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I'm locked out.

[ooc: Elle's back from her canon-update! Complete with malfunctioning powers and all that good stuff. And 'cause she's awesome, she's also locked out of her and Peter's room. So she's sitting pathetically in the hallway looking scrawny and sleep-deprived and probably not smelling great because she almost certainly hasn't eaten, slept, or showered for the past few days.

Also, she meant it to be private to Peter, but it's not. Again, she's just that awesome.]

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[Elle took the paperclips and knelt in front of Peter's door, fumbling for a few moments before carefully trying to drag one of them across the tumblers like Adam had taught her. She overloaded once, but it wasn't as bad as the last time - a few sparks and a soft wince were the only indication she gave that it happened.

She accidentally twisted one of the paperclips too hard and bent it.] "Damnit," [she hissed, pulling it out and trying to get it back into shape without breaking it. She didn't want to admit that she wasn't good enough at this to do it when she was this bleary and out of it.]

[He watched her, desperately wanting to help, but knowing she probably didn't want it. Or didn't want to admit she needed it. After searching his pocket again, he managed to find another paperclip,] "There." [Howie paused and shook his head, giving up on letting her do it.] "I...It's hardly fair to expect you to do it like this. I'll do it, really, it's not a problem."

"I can do it." [Elle took the other paperclip and stuck it in the lock. This time she twisted far too hard, and it snapped.] "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" [She kicked the door viciously, but the wave of anger only triggered another overload and she was forced to lean against the doorframe until the electricity subsided.]

"Okay, whatever. You do it."

[He was really quite worried that she'd got to that point before letting him help, but it wasn't an issue for right now, either. Howie took the paper clips off her and knelt down in front of the lock himself, concentrating on getting it open, very carefully twisting them and biting his lip in concentration. Something clicked, just as he was worried he'd break one of the paperclips himself and the door opened.]

"There." [After breathing out in relief, he stepped away from the door. He would have gone and got Peter, in fact, that was his original intention, really, but then he'd seen the state of her and decided it was hardly a good idea to leave her on her own at all.] "You alright? That looked like it hurt.

"Yeah, I'm fine." [Elle pushed past him into the room and ignored the dog that immediately jumped on her.] "I'm tired." [She flopped down on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. It hurt too much to sleep, but if she could just close her eyes, that would be nice.]

[On second thought, he should have seen that answer coming.] "Do you... try and sleep if you can, then. But I'm not going anywhere, I want to make sure you're alright. I will try and get some help, though, alright?" [And have her powers taken off her, because that was the most important thing at the minute.]

"I don't need a babysitter," [she grumbled, rolling over so her back was to him and settling deeper into the bed.]

"Alright." [He was reasonably, if not entirely, confident that Peter would help her soon enough, so he headed to leave, as there was little else he could do here.] "I'll go, but if there's anything else I can do...you know where to find me. Don't avoid asking, I just want to help. Get some rest, I'll see you later." [When he'd have to figure out what he was even supposed to do, as well as whatever had happened to her.]

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