Superhero Rp

Sirens could still be heard faintly throughout the city even though it had been over a week since the breakout at the prison. A few had been surprised to find out that particularly powerful villains were being kept locked up underneath the statue of liberty but others, mainly the heroes who had put the villains there, had known about it. Inside the facility villains were incarcerated and tried to be made more sane or fit to go about in the modern world but others who were very powerful were being left to stay there until they died, the authorities not sure what to do with these super powered menaces. But when the breakout happened the city had gone to hell for a week straight as heroes rose up to battle old and new foes that had been eager for a fight after being locked up for so long. As it stands now a tense calm has settled over the city as the villains and heroes have stopped fighting for the moment to retreat to their corners, set up their defenses, call up old friends and agents and begin working things anew as the city desperately tries to rebuild the ruined prison as well as the parts of the city destroyed in the ensuing fights.


Despite all that had happened and with his assisted escape, Edward was currently working at setting up the extra touches on his day club as partiers continued to stream into the building. Music could be heard thrumming through both the building and a little down the street, he had done his best to make it so there wouldn’t be too much noise pollution that would end up getting him shut down. The bar looked pretty unprotected but as soon as someone started getting out of line, guards Edward had specially hired and trained would come out of the walls from seemingly nowhere to stop any fights that cropped up. It was a bit of a game in and of itself, people seeing if they could spot the guards who were pretty well hidden within the walls and also seeing what they could get away with.

Outside Edward was busy checking the covering of the wall of the front of his club, making sure it was still healthy and getting it to stand out even more so by being one of the flashier displays of plant life within the city. Grabbing onto a vine and sliding down it to the base of the steps he looked up at the jungle-looking covering to the front of his club, the thick wooden doors covered in a kind of moss that felt tingly and smooth to the touch. He had been working on getting a small waterfall to trickle down one side of the building but as of yet had no success. Wiping his brow he scratched at the grassy shirt he had on, going for a more savanna feel today so his attire consisted of long, tan strings of grass that went down to his elbows, his pants made of an assortment of shorter grass shoots and mosses while his shoes looked like bark. He had been approached before by people a lot that week who were curious if he was a superhero, especially with his shop appearing so rapidly in succession to the breakouts. To this he just smiled and chuckled, claiming he was no hero, he had gotten a spontaneous burst from the breakout and decided to have some fun and start a club, something he had always wanted to do but never got around to doing it.

Jasmin pulls her hood of her hoodie up as she skates by a long line of people out side of Edwards bar. As the people talk among them selves she lets her cat, Mouse, walk among them. As the people stop to pet or pick up the cat, she use the distraction to pick pockets an purses. After five minutes she skates down the ally way an once far enough down so any one passing by can't see what she is doing she begins to go through the wallets an tacks out the money an pockets it. After she dose that she skates by again an slips the wallets back into each person pock or purse with out mixing them up.
As she skates away her cat jumps up an sits on her shoulder an purrs to her.
"Not a bad evening Mouse. Lets go find some food." Jasmine says as they skate away.

Zia adjusts his shirt collar and looks about before trying to tame his hair he looks at the new club before turning to leave. He adjusts his glasses before stalking away not one up to being for clubs and all. He strolls down the street watching the streets. He starts back for his shop. "Ah gloria any business?"
The gothic punk chick looks up and blows a bubble gum that off sets her black hair for a moment before saying, " No. And i thought tonight was your night off to find a chick."
"Eh im not into the club scene." He heads to the back up to his room.
"Z! its been a slow night. you don't want to come out for a night on the town with me?" Zia looks back and arches his eyebrows quizzically.
"I suppose it cant hurt. Help me lock up." She crosses her arms over her chest and smirks.
"WIll do but we are going to look over your stuff for something better." Zia frowns at this not liking the idea but shrugs. she smiles as her white porcelain face shows her glee. They quickly lock up and she raids his closet before pulling out a Minty green suit. She hols it against him before smirking. "Can i call you mister minty fresh?"
He chuckles as he says reconising the reference, " No im not black and i have no Pimp car, or desert eagles." She smirks before pulling out some worn out clothing and throws them at him. " Put those on." He shakes his head and goes into the other room as he slips on the torn jeans and the old athletics shirt. "Aww you look adorable out of your normal clothing. And you are quite a looker when your not in your collared shirts."
"I like them." She laughs and hooks her arm about his as she drags him down the stiars to that new club.

