Car crash (open)

Smoke was rising from the two cars that had collided in the middle of the road. Traffic was at a standstill, with people shouting at the "idiots" who had gotten into an accident. Insults fueled by selfishness and apathy were hurled at the two injured drivers.

"Learn to drive!"

"A little early to be drinking...and driving!"

"He better not get his license back."

But in the angry and backed up crowd of cars, one little girl looked Sat her father. "How can they say such mean things when they're hurt?"

Alex Rivers shook his head. "They just aren't thinking about how other people feel right now. Let's go help."

Charity and her dad got out of the car and ran up to the wreckage. The first driver was bleeding from the forehead. He was having a hard time focusing through the pain.

"Please, sir, you have to get me to the hospital."

Charity touched his bloody hand and they both glowed with white light. In just a few seconds, the man's wounds had all disappeared. He forced open the door to his car and got out, moving with strength and energy.

"I...I can't believe it. You healed me, little girl."

Alex beamed with pride at his daughter. "She is very special."

Charity walked over to the other car. The driver had already gotten out of his car and was curled up on the road.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Let me help you," Charity said. She touched his jacket and his body was healed. All the pierced and bruises muscles were restored.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you. Thank you little lady!"

One decent thing since being marooned on this exo planet is that the natives are not too wary of aliens, while he gain a few lingering looks people went on their normal lives and ignore him as they pass him on the sidewalks. From what he gathered these humanlke people have dealt with many alien contacts which he finds it worth investigating into. As the fall breeze ruffled his brown cloak hiding his exgravent robes he felt anger and fear buzz in the air down the street. With no destination set in mind he set onward to inquire on the commotion. Coming up to an mangled mess that was once an automobile he watched the scene before him from the sidewalk.

Denizens were shouting their typical curses and pain could be felt from the trapped humans. Geryon was disinterested in the whole thing, long since desensitize to these sorts of sights. He was about to continue on to leave this sight for the professionals before he felt an peculiar presence nearby. Turning his head he watches a young girl seemily exit the automobile and went over to heal the wounded. He was hit with a hint of nostalgia as he was reminded of a friend who was an strong healer. His nostalgia turned into sizzling anger as he knows his friend is probably now long dead. Feasting on his anger he continued to watch the girl healing with an calm outlook.

OOC: I'm sorry. But since I started this thread I have lost interest in role playing as Charity. I won't be able to continue this thread.

OOC: No worries, I know how it feels to loose interest.