Baby
Everything's left up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
'Cos I can't turn to you when it all falls apart

A red headed girl was walking down a platform in the subway of new york. A usual sight in an average city in the United States of America. Maybe she would completley fit in if she wasn't a genetic manipulation on the run, but that wasn't important. As the clock ticked above her head she waited for it to hit twelve and signal her train coming in. Emily Brown sat on a bench, her senses alert as she watched passers by nervously. Anyone of them could be in the Squad for all she knew. shut up she told herself. It was just her paranoia, no one would be here...

Crossing her legs over carefully in her black pencil skirt, traditional work uniform. She then accompanied her average work clothing with a white blouse, a pair of tights and black court shoes. The hotel ket all of her nice clothes for entertaining, so normally she arrived looking like any other guest at the hotel. Being an entertainer in the likes of singing she was doing quite well for only a seventeen year old. Flicking the dark curls over her shoulders she watched the station with emerald eyes. She could still feel the hairs on the back of her neck prickling with apprehension, something was wrong.

oh no don't go changing
thats what you told me from the start
thought you were something different
that's when it all just fell apart

Emily's eyes glistened, the emerald green like a signal, shining bright. Not knowing what to say she walked with the girl when she realised something that made her pulse skip a few beats. The girl hadn't actually introduced herself. She wondered whether to ask, but she couldn't without introducing herself at the same time, which could prove difficult. Maybe she would have to just go with it, the world was full of risks.

So remind me of your name again she said in her usual carefree tones It was funny how people could judge someone on looks and voices, when in fact these exact points were what made Emily so misinterpreted. She was actually very cautious, but her fly away curls gave the impression she was a bouncy carefree individual. Her emerald eyes made her seem dangerous, or rather, a lover of danger. In fact her whole life she had been in danger and trying to avoid it. Last her sweet tones made her seem innocent, when she was all but...

like you're so perfect
and I can't measure up
ut I'm not perfect
just all messed up