Lance walks quietly down a crowded street weaving his way though the crowd of people, the skull design on his hoodie seems to tense briefly before he takes a turn into an alley way near Edward's bar, a voice rings in his head. "<Grrr....I want to wreck havoc on this city once more! They deserve it after all they have done to us Lance.>" Lance clinches his fist and growls. "Need to be smart...think of a good idea to take a shot at this city and it's heroes." The skull tenses again as Wrath growls again. "<The heroes! We shall not be taken down again!>" Lance nods and puts his hood up as he exits the alley and walks past Edward's bar, he takes a moment to examine the plant life then shakes his head. "Annoying vegetation." He mumbles before carrying on heading away from the bar.

While the others were enjoying themselves at - or outside - the day bar, Denis was in his office cubicle filling out reports for his 'superiors'. The days were always slow for him, but at least they paid him decently and gave him time to think. And thinking time was something very underrated this day and age. Apparently, some of the cities toughest super villains were alive and kicking and had just been sitting under the statue of liberty - not the most ideal location for a prison, if he had to say so. Where might they be? Who might be amongst them? Who would they be going after?

Regardless of all this, he was almost unconcerned: He couldn't think of anyone who'd want to go after him. At least, not him first and foremost. There'd probably be some sort of heads up if someone wanted his head. Until then, he'd just keep up with his job, and try not to make any new foes.

As Jasmine comes to a halt at a hotdog stand to buy some food she sees a pair of cops are already there getting their hotdogs. The cops ignore her as they are more focused on the report they are getting has their attention, some super powered villain who uses fire had just broke into a bank and stolen the primary codes for the banking’s security system, meaning that once he got away he could drain the bank of all of its cash within minutes. The cops sighed wearily since the guy was currently burning his way through central park and bullets were not being as effective against him. While one of the cops paid for their hotdog the other spoke over his radio, “well call the fire department and hose the guy, if metal doesn’t work go for water and see what that does.”


While heading towards the club, Zia sees that he is behind a pair of pedestrians who are chatting about the same club he and Gloria are heading to. The people in front of him are talking excitedly and he overhears one say, “yeah I heard about that guy, isn’t he still in the hospital with half his arm looking like it was drenched in acid?” The other nodded, both disturbed yet excited, “yeah, they found him curled up at the back of the club and clutching his arm, it looked like he was trying to break in though, but do you really think the owner of this club is that crazy to use acid in keeping his club safe?” The first one to speak shook his head before starting to pick up his pace, “I don’t know but I’m gonna find out for myself, come-on the club isn’t too far away.”


While he is passing an alleyway Lance overhears some bums huddled together who are talking about how a few of them had to abandon one of their favorite nesting grounds because of some odd black oil that had started to appear. If he stayed to listen he heard one say, “that’s a load of bullshit, oil doesn’t just appear out of thin air like that and what’s more, how can you choke on the dam stuff, it’s not like it’s got a life of its own.” Another one waved a bottle in the others direction, “nah, nah I swear it’s true. I woke up and was going to get Jim so we could get in line early but he was dead, that oil stuff was all over his face, looked like he had drown in it or somethin.”


Denis hears an explosion followed by the sound of shattering glass and screams take place very nearby. Looking up from his cubicle he sees eight thugs wearing hockey masks with pistols breaking into the front of his office and yelling out, “everybody get over here and down on the ground now!” One thug stayed at the entrance way and was waiting for the cops to show up, seeing that their diversionary explosion was working, while the other three started to filter through the office and round up the workers.

