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Post by bigdad November 12th 2011, 2:16 pm

The sun shone through the demolished roof of the old warehouse. Greg O’Flanigen flinched slightly. The sunlight struck his face making him groan as he awoke slowly. Last night. OH God. Last night he almost died at the hands of a meta-human who fancied himself a vampire. That guy was twisted. Greg sat up on the old tattered couch he used as a bed. He looked around. There, on a small coffee table he salvaged from a scrap yard, was his helmet, staring back at him with those triple lens goggles built into its head piece. Greg got up. He stretched. On the back of his neck and head were cuts brought upon by the helmet’s straps. The super powered maniac pulled so hard on his helmet, the straps dug into his skin slightly. He could feel his muscles flex and loosen from a night of uncomfortable sleep. His body still hurt from last night’s fight but it wasn’t unbearable. He could move as swiftly as always. And that was good enough for him.

He looked around at his temporary lodgings. Greg had quite enough money back in Westmoor City he earned through various ways (most of them involve killing or fighting), but he didn’t have another identity. If he did and could actually pose as simple citizen he would have gotten himself a hotel room. But no. Leading two lives at once would be catastrophic for the mission because sooner or later the two lives he would lead would collide and mess up each other. No double lives. No secret identity. That meant constantly moving in secrecy and resourcefulness. Once on a mission out of town he had to spend his resting hours in the sewers of San Francisco. It’s the life he had chosen. No need sense in complaining about it.
After a few more minutes of stretching and exercising, Greg took his helmet. He looked into those goggles. He could fell the feeling of being the Red Hunter coming over him. He slowly placed it on and tightened the straps. Then a hiss of pressure was heard and the helmet clung to his skin tightly. The mouth piece was the only part of it that wasn’t air tight.

Two things rushed through his mind. One was that the police were now aware of his presence in New York since last night’s incident. Second was that in fighting the shadow manipulator he had forgotten the real reason he came to this stupid city for, the murderer and rapist who got away from him back in Westmoor City. He looked at his bike, leaning against the warehouse wall. He was tempted to take it and use it to move around the city faster, but that would cause unwanted attention. So he decided to go on foot and stick to the shadows and “rooftop express”.
He pushed the sliding door open slightly and stepped into the day light, sliding the door closed behind him.

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Post by Alpha November 12th 2011, 2:42 pm

Elena stepped into the rather spacious black limosine she had grown accoustomed to being driven around in. When she needed to go somewhere, just had to call a driver, and there it was. Pristine with a high gloss that reflected the sun beautifully. Windows being tinted, but when you're rich they had to be. Some people would attempt to take you out for the most stupid of reasons. Though she had ways to cope if someone managed to actually kill her. No way was she going to die, not before her plans were finished. Though there were so many plans that were being made, she didn't know which one had the most importance. "Lady Elena, where would you liek to go today?" The driver asked with a silky smooth voice.

"Take me to the warehouses. I've heard some reports of incidents with our workers. I want to deal with it personally." She said with a calculating voice, as her fishnet stocking adorned leg tapped agaisnt the floor. Buildings gliding across her window view. It was just an average day in the city she called her own. one day she could own it, and maybe make it better than it is now. It was the superhumans that made it so chaotic. If she could find a way to get rid of them, maybe Elena could take control of the city. Then eventually the entire country. Her mind ran through many things, while she watched the world fly by her through green eyes.

A young woman in a black slim fit dress sat adjacent to her. Legs crossed, as she looked upon Elena with onyx eyes that showed cunning."Are you sure we are dealing with a rival coven, or gang here? It might be a goody hero that wants to try something." The woman suggested. Elena was more interested in finding allies than makign enemies, and if these people could make fools out of her best, allies they could make.

"Whoever it is, I want to be prepared all the same." The car came to a stop, as she saw the oppressive warehouse loom over her. This ahd to be where they were heading to. Her inquisitive eye caught the sight of a man slink from the building. It was right next to her own warehouse, so no harm in investigating him. Though how she would go about it was a whole other story. Maybe a simple rescue scenario, or just walk up to him. Though he would probably think it weird of a girl who dressed like Holloween to just walk up to him.

So walk up to him it was, and hope he didn't think right off the bat somethign was wrong with her. Stepping from the vehicle, with her rabbit purse in tow, Elena approached the man. With an innocent look in her eyes, thouhg it was faked. It looked hopefully convincing enough to keep him from reacting harshly.

"Excuse me sir, could you help me find my sister?" She said with a great amount of faked, but real sounding distress. She even had to make her eyes water up,and that was hard, but do able.

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Post by bigdad December 1st 2011, 3:05 am

Red turned around and was now standing face to face with a young girl. Why would she approach him. Even in his hometown people tend to keep a distance from him. This was highly suspicious.

Then she said "Excuse me sir, could you help me find my sister?"

Again, he felt highly uncomfortable. The girl was talking to him like he was a boyscout. He didn't know what to make of it. Maybe it was a trap, maybe the girl couldn't find anyone else so she approached a costumed vigilante who was known to kill and assassinate criminals.

Against his better judgment, Red spoke, his voice filter making him sound deep and inhuman "Fine". He didn't know what he was getting into but he was sure he would find out quite soon.

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