"Mmmmmm… strawberry shortcake…" the blue haired woman strewn across the black couch said. She shifted to become more comfortable, but the minor change I weight sent her sliding off the couch and onto the hardwood floor. "Wha- ow!"

The blue haired DJ crashed to the floor, rubbing the back of her head and glaring at the couch. "Geez, I can stop a huge crime wave, but apparently I can't catch myself falling off my own couch. Some superhero…" she muttered to herself, standing up and popping her back. She ran her hand through her messy hair checking for any problem areas. When she was done with her minimal hair check -which left a few sprigs of hair standing straight up- she walked towards the kitchen, where she pulled out a pop tart and stuffed it in her mouth while she prepared her coffee. Super or not, she still needed coffee to maintain her ridiculous lifestyle. DJ and crime fighter all in one, which meant a few missed nights, or having to take care of her alter ego's enemies/whatever assignment had been set up for the day.

However, any way she looked at it she still needed coffee to replace sleep. When the machine began to make the coffee and she didn't have to worry about it, she took a chunk out the pop tart and moved over to where her phone was charging. Quickly flicking through the lock screen, Rina noticed that she had a text. [i]Vanessa.[/i] Tina made a face of distain. Vanessa was her PR person within the company, and lately she'd been on a superhero team kick, which wasn't something that made Rina too happy. Fighting in a team would probably lead to them finding out her secret identity, and she liked her own privacy over making friends who could potentially drop in and bring suspicion and enemies with them.

Rina opened the text from Vanessa. [i]Dont 4get to go 2 the meeting 2day.[/i] Rina needed a moment to get over how informal Vanessa tried to be when dealing with her. Then she needed another moment to try and remember what meeting Vanessa was talking about. Oh yeah, the dumb team thing she she'd been signed up for.

[i]I would prefer to know who my teammates are, but I sincerely hope that you aren't going to go too crazy. If this thing turns out to be flop, I don't want to look like one of those divas on the front of a magazine.[/i] Rina replied.

[i]I don't no, maybe thar be some paparazzi. Who's 2 say. ;P[/i] Rina out the phone down after that reply. Reading Vanessa's texts hurt her head, with their poor grammar and dumb way of annotating just about everything.

Rina drank her coffee quickly, gulping it down just plain and black. It tasted nasty, but she needed to get a move on. Always prepared for action, Rina usually wore her catsuit under her clothes just in case she needed to get moving quickly. It didn't take long to change when she had her catsuit on, but it was a pain when she forgot about it, but thankfully Rina was still wearing it today. She grabbed her jacket and the rest of her hero attire, and quickly stuffed it all into a grocery bag. Once she was set to go, she slung it over her shoulder and headed out, locking the door behind her.

She started walking towards the base location she'd been given, scanning for other supers in full attire. When she was about ten blocks away from her apartment, Rina swerved into an alleyway to change. She threw the bag she had that contained her clothes into the nearby garbage can. She adjusted the goggles, which covered most of her face and gave the world a purple sheen.

"Okay, Rave," she said, trying to be her own pep squad, "time to strut your awesomeness for these guys to know your coolness!" she ended it with a happy laugh and ran up the side of the building next to her. She used her wall climbing skills, preferring to not risk looking like a fool if they had to fight and out of stored energy. Once she was moving above the buildings, she was moving much quicker, and reached the location just in time. She was across the street from where they were supposed to show up, and now all she had to do was wait.

She didn't have to wait long, some guy in white showed up on a motorcycle. [i]Maybe I should invest in a cool motorcycle. I'd look pretty sweet… but I doubt the company would let me buy one…[/i] she thought as she climbed down from the building, quietly moving behind the guy in white. 

He looked nervous. She should probably figure out the best way to introduce herself without hurting anyone. When she figured that was dumb, she quickly turned on her power and shouted, "Hey!"