Jasmine freeze as she over hears the cops talking. She drop the money she just stole in the hot dog vendor's tip jar an skates towards the park. As the vendor is gawking at how much he just got in tips he fails to notice Mouse stealing a jumbo hot-dog an bun as well as a thing of ketchup. AS she nears the park she munches on her food an shares it with Mouse.
".... Is it you dad? There were other fire powered villeins. Ya think its him Mouse?" she asks her cat who is eating its share of the hot-dog. She looks up an meows at her.

Zia hearing this slows down a bit to keep them in hearing range before Gloria's hand closes about his arm and pulls him along. "Hey i was listening."
She smiles and shifts her hold to pull him along while making them look like a couple. "Yeah well if your looking for a girl you might want to hurry along. He looks rather sheepish as he mutters, " Sometimes i think im already a whipped boyfriend for you."
She gives him a sweet look and says playfully, " Aww that's so cute you think your equal to me like that. Your like my adorable pet that i keep for the benefits."
He smiles as he says playfully back with an Igor lisp, " Yes mistress any thing else i can do for you?" He laughs as she shoves him away with a mocking glare. His eyes widen as he hears a honk and a car swerving to miss him followed by, 'Fucken ass hole! Watch whacha doing.' Zia gets back onto the side walk and Gloria rubs her head realizing she almost put her boss in the hospital. "Sorr.." He waves her off and smiles, " Im still alive that's what matters but lets head to that club." He walks next to her as they wait to get in and he keeps his hand on his wallet as they wait, wondering about the acid attack.

Denis quickly complied with his captors and threw himself onto the floor alongside co-workers. Whatever they were doing, they were armed and in control - that's all it took to tell Basil that he'd be suicidal to act otherwise.

The intruders were armed with pistols, which seemed a bit odd for those armed with explosives. Similarly, he could spot the hockey masks, but couldn't make out any sort of body armor. A bunch of random thugs didn't sound right, but neither did an organized hit from one of the top dogs. Was some new villain making a show? A grand entry to their city?

Lance pauses and glances over at the bums and listens to their chat about the odd black 'oil' for a moment before slowly walking over and speaking up for all of them to hear him. "Where was this at...? And what exactly is this...oil?" He asked and glanced around at the bums as he tapped his foot slowly while waiting for an answer, the skull tensing again.

Jasmine’s way to the park is hampered by the hasty barricades that are being set up by the cops who are trying to keep the civilians out of harm’s way as they wait for either a super hero to arrive and help deal with the villain or for themselves to manage to subdue the villain. What she can see is a charred trail as the villain had blazed its path straight from a bank and through the park, going the most direct route it can to escape with its goods. As for the villain itself she can’t get a good look at him, his form looking like someone covered in a sheet of flames and skating over the ground as he makes his way for the subway. The area surrounding the park is in chaos as fire trucks wheel in and start spraying the flames to try and control the fires while the cops are shooting at the villain to try and bring him down.


When Zia gets to the club he sees that there is a short line outside of what looks like a section of the rain forest with an open wooden/mossy door wide open and admitting those of age, the sound of music booming from inside. When they get up to the door they see a pair of burly guards who are in standard attire, nothing special to get them to fit into the jungle scene since they are just here to do their jobs. They wait for Zia and Gloria to show their IDs before letting them inside. The interior of the club had the basic outline of a bar with a DJ station at the back but aside from that it looked different from any bar they had ever seen.

Edward was behind a counter that looked like bark yet was covered in some plant-like cover to make it smooth, mimicking the feeling of a very natural feeling plastic. The chairs were very comfortable, padded with moss and sturdy yet were just the seat with no sides so if someone got too drunk they would slip off and hit the ground. Behind the bar counter there was a line of assorted bottles of various alcohols hanging by assorted vines which Edward simply had to grab and pull off from their resting spot to serve.

