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Post by Lupus on May 23, 2016 23:11:26 GMT -8
A Black man in the wrong neighborhood. He walks slowly down the road. Struggles are tough since a man like him that grew up and went to the same schools as him made it to rhe oval office. He said there would be hope, but from where he was standing there was none. He walked into an alley to get off the street and the bustling traffic. He sits to take a rest, when he hears a little boy crying. He half runs to the boy.
"Hey, sport. Whats wrong" "The men have my mommy" "Stay right here. Ill go get her and bring her back to you" The black man runs and runs faster and faster. As he runs he changes into his Costume, for he is Hadte. He runs up the building to where a woman is tied to the bed by thieves stealing her jewelry "Please. That was my Grandmothers" "Like i care. Otis. Take care of the lady" Otis takes the knife he was holding to her throat and cuts down her dress to rip her clothes wide open, caressing and sucking on a nipple, suddenly he is punched through a wall "Otis? OTIS!!!! What the Fu-" The second man was taken downto the ground with force. The woman is untied and with a light kiss on the cheek, Haste is on his way safely
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Post by DekuNut on May 23, 2016 23:23:24 GMT -8
A figure was walking down the street, his head low, watching people walk by. As he glanced around, he heard a crashing osund from a nearby building and watched a man fly through a wall. He stood up and walked towards the scene.
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Post by Lupus on May 23, 2016 23:30:58 GMT -8
Ehen he got there, the man was alive, but he was worse for wear, landing on his back from a second story loft housing onto his car. The second man took off his mask then slowly snook away towards a dark alleyway
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Post by DekuNut on May 23, 2016 23:37:40 GMT -8
The figure approached the man on the car and reached out, feeling his pulse. Living. He reached into a small bag at his waist and tied the hands of the robber together, then the legs. He then turned towards the building itself and made his way inside.
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Post by Lupus on May 23, 2016 23:47:25 GMT -8
Inside was the Woman and her son. The woman smoking a cigarette still in shock
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Post by DekuNut on May 23, 2016 23:53:07 GMT -8
The figure decided it was best to not bother her more, so instead learned what he could from the outside. He saw two sets of muddy footprints enter the house, followed by another set with impossibly long length. He kneeled down and looked. Quickster was the most likely explanation. He knew their tracks, and a new one had recently popped up in town. Another set of them were leaving the house, but he couldn't find any sign of the second set of prints going in. Probably an accomplice who was able to escape - for now at least. He followed the quickster trail.
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Post by Lupus on May 23, 2016 23:58:12 GMT -8
Haste was away. The cops would be at the home before too long. Hunter quickly changed back into his own clothes and kept walking, looking for a job that pays... He wasnt a sellout like that firefly punk in Avalon Falls.
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Post by DekuNut on May 24, 2016 16:04:20 GMT -8
Before long the figure lost sight of the prints. They'd faded away. No use. Well, it was a lead he guessed. And, from what he could tell, this new speedster was on the right side - this time. Looking at the lowering sun, he turned and walked back home. Time to change.
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Post by Lupus on May 25, 2016 7:52:39 GMT -8
Hunter walked along the streets, thinking about what he could apply for. I mean nobody is above working at McDonalds
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