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

Perfection was an interesting subject, one in which the particular character in mention seemed to know truly better then most. Often described as flawless the idea of things just fitting in proper fit with no repercussion to any sort opposing action were really nothing more then just concepts of fantasy that deluded minded people considered to be in the ideal. It was simply a matter of staying in the guide lines, keeping your mouth shut and just going with the flow of everything around you. The subject of the perfect little city governed by mediocre politicians who never made a single wrong choice in their life was quite literally impossible. Phoebe Pinkleton knew this to be true above all others, and the interesting part was she was supposedly a prime example of the perfect daughter especially during her childhood. She remembered how her parents had her show cased in a number of magazines as the perfect example of a young girl growing up in a safe environment, protected and guided through the acts justice and order under the cynical influence of a masked man and fixed set of authority figures. Her and few others that had been fortunate enough to be born into the right kinds of families had been hand held for the entire life, that they'd later be raised to replace their teachers. The idea of it seemed so perfect so wonderful and without flaw when in all reality even public figures of a changing society that represented a positive future, could really become some of the worst kinds of people. All that wonderful news about the well talked and now missing daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the city had seem to loss its edge when no one could really explain what happened to her. Some people believe her going missing was done as some organized criminal kidnapping to mortify the peace that had been so carefully set into motion amongst city civilians both rich and poor, when in all reality there was no peace between them at all but instead mere segregation. Things had begun to take quite a turn for the worst in recent times as the masked vigilante had apparently become the centre of heat when it came to the criminal underworld and there was nothing more fun then being able to point figures at the one thing everyone saw as a representation for everything good and right in the city after all. That was actually what she did best, made everyone second guess who it was they really put their trust in and where the real evil was in the overall crisis that had become the new, yet old city once again. There had been talks of a new face polluting the criminal underworld who had both been causing trouble for police and other criminals alike. Someone alike the very hero the city had trusted so much, also wore her own mask and bore her own motives that seemed to be anything but ethical to the least bit. Despite that however most people still found their trust foolishly tailgating the masked hero of the city and the fragile police force. Most people in this sort of gig that she was in didn't take too many big risks, but with this woman all bets were off. They might not have believed the rumours they heard about her just yet but that would all change by the turn of the coming dawn. It happened over night and in such a way that people hadn't expected it. A place like Jameson Enterprise was sure to have a decent security to it right? Well apparently even those kinds of people felt sympathy for a rather oddly placed crying girl trespassing on their property. Naturally the two crewmen on shift went to investigate only to have the crying girl turn on them with a pistol and put a bullet in both their heads without the slightest display of disregard. It wasn't until moments after that the security to the building had been breached and more and more of the strangely clad pink and green wearing followers would begin to flood into the building. Not a single question was exchanged in the action, as the mysterious henchmen would easily force their way through the front doors of the building not hesitating to fire at anyone who was still unfortunately at work. The scariest part of it all was that none of the culprits at the scene could be identified due to the odd plain theatrical themed masked they all seemed to wear that displayed various different emotions. Eventually someone was smart enough to stay alive long enough to pull the alarm and the building would explode into a roar of desperate siren as the real culprit behind the murderous act would hum along contently to the sound of the siren as if it were joy to her very ears, amongst the many others dressed and masked just like her..