The roof of the building was almost clear, formed by a connecting network of vines or sheets of plant-matter. The rest of the interior looked like it was taken straight from the middle of a jungle, several tables situated near the entrance so people could sit together with their drinks instead of having to be crammed at the bar.


The three thugs swept through the office to pull out anyone who had been hiding or cowering and dragged them to the front of the office. While the three who had swept through the office stalked through the floor just to keep an eye on people and make sure they stayed put, the remaining four started to take the valuables from the office workers, seeming particularly determined to get everyone’s cell phones and stash them in their loot bag.

As sirens blared outside to signal the cops arrival, Denis saw that his kidnappers were acting unusually calm, as if this had all been planned or that they were used to this sort of thing. Despite having no body armor, the thug who had been at the front of the office and watching for the cops was keeping himself very exposed and the others didn’t seem too concerned for their safety either. When the cops came too close a few of the thugs opened fire on the cops and shouted out that they had hostages and were willing to kill them. One of the thugs who had collected everyone’s valuables took the bag and started making for the back door of the building, the rest of his crew going along with this without any objection to their loot being taken.


The bums look over at Lance and one snorts, “why should we tell you, eh boy? Yer so keen to listen in but you gotta give to get.” Another one spoke up, revealing his blackening teeth with a smile, “yah, money, food, whatcha got boy? We ain’t as lucky as you so give a hand.”

Jasmine frowns at the blockades in her way but quickly begin to sweep around to hopefully cut off the man wrapped in fire before he gets to the subway. She tacks advantage of the chaos to duck under the barriers and into the park. Once in the sounds of the madness is still their but fades into the background as she makes her way through. The sound of the wheels of her skate board seem very loud in her ears as she close in. As she comes around a corn she stops as she sees him, she still can't see if its her father but she can't stop her self from saying, "Dad?" it sounds horribly loud in her ears though she barley said it louder then a whisper.

Lance grumbles and glares at them all then reachs into his pocket and to pull out a 10 dollar bill and hands it over to them. "Here, this should be enough for the information, which I would love to have, now." He demanded and twitched, the skull tensing and twitching, Wrath ready to come out if things go for the worst with these hobos.

*Vladimir had been having a bad morning. He woke up that morning on a park bench in Central Park, with only some plastic-bottle vodka as a clue to where he was the night before. Then he found out he had lost his wallet. Again. Fortunately he'd taken to filling his wallets with razor blades, since it wasn't like he had much money these days, he'd have to sell his kidneys again soon. So, it's no surprise that he is in a rather poor mood when the sirens start getting closer. He draws his pistol and starts walking towards the source of the sound, grumbling irritably. Fortunately he was already in the area when the barricades went down, so there is, presumably, no explaining needing to be done for the hung over man with a desert eagle. He staggers towards the painfully bright, fiery supervillain and throws his vodka at him which probably would've been more impressive if it hadn't been in a plastic bottle*
Hey khuyesos (cocksucker, in Russian)! I think the Fantastic Four want their flamer back, so get back in your leotard and piss off.
*Vladimir raises the Desert Eagle and grins like the coming of a gingivitis apocalypse*
I don't know if the cops' little peashooters will hit you, but if you don't stop giving me a headache right now, I will shoot you between the eyes, hollow out your fireproof skull and use it as an ashtray, and believe me, a shot from this punches through almost anything, so that's probably shooting and hollowing out all in one go.

They were calm. That... was not good. It was then that a concept hit him: What if this was not everyone part of the party? Could there be someone waiting outside to attack the police? He'd seen the movies: Hell, he'd seen the news. Villains weren't all the cliche comic "I SHALL ROB A BANK!" dramatics, they were competent and dangerous individuals with their own agenda. An agenda that he couldn't yet make out.

