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[center][h1]Sinnister[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Near Pickles[/h2][/center]
[center][@SpookySquid][/center]

Jayce had been walking through the crowd of people, his hands in his pockets and his hood up, a cigarette rested in his mouth as its cherry occasionally glowed before it was followed by a trail of smoke. He had been thinking, contemplating a range of things. Currently, it was about the situation pertaining to a drunken loser who jump ranks. 

[color=slategray][I]'How in the fuck did that little piece of shit nobody just become a S rank hero like that. What the hell is that director thinking!? Of all the people to rank up he choose...GrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRR[/I]'[/color] 

He seemed to stop where he was and began to boil at the though of it before lashing out on a concrete wall nearby. Everyone close to him yelped or gasped as his hand wet clean through like a hot knife to butter. The cigarette in his mouth fell down as he screamed.

[color=slategray]"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK MAN!" FUCKING COCKSUCKER!"[/color]

"Hey watch your mout-"

[color=slategray]"Sit on it and rotate bitch!"[/color] His hand shot out of the wall with his middle finger high and erect towards the old barbershop owner who was sending off his grandkids back to their parents house. This was Sinister. A nobody who still seemed to be a nobody. He wasn't after anything special nor did he want to be anyone special. He simply lived his life and followed the rules...Somewhat. Despite being a hero, he had been seen in the police station a couple times for pickpocketing, eliciting to prostitution and a drug dealing. But that's what was to be expected by one of the best undercover heroes the city had. El Gato de Muertos, one of the large drug rings, taken down within a day thanks to him after a few months of being within the group. He was gritty, stubborn and all around...an asshole and he didn't care in the slightest. 

With a newly lit smoke he took a long heavy drag, clearing half of it with one breath forming a small cloud of smoke loomed where he stood before a gust of wind took it off into the clean open air. That's when he heard the sound of screeching tires and the honking of a horn as he looked up to see a man in yellow garments hitting what seemed to be 60-70 miles per hour down the street followed behind him by-

[color=slategray]"What the fu-"[/color] Jayce grit his teeth as he bout faced and took off running, knocking people out of the way before he leapt up high and out into the busy street before creating a crater underneath of his feet, boosting him to a ridiculous speed in pursuit of the two vehicles.

He first met up with Mrs. Pickles to get a better look at him. What a little shit! How did he-

[color=slategray]"YO PICKLES!"[/color] He waited for him to glance over before flipping him of and yelling out to him.

[color=slategray]"Eat shit![/color] He darted in front of the moped and leapt up onto the room of the car. The man inside definitely heard him and began to swerve, attempting to throw Jayce off the car. It worked though, he was casted off to the right side of it, hitting the oncoming car, flipping him over it and back off. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes he would have fallen well behind the two but fortunately he rolled out of it, sprinting back up to speed and leapt back at the car, digging his hands into the trunk of it and began to climb back up to its roof. Then came the gun fire, Jayce's head whipped back from the force of the caliber but he pressed on. He moved close to the passenger side door and gripped it hard and yanked, tearing it clean off the car before hopping in. The next thing that came was unbelievable, the car took a sharp turn before flipping end over end, launching Jayce out of and underneath of the rolling vehicle. Soon it came to a halting thunk on its roof. 

He laid there for a moment before getting up, his shoulder had been dislocated and his leg was twisted but he managed to fight past it and brought himself to stand, shaking off the pain. Popping his shoulder back into place, he made his way over to the car and flipped it back over, with a bit of anger behind the flip causing it to land on its side.

[color=slategray]"You alive in there?"[/color] He said flatly. The guy nodded and that was his cue to rip him out from the drivers seat, slamming him into the ground followed by the sound of handcuffs. However, he had given the man a spare key to said cuffs, telling him to wait for his cue. Then Jayce stood there, waiting for Pickles. A look of irritation on his face.
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[center][h1]Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Sunshine[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]City T, Hospital[/h2][/center]
[center][@Emuxe][@Norschtalen][/center] 

Allister couldn't do anything as they tried to calm her, but Angel was on alert. She watched as the one nurse seemed to comfort her and Dread settled but something was off about her and Angel asked the nurses to step outside as she brought up walls of light around the four off them and expanded them until it formed a small box around them. 

"I don't think I have met you before...And I know most of the heroes and heroines these days. You I don't recognize...Demon..." Angel's voice was cold and harsh as her eyes glowed bright gold. Guardian then picked up what was happening.

[color=aba000]"Angel...She might be helpi-"[/color] Angel spoke up.

"Silence Allister...What are you doing to her demon..." It was not a question. It was a command, not a question.