Port Graham [Original]

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As Whitey picked up the figurine, it started to glow brightly; suddenly a flash of light brighten the area quickly. 

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Cement was working on a paper-sheet, which details the estimated amount of time to rebuild this entire port. “If we get enough Californite tomorrow, we can rebuild this within a few days. Oh, and looks like the medical teams are finally arriving to pick up the rest of the people and take them to Hero City City for treatments…” He closes his eyes and gritted his eyes the moment the flash of light appeared. “What in tarnation?!” 

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As the flash of light disperse, a tall, medium build man appeared before the young woman. His facial expression seemingly glooms as he looked around. “Where am I…?” He asked, confused about his whereabouts.
 
"Wahh!!" Whitney exclaimed in surprise, unaware of where the little toy went and how the man suddenly appeared before her. "Y-you're in Port Graham, sir. Are you lost? I didn't see you under the rubble. You're not hurt are you?" She stood up and immediately walked around him to look for any signs of injury. "Cause if you are, they have a couple doctors coming here for everyone else."
 
The tall man turned to the young woman. “No… I’m not hurt…” He responded. “I don’t remember being here at all… the last thing I remember was being in some cold, windy place… nothing but whiteness and a mysterious voice invaded my mind… telling me to do something.” He grabbed his head, making up his mane-like hair, trying to recall what transpired. “Damn… it hurts…” He crouched downward—still taller than Whitney despite of this—in pain of trying to remember. He looks up to Whitney.

“Port Graham… I was supposed to do something here… but now my memories… they have scattered.”
 
"Well, there was a big ruckus that happened, and a bunch of buildings got destroyed in the process. I'm actually kind of foggy on the details myself... I remember there was a robot on the loose that totally wrecked our diner! I kinda blacked out after that cause I fell under all the rubble. Maybe you hit your head from all the stuff falling and forgot?" Whitney scratched her cheek. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be of much use if you remembered now anyway. There's nothing to do here with everyone trying to get the place fixed up... And that also means I won't have a job for the next couple of days..." She trailed off before getting an idea. "I take it you don't live here? If my apartment complex is still intact, I don't mind letting you crash on my couch for a while until you can get back on your feet."
 
Broly stare at Whitney for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Alright… take me to your quarters…” It is beats better than wondering around aimlessly for days on in. “Perhaps my memory can return if I get enough rest.”
 
"Yay! I haven't had anyone stay at my place in forever! I'm used to eating dinner all by myself and everything, but now I have someone to share this cake with! It's kinda big just for me and I wouldn't want it to get all dry as leftovers." Whitney excitedly brandished her boxed-up souvenir from the cake shop in Hero City City. "Let's get goin' then!" Without hesitation, she took Broly's hand and began to pull him in the direction of her apartment complex. "It's been such a crazy day, I forgot I haven't eaten anything since early this morning. We'll probably end up with a few power surges, so I should probably cook up whatever I have in the fridge before any of it goes bad..." She wasn't as adept at cooking as the frycooks at the diner, but she was sure she could whip up a good dinner that wasn't instant noodles for the fifth time.
 
Broly sweated when Whitney suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him. “A meal… I do have the desire for food… this hunger strike me. I can eat anything…” He looked around the damaged town, the abundance of debris, the amount of people being rounded by the Heroes Organization Medical team. 

“Who are they…? They dress differently than you or the rest of the people being gathered by them…” His memories continue to be fuzzy.
 
"Eh? Oh. I think those guys are the doctors that Hero City City sent out to help people who got hurt," Whitney explained. "They have some really great medicine. It made me feel much better the minute I drank it, and I was pinned under rubble for probably an hour! Drywall is a lot heavier than it looks." Approaching her apartment complex, which looked to have taken some heavy damage on the roofing and towards the end, Whitney made a concerned look. "Oh yeah-- how rude of me -- my name is Whitney. What's yours, if your memory isn't too bad?" She asks Broly.
 
“B-broly…” Broly said immediately. “It seems that I can still recall my own name, so I guess I’m on the right track on memory lane.” He looked at the apartment complex in ruins. “This is where you live…? Whoever did this seems… strong…” Broly grabbed his head once more, seemingly recalling something for a moment. “Strong…” But his memory was interrupted when his stomach made a loud curling sound. “Seems that I’m hungry… let’s head inside.”
 
"I guess so, but whoever had the idea of destroying our town must be a total jerk!" Whitney said angrily as she entered the complex, fuming at the recollection. "The Port's out of the way and doesn't have anything special about it-- heck, we're probably the most quiet town in all of Empire State! What reason would someone have to hurt so many innocent people that were minding their business like any other day!? Geez... Well, I guess the heroes they sent out to deal with the problem fixed it for now. But that means I won't have a job for a few days at least. I'd just get in the way of things being fixed up, and I would feel bad about leaving you here on your own." After leading Broly up some flights of stairs, they arrived at her apartment. The lights appeared to flicker every few moments or so, indicating that electricity was only barely stable-- an outage seemed fairly imminent.

"Make yourself at home!" Whitney said as she unlocked her door to open it, immediately heading for her kitchen nook. "Let's see what's in the fridge, since I don't want any perishables getting gross. Hmm, there's milk, orange juice... I've got a lot of raw meat I need to get rid of if we'll be without electricity tonight, so I guess we can have a fancy taco night?"
 
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