One of the bunch was heading out a back door, and... might they all be the same person? Denis tried to get a good look at the body-size and posture of the people. There were some multi-men that he had heard of, and this type of trick was right up their alley: Eight individuals, perhaps more, with the real one hiding someplace safe miles away.

Zia looks about the place quite impressed with the decor before he finds a Drink in his hand and he frowns slightly as he smells the alcohol. Gloria smiles at him and nudges him to drink. " Come on drink up. and damd your religion." Zia shakes his head at her disregarding his own preferences.
"I rather not. I like being clear minded." Which was quite truthful and he has seen what achohol could do to people far to clearly. He walks up to a random person and asks if they want the drink before Gloria tries to drag him away cupping her hand about his so he cant give it up.
"Your being a party pooper." Zia shakes his head and rubs his forehead as he softly says to her, "I don't drink because of my child hood. I have seen the true face of what it can do to someone and those they love. " He pulls his hand from her losses hold and places it on the counter as he asks for a virgin dackery. He ignores the upset looking goth chick who is looming behind him, in her Lolita out fit. He sips his drink after paying and trys to get the bartender's attention, " Is it true about the acid attack? Man lost his arm to some very potentate acid?" Zia feels Gloria hook her finger about the loops on the back of his pants and pulls down lightly to get Zia to back petal to keep her from slowly pulling his pants down. "Hey! Stop that." He pulls his pants up as a reassurance as he turns about to glare at her before being pulled into a dance. He grips her hand with his free one while his drink presses against her back before falling into step with her to the music and hisses into her ear, " I thought this was to find someone for me not a date for you to get extra points for possable raise."
"Can't a girl try?" She smirks at him as they dance with her drink near his head so he can smell the alcohol. He spins her away and into another guy's hold and she looks quite surprised and infuriated as he smiles and waves at her before trying to find out more.

Whether the villain heard Vladimir or not over the sound of sirens and things burning was debatable but the plastic bottle which flew by his vision was enough to get him to look in Vladimir’s direction. Seeing a disgruntled bum with a gun the villain had one thought, “crispy!” and not even breaking stride as he continued to make for the nearest subway, he whipped his arm around and simultaneously sent a cone of flames at Vladimir to set him aflame.

He didn’t even seem phased by the sight of the gun and just kept going. In fact the only thing which gave him pause was when a fire truck had finally managed to get within range and use its hose against the villain. As soon as the water hit the villain’s leg a large puff of steam came up and the leg not only was now shown to be covered in hardened magma but was no longer flaming. This diverted the villain’s attention to start torching the fire truck while continuing to move away, albeit at a slower pace.


The bums took the money from Lance but since they saw they had someone willing to give them money they weren’t ready to give up information so easily. While one stashed away the money another looked at Lance with a bigger smile, “well for that little I guess we can tell you that there is an old bar with a hollowed basement where we had been. As for exactly where this place is that will cost you even more.”


Denis couldn’t see any similarities between the robbers so they were not multiples of a single person. Before he could ponder this more the rest of the thugs each grabbed one of the cowering office members and pulled them up like a body shield but they were doing it in a careless manner, still leaving themselves open for any shot that could come from the police. The one who had gone out the back door did not come back, seeming to have left the rest of his gang. The ones holding the hostages at gun point moved to the front of the store and started issuing demands to the police that ranged from money to food and tickets to the super bowl.


Edward was looking over at some customers curiously as they had come up to his bar yet were complaining how their money was missing, they had been robbed. When he started telling them to talk with the security guards about it, Zia came up to him to ask the straightforward question about the acid incident. Well it was a question that had come up several times already and giving Zia a polite smile he fell into the same explanation he had told the other inquisitive people. In the end it didn’t matter to him, the people bought their drinks so he was getting some revenue, “yes it is true, acid is much cheaper than other security systems I could buy and it has several added benefits. First anyone who gets hit with acid will be going to the hospital so that makes the would-be thieves very easy to track. Second it will dissuade others from trying to break in since how many people do you know would want to break into someplace where they know they could get splashed with acid? And thirdly it adds even more uniqueness to my club so that’ll draw even more people. Heck you came didn’t you?”

