[indent][color=f49ac2][h3][b][i][u]Things That Are Unfair (as decided by me)[/u][/i][/b][/h3][/color]
     ❈ Got arrested for existing in a place determined off-limits
     ❈ Spent an entire night in jail because of that arrest
     ❈ Got "put on leave" the next more
          ⁎ Boss doesn't even have the balls to fire me so I can have unemployment income
     ❈ The bus driver wouldn't accept my [i]one-day-old[/i] bus pass
     ❈ Fucking credit company took my autopayment today and over-drafted my checking account
     ❈ Landlady left a note on my door saying I'm late on rent
     ❈ My water was turned off
     ❈ So was my power
     ❈ Rats built a nest in my pantry. Again.

Lilian grumbled and growled to himself as he tossed items into his bag, occasionally glaring over at the note set on his bedside table, "Overdue on rent my fucking ass," he muttered, "I'm a month and a half ahead, you dumb bitch. Not that you ever pay attention to that shit," he shoved a laptop into the bag and tossed in the charger after it, "I tell you every goddamn month, 'I paid it last month' but do you ever fucking listen? No, of course not, why the hell would you? Not like you actually care about the people you rent to, we're all just cash cows waiting to be milked when you jack up the rent for the fifth time in a year."

He continued to rant and rave as he gathered various recording equipment, tossing a nicer camera in the bag along with a microphone and a small ring light. His work badge fell out of the mess of equipment he was pulling around and he sneered down at it before kicking it under a pile of clothes, "Fucking Dean can't understand that the only reason I get the stories he loves so much is because I do what I do. Fucking show him," he snatched the Geiger counter he'd ordered off the counter and turned it on for a moment, "Let's see what you think of my so-called recklessness when I get the first exclusive interview with a [i]supervillain[/i]" scoffing, he turned the device off and went over to throw it in the bag with everything else, "Asshole'll be [i]begging[/i] me to come back."

Zipping up the bag, Lilian tossed it over his shoulder, grabbed his phone and keys, and headed out the door. He hadn't changed out of his clothes from the previous day. Hadn't fixed his hair or done anything. His mind was on a single track, and that track was to hunt down the man of the hour.

Gamma-Burn.

A bus, a train, and two more buses later and Lilian was walking up to that damn Chipotle where it felt like all his trouble started. Slinging his backpack off, he pulled out the Geiger counter, replaced his bag to his back, and flipped the thing on once more.

[color=f6989d][i]That asshat better be who I think he is...[/i][/color]

The gadget crackled to life, clicking and popping away. The sound was met with looks from passersby, but Li ignored them as he carefully began moving about to follow the trail of the lasting radiation.

[color=f6989d][i]Thank gods this shit lingers...[/i][/color][/indent]