#wnastarter

[wna-leviathan-blog]

King had been a distraction for luring away the SRD from an encounter with some other heroes. However this didn't end up how he had planned, the majority of the force having followed him. As he ran into the mostly empty parking lot he ran past some buses. He had been lucky to avoid getting injured so far, but an arrow soon changed that. 

 The arrow punctured right into his back making him howl out as he fell forward. The pain shooting through his shoulder was met with blood beginning to run down his back. He could feel it though, the rain around him and his powers surging through him. Turning around he sent a massive blast of water at an alarming speed in the direction of the SRD. Not wasting any time he unleashed a powerful funnel of water, pulling in any foes that were missed by the blast. 

Getting to his feet, he quickly ran out of the lot, making his way under a parking garage. The arrow still in his back and the wound still bleeding, he ducked behind a large van, falling to the ground. He sat there behind the van for what seemed like hours, until he heard foot steps. He formed a sphere of water in his hand ready to strike.

[wna-leviathan-blog]

King had been on edge the last while since the last big encounter with the SRD. With so many being captured and himself being one that the SRD had targeted before he was always on guard when he was outside the safety of the sanctuary. He was familiar with New Metro City, so he mainly stuck to the less busy parts of the city. He had made a list of things he needed for himself when he wasn’t busy with the sanctuary or with the other heroes. 

 His powers were though still his main concern, he still hadn’t gained complete control, and during his last fight he had lost it. Since than he had been nervous again to use them, so as he walked down the street he been surprised by the tap on his shoulder. A puddle infront of him shooting up a few feet before falling back down as King turned around trying to calm himself as he faced the person. 

 Looking at the phone that was being held up, he looked to the image on the screen, than to the man holding it. He hoped the other hadn’t seen the water jump up. He though was curious as to who or what the other was looking for and why. “Sorry, I haven’t seen them.” He replied with a warm smile before raising an eyebrow. “So why are you looking for them?”

[reportingkyle]

"What did you just call me?"

[hijackofmetro-blog]

Jamie had hoped he'd get the opportunity to go to the Carnival for fun, but tonight he was working. Apparently one of the people in the carnival is keeping something valuable locked up in their quarters. Jamie's job was to get into the Carnival, find the caravan that housed the item and steal undetected. He'd realised that sneaking around with all the bright lights and rides was going to be incredibly difficult, as the circumstances were constantly changing. The only solution was for him to go to the Carnival in civvies and attempt to steal the item. 

He'd arrived dressed in all black, an annoying habit that he'd found hard to kick since he'd taken up his night time antics. He looked around, waiting for the person who was supposed to be meeting him. Jamie had decided that a guy going by himself to the carnival was odd, but two guys on a date at the carnival wasn't. Begrudgingly, he'd dialled the number in his cell and arranged this date. It was five minutes past their meeting time when he felt the tap on his shoulder. "Oh, Hi!"

[hijackofmetro-blog]

*masked*

"So, is this the part where you try and take me down?"

"Perform a 'citizens arrest'"?

[reportingkyle]

Trouble at the Docks

Kyle was a fool sometimes. He went looking for stories and it often left him needing to get out fast. This time it was the docks. He had heard that there was some big drug deal that was going down tonight and he wanted to find out what it was. So he went and hid for the most part. But then he watched a man get killed and the killer didn't even flinch. He managed to snap a picture but the shutter on his phone gave him away.

He ran down the docks, men chasing him. They hadn't seen what he looked like so it he could get away he would be fine. He went down a side dock and crouched. The men split up. He held his breath as he hid but he heard a man enter his dock. He closed his eyes, ready to defend himself. He saw the gun and and kicked hard up, knocking it from the mans hands. He punched fast and hard to his face, knocking him out. Looking around he left the area only to be face to face with gun. Holding his hands up he looked at the man. "I didn't see anything." He ducked and rammed his head into the gut of the drug dealer, knocking him into the wall, a gunshot loud over his head. The man knocked out so Kyle dropped him.

Ears ringing and feeling disoriented he made his way out of the docs. "Help," he cried out. A gunshot sounded, missing him but he made it seem like was hit and fell to the ground. Maybe they'd assume him dead or someone would see him. "Please," he whispered, hearing the footsteps getting closer.

[hijackofmetro-blog]

"So, do you often come to strip clubs in the middle of the afternoon?"

[reportingkyle]

"Walk or take a smelly subway train. Which is safer this late?"