Smiling broadly he nodded at Gloria, “so women troubles? I have a couple drinks or things which you could use if you want help with smoothing things over with the misses.”

Jasmine had finely gotten a good look an this hot wasn't her old man. As she watched she saw Vladimir stumble up an throw something at him then raise a gun.
"Oh the gods damned fool!" she says as she kicks off an gains speed and barrels into Vladimir and using the momentum to carry both of them to the ground as the hot head unleashes a cone of fire. She feels her back get very hot an rolls off of Vladimir to put the fire that had cause on her grey hoody out. She can feel her skin is tender an sore like a very bad sunburn.
"The jerk burns hot." she grumbles to Mouse who hiss at the fiery villein. As she looks over she sees the fire trunk an idea hits her, "Hey mouse get ready. Were gonna have some fun." she says as she slips away and hides as she pulls out the mask of her costume an ties up her hair under it then pulls out her black gia shirt and puts it on. As the fire truck takes aim an hits the hot head with water the steam that happens is used by Mouse to run up and grab the bag with the access codes in them. As the fiery villeins attention is split between the cat that just took his prize an taking out the fire truck Jasmine now disguised skates past him and crouches and plunges a pencil into the back of his non fiery leg and cause him to fall backwards from the sudden attack.
She skates forward an picks up Mouse not bothering to look back cause if that little ambush attack didn't cripple him she knew he'd be up and after her. She skates straight for the lake running over all the things she could do to lose him or cause him to fire down so it would be a more even fight. At this point the hung over Vladimir is out of her minde other then the one though, WHY THE HELL DID I PUT MY NECK ON THE LINE FER SOME DRUNK BUM!?

Zia smiles at the answer he got and laughs light heartedly. " Sounds like something i need for my own shop. Something that protects and draws more people in. But so far waving a gun about and knowing basic fighting seems to work" As Edward motions over to Gloria he sighs and shakes his head, " Ah well she works for me and says i need to unwind and find someone to do." He leans against the bar side and sighs as he remembers how persistent she was with trying to get him to find someone to go out with. "Its more like She is trying to give me woman troubles with a possible girlfriend. Haven't been able to tell her that my schual is a bit too busy for a relation ship without her trying to pry into my life." Zia watches her before he asks questionably, " got anything strong to quickly put her over her limit so i have an acceptable reason to leave? I'm paying." He pulls out his wallet and draws a couple of 20 bills not quite sure how much good alcohol costs.

Lance growled and glared at the bum who spoke to him. "I gave you your money, it is all I have on me. Tell me what I wish to know, now." He demaned and clinched his fist, his eyes darting from bum to bum as he twitched a bit and the skull wavering on his shirt as Wrath slowly starts taking over Lance if the information must be...'negotiated' for. Which neither Wrath or Lance would be upset with that.

Meanwhile, at Empire State University...

The campus was abuzz with all manner of activity, as in one particular classroom, Doctor Alastor White went about teaching his students as they took down notes. Today's lecture was on ancient Spartan society, and as the end of period neared, Alastor had just gotten up to military life. "...Now, Spartan men remained in the active reserve until age sixty. Men were encouraged to marry at age twenty, but could not live with their families until they left their active military service at age thirty. They called themselves "homoioi", or equals, pointing to their common lifestyle and the discipline of the phalanx, which demanded that no soldier be superior to his comrades. Thucydides reports that when Spartans went to war, their wives, or another women of some significance, would tell them...?"

