Lisa stays close to his side most of the time. There are occasions when she accidentally strays or gets lost looking for a snack while he works on finding keys for the door. She has also decided that those monsters in the halls suck and could they please just go away now?

The gash between her neck and right shoulder is fresh, stitched together haphazardly by untrained hands, and stings like hell. It might look to be a few days old, but still fresh enough. The more she moved around, the more it ached, so running from those creatures in the corridors was awful!

[OOC: Run into her anywhere! Alternatively, PM me or hit me up on plurk if you want a tailored starter!]

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[catchacold]

"Lis!" No, it didn't matter that Lisa is a lot smaller than she ought to be and that he's changed as well, when he spotted his sister walking down the corridor, he recognised her immediately.

It only took him a moment to be by her side, crouched down for a proper look at her. His eyes fall on the gash on her shoulder and it's like a gut punch, a sharp reminder of one of many failures. He hadn't done a good job keeping her safe, he had just done his best. Sadly, not enough.

But even though she might look like she once had again and he was several years younger too, he still had more composure, had his memories. So his face showed little and he forced his eyes to focus on her face instead of the wound he remembered so well. "I've been looking for you. How's it going, sis?"

[prettyntoxic]

That was the voice she'd been looking for since she woke up in this topsy-turvy laboratory land as a midget. Don't mind her throwing her arms around your neck as soon as he's down on her level. She clings for just a moment then gets a grip on her senses and pulls back, ignoring the sting on her shoulder. She refused to show that it hurt, because she knew Lenny and she knew he hated seeing her in pain. He'd patched her up to the best of his abilities and she was eternally grateful. Without him, she probably would've bled out. Funny how he looked at her wound as a personal failure and she looked at it as a blessing that he'd been there.

"There are freaking blobby monsters lurking in the halls and I'm armed with eight-year-old limbs and lung capacity. Running this much sucks." But she smiles anyway. Leonard instantly makes her feel safe in any situation. "I was trying to find you too. Are you okay?" She looks him over almost frantically. He's so little, and she knows she's littler, but it still seems like such a huge difference. It's been a long time since she'd seen him this scrawny.

[catchacold]

Leonard doesn't at all mind her clinging, even reaching up to stroke her hair without really thinking about it. Maybe it's been years since she's been this small, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't remember.

"I'm fine," he assured her right away, although he'd have said the same even if he was bleeding out right now. "Just younger, physically. Not the kinda change it is for you." Sure, he was back to being a teenager, but mostly he just lost some muscle mass in that and looked marginally younger than usual. "Don't worry about me."

However. "I need to clean up that thing, Lis." He gestured to the wound on her shoulder. "It looks infected. I used to be an idiot."

[prettyntoxic]

"I'll always worry about you." She countered, but seemed to accept the answer anyway. Because whether she said it or not, she worried. She might think her big brother was invincible at times, but it didn't eliminate the worry entirely.

But when he dissed his work on her wounded shoulder, she frowned at him. "You've never been an idiot. Ever. It's my fault for not taking care of it. I'm the idiot." She should've been cleaning it or something. Instead, she was running around the halls from monsters that were mostly harmless, apparently.

[catchacold]

"You really don't gotta defend me from myself, Lis." It amused him, obviously, and so he was smiling, even as he looked at her wound in concern. "Kinda have the urge to pick you up when you're like this."

Or hold her hand, for that matter. She was small, he didn't want to lose her. But obviously Lisa is really a lot older and independent by now - hard-earned independence, if he was honest with himself - and so he knew better than to do either of these things. Instead he simply starts walking.

"There are some... things here. Monsters, creatures, beings, whatever. But so far not bothering them seems to work for me." He almost told her that she didn't need to be scared but, again, he stops himself.

Not a little kid any more.