Thread: A City to Save for One, A Giant Playground for the Other (Sierra 117 and Blissy)

The city came alive at 630 am, as it always did. The sun split the trees in the park, rose over most of the building and cascaded off the windows of the giant skyscrapers. It seemed peaceful, but as Sean Jameson came out of an alleyway, a slight cut marking his face, it told the not-so-pretty story behind the picturesque city. With one of the highest crime-solving rates in the country, the police were often lauded by the state. The last national sergeant for the police had come from the city, and there was a feeling the next would too. But the citizens of the fine city knew the truth. It was The Beidger who had saved the city from crumbling under it's social problems. After he had cleared the gangs he did the same to corrupt politicians, public servants and police officers. Just as darkness had threatened to enveloped the city, he had managed to bridge a gap between the rich and poor part of the city to bring about a peace it hadn't seen in some time. He never chose his name, the people and the media had given it to him. He wore it like a badge of honour. However, it was getting bad again. There were many people calling on the rich to do more to help the poor and the rich adamantly refusing to help more than there were. There were also small pockets of gangs and criminals out to get The Bridger for what he had done to them, and they were attacking the people in the poorest areas, trying to hit him where it hurt. Of course, nobody knew Sean was The Bridger. In fact, apart from the fresh scratch on his cheek, he looked like an ordinary person on his way to work. The fact that his work didn't start for another 150 minutes was irrelevant. He was 6ft tall with a mop of brown hair now clearly ruffled sitting atop his almost rectangle shaped head. His eyebrows were furrowed, almost like he was constantly angry. He had denim blue eyes and sported glasses or contacts, but he liked glasses more. His mouth was thing and he had well defined some well defined cheek bones as well as a well defined chin. He had a longish sort of neck, but nothing too odd and he was slim. He had broad shoulders and good biceps, but his arms were skinny and his fingers long and bony. He was built normally, no fat or muscles but he wasn't a stick either. In fact, all anyone would notice about him straight away was his beard and his well-toned legs, sculpted from years of Tae-Kwon-Do again, hard to tell. He shrugged, slipping his silver and red costume into his backpack, hoisting it over his shoulder and walking. He collected himself, allowing the adrenaline to seep out of him as he made his way to his apartment. It had been a long night, he had fought a lot of gang members and stopped 6 burglaries. This was his night-time job, one he did any night he could. He would try and take one night off a week but in reality he probably got one night off a year. Usually he was in bed by 2 o'clock though. However, it had just been one of those nights. He arrived at his apartment at around 655. He opened the door and say Lenny sitting at the desk. He had missed George, who he preferred. Good morning Mister Jameson, you are up early! Out for a morning jog? Lenny asked, eyeing the cut on his face, his flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. Sean smiled at him Yeah. Had a bit of a stumble though and cut my cheek, nothing to serious though! he said as he stepped into the elevator and hit 7, where his large apartment was. In fact, each of the 7 floors were an apartment, very handy indeed. He stepped into his hall and turned straight right, through a door into one of the two bathrooms in the house. He turned on the tap and drank some water, washing the taste of blood out of his mouth. He would have no time to shower. He stepped onto his wooden hallway floor again and made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself some cereal and pouring in milk before sticking it in the microwave. He stashed his bag under the bed and changed into his black slacks and a nice grey short-sleeved shirt. He ate his breakfast and then headed to work. He ran Jameson Enterprises, a company that produced cheap technology to make life better. These gadgets could do everything, from cook a proper meal with decent ingredients to powering a whole house through a single generator that used around a third of the electricity. Then of course there was his own lab, in which he made gadgets to help him fight crime. He smiled thinking about his next idea, a sonic gun that would disable a person for a matter of minutes giving him time to take them down. He couldn't wait to use it for the first time. He walked slowly, taking in the cool air as he walked, allowing himself to wake up as he did. He thought it was going to be a very peaceful and productive day.