Alastor looked around, waiting for someone to raise their hands. "Somebody, please." A young lady sitting in the front row raised her hand, and Alastor pointed at her, prompting her to say "Come back with your shield, or on it." "Very good,Sally," Alastor replied, adjusting his glasses as he checked his watch. "And I'm afraid that does it for today's lecture. We'll pick up on Friday, and don't forget: Your next test is open notes." Alastor waited for the class to empty out before returning to his office, and switching on a CD player to one of Beethoven's songs. As he sat in his chair to read a little before his next class, an all-too-familiar voice echoed in his head. "Honestly, now. I don't know how you do the same thing over and over again like this every day without going crazy. Truly, you humans always seem to find some way to amaze me." Alastor smiled as he flipped through a few pages to where he last left off in this one particular book. "Well, Thanatos, if you do something long enough, I guess you start finding that you enjoy it. Besides, I've always had a love for enlightening inquisitive young minds."

(i waited but Rusty, the rp must move on!)

When Jasmine stabbed the villain in the back of the leg, it gave enough of an opening for the flaming fire truck to hit him with a greater blast of water and now extinguish most of his lower body and half of his chest. Still having one flaming leg to skip-slide along on he turned to chase after Jasmine, yelling, “give me those codes!” He started lobbing cones of flame at her to try and cut off her path if not hit her altogether so she would be going in his direction. Their abrupt turn to go deeper into the park towards the lake prevented the fire truck from easily getting at the villain as the trees provided some cover and the truck had to maneuver around them.


Edward started making a drink, an interested look on his face, “where is your shop and what do you sell there? And if that is what you want for her, here you go.” He takes a single 20 and hands Zia a clear looking drink, “that should do it, come back again but just know there will be an entrance fee of 10 bucks, since this is my opening day I’m giving free admittance to everyone.” He points over at a box that was hard to pick out at a first glance but after looking at it for a few seconds it becomes clear, “also if you have any suggestions to improve the club be it food, drink, or other than leave it there. I can provide the paper if needed.”


One bum started looking uneasy at Lance’s aggression but the others didn’t seem to mind, “hey hey hey, keep yer cool, getting upset won’t get you anything. Now if that is all the money you have on you then ahm sure you’ve got credit cards, buy us some food and booze and Then we’ll tell you.”

Jasmines musical laughter filters back to the hot head in hope of egging him on. As she ducks and weaves she gets far enough ahead so that her mocking laughter is all that he can hear and use to track her. She hides skate board behind a bush near the edge of the lake. Mouse hides under along with her skate board and use her tail to rustles it ever now and them to make it look like someone is hiding behind it. Jasmine dunks her black gia into the water soaking it for her next part of her plane. After setting that up Jasmine climbs a tree and finds a large knot hole and shoves the bag with the bank codes into it and as far down as it will go. She stays motionless and hidden and listens as the hot head gets closer. Even with the completely soaked gia she can fell the heat of the fires as it slowly spreads but from the hissing noise it sounds as if the fire truck managed to hit him with more water.
Hheh, if my plane works hes bout ta take a bath weather he likes it or not., she thinks as she crouches lower and hides on the branch over looking the fake hiding spot. As soon as he got in position she could spring on him and carry him into the water and douse his fire and then it be an even fight and she could come back and claim her prize when everything cooled off. She listened to the crackling of the fire and waited in her concealed fire place as she wondered how she was going to use the bank codes.

Lance eyed the uneasy bum and grinned evily. "I have no credit cards or anything of the like." He glares at the rest of the bums and points at one growling. "Tell us this instant or you WILL die horribly. Understand?" His grin just grew wider as a pair of tendrils slowly started forming at his back and remained hidden.

Superbowl ti- did their collective intelligence just drop suddenly? From armed criminals hiding their faces with access to explosives, they went to a bunch of sports fanatics pissed off they missed ticket sales. Something most definitely was not right in this scenario.

Of course, being planted face-first into the floor with several armed gunmen aiming at him left little room to investigate further, let alone protest the absurdity. And where were the blasted heroes of this town? Something had to be going on, otherwise this tardiness was poor even for them. Someone best show up soon. I really hope it's not a Rorschach.