Mara rebuffed Leona's compliment on the shoes, which nonplussed her just a little bit.  Dirty or not, she could see how they would have been before the dirt.  Would've been great with any number of outfits she had in her own closet.  But that became mostly unimportant as she started asking about fin...

Leona took up the thread of conversation.  Though she sounded calm, she did back up a step. "Should we be?  We might be able to assume something else is going on if you haven't already started trying to kill us.  We can hope, anyway."  She said.  As she waited for the response, she glanced...

The pizza seemed to merit becoming the topic of discussion.  Leona was kind of mad that she couldn't place its origin.  Considering what had happened in the park, her own lack of attentiveness was starting to bother her.  Starting to scratch her credibility as an illusionist. "Four slices.  We'...

Leona had finished wrapping her new knife by the time Chris had pulled out something much better than a shard of glass.  She raised an eyebrow at the hardware.  She was all set and ready to ask him if he might have another one of those knocking around when someone else announced her presence, soundi...

Leona plucked the shard of glass gingerly out of Chris's hand.  She turned it over, eyeing it, tongue working on the inside of her cheek. "This'll do."  She stared at it for a second longer.  "With a little modification, maybe.  Can't go cutting myself up with my own weapon, can I?&qu...

Leona gave a slow now. "Talking's good.  Talking's a lot better than dying." She unslung her pack from her shoulders, unzipped it and removed one of her bottles of water.  She took a pull from it before capping it and replacing it in her bag. "Speaking of weapons, would you happen to ...

There was another voice and suddenly Leona was wishing she had picked up a rock after all.  Not that it would have done her much good.  When she wheeled around in her seat to look at the owner of the voice, she doubted she would have been able to accomplish much.  The kid was in shape.  Leona though...

((Leona Van Kamp continued from Forever...Forever... )) For the first time since arriving on the island, Leona Van Kamp was awake.  As she spent the last day fleeing from the scene of Matt's murder, she made the realization almost in passing.  She hadn't really let it sink in what was going on.  It ...

A boy in a cowboy hat with a wicked looking rifle had exited the house.  He seemed focused on the corner, and Leona pulled back, even as she felt Rebecca look over her shoulder.  Even as Rebecca's right knee had straightened up despite the obvious strain.   A beat, and Leona looked at it, chewing th...

Leona didn't answer at first.  She kept her eyes on the house.  It took a moment for her to realize that Rebecca had even said anything. She pressed her shoulder harder into the side of the house, thinking.  Thinking about what Rebecca said.  Thinking about what she herself had said.  What was the a...

Maybe Leona was served well by the fact that right now she didn't know or care who Logan was, but she was thinking clearly.  And her thoughts were telling her that going anywhere near the house was a suboptimal idea. Leona caught Rebecca by the bicep and started pulling her, a little roughly, back. ...

The story wasn't all that funny.  But it was pure Rebecca, so Leona smiled.  The smile was wiped clean quickly as the burst of gunfire ripped through the neighborhood.  Her eyes snapped to the house across the way and her shoulders slumped as she really that yes, this was all happening again.  She w...

Leona opened her own arms out low, catching Rebecca and completing her half of the hug. "Yep.  Just like magic."  She gave her a squeeze, feeling better than she had since getting on the island.  She was the entertainer, and she had her assistant back.  Everythng was back in alignment. Alm...

Leona hadn't noticed the boy until he was leaving.  He had a chat with Rebecca, and then took off across the street.  She was alright with that.  It wasn't in her interest at the time to break in a new person, prior acquaintance of Rebecca or not. Leona waited from where she stood on the sidewalk, w...

((Leona Van Kamp continued from Exposure )) The saying went, "Fortune favors the bold" , but Leona never cared for that construction.  It was never how anything shaked out, really.  She had seen luck put a foot to the hindquarters of all kinds of people that got a little too courageous for...